Come on Mr. President, you are holding off the American Public

 The American Public has the right to know, MR. President.

Do you or don't you, Ice Hockey?

A North Easterner for a time when they did all the sports, I suspect your old closet has a few items of interest.

Hey, Commander, be a good boy and find an ice put, will you? 

Come on, tensions are high enough right now with all the fires and disease control mandates.

Phone calls to the Putin, just because you did not like the election results five years ago.

Really, put on some of that old gear and get out on the ice and show him.

Of course, his friends, play friendly games, Mr. Lukashenko over sixty did not act like little girls.

They helped score goals for their team, in a friendly little game.

You could put on an exhibition game where you two simply swirl around the ice and then take turns scoring.

Nothing heavy, no one on one nor an entire team supporting you against him.

After all, we are attempting to keep peace at this time.

Maybe, the Navy has a team for you to lead, you are the Commander and Chief.

Really, holding back on the American Public, who are getting frustrated by all these theatrics.

Just get it over, shake his hand and apologize. Or if you still think something is fishy, get on with saving the world. 

Get on the ice and see his bluff, he is a bad guy from the old days.  Or is he? Maybe he was really one of the good guys, in disguise.

Well, the world would feel better if the situation was resolved, and I am afraid the Intelligence community has gotten us closer to peace, no matter what their viewpoint. 

After all, the guy is not going to go away, disappear into the mist as the old frontier men did.

Did you know he was also an athlete as yourself? 

He was an Olympian who went out and competed until they yanked him, because he kept winning.

Your college athlete years were not wasted as a sportsman, lets show him you can get on the ice as well, and throw a few puts into the net.

It worth it, isn't it a show of peace? 

We don't want Commander whining at your funeral, show keep the fitness routine by chasing those grandchildren around.

Bless, your house and family and may we all have peace, if not security in the next year. 

Good hunting Commander, while the truffle seekers keep you tidy, go find a few sports items in his closets for the American Public.

Winter solstice a time for the spirit to be reborn

 It is the end of the year according to the old ways. The shortest day of the year, called the solstice.

Often, they replaced their celebration of earths renewal with the Christmas or Christ birthday.

Really, is there much difference?

The solstice is the shortest day of the year and then regrowth or longer days occur. It is almost the same as the Christ being congratulated for being born in mid-winter. Actually, the bible says late fall or October but who cares.

Many used to walk or visit special sites on this day, I usually like to be there at the first rays of day and wait until the last of the sun is visible.

I prefer the beach, or a special old door place such as the Japanese Gardens. 

The Bidens are not the Obamas who kept running off to a National Park every time i came to town.

They have revisited the Nantucket area of the Plymouth or first Europeans arrival. 

And now they have introduced a new puppy. What is wrong with cats? I could offer Commander a basket full of free kittens. They at least will not wet the carpet nor hide their truffles behind the couch.

Poor socks, he was mistakenly brought home and then abandoned when the Clintons moved out. 

Dogs, dogs, and a few ponies! Cats are good at ratting and making sure there is nothing else lurking in those walls, such as bats or possums.

Tiny little spies!

My twin sister and I often went places together during the holidays and then were separated to different households; mom could not take two of us. But the boys were always taken care of and one winter day...

We went out to visit some Christmas farms. My father knew a lot about trees and the boys wanted to get into farming those poor little twigs into revenue for themselves. 

I always think it is sad to see the trees cut down, I also don't like paper bags. 

In the old days, decorations from outdoors were brought in but the trees were left out of doors. 

The White House now has to have a dozen or so of the poor little things, not allowed to grow up to really big trees.

But this day, we all meet up for hot chocolate. It was my parents wedding anniversary the next day on the nineteenth, so someone suggested we go home with a different family.

Or at least my parents were going to disappear, and we were to be dropped off at the grandparent's.

Anyways, I was the visitor this year, and did not get all of the facts. But over hot chocolate my mother sold her entire crew to another woman to travel back to town, while she ran off with dad one more time.

Stuffing too many little bodies into the same vehicle and with trees on top. There was at least two of them, as one was for the office of her husband's new job and one for home. 

She was a nice woman and had no idea to allow so many kids, but it was one of those things, a country road.

I awoke to teh sounds of not singing holiday songs, but the engine being turned over and over again.

And then, the sounds of screams and agonizing silence.

The children spilled out of the car, while I wrestled with my sister's body. The boys began running around looking for help while others were terrified. 

In the end, we all ended up at the hospital, where she was laid to rest in the morgue. Both the nice lady as well as my sister.

It was up to me as the oldest to make phone calls and attempt to get an adult to come. I watched as the different sets of boys were taken away just before the holidays.

It was assumed that the family might not be available until after the holidays and they were actually being adopted for the holidays, some of them might have stayed the rest of their lives.

I knew they were not getting the real story at the desk and some of the people showing up were those who followed certain types of people, waiting for an advantage. 

That is why there are some many children who claim to be related; they were dropped off at a hospital waiting room with my family's name. 

It is hard to convince abandoned children they are not wanted, nor should they come back, even harder to get the nursing staff not to recognize scam artist at work, stealing other people's children.

Using other people's information is considered an act of terrorism and claiming to be related is a crime but a domestic one, not taken as seriously.

What kind of people follow others around and taking advantage of accidents or causing them to occur?

Just before the big holiday, these goons were out and about, wanting to take advantage and not care about a holy day much less the rejuvenation of the years end.

I know when my parents were wed because they got caught hiding in their room during the skiing season and emerging on the solstice.

In other words, they had consummated their marriage, and could expect the two young lovers to live together instead of going home to mom as my mother often did.

She had a problem with letting her parents off the hook as an only child through the entire World War two.

This night, she was not available at all, as she had run off with my father for the entire weekend, if not the week.

Nobody was coming to save me and without my sister's information, had no idea where they were or which relative to call.

I called them all and others, till someone did show up. The husband who had called and been lied to about the situation.

He rescued me, drove around all night until his boys were located. Then we set to work on my family. 

The aftermath is my mother was never to pull that stunt again. The boys lived separately from us the rest of the time. The grandparents had to keep an eye on their daughter, but she still got her way.

They were both murdered while both of my parents died of serious illnesses which should have been corrected.

The boys still act as if they don't know me even though they had no idea who raised them did it for money does not love. 

They never had the same love nor family togetherness. Nor the idea of singing the way to grandma's house, when she lived in Florida. 

Maybe we were given the wrong boys back!

What we did not do was Christmas ever again after that year.

But somewhere there is ancient custom of the winter's solstice where renewal and rebirth occur for all who linger at one of gods creations 

As for the Bidens, they had their own tragedy and celebrated it with a mass with family around of his first wife and daughter dying. 

I wonder if they ever caught the guilty ones, or they just keep peeping at information not theirs while using extortion on the innocent?

I do recall a tornado came calling at our door....

 I woke up in a bed with a wall on one side but not the other. I was confused for a long time till i decided to move and found that the wall was gone and the outside was right there for me to just walk around.

I did walk around for awhile in just my night dress. Some people talked to me and tried to get me to tell them who i was and whom to call. 

I could not stop thinking i needed to keep walking around, and allowed them to take me back to the house I had woken up in which only had two walls standing, the ones where I had slept.

The rest of the house had collapsed. I could hear something in my head and kept moving until I found it mewing in a tree. 

As he plopped backwards out of the tree, he asked "what took you so long?" I replied "I did not know where you were."

Then he saw the house and got really scared. As we were talking about the tornado that had come through, another one got out of a truck. 

He said, "he had flown way, way over there" and someone was dropping him off.

He asked "where the parents were", I had not thought of them. 

I assumed they were not home or they would have had us all in the bathroom or something.

Then I remembered the lump in the bed and ran around to find out what it was. 

She had slept thought it all and was grumpy to be woken up and brought outside.

She wanted her mother and I wanted my dad.

Instead, a wail let out of someone, who it turned out was me, according to the others.

I knew all of a sudden where they were, in the basement.

The house had collapsed on top of them and they might not be alive!

As I scrambled towards the house, the others got upset as well. 

We were just enjoying being alive and not really caring to go back into the damaged house.

There it was, the door to the basement just outside the kitchen door. 

We were all trying to pick up timber and move things around as we desperately needed to know if they were inside.

Others came by and started to help us move things once it was apparent what we were doing.

Looking for the missing adults. It took alot of hands to simply hold up timber as we crawled through.

Once we got to the door and knocked and yelled and kicked, it suddenly sprang open with my father's head sticking out. 

Then he disappeared, and a baby was held up to the world. 

"Another one", I whisphered, " you let her get another one". I was one always away visiting the grandparents. The first born and still attempting to be explained, while she kept having another one without still knowing where they came from.

My sister grabbed the baby and said it was "her doll", and went away sulking, it should have been her idea to look for them. She was very good with new ones, cared for them tenderly until they got too big for her little arms to hold.

Meanwhile, Mom was hauled out by many, many hands. While I stretched as far as I could to let my father out of the whole in the ground. 

He was going through a performance of handing out one after another of us. 

Although we were not in the basement with them. She had dragged him down there before he was awake, just her and the baby.

The boys said they heard the yelling but one went on way around the house, and one went the other way.

Both ended up getting to fly "Peter Pan" style.

Finally, we all sitting in front of the house that no longer was a house.

My mother did the nose count and found one extra, me.

I must have been dropped off in the middle of the night by a grandparent.

Which made my father begin yelling that he needed to find out where his in laws were, one of them must have been in the area and should be in a car.

The friendly people came back, she found her family! 

It turned out they were a news crew, and were happy to help send out messages for the now missing grandparent. 

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I was quietly remembering I had once been with kids in a school yard. The entire group were put into a basement and the big guy. stuck on top, attempting to hold the door down.

It did not hold, but sent him flying as if he was surfing the air. Some of us followed him through the air watching to see where he landed. 

He went around complaining afterwards, collecting his charges.

Walking for miles looking for more little bodies. 

Not all of us made it that day back to the churchyard. 

That is why we were not supposed to be living in Tornado alley as it was called. 

She must have been desperate for a house to live in with the new baby.

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Lucky seven we were once the grandpa's car was found with him in it under a covert waiting till the swirling stopped. 

Thats when he asked where grandma was, she was there the night before.

Again, we had to hunt around to see, if there was a chance, and yet there was that nagging sound coming from under the house.

A few things were moved and the kitchen window was squeaking back and forth, and there was a hand attached.

She had been standing in the kitchen when the house she said was picked up, and tossed back down again. She had been laying on the floor, which was then layered under layers of debris, and calling quietly in a hoarse voice. 

Good thing we found grandpa! Or mom would have forgotten her own mother had come to visit!

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For years later, after my sister died, a different girl would always show up with the story, telling how smart she was instead of scared to death, as I was. 

Afterwards, when the family separated. we were all scattered like the wind to different parts of the world, when the parents could no longer stop blaming each other, instead they lived apart blaming themselves.

One Latern or two?

 The famous ride of Paul Revere after the rebellion of the Stamp act brought rebels out of the shadows to stage a revolution. Americans had been promised many things but life was not easy and the final straw was being charged a tax or forced to use a stamp in order to mail letters to their families back at home.

Riding through the countryside yelling the British are coming, not unlike the Russians are here for many.

The lanterns indicate if they were coming by land or by sea. Seems silly now, because they would have to come by boat. But then there was those who supported them and wanted to take thier neighbors hard work away from them.

Not unlike the People who were protected from the Nazis, the Fascists, the Islamic terrorists, the Ottomans, the Turks and the Mongols. Every time things get good; the nationals rise up forgetting they benefited from the hard work of others. 

Not that I am a communist, I am not. I am however the type of individual who understands that there has to be a form of government or anarchy rules. And that means instant death to my kind, the freedom lovers who don't encroach on others. 

Home grown terrorists are evident everywhere, even the librarians could be accused of undermining the American government with their forbidden books. All those school shootings had to start somewhere and the librarians have a commonality in all instances. Don't they?

Paul Rever was also accused of being a spy, he was actually, had his own group at the Green Dragon. He was accused of many other things when he was part of the militia. He worked at his silversmith and copper making to help the ships be more successful. 

Anyways towards the end of the war, he got his court martial where he was acquitted of all charges brought by his nay sayers. Not all court cases mean a person is guilty nor do the innocent often get a day in court where explanations are exchanged and the false reporters finally get caught causing trouble.

Auctions of ten get to provide earnest admirers of artifacts. Napoleon's sword sold recently and Capone's gun. The Romanov sapphires and Josephines cameo tiaras have also been put up to auction. 

There was a house in Canton Pennsylvania that was found a few of his items. Not his horse's bridle or a silver cup to drink out of but other personal objects. Twenty thousand, ten times what they were estimated is what they were bought. 

How does this make a person feel to own and hold someone else's items? What does it mean to actually own a piece of history? When will it not be an issue to have seen a house where someone slept or view their interior closest or view their accomplishments through paintings and statues?

I don't know why they are after Thomas Jefferson; without him we would not have the Declaration nor the fear of those in Europe who thought they could own humans. He was not cruel to his staff nor expected to be given more than he deserved. 

He was not a sex trader nor a human trafficker, which is so common today that woman can't travel anymore. Even a port side hotel might lead to a ride in a container on a ship headed to areas where humans are not seen as valuable.

What was the ride about? Freedom to pursue our own interests and to be allowed our own religion. Someone else peace of mind is not the same as their neighbors. Keeping people off the streets by providing a job and a place to stay is something many would appreciate today.

As is the safety of the borders, there are so many who don't understand they don't own America. Mexico did not extend to the north nor the western coast. They were southern or central and east coast raiders. They did not have time to explore, it was the outlaw monks who built missions for the Indians who could not go home to Spain nor live in Mexico. 

The same for Ukraine, I am for their freedom but not for terrorists who use the internet to control others by misinformation as well as actually leading the government authorities to believe in things that are not true.

Misinformation of the masses is not unknown and has been used since at least the times of the Hebrews in Egypt.

Where will it end? When we are all forced to surrender ourselves as slaves as those who went to Egypt during the time of the great drought that Joseph ruled over as he rose in rank above his own brothers and even the Pharaohs heirs?

Go get vaccinated for god's sake and don't endanger your neighbor. Go to whatever church and beg forgiveness for not being merciful to your own family. Get an education so you can understand what the news and media are telling their viewers. And don't listen to the nurses, they only do what the insurance companies want.

Hope for peace and have faith that both sides of the big picture are seeking ways not to end the world in a ball of fire.

Don't use candles to light your computer when the power is out because the wifi will also be down. 

Flashlights are a great help in lighting the way. Maybe the cities have built too many tall buildings, causing all these freak weathers.

The good guys always stay at the ground floor and have their own wishes for life and family. 

Where would we be without those that lead the way or cry out in darkness?

It a wonderful lie

 What a world we live in where everyone who lies is believed.

Attempting to prove you are not wrong or are at least correct is impossible.

After all, you are speaking the truth and just no one but no one does.

How many more false relatives will show up on your doorstep?

Until the government stops them, they have no reason to stop.

It is easy to lie to someone's face, and easier to persuade the innocent authorities who are more willing to believe the ridicolous is true than the absurd simplicity of reality.

Another woman will demand you are her missing daughter.

Your own mother has given up explaining that because you are always gone, she is not going to allow you to come home.

How many more convictions does it take to get an abductrees in incarceration?

As many as the deaths she has acrued in the process of simply being mean to a better woman than herself.

When a child has to grow up with a mentally ill mother due to others interference, it causes long felt resentment towards those who still assume they can just waltz in one more time.

One of these days it will be one more time too many.

The world might not end one day and be washed fresh and new for another chance at life in gods eyes.

But those who continue to pursue their little lies are never going to know what captured them.

Its all in a day's life wasted dealing with Alonas and Adams instead of Vladimirs and Windsors.

People just don't understand the justice system, showing up after they were told not to appear again.

Giving the impression they are interested in religion or even politics.

Really, all they want is to drive someone crazy so they can assume their life.

Who believes one can replace the President of the United States or Russia?

They dont think it might be noticed? Or even wonder who they are dealing.

Besides there is always another couple of dozen waiting to kill and replace as they have been so carefully taught to resist and refuse. 

Really, another shooting

 What is the world going?

Another child with a gun.

In the old days, children were taught to hunt for food and sport.

But today, they are not even taken to a range where they can get real training on the use of a gun.

Instead, they watch movies and tv stars picking up guns and fake shooting their colleague.

These things are not meant to be used for real or accidental shootings.

Even an actor on a set can't be certain of the gun's reality. No real bullets are allowed on the set.

I am not sure what Tom Mix nor the other old cowboys did but even the Lone Ranger knew respect for his gun and used his silver bullets wisely.

Blame needs to fall on all those prostitutes such as Gail Gadot and her former coworker Rodriguez.

No way those girls got their jobs through acting. 

They do great fight scenes though especially with the use of the feet.

What they are not are princesses but public nuisances.

Almost no modern actress is actually good enough. Thier contrite expressions and facial farts might be pleasurable to adolescents but not adults.

The old girls were either theater trained, true dancers or someone's girlfriend.

These self-made queens are causing too much trouble.

Instead of getting an abortion and a job, most girls are getting money for getting pregnant.

How many children died over Thanksgiving?

Did keep a count, I didn't but yet one more took a bullet in the chest from her male relative and only five.

Another fifteen got angry over the weekend and took out his mother and then abandoned his child at the doorstep of his grandparents.

Did not like the way his mother was raising his child?

How many more high school shootings are there going to be?

Guns are not easy to hide. I know I was given a gun for protection but ended up being dropped off at the wrong school.

Before I knew what to do, which was leave school my own mother approached me and she was not supposed to be there. 

She was one of those bad girls who never graduated from high school but her mother did and she simply lied about everything using the third person.

She purposely got in an argument with me, as always, she just wanted my wallet and my money I had earned for herself to give to someone else as she had lost her mind to cancer.

Her determination paid off, and she pulled out a gun and put to my shoulder and pulled the trigger. 

Thats is the day I learned about the empty chamber and not to leave a shell inside. 

I had to have a bullet pulled out as my mother rifled through my wallet to see where I had been after she through me out one more time. 

Usually, it was knives that kids carried sometimes openly and then used on others.

All these shootings must have a source and perhaps even a commonality.

As for those queens they are just inciting their men to get killed so they collect millions from the court.

Like the old insurance schemes. I don't have an insurance policy, not after the first one I was given when i turned of age and had a car with car insurance.

The extra policy was used immediately. I had so many accidents and incidents, it was canceled out of fear for my health.

My little African girl who insists i had sex Barack and gave birth before I was old enough pulled a gun on me and shot me with it, she just wanted to have her way.

I was actually told, that according to the newer African black children view towards their world, I was not trained right. 

You see, I am supposed to give in to them at all times and give them everything of mine, even the things they don't want but I hold precious. 

The children don't see a way out of their lives except by killing is due to the adults being indulgence and not taking care of their own world.

Everything was once at peace among the world, and then the Pandemic hit, and everyone curled up inside their houses until they could not take it anymore. 

Now the world is no longer at peace, and even the Ukraine President is showing signs of schizophrenia, fearing the Russian President is going to invade.

It might be true but it is his paranoia that is causing concern. He might just be a little to contained compared to his former career.

Of course, there was those who feared another German uprising. 

They were called idiots and mental patients, when in fact their fear turned out to be intuition.

Who knows, the world that was once at peace has turned in on itself.

Maybe, the only person or individuals who can save us are ourselves or those committed to peace such as the Dali Lama or even the Pope and Patriarch, now that they are on speaking terms. 

Or perhaps we could just get rid of all the bimbos on television who protray heroes but are in fact nothing of the sort.

Four centuries of turkey and cranberries

 It has been four hundred years since Jamestown and Plymouth Colony were established.

They came after many others had failed and in fact almost failed themselves.

Roanoke is not known to have been found again even though they left clues not followed even by the new grandfather of Virginia Dare. 

After a futile attempt to come back with supplies, he left without exploring any other options.

He spent the rest of his days illustrating. He was employed for the Queen of England, to illustrate the world around her with no cameras.

The Vikings had left after their long Vinland saga. And the Irish monks fleeing the Moors who went around burning the libraries and monasteries, were never heard from again, we think. 

As for Jamestown, they came as Huguenots fleeing French Catholics but through Britian. They had no options to go home as there was only death awaiting them. 

Barbados had been established in the Caribbean as the first landing spot of Columbus. 

But they had already encountered the Powhaten's who had survived De Soto's murderous group. 

De Soto is said to have captured and kidnapped the Queen of the Cherokee. They cut down everyone in their path, ending up in the Mississippi. 

Where upon the leader is said to have been gored by one of his own swine which he brought for food from the Old Country. 

Imagine, they forgot to take of the tusks of these vile things that the Hebrews were warned against. 

Pork is not eaten by Jewish people but often kept by the Muslims. 

The Conquistadors were a special breed. The Catholic King and Queen set about getting rid of all those who had been allowed before their riddance of the Aristocrats of the Islam faith, the true descendants of the Muhammed. 

The rest were said to be conversos, but rich Heiress were hard to pass up and many got married to men who then were sent to foreign parts.

Hence, many of the Conquistadors who were related to each other set up house on the other side of the Atlantic Pond.

De Sotos demise is only the word of his men who did survive. They meet a lot of people, including the Mississippi river natives. 

No one ever got to the city of Gold much less any of the other cities that did exist before Columbus made land fall.

However, there was as sudden demise along the Atlantic coast of the Indians due to disease.

Leaving the Iroquois league to control the Seaboard. The inner tribes had their own system which seemed to have also collapsed at the same time, that the Mayans were overrun by cruel Aztecs.

Well, the first two years of Jamestown, they had to deal with the aftermath of Pocahontas and Captain Smith falling in love. He was almost executed he said, then he left to sail around the world, never to return. 

Breaking her heart and making her family not to please to see more of him, stepping ashore. 

They starved after the first winter, having no ability to step outside to hunt during the bad times.

Thier servants they brought with them, had seven years to work off servitude to be free people.

They were not Africans nor Indians, but white people from Europe.

They ate them. When they died, the others set up a system of Cannibalism.

There was no way of getting around it, their staff and servants served them with their lives.

Just as slaves did in the Old Europe and New Roman empires. Thier captures were spared death in order to serve them to death.

It must have been a difficult decision, but what was available were those who were weak. 

Not all consumed the ones who died but those who did, kept it out of the history books.

Excavations have proven more informative than imagined. 

Some of the bodies show the signs of being eaten or consumed.

Nice, when spring came, they boarded their ships left to them, all together and probably at gun point of the leaders.

They were meet going down river by the group that had arrived but spent the winter in Barbados, not knowing the full problems facing the community left behind.

It took about two years for a return journey in those days.

Roanoke disappeared without a trace, not even excavations have found the people buried.

In Jamestown, they kept their secret for over three hundred years.

Forced to turn around again at gun point to return to their settlement, without a word as to why they should not.

They did not suffer the same fate the next winter. In fact, they had enough supplies when a privateer came along a decade later. 

The first exchange of Africans was made in America at Jamestown. It was illegal not to offer food to a ship or a settlement.

The ship claimed no rations, even though they turned out to be pirates, there was nothing the authorities could do about the fact they requested food.

Food they got, and left behind their bounty. Twenty slaves or captured and sold Africans. 

They were out of servants and accepted them gratefully.

There is no evidence they ate these servants or slaves.

They did however, agree to free them at the same seven-year time period. One couple got married, the first recorded marriage was recorded between Africans and a son was born to the couple a year later.

This was after Pocahontas was married to John Rolfe, whose wife had died that first winter. She gave birth to at least two children, but only the boy survived.

She did not survive the trip to England to meet the Queen. Smallpox, and not poisoning is what they claim killed her off.

As for Plymouth, they came after a failed attempt in Holland where many of their youths ran afoul of the freer environment. 

Fearing for their protestant faith, they regrouped in England and then set out for the new world.

They had no other option, since they were not welcomed in England. 

The Elizabethan time period was a little less strict than previously. 

King Henry had left the church and started his own, The Church of England, he had party after party.

The Shakespeare plays were written and displayed the type of life and acceptance of freedoms not seen as Truely Christian.

Plymouthians were supposed to go to Virgina, where Jamestown was already located. 

There first boat had to turn around and the Mayflower found itself far a flied. 

They landed and decided not to go any further. 

They were more fortunate, the Wampanoag had not experienced Captain Smith and his militia.

They provided the first or second winter when supplies ran short before the return of more settlers and supplies.

Probably it was a few fish and some corn. They did not grow wheat or oats. They did hunt and fish.

They might have had gourds or pumpkins, maybe someone had gotten a pheasant as the turkeys were called. Maybe, they had venison. 

They more than likely had a small meal together, and were invited to accept Christianity or else.

Stories of the Christian conversion being mandatory is not unknown. Many of the early families have members from the local natives. 

The Iroquois were a war people who keep peace and brought about a change within fifty years of the peaceable groups meeting together. 

Known as King Philips war, the grandsons of the first group raged war, maybe they did not understand they would stay if they feed them.

Maybe, they simply wanted everything they had without the Christian conversion as the Conquistadors in Mexico and Peru had a field day with the young Princesses, setting themselves up as Aristocrats once more. 

And now, the President is spending his vacation in Nantucket, the old stomping grounds of the first settlers to New England. 

He does this after having pardoned at least one turkey. 

One wonders if he might extend a pardon to others for the sake of peace and Christianity.

Although a Catholic President might not be interested in extending his hand to an Orthodox President, it is time to see an end to the hostilities towards Russia.

After all, without Trump being President, he would not know be President. Hillary was not likely to invite him inside the White House once she was positioned firmly behind the desk in the Oval Office.

He should count his blessing as well as the poor bird serving as food. 

At least he won't have to become a cannibal as some past rulers may have done during the really bad times of history. 

And I want blue curtains, please, and get rid of all those horrible plush cushions...

 For an hour and a half, Kamala had complete control of the West Wing and the Oval Office.

She decided to do some redecorating, and a little holiday planning.

Next time she will be going to the fancy Italian coast and not that dreary Paris city with all those cigarette smokers. They actually have smog inside their museums and the sweet guy who runs the country is just to sincere for words. 

No really, the Vice President became the President in facto while Mr. Joseph went in for a little surgery.

Nothing major, just a little camera sent in to determine if there was anything wrong with the master of the White House.

After all, Camila complained of his after affects on the room. Well, the source of the gas episode must be found.

And now we have had the first female take over the entire country. 

She probably had a power breakfast with the Speaker of the House. I recall when Tip O'Neal used to go to his Irish bar and one could stand at a distance in the corner and breathe in the proper political statements after hours.

After that she decided to redirect the phone calls to her desk, such as the very important Chinese guy. Top dog, no more is the former head of the KGB but Asia is winning hands down.

Her little black book probably quickly was filled with those private numbers such as hunky Trudeau of Canada, and perhaps even the Thai King, he is quit charming and at length will accommodate almost any female of power. 

After she changed her cards over to her name, she that sat down and did some serious thinking about those nukes in bunkers and how to redistribute them more economically. 

California is dire need of more income as so many have left due to the uncertainty of the forest fires, earthquakes, tsunamis and celebrities going bust. 

The commuters even shut down one highway near San Diego when there was a tiny altercation with a Brinks truck. The driver was no where to be seen, but scattered across the highway were those greenbacks called currency in all denominations.

The helpful commuters were running around collecting as much of the debris as possible while taking selfies. 

The large semi truck drivers were very accommodating as well, they just shut off their engines and allowed the whole highway to be taken over by individuals who had left their cars in any which fashion.

And there was a blood moon last night. The dark magic and black witches prefer this night to perform their rituals, whether or not they work is their word against the rest of the world.

However, there was also a full eclipse in North America which lasted for some 6 hours, obscuring any view for them to take advantage. 

Maybe that means the White Witch gets to rise until the next same event. This one took 588 years, about the time the Magna Carta was signed.

Hmm, who knows maybe the world will turned right again with the absence of the nonsense of those underminers running around on brooms and causing chaos wherever they appear.

Myself, I would not have minded being put down on Mr. Putin's short list of intelligent females to invite to evening meal at the White House. I am sure I could find something to converse about, as long as I was not expected for after hours entertainment.

I find him interesting for his past career which he is know retired and his many scandals he has survived. Who marries an airline stewardess and expects success? 

But he seems to have taken his divorce quit well. He is often seen with male companions doing male things in leu of a family man with a grandbaby. 

Once, we covered a man such as himself in the news business as an asset not a deficit.

Now in the age of electronic transfer for a bus pass and a room key where we are told our information is available as soon as we come close to any open Wi-Fi with our personal devices.

He is most likely innocent of disliking Hillary, also a well traveled and very attractive female.

Since her insinuations of her job, career and seat, he has lost his wife, his children no longer come home and he only has males to eat and play while his athleticism seems to have shifted noticeably to a chair instead of a Olympic hero out to show his strength.

He does not even have a cat! What important person does not have a cat, even Churchill had one.

Just dogs, and lots of them.

Another day I went out to see what I could find to do until my missing work history is discovered by some hard working government employee. I was once such a person and did alot of research. But alas, someone else is masquerading as me and having a hell of a time.

Anyways, I went to the old Lutheran church in Lemon Grove where the Samoans give out enough vegetable to kill you if you actually try to cart them home. They also had turkeys the week before Thanksgiving. 

Last time I went the very good looking Governor of California had not yet lifted the pandemic rules and their were no college students nor children visible. 

In fact, the tiny town which incorporated in 1977 seemed to have swallowed itself. Today, there were a number of thriving pet supplies and groomers. The one thing no one let go was their pets upkeep. 

While men waited to go back to the barbers, the little dogs were having their nails clipped and shampoos.

There were plenty of people out and walking the old neighborhood which turned from a pleasant town which was used to make a movie with two matching girls to a suburb of the State College built some miles away but available through transit from this community. 

When will life get back to being as it was before? Never, we all have the signs of the Pandemic upon our backs. Life will return to kids going to schools and wives going shopping while the men get down to work at their desks. 

At least they still have desks. It was reported that the Space Station had to get into their life boats this past week due to all the trash surrounding their vessel in space. Having to crawl into a smaller ship and getting ready to jettison into space for an unknown amount of time, would not have been my astronaut dream. 

I have abandonment issues from my childhood. Being left behind with no options and not knowing whom to call caused more harm than even I realized.

But back to basics, the Russian President saw fit to allow his military to practice shut a harmless satellite. It hit its mark, from earth, a first not thought possible. 

It is said to have exploded and sent its debris towards the International station and the poor captives of the situation. 

Hmm, if my name was Kamala and not Camille, I would have made sure to find out what was really shot down, a meteorite? Certainly not a Martian space ship. 

But my name is Camille, and I myself would have sat in her chair if it had been me and not her, quit petrified at altering history much less one item in the returning Presidents agenda. 

Besides he has all that important news to catch up on, why change his pillows ...

Jimmy just wants....

 My stalkers name is Jimmy. Really it is Robert James Keshan Junior. But he prefers Jimmy to James.

My whole life I have wondered why he is allowed to own me and to have me disowned.

Why or Why does he do what he does?

Where did it all start?

Whom do we blame?

His real father attempted to control him and raise him, but someone else was always in the way.

Know all we really know is Jimmy just wants. My own mothers life wasted trying to satisfy someone who will never be satisfied.

He does not know what he wants but wants to be top dog, the ruler supreme, the demigod everyone respects.

He is none of these things.

He just wants to be the one ...

For instance, he wanted to be the papa on his fathers show who gets to lay down the law and make up the rules. 

How many times he interfered and interrupted his own fathers show. He wanted all the presents at Christmas to be his and said so from his very own mouth as the cameras began to role. His father could not  understand as he attempted to distribute the items to other kids on the show for his own publicity. 

Jimmy had already told him he just wanted to be the one who got the presents. A row occurred and the poor man had to go around trying to make things right by giving the gifts out in person at persons doors. 

Jimmy just went behind him and demanded they give them back to him, including the ones too young for him to enjoy or the little girl things.

That was just Jimmy, he just wanted them. So he got them and then punished his father for giving away his gifts.

He just wanted to marry me is what I am told. The real doctors said no, he does not want me nor plans to make me happy, he just want me not to marry anyone else and to never be happy.

He enjoys showing up and showing things and then making sure I don't take them from him. Even if he has to have me drugged every time. He once promised me college, he wanted to pay for it. I am supposed to wait until he has the funds, which he never will have. 

He just wants to be the little girl on the show who they call Princess. She is never allowed to have a princess life, even though it was only a joke. 

He just wanted to be called a Princess and live the life of a Princess.

He just wanted to be the man on the news who gave out the information that the President had been shot. That man took early retirement.

He just wanted to be the race car driver everyone was talking about. That guy had an accident.

He just wanted to be the Movie Star everyone admired. That guy suddenly died of a strange malady.

He just wanted to be the one to go to the moon. Well, how many of those guys made it home and had a life of a hero?

He just wanted to be the one driving the car and the car driver had a terrible accident.

He just wanted to be the one married to Princess Diana. And her husband and her divorced and then she died. Just because she did not marry him?

He just wanted to be the one and then another accident would occur. 

There have been bridges and buildings that just came down, because he wanted.

He also just adored William Shatner. He just wanted to be on his show. I am not sure how many times he showed up instead and had to be escorted out again. 

He just wanted to have lunch with him. And almost every single year on his birthday, he shows up at the restaurant William Shatner is having lunch with someone and just sits down next to him. 

He just wanted to be the one to fly his space ship as well, how many things was I not told about what went on the set about him and his flying saucer/

Well, William Shatner got to ride into space for the first time as a ninety year old man, some fifty years he took over the USS Enterprise for a kids show of fantasy and unreality. 

Jimmy would just want to be the one to give him the honor of flying him into space. I know he would just want to do it for his most admired friend. 

Oops. The Pilot who actually did fly William Shatner into space not even a month ago, has died, piloting his own small engine plane. 

I went to a lot of funerals when I was little and his name always came up. Is it possible the kid had anything to do with the accident or sudden death?

His psychologist recently died, from a sudden breathing problem. This after his daughter said her own father was having a nervous breakdown. 

One does wonder, what if he just goes out and gets his way, anyways?

Just don't do anything Jimmy wants to do or you might die or something. 

Really, Just don't. 

The Inner Realm of the Oval Office

 The Oval office is the designation of the President of the United States. It is the inner realm where by once inside, there is no way out.

Even the unpopular ones, are kept from revealing the inner secrets. And sometimes they have even been murdered in order to keep its secrets.

There have been certain by-laws since the time of George Washington. After fighting for freedom, he resigned his commission as Commander and Chief to the displeasure of Congress. They even appeared to want him to become a monarch himself, their faith in him was so great.

He did not sit in the Oval office, for it was not built yet, but instead rented a house. Adams the second President had his own house in Columbia Heights, better known as Brooklyn. 

It was the war of 1812, that the Presidents Mansion was burned down to the ground. A new building was built on a new spot, and called the White House, which included the Oval Office, once the West Wing was completed.

But the story is of the men themselves. It is said the Founding fathers were very wise and having proved their bravery, set about setting a country perfect in every aspect.

A real Democracy in comparison to the ones, spoken of for Rome the great equaling of men after the empires which had ruled the known Western Hemisphere.

They provided for their own as well as others who would follow. It is said one can be born in a Log Cabin and become President but one can't come from those left out.

The Native tribes or nations who were already here were the original inhabitants of the lands taken over first by countries who claimed they were not aware the continent even existed.

However, the first men were they were not racist just practical. They had amassed some small fortunes And accumulated lands for themselves. They were not interested in being taken over by the very people they had fought a few wars in order to remain.

The African people were different, and from the indentured servants situation, it might be that they had not expected to have these people enslaved forever. Receiving at some time a release from their servitude. 

Whereas, the North had built friendships with the Natives and even incorporated the Iroquois system of government into their articles of the constitution. The south had arrived, some fleeing the French crown as Huguenots and accepted the made to order system of Africans selling their own for deportation from Africa.

Eventually, the politics required someone to be representative of the equality of those who had been brought without their will to this country.

While, Mr. Barack was equal to the task, he was unfortunate to not have an equal partner. Slobbered over and given the impression of being a Queen herself, she damaged the intentions of the masses who now all want to be treated as Queens to the point they assume they now own the rights of everyone else.

As for the peoples themselves, they being allowed to have their own conventions, now said to have citizenships even though they still have registration numbers.

Numbered for the sake of counting the unwanted and not provided the same rights as the original peoples, it is an odder relationship that they hold with the American President.

At times, the President himself has been said to be the Big Chief of the Nations. At other times, a few unsavory words, if one ever managed to slide into the Oval Office.

And yet, there are many whose ancestors are not clearly known on paper. But are in fact descendants of these peoples whose lands were taken and even their form of government to make themselves into a new nation and a new peoples.

For Instance, Bill Clinton who was adopted is a descendant of the Black Fox, Cherokee Chief during the Indian wars.

George Washington also had a link to Powhattan Chief through the Bolling family of whom Pocahontas married.

Even our Catholic Joseph Biden appears to be a descendant of Raleigh Crashaw who has an unknown ancestry. Famous for arriving at Jamestown but unknown as to who he really was, except he made a mark on the community. 

His wife Ursula, seems to be the daughter of Great King Patawomeck. Chief Eagle would have been his ggggsomething grandfather. 

It is more than likely, the early settlers of the new land, married an individual from the highest rank of the native Americans.

Or were associated in some form, many merchants were doubled name and perhaps blessed with dou families as well.

Therefore, perhaps the absence of any stop guards, indicates that it was already known that those with solid land grants and plantations were actually related in some fashion to those who had been here all along.

And those, maybe each President who sits in the Oval office is betraying his party friends with the secret of his own natural right to land of the native peoples and thus a ruler amongst them.

A womans rights over her body

 Most individuals complain of not wanting a baby and having an abortion. Or at least they want to be allowed the right to abort the baby inside them.

Most of those who were not aborted but raised by others are ungrateful for the life they were given and demand to have control of the tummy from which they came.

There are all kinds of stories of these little bitches who just cant get over rejection or denial.

They want to be made whole by seeking those guilty of doing nothing more than offering a chance at a life.

A life they have wasted and then pursue an innocent in order to waste her life as well.

This from a woman who was both considered an abused child by a woman who was not unknown at one time in the media.

And from a female who cant have babies of her own. I was sawed in half when i was three in a pencil factory. I was forced to use pens when i was very little and did not know why until i was older.

The doctors did not want me to remember the saw blade moving up between my thighs from my toes until it stopped in my pelvic area.

I have a spilt pelvic bone, good thing i was not born a boy. As it is it is very painful when it grates and moves out of position. It does move backwards or collapses like a mouse trap.

I cant have babies even with an epidermal or amnesia as my mother always said i had, it was just her drugging me to keep me from complaining. 

If i should have a baby attempt the journey through that particular canal, they would be crushed. 
The bones are unstable and it is impossible for even a doctor to deliver.

As for the incredibly mean aunt who started my mother on her journey towards cruelty, i never did find her in order to thank her for something my grandparents could not explain as they were kindly.

I also have been developing tumors since i was preadolescence. It was thought i would grow up and move away from my mother and then others would have the joy of entertaining her until her death.

She had brain cancer, and it got worse as she got older.  She might have been a brilliant young girl but her personality was warped by some experience unknown to her parents and spent the rest of her life refusing to talk about it.

My tumors are in my uterus, i have had friends and family with uterine cancer. I have also had radiology done and several other types of treatments. 

If one doctor had taken my mother seriously and listened to her perhaps my condition could have been prevented.

She had a problem with having children herself not wanting any at all. Because then she could be her parents young girl the rest of her life. As it was she  never got over the age of 14 emotionally, just before her advancement towards marriage and children emotionally.

Hence she kept getting pregnant due to not knowing anything and then went through the routine of not knowing what to do with the thing. This is probably a story told to her when she was small. Her baby brother disappeared from her mother before it was a day old and no one in the hospital could explain the disappearance.

Anyways, i went around as a child knowing my mother did not want me and she proved it by having yet one more baby in front of me. But she would never keep them, sometimes we had to look for them as if she had simply tossed them away or in some cases she actually gave them away.

By the time I was ten, we had gone through a lot of treatments and sorrowfully had lost her two grandmothers who seemed to know more than her parents of what her issues were inside her brain.

It was more common in the old days to have a woman not able to have babies and go around stealing others children in order to have something to love.

It was also not uncommon for a woman not to be able to handle motherhood. 

And it was common for a nanny, nurse or other female to instill hatred into a child that sometimes never unworked itself.

They were better psychologists then the real ones, and without them, her parents did their best but were already ruined. They had both had careers and lives, but their child always  managed to ruin whatever they did sometimes without them knowing it was her, as if she had been trained.

I was trained to accept the siblings but was no willing to give up my own personality. I watched my little sister go through this, of being forced to give up herself.

My body which cant provide a pregnancy nor an infant has been subjected to various types of torment.

I am not sure if she was jealous of my bareness or if it was just unfair. She would adopt every ones else's child, they would bring them to her and then she would carry on about me having produced them out of wedlock and as a teenager.

In other words, i was plain stupid. After all, a teenager should not be having sex nor babies. I should have known how to get rid of them through abortion or other means but no they just kept arriving on her doorstep.

The doctors and the judges kept telling my mother i was not the biological mother. She could not accept anything i said because i could not be trusted, after all i had my tonsils removed.

There was always some ridiculous thing she came up with about why i was being denied the right to my own body.

A woman has the right to get pregnant if she wants to be pregnant. 

She has the right to have an abortion if she does not want the baby to live.

She has the right to give it up for adoption if she cant raise it herself.

She does not have the right to kill it after it is born nor pursue the family she has given it up to, it is over they are now the parents.

She does not have the right to tell the child she is some ones else child nor keep after another female about why she had abandoned the child and expected her to raise it.

Those who raise children do not have the right to find the real mother in order to use extortion.

The adopted child does not have the right to find the mother in order to ruin her life.

If the mother regrets the adoption, then she can attempt through the courts to see if it wants to be contacted and the same for the child.

It is a two way street in no way, it is all in the mothers favor. If she does not want to be contacted then the child is not allowed to find her, if she does then she is stalking her.

The child is not allowed to find the relative of her mother. She might petition the court to see who the father is, but this is up to the judge. A man does not have to give up his identity unless it was a well known affair and the mother is agreeable.

In most cases the man has teh right not to found out, he is not held responsible.

In the case of the woman, she has the right to remarry and have a family unmolested by the adopted child or the grandmother demanding her way over her daughter.

The men, brothers, uncles, nephews or even sons are never to be approached by the adopted child.

They dont have the right if the mother does not want to have a relationship. If the child goes ahead and pursues the family then they are stalking and harassing.

Prison is the final result, especially if extortion is used by the parents who raised the child.

In mothers case, she refused to do anything at all but cause trouble for everyone. She wanted the children abandoned by other to hate and despise me. She kept after visits without authority and sometimes against court orders.

She allowed them to believe i was too stupid and use the words whore and slut. She wanted them to hate me and did many things including telling them to take my purse or other items in order to keep them in the dark about her true intentions.

She just wanted them to hate me and nothing more. She let them use my name and other id in order to cash checks and have money that was not theirs. She even told them i was denying them my food stamps which is against the law for me to use on them.

I have been hit over the head by these many children. I have been jabbed with needles in order for me not to tell the authorities they have once more entered my bedroom or shown up at my place of work. 

I have dragged and dumped by them and refused a bit of food they don't want in their mouth or the right to wear the clothes i bought for myself.

There are over tow hudred insane children demanding i show them attention when they have never done anything for me. Yelling at me to eat a damn cupcake when it is not my birthday nor should i have to endure such torment.

These children were made ill by the child endangerment of being removed from the care and made to act out in public or sneak around.

Giving them the belief they were abandoned by a child not old enough to have a child and then demanding to have my life because they are the real little princess instead of me.

What kind of person caused my mother mental illness? What kind of nurses and doctors kept feeding her into her behavior over misunderstandings and arrogance. What kind of person would steal a child from a park or hospital and then claim it belongs to a child who had done them no harm.

The right of a woman over her own body is essential in the eyes of the law and almost every religion.

Even the Islam's claim a woman's right towards certain things, including being raped and killed.

There is no reason these children will not listen to the judges who have told them I am not their mother.

There is also no reason for social workers to keep denying someone rights when it is up to a woman to decide if she wants a family or not.

If she choices to keep her boys separated and in different homes without her parents or her female child, that is not really her right but her will. The children can claim they want to know each other and the grandparents demand to know where they are, but if she is not starving them, nor causing them physical harm and is providing clothing and stability then she can prevent them for a time.

Having other raise them or a system where they survive on their own for a short time, while she gets further into a set of lies. She could not even remember them after awhile and seemed to think we were lying.

She also did not want them once gone until after they were older and gave the impression of normalcy.

I don't believe anyone in my mothers life is normal, not the friends who not what to do nor the real relatives who are confused. She does want them, she does not want them, she does want what?

I don't want any of these children who should not have been raised to believe i was their mother. They want to prove it to me even though it is not true and they have been told to leave me alone.

They have bad families who keep encouraging them or using extortion. They also are unwell if they don't understand rejection.

The rights of a woman are for peace of mind, and to have a right to her own life.

Others do not have the right to get in her face about their births nor to tell others they are her daughter. Nor do they have the right to talk to her family, friends nor religion or work colleagues. 

Extortion equals execution.

The end of a life they were offered but threw away themselves.

For Gods sake at least have him aim over my shoulder

 There are times one wonders how they got into a particular situation or a job.

In my case, I had worked at everything but wanted to be a photographer or a writer.

I often worked at both, as a traveling journalist, I did my own photography, sometimes called photojournalist.

I had gotten my start at grandpas knees. He had been a parachutist in the war.  He broke his back on the rocks of Gibraltar. Their landing had been somewhere in France, but they missed by a few miles.

He spent his time recuperating in the museums and libraries of Cairo. These buildings served as housing for the military. 

He was a clerk the rest of the war, serving as a photographer and other legal occurrences. 

His wife was a radio announcer in London for the most part. Back at home, she also did government work, including the Library of Congress.

I was taught both growing up, radio announcer and disk jockey. Photo shop and observar for grandpa and his cronies who were always up to no good. Setting the world aright after the horors they had encountered.

I got sent away alot as my mother had difficulty dealing with my then one person at a time. My sister wanted to be a movie star and spent more time with mother learning the ropes of being a celebrity. She never did learn to read, but my memory. 

And then she died, leaving me with two careers. I had traveled with my godfather, Peter Jennings, who had in turn driven my grandmother to her various radio stations as her godson.

His photographer had been shot during the Viet Nam war. Peter is said to have spent most of it in Cambodia, and Korea as a foreign correspondent. He had a Canadian passport and was under orders from his parents not to get caught or drafted for this silly American scrimmage.

As it was, my visit was timely, he used my knowledge and leg power to keep himself afloat for the final days of his job assignment. He was not given a replacement, just me, who held on to my camera.

A matter of honor, not to let it in to the hands of the enemies. His interviews were accompanied by a little girl and her trusty radio flyer wagon, with a cover over her instrument.

My parents divorced before I was an adult and i spent my time in between them and others. I worked at anything I could to get through the grief they had not gotten to be a family, the two children of the war.

My sisters death was not part of the problem but all the other things that had gone wrong. 

Which included being followed home by those wishing to do harm. My passport was always being stolen along with my trusty cameras. 

My reports to Peter were also done from memory and he was not surprised when I started using a computer to send my reports in ahead of broadcast.

I sometimes did other things, such as the National Geographic society and even the Cousteau society as camera person. My legs had developed a resistance to sitting at home, and traveled back over my childhood trips. 

It is not uncommon to mix mediums or change careers midstream in the media. It was a challenge however to be mistaken for my sister and be obligated to finish her quest as a little actress. 

I sought ways out of her contracts by working around the film world. Camera work was preferred to costumes and stage craft. 

However, there was always that one moment when one wishes they had a different job or career.

I had survived crashes and been shot at a number of times.

I had never been the target though. I was told, my camera was going to be used for the film, to be film the gun or actor in action.

My complaints went unheard, I was under contract and at the mercy of the director and actor.

I took myself to a second hand military store, where i pleaded my cause and they found a bullet proof vest in my size. 

I was still hit by the bullet from the gun the actor was using as a prop. It had blanks and not live shots. 

It is not uncommon, even in radio dramas for a live round to go off. My grandmother had been hit in the leg, and myself in the shoulder.

Just laugh it off ? Or surrender and get a different life, in the end i went home to tell my grandfather who complained he was  more at risk as the tag along camera person than the actual men in uniform. 

Some stories never get told properly and sometimes families meet the wrong sorts in the journey.

My parents never had a chance of reclaiming their childhood lost to the war, while their parents worked instead of staying at home.

Some children grow up overnight and others never do grow up.

There is no real way of saying sorry, you know when someone dies unnecessarily. 

The week I spent with Collin Powell

Once upon a time, I was a federal employee, I worked as a National Park Ranger, a Forestry fire fighter and even got  invited to be part of the Coast Guard search and rescue team as a helicopter pilot.

I spent  many of my summers working at various seasonal jobs. My favorite was the Smithsonian museum and the Library of Congress.

I did a variety of things, since I had a science intelligence, I was put to work at these locations in the seventies.

I often lost my long term position to other who claimed to have a degree or the right this or that to have the job, while I was sent on to yet another training session and a new set of rules. 

After all, it not matter I am one of those Native Americans who don't have any real home and are nomads by  nature.

Well, occasionally the Congress cant balance their budget. If they were a bank client and did not balance their checkbook, they would not be able to have a bank account.

In the government time, they simply shut down when they have no more money to keep the government running.

All non essential jobs are shut down but not eliminated just in case the government gets a budget again.

This means, all those with essential jobs, including the President continue going to work but without pay. 

What happens, with all those interns and others who have come to Washington to work, are sent home. If they are smart they hang around as long as possible, but at home and not at work.

The others who have jobs but are not high enough up to keep the one they are working at get transferred.

For instance, secretaries in the old days were not assistants. Just as Monica Lewinsky walked into the White house to answer phones because she was available but not hired nor cleared for the job, some of us get yanked out of our favorite project.

Those of us who hang in there get to do their projects. I was working towards a history degree which would have put me in a variety of jobs. I was working at the Library of Congress research section. 

Then one morning I was not allowed to walk inside, but directed towards the Pentagon. I was now working for some man named Colin Powell, on a temporary basis, turn on my key to one place and arrive at the new location to get a parking permit!

No longer my own person with the right to make decisions for myself but under the hand of a man I had not meet before nor trained for the job.

I did have computer and office skills, but I was never trained for a military job nor for the kind of things that go on inside a high ranking military man.

This one was African American black and wondering how i would respond to his being my boss. No problem, I am Indian and never part of the greater white world. 

He laughed and proceeded to tell me how i did qualify for the job. My own training in the Forestry and National Parks were not unnoted. 

Apparently, he had actually had a chance to vet out his temp unlike the Clintons, and looked at my background, even the one that was not on my work history.

He also knew my family name from Tennessee. I told him my grandfather had been part of the Manhattan project. He told me a few more things about my grandfather i had not known and he was still alive. 

My other grandfathers, I had three were in the military, the great uncle was in the Pacific in the navy for both world wars. While the Canadian one had gone to Egypt, his father was one of the first pilots for WWI. 

He ended up working as a law clerk after he broke his back parachuting. He knew Cairo and Morocco, very well. 

He decided I could stay but out of his own sphere of expertise. He found out i was working on history and ancestry of historical figures. 

I was working on the Thomas Jefferson files at the time, which many other individuals have also worked, I did present the Thomas Jefferson mini library of books. 

I spent the rest of the week working on his own ancestors just as an exercise. He basically did not really need me in his office but trusted me enough not to get fired and allowed me to be part of the temporary office. Mainly I was in the briefing room, me, my computer and an empty room. 

His family is quite interesting, his ancestors span the breadth of African Americans. He white ancestors go back to the American Revolution. He has Gordons and Falconers as ancestors, these are the Scots who first fought the King in Scotland and then in the new world. 

This in the sixteenth century, Carnegie, Hepburn and Rockefeller, Rutherford are some of the other names of the white families in Jamaica before they emigrated to America. 

He has Jamaican roots, similar to Kamala Harris and is probably related to her through her Jamaican roots.

His wife has a connection with the Bell family, that is Martha Washington's family name. One never knows who or where the families came from. 

It is assumed the slavery was an issue but not always, the Walleyes  or Whaleys were infamous for their abuses. Thomas Jefferson's wives family were those people and yet he fought for the rights of the slaves and allowed his half sister in law to stay in residence after his wives death. 

Sally Hemmings was not born to slavery but to a line of ships captains. One never does know. 

Old Al Capone

 There was once this little boy who showed up in Chicago. He was a very nice boy and had two little brothers.

His younger brother would eventually run away and join the circus. Really he was part of the Old West performers who traveled often appearing as an outlaw with his gun drawn.

This was after his two older brothers joined a gang. Or the mafia as they call themselves while the authorites insisted there was no organized criminal group.

Al Capone is what he came to be called and he did everything on the way up the ladder in order to get noticed. 

The authorities finally sent him to Alcatraz, well known as a bad prison due to being on a island. It was a civil war fort before it was a prison and before that a lighthouse in the middle of the bay across from San Francisco.

They got him for tax invasion, legally they could not touch him for anything else. He was known to party and play with movie stars. His gambling and womanizing were notorious. 

There have been many movies on him and his antics but never a word of his family he left back at home while he traveled on business.

Business is what his granddaughter calls it, the auction house called it a century of notoriety. 

He had married a beautiful woman named MAE who gave him a son called sonny. They lived outside his sphere of influence. They also went to parades and other types of normal Americana. 

Sonny had a collection of knives, guns, badges and belt buckles of the Old West. It was said often he became a dentist perhaps a reference to a type of torture or just mundane livelihood.

He did marry as well, and had three blond girls. Al's granddaughters are not bad people and for the most part are ignored by the mainstream media. 

Diane is the oldest and has written a book about grandpa and given lectures including the new mafia museum in Los Vegas. 

She also decided to have an auction of her families legacy. For the most part, her father was seen as a good boy who stayed home with mom. 

Thier collection was of a few antiques, the dinnerware and what not that went along with his private parties at the Florida home. 

And a lot of photos of the family, sonny's collections and a few oddities of Al's. Most of his items had been seen in movies or news shows of his not so good life.

He was cigar smoker, he had a monogrammed matchbook cover, tie pins, cufflinks and one or two of his favorite guns. 

Now this story is an old one for me or myself. My grandmother worked as a radio announcer during WWII while her husband was away parachuting in Europe. He broke his back at one point and was assigned to be a clerk in Cairo. 

Which meant he took a law degree and used his wives knowledge of the Dewey system, since she had been a Librarian before the war. He was also a photographer by wars end, all the non glorious jobs while his wives voice came across the airwaves.

She was not having a good time but doing her job for the war effort. Her family at home were a mixed religion which did not include Catholics. There was often trouble between the in laws, she had many brothers and only one surviving sister who worked in Hollywood during the war.

She often traveled across the borders, Canada and Mexico for her family and was noted for the small child who pestered her constantly. They had a girl before the war started, my mother and then a boy just after the war who disappeared.

My grandmother survived being blitzed in London, and torpedoed on her way to Africa to find her husband in a military's hospital. 

But she had difficulty dealing with her own family, some of whom turned out to be the enemy, Nazis who had joined the Mormon movement in order to promote their white race supremacy. 

Even today, the joke about the book of Mormon shows white, blond, and blue eyed males in white shirts promoting purity and chastity. 

She was a throw back and had black hair while her parents mused how that occurred. Her mother was something else and endured the harassments on the knowledge her husband supported her. He was the one to throw out the extra in laws.

She also ended up with an in law sent to Alcatraz, who later turned out to be innocent, but not until after he endured decades in jail. His last name was spelled several ways and one way was hitsman instead of heightsman. 

Anyways, in her journeys she meet Al Capone at the spas in Mexico, at the Alcatraz prison's and probably at the border crossings in Canada. He was supposed to be an importer of alcohol which was illegal at that point. 

She often carried personals messages of her family and equipment for her radio or her husbands photography. 

My mothers middle name was trouble. She caused enough of it and later her family found out she had tumors and died of brain cancer. 

It does not explain her difficulty in getting along with her ow family nor her obsession's in adopting those who clearly did not belong nor were religious but criminals. 

Often the family found new digs or houses to live in outside of Salt Lake in order to keep her under control and away from those inside the family who might do her serious harm. 

One such place was Florida, they had built a small house with a huge yard, a dock for the boat, and a swimming pool with slide for her to exercise and have friend over for parties. 

My grandparents were always Romanizing their daughter would be well and sane one day. Instead she had a steady decline but married her childhood boyfriend, my father who kept her from the worst of her fantasies. 

Here Al Capone arrived and built a huge house right next door. His family had thier own little paradise while my grandmother was having a melt down. 

She wanted peace and was not amused but the time to flee was too late. She stayed when she thought he was not in residence. She knew famous authors such as Hemingway in Cuba and was often traveling. 

Another episode in their lives was the arrival of a certain Jim. He is not related to us nor could we ever get him to go away. Even now he uses the family name and wont acknowledge his own father Captain Kangaroo whom he looks just like. 

He was on his shows and he did everything he could to be a bad guy. His psychologist had a nervous breakdown and has since died. While he has brought one more girlfriend home with him, when he gets tired of the one in residence, he just moves on to a different girl and then another girl and then a different one.

Anyways, he liked to stalk us and carry out little situations where he got to play god. The authorities put him in insane asylums, prisons, deportation centers and even attempted to execute him. He tripped on his way to the chair, and pulled the plug out of the wall with his foot. They only throw the switch once in Arizona and he was allowed to walk free due to a technicality. 

Ever lucky, he found Al's house especially tantalizing. The family after Al's death was not in residence and Jim treated it as his own. He liked the tunnels and even found a little tiny submarine. My grandparents called the FBI whom they believed had them under surveillance anyways. When they arrived and Jim was happily driving the little thing around in the water with the hatch up, he simply plunged it down and swam away. 

God knows where he found the thing, maybe at Al Capones and maybe at one of the other houses along the stretch of homes with boat houses as access to their homes. His girlfriends enjoyed going through my families possessions on the basis they would one day inherit from a family that was not thiers. 

Which just meant the items went missing as soon as our backs were turned. We were not the Kennedys but had enough to get through life until the many girls arrived asking for handouts and leaving behind their bastards, non of which were the impotent Jim's.

So, the granddaughters of Al Capone decided to hold a small auction in Sacramento instead of New York city. I watched it online, hoping to bid on something small. The little black watch which is just like the one in my grandmothers radio photo for instance. 

Instead, the bidding was fierce, the memorabilia was wanted, even small items for collectors. The letter written from Alcatraz went for much higher than was thought. And on it went, everything was much higher than the auction house had anticipated.

His favorite gun, listed at about one hundred thousand prospect, went through a horse race of bidders. The end result, was just over a million dollars for one gun once used by the notorious Capone. 

His family home in Florida went for a modest price and the furniture also had nice prices but not enormous ones. 

There was a very fine painting with a brass placard as if it had hung in a museum, along with several other items of worthiness. 

But the watch was too high to even place a bid, and the rest of the loot went at a fast pace. The last was his cufflinks, often shown on shows, for an enormous price. 

The private collectors had a field day in a small auction house instead of Sotheby's. I wonder if any of the museums attempted to collect his items. 

For better or worse, a family who has had to deal with at least the public view of their grandfather being a criminal has come full circle in their benefiting from his notoriety. 

While my family lost most of their respectability over a celebrities insistence on targeting them. He is still seen as a saint with his blond hair and blue eyes, while most of my family are gone and those who remains have difficulty remembering whom they are to us. 

Friend or Foe, take it or leave it. Family is family and friends loyalty often tested, but it is the insanely obssessed who ruin even a good criminals auction. 

Crusaders to Old West lawmen turned gang of thieves

 The Dalton gang they were called and about as notorious as Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. There were actually a number of gangs during the Old West days. Easy access to banks and trains among other things made them famous for their robberies.

But where did they come from? For the most part, good families not known for being outlaws, not like the Hatfields and Mccoys.

Unlike the Thirties and Forties robbers who also made history, these people had to deal with horses and Marshalls in order to get away with their crimes. Hideouts and traveling to places such as Mexico or South America was their only way of escape.

The Daltons, who are not related to the film actor of the same name. By the way, Bond is protrayed as a type of rogue agent, acting outside the law, but he usually does not rob a bank but is usually being seen returning the money in the end to show his honesty after all the rules he has broken.

This family were Reverends and law men with a good standing in the community. There was a family of about ten boys, but only four of them became out laws. And this was after they did work as law men but felt short changed. 

Maybe the system did not give them what they deserved. Maybe at the time it appeared that they were being swindled by the big money. Railroads for instance were greedy and also did not look out for the care of their employees.

Just as banks were also said to be defrauding people and causing people to loose their farms or homesteads after all the work and then having no place to go. Many immigrants came in and took from others without much outlet for how to keep the family farm much less get rid of the new comers.

The Daltons arrived in America before the American Revolution and probably fought for the Union during the Civil War. They had a history of being Americans and not illegals. 

They descend from a line of Crusaders. Crusaders were sent originally to the Holy land in order to get Jerusalem out of the hands of the infidels or Islam's who had decided to make it their home.

The Crusaders were many things, including honorable men and thieves. They also robbed ancient sites in order to preserve the artifacts for history. 

But there were some who also took money although considered spoils of war, it is still an issue when comparing how the Old West began to take matters into their own hands and out siders were often simply working against the system. 

These Daltons can trace their lineage back to at least the 14 th century and had titles of knighthood attributed to them. 

Their female line  goes right up to the year 1000. They are listed as coming out of France which was common, Britain was ruled from France for awhile, especially during the Viking invasions. 

They have famous surnames such as Fitzalan and  Griffith in their lineage. Common thieves descended from the great Crusaders' of lore? Who might have rescued a maiden or two or might have been related to royalty at some point. 

The Old West and its lawmen and its outlaws. Who is to say whom was a better man Kit Carson who hunted down wild Indians as if they were animals or Jesse James who continued to live among those whom he stoled or those who ran off to other countries or the Wyatt Earp gang who were also lawmen but got into a spot of trouble such as gambling. 

Not like the modern thieves who use your bank accounts and even steal your cats in order to get even on a personal agenda. Swindlers and fraudulent observers abound giving a person a bad name for nothing at all but someone else whispering, shoplifter.

Meanwhile, one of the more notorious Thirty Mobster type Al Capone has spawned not only a son but three granddaughters. One of them has written a book about his family life and is currently putting at auction a number of his personal items that his family enjoyed.

The Crusaders were not unknown to become rich after their holy quests nor were their accommodations poor shacks in the desert but huge estates from which we get many of the politicians today who might not be considered lawful.

Still we would not want to be on a train such as Amtrak and have gunfire break out nor experience a robbery at a bank, where our money is no longer considered good.

Dear Mr. Putin

 I hope you are feeling well, they said you had to go into quarantine due to staff members having tested positive. And this with all of your precautions, and the vaccine but then there was that trip to Siberia. You could be worn down with all the efforts to kill you, even if it is just in the news. 

And then there are all of those ill will people showing up and purposely getting themselves arrested or simply protesting. Too much stress, I notice you hair is not the same as when you were a young athletic Olympic hopeful. Don't worry you still have more than Prince William.

About those vacations, I notice you have quieted them down, instead of the fancy ones to the beach, or the expensive yachts, you go hiking and fishing. Your fireplace was amusing especially to your staff. I imagine you don't get much time to sit quietly next to the fireplace, as President Roosevelt did with his polio wracked body. 

I do wish you to feel better, with these latest elections keeping the wolf at bay and the known enemy in place as the expression goes. Canada decided to keep Trudeau and after his wife went and got the horrible Coronavirus. They did not throw the new Governor of California out over the idea his Pandemic control was too much. Gavin has done nothing more than others and has had as much trouble over his own personal style of dealing with his family and friends. 

Perhaps, Merkle could have used some help, it seems they are tired of supporting a middle age woman without a slender figure. Everyone said they had voted for Hillary, but then she did not win according to the limits of the Constitution. I wonder how they would have done with the former President becoming the first male partner?

Well, you take care of yourself and get plenty of rest. The world is counting on you not letting any of those nutty military guys running around with the thought of blowing up the world. They use that motif in the films, such as the Bond series and Mission Impossible. I am sure your men are accustomed to being thrown to the wolves and have taken precautions to not allow themselves to be eliminated. 

As for Afghanistan, I would stay away, not even for a weekend get away. Just cross it off your list. They retook the country so fast, those Taliban guys, they did not have time to acclimate at all. I understand, that just as Orthodox Jews, the Muslims are also not willing to vaccinate much less consider the consequences of social distancing at a minimal.

Really, they have been in hiding all of these years, and now they are out taking selfies of themselves. No hygiene policy for roughing it nor hiding in caves and as for dormitory living, well one would be better off in a hospital ward. Not really, they are dying like flies in America, don't go to an American hospital right now either.

Ten days to retake a country under American sanitary conditions. Did they even have a lock down in Afghanistan? Well, I am sure they have not built up the immunity needed for this deadly disease. It would be better for them to one of those poor penguins in South Africa, where the bees targeted their eyes, killing the whole community.

Maybe, there will be a quiet time ahead, where those not vaccinated nor have built up the immunity towards any disease, including the measles, which i hear came back to America with the refuges. It might just happen, they will begin to drop like flies, going around where the Americans were, wearing clothes that don't get washed or shared accommodations and what not.

It might just be possible that Biden did them a favor, withdrawing at the end of summer when the heat is highest. The next few months should be fruitful, maybe the dreadful disease will wipe them all out, at least those in the cities. Just like the Native Americans who had no built up immunity for the European common diseases, such as Chicken pox and Measles, just disappeared. 

Or at least that is what historians claim the reason for their removal and Manifest destiny, the abandoned land where it was free for those smart enough to be on hand to move in and squat. As many have returned to remote areas in your country assuming there was no harm. But many places have diseases such as remote communities. 

Time well tell, if the Afghanistan can withstand the onslaught of a disease they have taken no precautions. No vaccinations nor clean living, not that they are dirty. Take what happened in New York city with the Jewish community a few years ago with Measles outbreak and the refusal to vaccinate. It was a calamity they could not avoid due to religious beliefs. 

Myself, I was super sick prior to the outbreak. I kept being told I did not have pneumonia but just had upper raspatory virus. Everywhere I went, even DC I was told to go home and rest. I was frightened it might be something contagious but even on a Train was told I could not wear a scarf around my neck. It frightened the other passengers, and yet I kept coughing with out stopping. 

I did not test positive to the mutated virus until after i was vaccinated, and with the Johnson and Johnson one shot. Then I tested positive and after i was quarantined several times under suspicion of having the symptoms. Now I am back to coughing and wheezing but cant even get a chest x-ray due to being listed on the CVD21 list. 

Well, the neighbors are going to have to get used to my coughing as there is nothing I can do about it. They already give the impression of listening too much to my activates inside my own room. Reminds me of the old days where we told as travelers not speak out loud nor leave anything out we did not want stolen or spoken to about in customs lines.

Now if there was one person i would wish to just get it over with and die, it would be my non relative Jim who keeps using my last name. He was listed as a stalker once a long time ago, but he has done it so long, that even my distant relatives believe he is who he says he is. The problem is he uses women and has moved on to a new wife, using my last name of course. I just wonder what happen to the last one, as they are living in the same house, I notice that she once lived in the same neighborhood in teh last city. 

I bet she is one of his old girlfriends. Which mean I should be worried about his former wife, even though i did not like her either. I get tired of being told I am not whom I say i am because of his insistence. I hope she was not in the Florida condo collapse, nor one those trapped in Mexico during this shutdown on the border. But where would she go as an illegal alien? Maybe I should ask for the backyard to be torn up.

Anyways, I was once a Journalist and not a bad one. I got edged out by all the newbies, and well was not up to the same games as the other women. My grandmother survived the London Blitzes as a radio announcer. She even got to introduce the Windsor's, the parents of the current Queen and a few Presidents as well. The world forget she even existed as I have no recognition no at all.

As for your trips, just be careful, because at least Presidents are still needed in this modern society. The young think they can run things themselves or just ignore the government or religion as they choose. I do hope your dogs are also under care as it sometimes transfers between animal to human. My cats are gone to another family as my accommodations changed due to no longer being needed as an expert researcher and interviewer. 

You however, need to remember you image will survive forever, just don't go to Afghanistan or even Mexico. Especially don't drink their water, or maybe this is where it all started, not in a Chinese laboratory . But in the non sanitary conditions of countries who put religion first and not the welfare of their residents. We shall see, if the Taliban survive, it will be because they either got vaccinated in secret or were the source of the disease in the first place. 

All of those military and news people going in and out of their county and all points elsewhere. It certainly spread fast enough throughout the entire globe. Siberia is a nice place when it is not snowed in, I once had a cat from there, she liked to catch bats instead of rats. No more running yourself into exhaustion, keep up those exercises and good healthy living as your videos show. 

Best Wishes on your next decade and non too late. We are need to know our back are being guarded, especially the so called enemy keeping their distance and making sure their borders are not converged upon by complete strangers. 

This reminds me of the decision to hold a live political symposium which resulted in the German people getting it into their head, they had the right to walk out of their barricaded city. The Berlin wall came down the same day as a politician misspoke and the whole city took to the streets on 11/9. Wish those of 9/11 could have just walked out of their building but without elevators they did not know what to do except jump. 

All those new building interfering with the weather patterns. And still no way down, except by jumping, and now they need oxygen tanks as those buildings have grown too high, even with a parachute to survive. Best to them as well, I am not going up an elevator nor a plane any time in the near future. 

Keep to your standards and your avoidance of being assassinated, someday we will all wake up grateful to an earth returned to normalcy. Even the President of America will be happy not to have to crack open his codes for weapons. Maybe, your daughters will visit you, unlike myself who has no daughters at all, just a few godsons, who have not bothered phoning.

Children, good luck in the next election and be easy on that French guy, he is not doing a bad job. God knows who will replace him. Oh, and is it not your Day of being born? I still get confused over the old 13 day difference. Well, be careful who you spend it with but be ready not to move too quickly if Biden should get fidgety, it is probably nothing to worry about. 

Good Health and a Long Life to you. 

Now an unknown former Journalist who covered the world for her God father Mr. Jennings.