Standing On A Corner In Winslow Arizona / What A Strange Sight To See Part 1


Standing on the Corner in Winslow Arizona (Eagles)

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The Wise Warrior Avoids The BattleMaster Sun Tzu / The Art Of War

“What Cha Gonna Do Now”?

“I Donna Know. Gotta Think”.

So There We Were.

Two South Central, Los Angeles, From Da Hood, Surfer Kid’s, Broken Down & Dirty, Having Just Slow Rolled To A Stop, Parallel To A Sign On The Side Of The Two Lane Interstate That Gave Us Our Coordinates.

Salinas, Kansas. Population 46,192.

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Time: 05:28

Date: June 17th, 1966

Temperature: 88 Degrees

Humidity: 73

“What Happened”?

“The Engine Blew Up”.

Dyrell Titus, Lifted Her Gold Frame Aviator Sunglasses Just Enough To Glare At Me With Her Head Slightly Tilted To The Right, The Slight Wind Catching Her Long, Wavy Blond Hair. Giving Me That Calm, South Cali, Female Emasculating Look.

“You Blew Up The Engine? You Stupid Idiot Dumb Pretty Boy. I Hate You. You Blew Up The Engine. How In The Damn Hell Did You Do That”?

There I Stood.

All Of 5 Feet, 6 Inches Tall.

138 Pounds Of Emasculated Boy Child. Waiting On A Knock Out Straight Right To The Kisser. Girl Wasn’t Playin.

“Ummm, Well, Ummm, Like, See. Well You Fell Asleep Somewhere In Iowa… And Uhmmm, I Got Bored & Well, Just Wanted To See How Fast The Car Would Go”.

We Were Heading Back West After Stopping In Chicago Coming From A Visit To Dyrell’s Grandparents Before We Headed Out To The Grand Canyon.

“It Was So Cool. We Were Trackin Over 120. We Were Flyin Low. And…”

I’ll Interject At This Time.

Dyrell Was West Coast Gorgeous.
Body By Fischer.
Cadillac Eldorado Division.

5 Feet Nine. Damn Ass Fine.

Stacked. Racked. Step Da Hell Back.

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Jimi Hendrix- Foxy lady

“You Got Bored? What The Hell Do You Mean. You Got Bored. Idiot. You Blew Up The Damn Engine”.

There I Stood.

In My 501 Button Fly Jeans, Black Oakland Raiders T-Shirt & My Black Converse High Tops.

Head Hung Down Low Like A Beat Dog.
Waiting On The Atomic Knock Out Punch.

“Well, Uhmm, Ahhh, Shit. You Were Sound Asleep Snoring. No Radio Reception. I Mean Jeez. I Just Wanted To See How Fast The Car Would Go & Well…”

“Oh My GOD. Asshole. I Don’t Snore. I’m Gonna Knock You The Hell Out On The Ground”.

My 16 Year Old Self Was Actually At A Complete Lose For Words.

“Idiot. What In The Hell Is Wrong With You”?

“Damn Dyrell. Calm Down. Remember What Sensei Always Says. Stay Calm. No Matter What. This Is Not That Big Of A Deal. For Real. It Was So Cool. We Were Flyin Low. You Would Have Been Stoked If You Would Not Have Been Sleep Snoring”.

“You Stupid Idiot. I’m Gonna Send You Flyin Low. Your So Damn Immature. There Goes The Entire Summer. Sitting Back In South Central Like Morons Until We Head Off To College. I Hate You. I’m Gonna Lay You Out”.

“Girl. Chill. Your Overreacting. Everything Is Gonna Work Out Jus Fine”.

“I’m Gonna Kill You Pretty Boy & Leave You On The Side Of This Road”.

“Baby…”.

“Baby? Baby? I’m Gonna Damn Ass Kill You. Don’t You Baby Me”.

Time To Retreat.

Girl Wasn’t Playin.

I Calmly Walked Around The Right Side Of The Pontiac, Talking In A Soft, Faint Whisper, Begging LORD GOD ALMIGHTY To Save Me From This Beautiful Girl’s Angry Wrath.

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I Walked Around The Trunk To The Left Side Of The Giant Car.

Across The Wide Expense Of The Pontiac’s Hood She Stated To Me In A Calm, Angry, Pissed Off Voice:

“Really Idiot. What Are You Gonna Do”?

“Pleeezee. Just Calm Down. I Can’t Think With You All Atomic Ballistic Up My Butt.
C’mon. You Know Better Than To Rage. Paleezee Girl. Calm Down. Awaight”?

“I’m Gonna Kill You Ryan. I Hate You”.

With That, Dyrell Climbed Into The Passenger Side Of The Car & Slammed The Door Shut.
Flipped Me Off. Then Just Glare Stared Out The Windshield.

There We Were.

In The Hot, Humid, Sunny Salinas, Kansas Wheat Field.

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Time: 05:49

There Wasn’t A Car On The Road.

My Heart Was Broken.

My Very First Car. Like Brand New. Red Stripe Tires Giving Her That Cool Street Rod Accent.
Now Just Smoking Detroit Metal.
Broken Down On The Side Of The Road In The Middle Of No Where. In A Never Ending Wheat Field.

Not To Mention It Was More Than Likely That I Would Never Ever Tap That Sweet Sweet Gorgeous Dyrell Thang Again.

I Hopped Up Onto ‘Bonnies’ Hood. Retrieved The Box Of Marlboro’s From My Jeans Pocket. Flipped Open The Box & Stuck A Cancer Stick In My Grill. Grabbed The Zippo Lighter & Hit The Marlboro Up.

I Looked Over My Shoulder Through The Windshield, Smiled At Dyrell.

My Medium Long Curly Dirty Blonde Hair Catching A Slight Wind & Threw A Wink At The Beautiful Blue Eyed Girl.

Dyrell Caught My Act & With A Cool Laid Back, South Cali Surfer Girl Look, Stuck Out Her Tongue & Flipped Me Off.

I Was Fucked To Inth Degree.

So There I Was, Sucking Down Marlboro’s. With A Hang Dog Looked Spread Across My Grill. Not A Damn Car In Sight.

This Scenario Continued On For Just About Two Hours.

Time: 07:37
Temperature: Real Fuckin Hot.
Humidity: Steam Bath.
Sun: Bright As Hell.
Wind Velocity: Zero.

Then Low & Behold, I Glance Over My Left Shoulder.
Lumbering Down The Interstate Towards Us, A 1953 Chevy Pick- Up Dooley, Faded Black & Kicking Up Dust.

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I Hop Off The Pontiac’s Hood & Flag The Pick-Up .

I Quick Glance Dyrell.
Girl Actually Smiling & Doing That Yippee Yippee Girl Thang In The Passenger Seat.

Just Maybe.
The Padlock Was Now Off That Steal Frame, Fine Fine Girl Thang Entrance Way.

The ’53’ Chevy Dooley Pick Up Slows Down & Pulls Along Side The Pontiac, Then Slowly Angles To The Right & Pulls Off The Road To The Interstate Shoulder In Front Of Us. Kicking Up Rooster Tails Of Dust.

Yip Fuckin Eee!!! Rescued.

Time: 07:51

The Driver Side Door Springs Open.

Out Steps This Dude.
About Six Foot Six.
Trim 230 Pounds.

Farm Boy Wearing Baggy Overalls, Red Plaid Long Sleeve Shirt, Sleeves Rolled Up Past His Giant Forearms, Brown Cowboy Boots & A Brown Cowboy Hat.

He Walks Up To Me & In A Slow, Low Pitch, Midwestern Southern Drawl Says:

“What’s The Problem Boy”?

“Blew The Engine”.

“Pop The Hood Son”.

Farmboy Stands Over Me While I Dis Engage The Hood Latch & Spits Out A Puddle Of Tobacco Juice.

He Adjusts His Cowboy Hat & Leans His Massive Head Into The Engine Compartment.

“Hell Shit Fire Son, You Sure In The Hell Blew This Engine The Fuck Up”.

“Yep”.

Dyrell Is Now Standing Next To Me With That Female I’m Gonna Kill You Ryan Look On Her Gorgeous Face.

“This Ain’t Nothin But A Thing. C’mon Kid’s Jump In The Truck. I’m Heading Into Town. My Uncle Butch Owns A Used Car Dealership. Butch Will Get You Kids Back On Down The Road In A Lightning Quick Lickety”.

Into The ’53’ Chevy Pickup We Jump.
Dyrell Sitting Between Us.

I Smile At Dyrell, She Just Rolls Her Baby Blues.

“My Names Buck. What’s Ya All’s Name”.

“My Name is Ryan. This Is Dyrell”.

“Hey Ryan. Hey Dyrell. What’s Cha All Doing Way Out Here”?

“We’re On Way To The Grand Canyon. Touring The Country Before We Start College”.

“Where Ya All From”.

“Los Angeles, California.”

“Cali Fornia. Shit. I Was Stationed In Diego. Camp Pendleton. Just Got Back From Da Nam A Month Ago”.

“Wow. My Dad’s A Marine. My Oldest Brother Is A Marine Aviator & My Second Oldest Brother Is A Marine Recon Sergeant”.

“Well Damn Son. Semper Fi”.

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“Semper Fi Buck”.

“You Joining The Corps”?

“My Dad Won’t Let Me. I’m The First One In My Family To Attend College”.

Little Did I Know That The Day I Turned 18, I Was Getting Drafted & Off To Da Nam I Went. Hit Hue City A Commissioned Marine Corps Second Lieutenant.

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“Your Pops Is Smart. It’s A Fuckin Meat Grinder Over There”.

“What Was Your M.O.S.”?

“50 Cal Operator. Nothin Says Lovin Like A Belt Fed 50”.

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We All Laughed.

We Drive Into Town, Then Over To His Uncle’s Used Car Dealership.

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“Wait Here In The Truck, I’m Gonna Talk To My Uncle Butch”.

Dyrell & I Sit In The Truck. I Break The Deadly Silence.

“See. See. Everything Is Gonna Work Out Just Fine Like I Said. Everything Is Gonna Be Awaight”.

“Shut Up. Your An Idiot. I Hate You. Just Shut Up”.

“C’mon Baby. Don’t Be Dis Way”.

“Listen Little Man, You Call Me Baby One More Time, I’m Gonna Knock You Out, On The Ground”.

I Just Hung My Head. Just Like A Beat Dog.

“Your So Stupid. There Goes All The Money. What Are We Gonna Do Now? Huh. Drive Back To South Central & Sit Around All Summer Like Idiots Before Heading Off To College? Huh. Your An Idiot. I Hate You”.

For Sure Now, The Steel Frame Door Opening Up Into Female Heaven Was Forever Shut Tight.

I Look Up Out Of The Truck Window, Walking Towards Us Is Buck & His Uncle Butch.
Butch Was Larger Than Buck, If That Was Even Possible.

Butch Was Dressed In Black Cowboy Boots, Black Slacks, Powder Blue Button Down Collar Shirt & A Blue Plaid Sports Jacket.

“Kid’s, This Is My Uncle Butch. Butch, This Is Ryan. This Is Dyrell. I’m Gonna Walk Across The Street & Grab A Burger. Your In Good Hands Kid’s”.

“C’mon Kid’s Walk With Me. Got Somethin To Show You”.

We Walk With Butch Through The Thick Maze Of Cars.

“Heard You Blew The Engine In Your Car. What Kind Of Car Is It”?

“A ’63’ Pontiac Bonneville 4 Door. Loaded. Less Than 10 Thousand Miles”.

“Really? What Cha Got Under The Hood”?

“455”.

“No Kiddin. Sweet Jesus. My Guys Just Rebuilt A Pontiac 455. Got It Up On Chains”.

We Walk Around The Sales Building, Back Towards The Big Garage.
Then Around The South Side Of The Garage.

Sitting There Is A Dark Red 1956 Four Door Dodge Royal With Black Inserts Down The Middle Of The Car Front To Rear.
Car Standing Tall.

“She’s A Beauty Ain’t She”?

“Yeah. Like New”.

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“All Original. Belonged To Pastor Young. He Bought It New. Took Care Of It Like A New Born Baby. When He Passed Away His Wife Just Wanted The Car Gone. She Purrs Like A Kitten. 318 Under The Hood.

Damn.

Deja-vu.

I Thought To Myself.

The Pontiac Belonged To An Old Jewish Man.

When He Died, His Wife Just Wanted The Car Gone.

I Had Come Full Circle.

Complete Judaeo/Christian Auto Transformation.

She Was A Beauty. Only 38,000 Miles.

“How Much Ya Want For Her”?

“Tell Ya What Son. Got That Rebuilt 455 Up On Chains. Dodge Been Here A Year & A Half. Trade Ya Even Up”.

“Wow Butch. That’s So Cool. I Just Put Brand New Uniroyal Red Stripe Tires All The Way Around On The Pontiac. Would Ya Switch Them Onto The Dodge”?

“Buck Tells Me That You Come From A Marine Corps Family. I’m A Marine As Well Son. Nothin Like Keepin It In The Family. Semper Fi Son. You Got A Deal”.

“Thank You Mr. Butch”.

As Butch Walked Away. Dyrell Grabbed Me.

“I Love You Ryan. Your So Cool”.

“Love You Too Baby”.

Uh Huh.

I Thought To Myself.

It is best to win without fighting / 古之所善戰者,勝於易勝者也

Master Sun Tzu 孫子

My Pimp Hand Strong.

That’s All I Got.

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Ryan. Out.

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1966 427 Under Da Hood / Factory Side Pipes / Split Window Coupe / Chevrolet Corvette    Sittin On Chrome

Jimi Hendrix “Are You Experienced” – Full Album

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Da Ghetto


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Welcome To Da Desert Ya All

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“Awaight Everybody. Another Week In The Bag. Again, Ya All, Top Of Da Retention Pile. This Shift Rules. The Other Shifts Don’t Even Come Close. Nothing But Love For You Guys. Now As Always, Monday Being Monday. I Need Ya All Here An Hour Early For Update And To See Who Won This Weeks Prize. A Five Star Dinner At Maxwell’s And Tickets To The Marlin Mets Game, Behind The Dugout Seats. Nest weeks Prize Is Off The Wire. So Ya All Have A Wonderful Weekend. I Want To Thank Each And Everyone Of You For Your Above And Beyond Hard Work And Dedication. Ya All The Best Customer Service Rep’s On The Planet. Be Safe. See Ya All Monday”.

I Walk Into My Office, Sit Down For A Sec In Front Of My Computer, Send Off The Week’s Reports To Corporate. Shut Down My Machine, Hit The Door.

“Hey Ryan”.

“Hey Dorthy”.

“Ryan, You Are Killing  Them. Your Numbers Are Through The Roof. Every Month. What Are Your Feeding Those People”?

“Wisdom And Love Ms. Dorthy. Goes A Long Way”.

“Well Mr. Hotshot, You Just Let Me Know If You Want To Spread Some Of That Love Around. Know What I Mean”.

“I’m Sure Your Husband Would Be Ecstatic With That”.

“Can’t Blame A Girl For Trying”.

“Guess You Can’t Ms. Dorthy. Have A Good One”.

“You As Well Ryan”.

I Proceed Down The Main Hall To The Side Exit That Will Land Me Onto Cypress Creek Road Where I Will Catch The Number 9 Bus Into Downtown Fort Lauderdale.

Tonight Was Going To Be The First Night That I Dis Embark The 9 At 10th And Sistrunk Boulevard Instead Of Taking The Number 9 Into Downtown Fort Lauderdale Terminal.

I Decided That Getting Off At 10th And Sistrunk And Then Walking Up Sistrunk To 12th Street, Proceed South On South West 12th Street, Take A Right At 5th, Then Cut Over To 14th. Walk Up 14th To Broward Boulevard. Cross Broward Boulevard Right Onto My Street, West Harmon. Then A Two Block Hop Skip And Jump Over To Harmon And West Las Olas Where My Apartment Sat On The Corner. Cutting 13 Minutes Off My Walking Time.

I Walk By The Side Entrance/Exit Security Desk Heading For The Steel Door Leading Out To The Parking Lot.

“Good Night Mr. Donovan”.

“Good Night Reggie. Have A Great Weekend My Man”.

“You As Well Mr. Donovan. Don’t Have To Tell You To Be Safe. Got Your Girl Veronica With You”?

“Right By My Side Just Like Always. Never Leave Home Without Her”.

Veronica Being My Colt 1911 A Semi Auto 45.

“She Be Just Like American Express Mr. Donovan”.

“Copy Dat Reggie. Be Good My Man”.

“No Promises There Mr. Donovan”.

With That I Hit The Door Leading Out To The Parking Lot Of Cypress Creek Commons Office Park, Proceed Down The Drive To Cypress Creek Road, Make A Left, Walking To The Intersection At Powerline Road.

Cross Powerline, Walk The Short Distance To The Bus Stop.

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Walk Over To The Bus Stop. Light Up A Camel Menthol Chill And Wait On The Number 10 Broward County Transit Bus.

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Six Minutes Later The Bus Pulls Up. I Board.

“Evening Sir”.

“Evening Driver. Having A Good Night”?

“So Far So Good Sir”.

“Beats The Hell Out Of The Alternative”.

“Got Dat Right”.

I Walk To The Rear Of The Bus, Take An Empty Seat, Window Side, Facing West.

The Bus Rolls At A Decent Speed South, Down Powerline. Very Little Traffic This Time Of Night.

The Scenery Changes From Brightly Lit, To Dingy City Gloom As Downtown Approaches.

I Pull The Cord That Signals The Driver To Stop Just Before Hitting 9th And Sistrunk Boulevard.

The Bus Pulls Up To The Stop At The Corner Of 9th Street And Sistrunk Boulevard. I Walk To The Front Of The Bus, Past The Driver To Begin My Exit Off The Bus.

I Turn to The Driver.

“Have A Nice Driver. See You Tomorrow Night”.

“I Certainly Hope So Sir. You Know Where You Are Sir. Sure You Want To Get Off Here?”

“Yep. Have A Good One Driver. See Ya Tomorrow”.

“I Certainly Hope So Sir. Take Care”.

With That I Dis Embark The Number 10. Walk A Few Steps On Over To Sistrunk Boulevard And Proceed West Up Sistrunk.

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I Proceed West Up Sistrunk Boulevard To South West 11th.

I Walk South Down South West 11th Over To South West 6th Street.

I Hit South West 12th For A Short Walk South To 3rd Street.

The Plan Was To Cut Over From 5th To South West 14th Street, Then South On 14th To Broward Boulevard, Cross Broward Boulevard Onto My Street West Harmon, Then Two Blocks Over To My Apartment On The Corner Of West Las Olas And Harmon.

Broward Boulevard Was The Separation Of My Early 20th Century, Now Yuppie Neighborhood And The Sistrunk Hood.

I Was Very Familiar With Sistrunk For The Fact That I Purchased My Cigarette’s In The Hood, Saving Myself Close To $2.00 A Pack.

Then Four Times A Month I Delivered Food Boxes To The Home Bound Folks In The Sistruck Neighborhood.

I As Well Attended Church In Sistrunk At  ‘Word Of Life Kingdom Situated In The Sistrunk Hood.

Leading The Service Every Sunday Morning Was The Beautiful, Anointed Pastor Rosetta Bryson

Miss You Way Much Pastor.

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The Neighborhood Was Very Quite That Evening, As Well Dimly Lit, For The Reason That Most Of The Street Lights Were Out.

Just As I Was Approaching 5th, Pretty Much Walking In The Middle Of The Street. It Happened.

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“Yo Man. You Straight”?

I Turn My Head Slightly Left About 20 Degrees.

Sitting In the Middle Of 12th, On A 20 Inch Bike, High Bar’s, Was A 12 To 13 Year Old Kid.

Blue Jordan High Tops, Blue Jeans, Blue New York Giants T-Shirt And A Blue New York Giants Cap.

Can Ya All Spell ‘Crip’.

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“Yes Young Man. I Like Women”.

Time: 00:29

Temp: 83 Degrees

Humidity: Sky Da Fuck High

Visibility: Dark/Overcast

“Nawww Mannn. You Straight”?

“Yes Young Man. I Like Women”.

“Nawwww Mannn. You Straight. I Gots 1980’s Hard, I Gots Soft, I Gots Tweeze”.

So There We Are.

In The Middle Of South West 12th Street.

Looking At Each Other Cornea To Cornea.

Young Man Looking Up At Me From The Seat Of His 20 Inch Bike.

Myself Looking Down At Him.

Right There In The Middle Of The Damn Ass Hood.

“Oh. Awaight. You Slinging Dope”.

With That The Young Man Just Looks Back At Me, Staring Directly In My Eyes.

I’m Straight Up On Da Stare Back.

Just Like Dat For What I Know Must Have Seemed Like A Life Time For This Young Man.

I Let The Silence Do It’s Thang For A Minute.

Then In A Calm, Soft, Laid Back Tone I Say.

“I Ain’t Poe”.

Talk About A Sigh Of Relief.

Thought Kid Was Going To Keel Over Backwards Off Of His Bike From The Blow-back Of His deep Sigh Of Relief.

“What If I Was Poe”?

“I Gettin Locked Up”.

“Yeah. Then What”?

“Man Get Me Out”?

“Oh. Awaight. So Now You Owe Da Man For Bail And Today’s Product And More Product That You Have To Sell To Make Up For Everything Else”.

“Yeah. So”?

“Awaight. Like Dis. Now You Back Out Here Again In 24. Poe Not Stupid. Now He Bring You Down Again. Can You Spell Now You Double Fucked”.

“Wow. Dats Trippin”.

“Ya Thank? How Long You Been Out Here Slingin”?

“10 AM”.

“Oh. O.K. You On Da 24 Plus”.

“Gotta Pile Dem $tack$”.

“When You Was A Shorty. What You Dream Of Being When You Grew Up”?

Even Though Young Man Was An Individual Who, Due To His Chronological Time In Space As It Were, Was For All Practical Matters, Considered A Shorty. I Was Not Going To Insult His Intelligence Or Honor For The Simple Fact That This Kid Was Out Here Slinging Drugs Just About 24 Hours A Day.

“I’m Real Good With Numbers. I Always Wanted To Design Airplanes And Rockets”.

No Shit. Talk About A Profound Response.

“Look I’m Gonna Be Straight With You. On Da 100. You Can Still Accomplish The Dream You Had When You Were A Shorty”.

“How I Do Dat”?

“First You Gotta Get Up Out Da Game. Then Go To The School. Talk To The Principal. Be Real With Her. Tell Her What You Wanna Do. Now You Need To Understand Something Serious”.

“What Dat”?

“You Will Be Bringin Hate From All Over The Place Down On You. The Man Really Be Hating On You For No Longer Lining His Pockets Boss Hog. Then Everyone Else. This Will Be By Far The Hardest Muthu Fuckin Thang You Have Ever Done Until The Next Hardest Thang Comes Along.

“Damnnnn. I Can Do It”.

“Yeah. Only You Can”.

“Wow Man. Thank You”.

“Don’t Thank Me Young Man. Thank Yourself When You Do It.

With That, The Young Man Rode Out Into The Night.

This New Way Home From Work, Not Only Began A New Chapter In My Life, But An Entire Actual Book.

That’s All I Got.

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Desert Love Ya All.

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Ryan. Out.

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Dis How We Do It On Da West Side Da Best Side

2Pac – To live and die in LA (Dirty Version) [HD].

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Street Story


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Welcome To Da Desert Ya All

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Friday, January 29, 2016

Street Story

“Mr. Mr. Sir. Can I Get A Rollie”? 

I Turn My Head Over My Right Shoulder.

The Voice Is Emitting From The Mouth Of The Beautiful Young Lady On The # 4 Bus Who Was Straight Up On The Stare Me Down.

I Keep Steppin Till I Hit Da Curb On The Other Side.

“Please Mr. Please Sir. Just One Rollie”?

“You Know How To Roll Girl”? 

“Yep”.

“Awaight. Here Ya Go”.

“Ohhh. Thank You So Much Sir”.

“No  Problem Girl”. 

I Proceed To A Bus Bench. Girl In Tow. 

We Both Cop A Squat.

I’ll Interject At This Point.

Girl West Coast Gorgeous. Body By Fischer. 
Cadillac Eldorado Division.

 

Stacked.

Racked.

Step Da Hell Back.

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“Thank You Sir”

“Your Welcome Young Lady”

“My Name Is Felicia. What’s Your Name”?

“My Name Is Ryan”.

“Hey Ryan. Your Handsome”.

“Young Lady. I’m Old Enough To Be Your Grandfather”

“Not. No Way. Your Not Even 50″.

“Tehhhh. I’m Just Bout 65″.

“Oh My GOD.Your Adorable”.

“Young Lady. Stop. Mind Your Manners”.

“Why Do You Think I Was Gawkin You On The Bus”? 

“Tehhhh.Young Lady. I’m Gonna GetRollin”.

“Do You Have A Phone”?

“Yes I Do.I Have Two Phones”.

“May I Use One.Please”?

“No”.

“Please Ryan. Please”.

“Felicia. Girl. I Don’t Let Anyone Use My Phones”.

“Ryannnnn. Please. Pretty Pretty Please”?

“Tehhhh. No”.

“Oh Gosh. Please Please Ryan. It’s Important”.

“OMG Girl. No”.

“Ryannnnnn. Please Please Please.With Ton O Sugar Please”.

“Damn. Who You Need To Call”? 

“My Momz”.

“Whats The Number”.

“Thank You So Much Your So Sweet.I Love You”.

I Star 67. Dial. Give Felicia The Phone.

Girl Completes The Call. Hands The Phone Back To Me.

“Felicia. Why Don’t You Have A Phone”? 

“I Had A New I Phone. But I Lost It”

“Awaight. I’m Gonna Get You A Phone Right Now. You Can’t Be Without A Phone”.

“Really? Your So Sweet.What Kinda Phone”?

“A Lifeline Phone. You Get 500 Talk Minutes And 500 Hundred Text Minutes Every Month”.

And

No.

These Are NOT Obama Phones.

Lifeline Was Introduced In 1972 By Then California Governor Ronald Reagan.

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“I Love You Sooooooo Much Ryan”.

“OMG  Girl. Stop. Do You Have An Arizona Picture I.D. And An ACHESS Or EBT Card”?

“Yes” “

O.K. Hold On I’m Callin My Dawg Drew”.

“Yo. Drew. What Up Dawg? I’m Good. Listen. Check It Out. I’m Here With A Young Lady. She Need’s A Phone.Where You Iz? Awaight. Girl Has An Arizona Picture I.D. And A Current E.B.T. Uh Huh.Uh Huh. Awaight. Let Me Write This Down. Go Ahead Dawg. Uh Huh. Awaight. Later My Man. I’ll Send Her Down. Girl’s Name Is Felicia”.

“Awaight Felicia. Here Ya Go. My Man Drew Is Gonna Hook You Up. Even Gonna Upgrade You For Free. I Wrote It All Down. Directions. Bus’s. Everythang”.

“Go With Me Ryan”.

“Girl. Not On My Schedule. You’ll Be Fine. Everythang Is Right Here Felicia”.

“Ryannnnn. Please. Ton O Sugar Paleeezee”?

“Gir.l I Have Some Where I To Be“.

“Ryannnn. Paleeezeee. I Want To Hang Out With You All Day”.

“Girl. No”.

“Gosh Ryan. I Really Like You. Please Please Please Ryan”?

“OMG Girl. NO”.

With That.

Before I Knew What Hit Me.

I Can’t Even Make Dis Shit Up.

Girl. Pulls Out Her Beautiful Ample Breasts

Leans Over.

Plants Her Open Mouth Right Da Hell On My Grill.

Tongue Extended Further Than A Python’s.

I Pull Back As If I Just Caught An M1C Sniper Round.

“Damnnnnn Girl. Are You Kiddin Me! Titties And Kiss’s At On A Bus Stop Bench. O.M.G. Put Those Thangs Away. Now!!! LORD HAVE MERCY“!

Girl Was Shocked And In Tears.

“OMG Ryan. I’m So Sorry. I Feel So Bad, Embarrassed And Ashamed. Please Forgive Me”.

“Damnnn Felicia. You Should Be Embarrassed And Ashamed. How Old Are You”? 

In A Cry, Sigh,Whimpering Voice

“I’m Almost 25″.

“Damnnnn. That’s The Same Age As My Daughter. I Damn Sure Hope She’s Not All Titties And Kiss’s At The Bus Stop”. 


There Ya Have,It.

Just Another Day In A Life In Da Desert

That’s All I Got.

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Desert Love Ya All.

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Ryan. Out.

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Tupac – Picture Me Rollin VIDEO [HD] [Official] (Uncensored)

A Russian Story


Friday, August 19, 2016

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A Russian Story

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What Up World.

Glad Ya All Could Make It.

Hope Your World Is As Soul And Spirit Happy As Mine. 

This Trip Back In Time Came To Me As I Was Walking Through The 250 Year Old Cemetery On My Walk To The # 16 Bus This Morning.

For Some Reason. 

Completely Unknown To Me.

Cemeteries Have  Always Been A Very Special Place.

Quite Possibly It’s the Tranquillity.

The Main Attraction For Sure Are The Old Resting Places Literally Going Back Centuries.

The History Involved In These Settlers Spirits.

It Is The Veterans Graves. 

That Grab My Full Attention.

Some Going Back To The Spanish American War And Even The American Civil War.

The Vietnam Veterans Resting Area Is A Very Special Place To Me. 

Always Bringing Me To Tears. 

Then, As Always, My Salute In Front Of Each Grave With Honor,  Giving Thanks To My Fallen Brothers Who Have Literally Given It All.

Damn. 

Tears Hitting The Whores Expansive Keyboard As I Drop These Very Peckz.

My Favorite Grave Yard Is Located In My Most Favorite Place On This Planet.

That Would Be Citizens Cemetery, In The City Of Flagstaff, Arizona. 

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So Very Cool.Black Birds Bigger Than Iggy The Dog.

I Ain’t Gonna Lie.It Was For Sure The Rollings Stones Song,‘Route 66’ That Lit My Fire In Regards To Finding This Magical Freeway That Would Transport Me Two Miles High Up Into The Mystical Flagstaff Atmosphere.

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I Love Flagstaff.

I’ve Been Going Up To Flag Since 1966.

It Was The Summer Of 1966.

I Had Just Graduated From High School With Honors.

I Was The Ripe Old Age Of 16 Years Old.

I Purchased, Cash Money. 

A White 1963 Pontiac Bonneville Four Door. 

Loaded.

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Blue Fake Leather Naugahyde Interior Bench Seats. 

Every Option Known To Man In That Seemingly Ancient Time.

The Best Part Was That My Surf Board Fit Perfectly Over The Passenger Seats Front To Rear.

And

The Very Best Part Of The Pontiac Was The Sale Price I Paid.

The Vehicle Had A Scant 9000 Miles On The Odometer.

Car Was Like New.

I Located The Car In The Sunday L.A. Times Three Days Before I Turned 16 Years Old.

The Car Belonged To An Old Jewish Couple.

The Husband Had Just Passed Away And The Widow Just Wanted ‘The Beast’ As She Refereed To The Car, Gone.

I Paid the Nice Lady $300.00 Cash Money.

Talk About Luckin Out.

The Very Evening After Graduation I Loaded Up  ‘Bonnie’.  

Her 455 Power House Engine Purring Under Her Sexy The Hood.

I Swung By The House Of My Drop Dead Gorgeous Girlfriend, Dyrell Titus And We Hit The Road.

Dyrell Had Just Turned 18 And As Well Had Just Graduated High School.

She Was The Schools Top Volley Ball Athlete And Part Of The Football Teams Cheer Leading Squad.

We Had Been Planning This Trip For Almost A Year.

We Had Never Heard Of Flagstaff, Arizona Until We Heard ‘The Rolling Stones’ Wailing Their  Smash Hit Song ‘Route 66’.

Off To Flag We Headed. 

Now When Thinking Back On It All.

Here We Were. Two California Surfer Kidz, From Da Hood, Heading East On What I Consider To Be The Most Historic Road Leading West In America.

Back In Those Days Flagstaff Was Mostly Dirt Roads. 

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Pavement Would Slowly Work It’s Way Into The Landscape As One Approached Northern Arizona University. 

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Outside Of NAU (Northern Arizona University) Dirt Roads Led In All Directions.

Things Don’t Get Any More Laid Back Than Flagstaff.

Back Then Outside Of Northern Arizona University The Population Was Made Up Of Mostly Navajo Indians And Old White Settlers.

To This Day I Have Many Navajo Brothers.

Now.

Fast Forward To The Beginning Of Summer 2014.

I Usually Spend Summers Up In Flag To Escape The Deserts Daily 100 Degree Plus Fiery Pavement Environment.

As Well There Is A Publication That Always Welcomes Me To Turn Out Articles For Them.
They Even Have A Small Little Cabin In The Back For Me To Call Home. 

I Ain’t Gonna Lie.

My Favorite Place To Crash Though, Is To The Northern Rear Of Northern Arizona University Observatory.

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There Is This Little Dirt Road Running Parallel To The Rear Of The Observatory Only Accessible On Foot Through The Terrain. 

This Tiny Path Leads To A 30 Foot Cliff.

So Cool To Scale In The Dark Starlit Night.

Then Once Reaching The Plato, One Feels As Though They Are Truly On Top Of The World.

The Sky Lit Up By The Trillions Upon Trillions Upon Trillions Of Stars Lighting The Heavens.

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Shooting Stars Are The Norm Of The Night.

Up On This Plato I Have A Sleeping Bag Secured In A Double Thick Black Refuse Bag. 

I Will Not Be Making This Incredible Journey This Summer As I Have Taken A Position Back In The American Corporate 500 Rat Race.

My Vacation Coming To End Next Week.

So.

Back To The Beginning Of Summer 2014.

After Dropping My Daily Article For My Friends Small Publication I Walk Over To My Favorite Coffee Place In Downtown Flag On San Fransisco Street.

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This Particular Day There Is A Small Line Upon Entering. 
Four People Waiting For Their Thick Rich Tasting Hot Brew Delight.

Young Man In Front Of Me, About 30 Years Old. 

Got That All American Jock Look About Him.
For Sure Military. 

Out The Wild Blue Young Man Turns Around 
And Asks Me If I Know This Girl Named Tula.

He Goes On To Say That He Is Sure He Saw Me Talking To Tula One Day In Front Of The Main Library.

Flagstaff, Being The Small Community It Is, Most Everyone, The Regulars As It Were, In Some Way Or Another Are Connected.

Tula Is, As A Matter Of Fact, A Long Time Friend of Mine. A Writer As Well. 

I Confirm His Question And We Just Start Talking.
Just Two Dudes Shooting The Shit. 

Young Mans Name Is Sam. 
Doesn’t Get Any More American Then That.

Turns Out Me And Sam Have A Lot In Common.
Sam As Well Practices Marshall Arts.

He Has A Gig Managing A Sporting Goods Store In Town. 
He Also Has His Favorite Cliff Hangout Just Outside Of Flag Off Route 66.

Nothing Like Scaling A Steep Cliff And Practicing Martial Arts Kata. 

He had A small One Room Crib Over The Store.

We End Up Homies.

Never Communicated Via Cell Phone Or Anything Like That.

Just Always Ended Up Meeting After Work At The Coffee Shop.

There Was One Thing That Was Always On My Mind.

I Knew For Sure Dude Military. 
I Had Him Pegged For Special Op’s. 
Most Likely Officer Status.

Thang Of It Was, Homie Would Never Come Clean As Far As Branch, Rank Or MOS.

Looking Back Now. 
I Surely Get The Fucking Secrecy. 

Summer Starts To Wind Down. 

Everythang Just Everythang.

On The Third To Last Day Before I Headed Out Back To The Desert With Autumn Quickly Approaching And For Sure Temps Dropping In A Lightening Quicker Than Lickety Nano Sec Up In The Two Mile High Flagstaff Environment.

I Head Over To The Coffee Shop After Dropping A Few Peckz Across The Whores Expansive Keyboard Completing My Third To Last Article For My Friend. 

My lifelong Friend Veronica, Retired FBI Special Agent Cribbing A Lifetime Up In Sedona Was Meeting Her Homie Lorraine, A Long Time Friend Of Hers Who Resides In Flag Like Forever.

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I Make It Over To The Coffee Shop. 

Grab My Dark Brew Coffee With A Habinero Pepper Float. 

My Homie Sam Is Already There. 
I Cop A Squat.

We Start Shooting The Shit While Waiting On The Girls.

Just Your Usual Everyday Dude To Dude Bullshit. 

Just Kickin It. 
Right?

Then All Of A Sudden Sam Turns To Me And States:

“We Need You Ryan”.

I’m All Like Up In The Puzzlement Thang.

Thinking, Who Needs Me?

As If Sam Was Reading My Mind He Says:  

“Yeah Ryan. 
We Need You And You Will Most Defiantly Be A Good Fit”.  

“O.K. Dude. 
Who Need’s Me And What Kinda Fit”?

“Ryan. 
Your Insight And Intelligence Is Beyond All Scope. 
The Way You See Things Before There Is Even Any For See-able Evidence”.    

“O.K. And”?

To Say That I Was Completely Caught Off Guard In A Shell Shocked Kinda Way With My Homies Response Is A Cyclopean Understatement.

Ya All Ready For This?

“The Kremlin Has A Very Lot Of Money Now Ryan. 
You Will Never Have Another Worry In The World. 
I have Been Discussing You With My Superiors.
They Are Very Looking Froward To Meeting You.
All The Necessary Paperwork Is Already In Order.
Your Flight Will Depart Day After Tomorrow”.   

I Just Sat There With This Major Dumbfounded Expression Blazing Across My Grill. 

I Have Never Ever Been That Entirely Speechless In My Life. 

“So Ryan. Are You On Board”?

“You Shitting Me Right”?

“Ryan. 
I Would Never Shit Anyone In Regards To A Matter As Serious As This.
I Am A Russian Military Spetnaz Officer. 
I Do Not Play Ryan”.

    

As I Sat There. 

It Was As If I Had Been Transported Into A 4th Dimensional Dump Onto An Alternate Realty Onto The Set Of A Rod Serling ‘Twilight Zone’ Episode.

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All I Could Verbally Muster Up In Reply Was:

“Russian Women Are Gorgeous”.

“Ryan. 
All The Beautiful Russian Women You Can Imagine Will Be At Your Disposal. 
The Best Food On This Planet. 
24 Hour Car Service. 
Whatever You Want Ryan. 
Everything Is All Arranged. 
My Superiors Wait In Great Anticipation In Meeting You”.

“What About My Social Security?
Child Support?
Alimony”?

“Forget About All That Trivial Nonsense Ryan. You Will Have A life Like You Could Never Even Dream Of”. 

At This Point I Was Gone. 

Thoughts Were Rushing Though My Head At Multiple Mach Speeds.

At One Nano Flash Second I Thought We Were Both Gonna Draw Down Our Weapons And Start Blasting Each Other.  

This Shit Was Straight Da Fuck Outta A 1950’s Spy Movie.

I Ain’t Gonna Lie.

At One Quick Flash Nano Thought Moment. 

I Envisioned Lil Ol Me Cribbing In Da Kremlin Surrounded By Beautiful Russian Babes.

Then Realty Smacked Me Square Up In The Kisser.

I Glanced Veronica And Lorraine Walking Towards The Coffee Shop. I Turned To Sam
And Said: 

“My Man. 
You Straight Up Cool. 
If And When The Shit Ever Rains Down. 
I Hope Ya Got My 6. 
I Know For A Fact I Would Have Yours Brother.
Unfortunately.  
At This Point In My Life I Hate To Fly And Russia Is One Long Ass Muthu Fuckin Flight.
I Am Both Overwhelmed And Highly Honored That You Would Make Such A Cool Ass Offer To Me.
To Say That I Am Impressed Is A Monumental Understatement.
All That Said My Man. 
I’m Gonna Turn Down Your Generous Offer.
I Hope That Doesn’t Damper Our Friendship”.  

With That Sam Stood Up. 
Shook My Hand And Said:

“Nothing Could Ever Dampen Our Friendship Ryan. 
You Be Safe Recon Marine. 
It Has Been A Pleasure And A Great Honor Knowing You. 
Your Are A Good Man Ryan. 
Our Loss”.

With That.

Sam Turned And Walked Out Of The Coffee Shop. 

Never To Be Seen Again.

I Can’t Even Make Dis Shit Up.

That’s All I Got.

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Desert Love Ya All.

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Ryan. Out.

Tail End

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The

Beautiful Women

Of

Flagstaff, Arizona

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In 

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Down  

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Didn’t 
Yo 
Mamma 
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Ya All 
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На прошлой неделе Hackin Российская панк Ass Суки.

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And Yo Pig Face Hoe Mamma

The Southside


Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Ryanindadesert / Man In Da Sand
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Welcome To The Desert Ya All

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Back Tracking Through TheDa Swamp

Yo.

Vietnam.

What Up My Homies?

Thanks For The Read Guys.

LORD GOD Bless Each And Everyone Of You.

Những gì lên Homies của tôi. Là một phút. Đánh giá cao thời gian của bạn trong việc đọc. Cho biết cô Lin Yang tôi gửi tất cả các tình yêu của tôi. Giữ an toàn. Hoa hậu Ya Girl. Sa mạc tình yêu. Điên Cowboy, Ryan

Desert Love Ya All.

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The South Side

Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Originally Composed
Late Spring 2012

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The South Side

The Journey From The South Side North Was Always Interesting.

Then On Some Days The Journey Was Completely Off The Wire. Today Was One Of Those.

I Decided To Cut Over From 44th And South 6th Avenue West Past The Pawn Shop.

From There I Proceeded North Behind ‘Food City’ Grocery Store.

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I Proceeded Into The Neighborhood Up Through To South 33rd And Cut Over To South 6th Avenue.

I Was About Four Blocks Into The Neighborhood Heading North.

As I Approached The Last Block Before Actually Cutting Over To South 6th I Felt A Vibe.

Vibes Are An Integral Part Of My Life On A Nano To Nano Basis.
And
For Sure I Never Doubt The Vibes. Nor Due I Second Guess Gut Feelings.

For You See Vibes And Gut Feelings Have Been The Entire Main Ingredients Regarding My Continuous Daily Occurrence Of Exhaling CO/2 On This Treacherous Planet.

I Casually Glance 25 Degrees Over My Left Shoulder.

Thank You Vibe.

The Boy’s In Da Hood As It Were.

There Standing Over Waist High, Thick And Built Stood Four Pit Bull Dog’s. All About A Year Old, Still Showing That Puppy Pose.

This Wild Doggy Pack Was Comprised Of An All White Male.
A Tan Male.
A Black Male
And
A White Male With A Black Spot Over His Left Eye, Right Thigh And Butt.
Adding Doggy Character As It Were.

I Proceeded With My Walk, Not Changing Pace.
Still Calm, Laid Backed And Chill.

Seemingly, The Doggy Ensemble Was Approaching In My Direction.

Tongues Hanging. Tails Wagging.

As Well Their Determination In Their Pursuit To Check Me Out Was Relentless.

Upon Their Approach, They All Took Up Their Positions Around Me And Calmly Fit Into My Slow Cadence.

‘Whitey’ Took His Place At Front Flank.

‘Tan Boy’ Positioned Himself At My Right Flank.

‘Blackey’ Covered My Left Flank
And
‘Spot’ Took Up The Rear.

So Here We All Were In This South Side Barrio Walking, Talking And Chillin In The Early Morning 90 Degree Plus Heat.

We Proceed On.
Myself Talking Softly, Quietly  To My Newly Acquired Escorts.

My Pace Unchanged.
Speaking To My Escorts In My Typical Laid Back South Cali Drawl.

We Seemingly Had Some Kind Of Rapport Because At One Point I Told Them How Big And Beautiful They All Were.

Before I Could Place A Period On That Vocal Sentence They All Licked Me.

I Then Proceeded To Tell Them As Well That They Were For Sure Some Giant Ass Pit Bull Doggies.
In Fact Some Of The Biggest Dogs I Had Ever Seen. At That Claim They All Looked At Me And Winked.

So Here We Were, Just Hanging And A Banging Down This South Side Barrio Hood Street Walking In The Middle Of The Road.

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I Said To Them That Their Doggy Mama And Daddy Had To Be Some Really Big Dawgs.

Just As The Period Hit My Verbal Sentence, Ms. Vibe Flashed Me A Fleeting Nano Subliminal Messege.

Thank You Again Vibe.

That’s When I Caught It.

I Turn My Head Less Than 20 Degrees To My Left.

Standing Loud And Proud On A Desert Dirt Front Lawn Tilting Up At About 2 Feet Stood Mom.

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Mom Figured. What The Hell.

She Joined In On This Rag Tag March Through The Barrio.

Their We Were.

Myself And The Entire Dog Famdamily.

Mama Made Sure To Make Herself Noticed.
She Walked Up To My Left Leg, Gave Me A Love Nudge.
As If To Tell Me, She Was The Boss.

We Continue On Walking And Talking.

I Say To Mama, Damn Girl, You Certainly Are Big. I Can Only Imagine How Big Daddy Dog Is.

Then It Happened.

As We Pass This Dirt Ally, Popz Makes His Entrence Out Of The Ally.

For Sure. Popz Big Dawg.

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Popz Da Pit, Took His Position Beside’s Mamma.

We All Walked On For Another Block.
Me And The Entire Dog Famdamily.

Then, Straight Out Of The Wild Blue.

Big Pup In Front Hit The Deck.
Rolled Over And Started Licking My Legs.

Then The Other 3 Pit Pup’s Joined In This Mad Crazy Street Love While Momz And Popz Looked On.

After A Few Minutes Of All This Street Puppy Love, They All Stood Up And Took Their Place In Front Of Me For Some Serious Behind The Dog Ear Petting And Scratching.

Then, Just As They Approached Me They All Disbanded And Went Their Way Up The Street.

About 10 Feet Away They All Turned Their Heads And Threw Me A Wink In A Type Of Doggy Choreographed Move As If To Say, ‘Later Homie’.

I Looked Up.

I Exclaimed To HIM.

Uh Huh.

Walking With Giant Wild Street Pit Bulls.

You Surely Trippin LORD GOD.

Then In A Quicker Than L.A. Quick Lickety A Strong Desert Breeze Brushed It’s Sweetness Over Me While Butter Flies Engulfed Me.

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And

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Just To Make Sure I Was Clear On This Spiritual Intervention, A Screeching Black Bird Descended Before Me, Hovering As It Were Right Before My Face As If To Say:

“Hope Ya Cop Da Drift Boy. Have A Nice Day.

I Proceed On Up To 32nd Street And Cut Back Over To South 6th Avenue.

As I Make My Way North Up South 6th Avenue Approaching 31st Street I Notice On The Eastside Corner Of 6th And 31st Three Young Mexican Men Between The Ages Of 16 And 18 Years Old.

The Way They Are Hanging Out, It Is More A Claim Of Territory. They Have Secured That Particular Part Of The Tarmac.

These Teenagers Were Dressed In New Red Nike Air Jordan’s.

Red Bandanna’s.

Black Baseball Caps With Red Letters Indicating Their Choice In Regard’s To The Dress Code.

The B’s And The C’s As It Were.

Can Ya Spell ‘Bloods’.

Hanging With These Young Men Were Two Beautiful Young Mexican Girl’s. I Would Say Around 16 Years Old.

I Continue North On South 6th Avenue On The Opposite Side Of The Street. Walking Against The Flow Of People And Traffic. Hard To Come Up On Me. Been A Lifelong.

As I Approach 30th Street One Of The Young Mexican Girls Crosses South 6th Avenue To My Side.

As She Grows Closer To What I Call My ‘Meet And Greet Space I Say:

“Pido perdón la señorita Iam lamentable no soy una perspectiva buena”.
(For My Single Lingual Readers/ I’m Sorry Young Lady I Am Not A Good Prospect.)

Without A Word The Beautiful Young Woman Takes Her Position On My Right Flank And Falls In Lock Step With Me.

The Time Was 08:45, Sunday Morning.

We Walked In This Quite, Not A Word Spoken Pace For A Couple Of Blocks.

Without Any Props, Completely Out Of The Vast Wild Blue, Girl Says To Me:

“Haga usted tiene cualquier licor”?
(For My Single Lingual Readers/ Do You Have Any Liquor?)

“No, Seguro no Hago.
Son Usted No Demasiado Jóven Para Beber el Licor.
También Es Tan Muy Temprano “?
(For My Single Lingual Readers/ No, I Sure Don’t Young Lady are you not too young to be drinking liquor, as well it is very early Sunday morning.)

“Esto lo hace ir más rápido”.
(For My Single Lingual Readers/ It Makes It Go Faster.)

¿Usted significa(piensa) a todos los hombres todo el día y toda la repetición?
(For My Single Lingual Readers/ You mean all the men all day and all of the repetition?)

“Si”
(For My Single Lingual Readers/ Yes?)

We Continued On For A Bit. Silent As We Walked. After A Few Blocks The Young Lady Turns To Me And Says:

“Va a Usted Rezar Para Mí?
(For My Single Lingual Readers/ Will You Pray For Me?)

Sí. Absolutamente. Rezaré por usted. ¿Cómo te llamas? (For My Single Lingual Readers  /Yes. Absolutely. I Will Pray For You. What Is Your Name?

“Mi nombre es Monique”.(For My Single Lingual Readers  /My Name Is Monique.)

“Seguro que Monique. Señor Dios te bendiga muy muy Much.My nombre es Monique”.(For My Single Lingual Readers  /For Sure Monique. LORD GOD Bless You So Very Very Much.)

With That Monique Trailed Off Back To The East Side Of South 6th Avenue.

I Walked About A Block And A Half North Up South 6th Avenue To 29th Street.

I Turned Left Up The Steep Grade Of West 29th Street And Walked About 18 Steps And Stopped In Front Of An Abandon 19th Century Old Church.

I Looked Up.

I Said In A Soft Whisper To LORD GOD ALMIGHTY:

LORD GOD ALMIGHTY MACK DADDY CREATOR.
PLEASE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY Find This Young Lady And Intercede LORD GOD. Save Her From The Ravages Of War. Please Save Her Oh LORD GOD. I’m Begging You LORD. I’m Begging”.

My Tears In A Torrential Onslaught Hit The Hot Tarmac Like Exploding Mortars Tearing Through The Desert Floor.

Silently Crying Like The Proverbial ‘B’.

I Can Not Say How Long I Stood There Begging LORD GOD To Save This Victim Of Family Turf War Engaged For The Simple Non Payment Of A Street Debt.

Even Right Now.

My Tears Cascading Down Onto The Whores Ever Expansive Keyboard As I Drop These Last Peckz.

The Treacherous Wicked Hell Bent World For Now Safely At Bay.

Ryan. Out.

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United States

Ukraine

Cyprus

France

Canada

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Germany

Russia

Portugal

Bulgaria

Slovakia

Japan

China

Kenya

Costa Rica

Belgium

Latvia

Philippines

Italy

Cuba?

Kazakhstan

Belarus?

Thailand

Ireland

Mongolia

Hong Kong

Lithuania

Indonesia

Pakistan

Iraq

Malaysia

Thailand

Spain

Taiwan

In

Da

House

Running

Wild

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Down

In

Da

Desert

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Didn’t 
Yo 
Mamma 
Tell 
Ya All 
Bout 

Da Desert

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LORD GODS 7 Stars

 

 

 

As The World Turns


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Welcome To Da Desert Ya All

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As The World Turns

Daily.

I Am Observing A Soap Opera.

A Soap Opera Originating On The 50″ Flat-screen Right Before My Eyes.

A Visual That I Never Ever Dreamed Would Become A Stark Raving Realty.

Subject Matter Scripted From The Likes Of People That One Would Think Would Never Ever Be Forefront In Such Nefarious Drama.

Actors Actually Portraying Themselves.

Shame No Where Present On The Vast Horizon.

Who Woulda Thunk?

The White House Drama.

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Oh My.

President Donald J. Trump.

Has Now Layered Up.

His Attorney Of Choice Has Been To This Rodeo Before.

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Marc Kasowitz.

Mr. Kasowitz Has represented Donald trump In Many Various Law Suits, Including The 25 Million Dollar ‘Trump University Fraud Case‘.

The Fact Of This Matter Is, That Mr. Kasowitz Has Represented Donald Trump Since 2001.

Back Then, In The Infamous Atlantic City Casino Case.

In Late November, 2017 Mr. Kasowitz,  Represented  OJSC Sberbank of Russia, The Largest Bank In Russia Accused Of Conspiring With A Granite Company In A Plot To Smoke Their Main Competitor.

Little Side Note Here.

Jared Kushner, President Trumps  Son In Law And Number One Advisor, A Name America Is Becoming All To Familiar With, Previously Served As Deputy Chairman Of The Board At OJSC Sberbank of Russia. Oh My.

Seemingly, The Plot Thickens.

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Jared Kushner  Is Now Under F.B.I. Scrutiny.

The Way All This Works, There Are Three Parts Of Scenario Involved When Law Enforcement Begins To Take A Look As It Were, Into Individuals Or Organizations.

The Process Starts With ‘Scrutiny‘ Then If Warranted ‘Investigation‘ Begins. If Substantial Evidence Is Found, Then ‘Target‘ Comes Into Play.

Jared Boy Is In The ‘Scrutiny‘ Phase.

Word On The Street Is That The Senate Wants To Question Jared Kushner  In Regards To His Dealings With OJSC Sberbank of Russia.

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As Far Fetched As All This My Appear.

This Type Of Drama Packed Controversy Is Nothing At All New To Donald J. Trump  And His World Wide Business Enterprises.

As Well, Keep In Mind, That I Am Neither Judge Nor Jury.

That Stated.

With Very Little Effort, I Was Able To Pin Down The Following Links.

For Myself, Real Or Fantasy, It Goes To Character.

The Many Scandals of Donald Trump: A Cheat Sheet

Donald Trump’s Many Business Failures, Explained – Newsweek

Donald Trump Business Failures | Time.com

The Donald Trump scandal he wants you to forget … – Salon

The Donald Trump scandal he wants you to forget … – Salon

This List Just Goes On And On And On. Again. Going To Character.

My Point In All This Is, To Bring To The Forefront That Scandal, Fraud And Controversy Is Nothing New To President Trump.

I Will Also Add That In The Last Few Days, Channel Surfing As I Do.

A Trend That Is Becoming All To Familiar For Me, Is The Relative And Pertinent News, That Is Being Reported In Regards To Jared Kushner, President Donald Trump And The White House In General, Aside From being Dark And Foreboding, Is That I See A Trend Developing.

What Clearly Stands Out For Me Is That Fox News Is Cheer Leading President Trump On, As Well Down Playing These Current Events. While MSNBC Is Reporting Relative News In Regards To What Is Actually Transpiring.

I’ll Add That If You Have Been Following Any Of My Blog Sites For A Minute, Both MSNBC And CNN Have Not Been My Go To Cable News Choice’s. To Say The Least.

Fox News, Has Been For Quite Some Time, My Go To Cable News Network.

Not Any More.

Cheer-leading Just Ain’t My Thang When It Comes To My News.

For Myself, The Path Fox News Is Marching Down, I Find To Be Actually Quite An Embarrassing Path, As Well In The End, What I Consider In Relation To Broadcasting,  Somewhat Devastating.

Fox News Is Taking It To The Point, Where One Broadcaster Likens President Trump To A Salesman.

For Myself.

I Prefer Salesmen To Stick To The Used Car Lot And Not My White House.

The Job Of The President Of The United States Is Complex And Taxing.

Nano Second To Nano Second.

And

When The Chief Executive Officer Is Bogged Down In Daily Controversy, The Country Is Compromised On Many Many Levels.

This Is The Simple Take Of It All.

The Hard Take Is That When The Commander In Chief Is In A Position Where He Has To Again, Lawyer Up, America Is Screwed.

But, Then Again.

History Has Proven Time And Time Again, In Regards To Donald Trump, Lawyer-ing Up Is The Norm.

While Channel Surfing Yesterday Evening I Stop On Fox News For A Minute.

The Broadcaster’s Are Actually Having A Conversation In Regards To The F.B.I. And  Their Integrity, Once Again, Throwing James Comey Under The Political Bus.

Shame On Ya All.

As Far As I Am Concerned.

The F.B.I. Is The Greatest Law Enforcement Agency On This Planet. Bare Known.

They For Sure Have Better Things To Do Then Waist Their Time Chasing Down Innuendo And Fairy Tails In Relation To Donald Trump And His Nepotism – ized White House Inner Circle Staff.

America.

Your Boy ‘Donnie‘, Asked An F.B.I. Director, To Drop An Investigation, Into The Now Tainted To The Core, Michael T. Flynn, Investigation.

Look America. Dis Shit Straight Up Hitting The Fan Blades.

What Comes To Mind Is A Conversation A Few Years Back On The Number 10 Bus Here In Tucson, Arizona.

Myself Standing Up Front By The Door, An Older Lady Sitting Behind The Driver Said To Me:

Justo cuando creo que he visto todo. No he visto nada todavía y tengo 97 años”.

Sí, sé exactamente lo que quieres decir señora“.

In Other Words America, In Regards To All Of This President Trump Administration Nightmare, Soap Opera.

Ya All Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet.

Now. Onto This Weeks Most Disgusting, Reprehensible, Political Action.

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The Picture Of Inner Bred White Trash.

Punk Ass Bitch Bully.

Newly Elected Congressman, Greg Gianforte.

An Individual.

Who Has Absolutely No Business What So Ever, Serving Anyone, In Type Any Of Political Office Capacity.

Yo.

Punk Ass Faggot Bitch Gianforte .

To Say That You Possess Deep, Deep, Evil, Wicked, Mental Health Inspired Anger Issues. Is A Monumental Understatement.

If All This Is Not Enough.

Leave It To The Lost Clown Idiots Of Montana To Elect You To Any Office.

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I’m Sure Your Mama Is Proud.

After All,

She Gave Birth To Your Inner Bred White Trash Ass.

Yeah Einstein.

I’m Calling Your Punk Ass Bitch Faggot Self Out.

Bring Your Angry, Inner Bred, White Trash, Punk Ass Faggot Bitch Self, Down Here To The Desert .

Guaranteed.

In A 10th A Second.

No Weapons Present Or Necessary.

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Your Inner Bred, White Trash, Punk Ass Bitch Faggot Self, Will Be On The Ground, And, You Will Spend The Reminder Of Your Life, In A Wheel Chair Drooling.

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Straight Up.

On Da 100,

Punk Ass Bitch.

Oh LORD GOD Have Mercy On Me.

My Los Angeles, Cali, South Central Hood Roots Got Da Best Of Me.

Bad Bad Me.

Yeah.

That’s All I Got.

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Desert Love Ya All.

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Ryan. Out.

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1965 Pontiac GTO Lowrider  Sittin On Chrome

Santana – Smooth (HQ)

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Da Swamp Non Political Op Ed


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Welcome To Da Desert Ya All

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A Good Commander Is Benevolent And Unconcerned With Fame  /  Master Sun Tzu

The Final Throw Down

Strap Yourselves In World.

Gonna Be One Hell Of A Rough Ride.

You Looking For P.C.

Trust Me.

You On The Damn Wrong Page.

A Quick Shout Out Of Sorts.

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Йо. До Whad лежа, расхищение, ели хлеб, жабы вымерли в отверстие россиян. Ваш женщин в положении лежа злой pig face fat ass жабы вымерли в отверстие мотыг. Все ваши российской mamas поросенок Дик высасывание мотыг. Йо. Vladdy мальчика. Как ya делают на прошлой неделе педофилов. Мне и моей вторник вечер pimpin вашей мамма, жена и сестра на da южной стороне. Damnnnn! Мне по разминированию и принял вниз ваш панк ass Советского Союза. Слышали вы получили ваш на прошлой неделе ass налил бренди мне вашим КГБ начальников. На прошлой неделе. Советского Союза. Wha Da Fuck Wha Wha Wha.

If Your A Democrat. Your An Idiot.

If Your A Republican. Your An Idiot.

If Your A Liberal. Your An Idiot.

If  Your A Conservative. Your An Idiot.

If Your A Socialist/Communist. Your A Real Idiot And You Need To Be Stepping It Up The Road On Past Sweeney’s House And Da Hell Out Of My Country. Now. Today.

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General/President George Washington’ Farewell Speech / 1796

What Stands Out For Me Is How Emphatic President Washington Was In His Serious Warning To America In Regards To Political Parties.

The alternate domination of one faction over another, sharpened by the spirit of revenge natural to party dissension, which in different ages & countries has perpetrated the most horrid enormities, is itself a frightful despotism. But this leads at length to a more formal and permanent despotism. The disorders & miseries, which result, gradually incline the minds of men to seek security & repose in the absolute power of an Individual: and sooner or later the chief of some prevailing faction more able or more fortunate than his competitors, turns this disposition to the purposes of his own elevation, on the ruins of Public Liberty.” — George Washington, September 19, 1796

I Was The Ripe Old Age Of 13 Years When I Read This Document. Perhaps I Was The Only One.

Look Around America.

Your On High Alert.

Bustillion Alarm Fire.

The Precipice Growing Thinner By The Day.

Politics Has Taken This Country Down The Very Tubes Leading Into The Dark Dark Fecal Dripping Sewer.

And Yet, I Listen To The Slant Face, Political Hacks Spewing Forth Endless Yak In Regards To Our ‘Fore Fathers‘.

Quite Possibly These Political Gripped Losers Somehow Passed Over This Part Of General/President George Washingtons Farewell Speech..

Then There Is The Endless Parade Of Talking Heads.

Pretty Faces In Front Of The Camera, Who’s Job It Is To Present The News. Period.

But Oh The Hell No.

Seemingly, This, The Most Important Part Of Their Job Description Has Escaped Them.

Now These Mindless Pretty Faces Add Their Opinions, As If I Actually Give Two Shitz Or Three Fast Flyin Fuckz One Way Or The Other In Regards To Their Opinion.

The Real Tragedy Here, Are The Idiots Out In Television Land, Who Spout Their Chosen Talking Head’s Slanted Political Diatribe Idiocy, Word For Word. Moron’s Would Be An Earth Shaking Upgrade.

Over The Years I Have Come Down Hard On The Likes Of MSNBC And CNN.

For Close To 16 Years, Fox News Has Been My Go To Cable News Channel.

This T.V. Viewing Habit Has Come To A Screeching Halt As Of Yesterday Evening.

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The Short Take In All Of This Is That The Fox News Network Has Morphed Into The ‘Trump Fox News Network‘.

For Myself, Tuning Into Fox News Over The Past Several Months, Is Akin To Taking A 4th Dimensional Dump Onto An Alternate Realty Set Of A Donald Trump Reality Series Titled ‘My Political Mission Forward’.

Critical Acclaim Building To Sky High Crescendo.

Up And Down The Ladder.

From One Fox Broadcaster To Another.

Taking It All Up For Trump No Matter What.

No Regard What So Ever To Who They Throw Under The 48 Ton Political Bus.

All To Save The King.

Yeah.

I Do Get it.

Mainstream Tearing Trump A New One.

Or Are They?

That Aside.

Fox News , It Is not Your Job To Rally Behind ANY Political Figure.

Your job Is To Broadcast The News.

This Realization Jumped Out At Me The Other Evening Flashing Across The Face Of Felicia Flat-screen, Flying Multiple Mach Speed During The Hannity Show.

My Usual T.V. Watching Habits Entail Mr. Remote, Mute Engaged.

As Well, I’m Flipping Back And Forth Between Seinfeld, Family Guy And Fox News.

Yesterday Fox News Retracted A Story That Sean Hannity Was Screaming From The Rooftops, Over And Over, Again And Again, For The Last Several Months.

The Story Had To Do With The Death Of Democratic National Committee Staffer Seth Rich.

Police Investigators Concluded That Seth’s Murder Was A Robbery.

Police Further Concluded That There Were Not Any Items Missing From Seth’s Person.

So The Question Was How Could Seth’s Murder Be In Fact, A Robbery?

Conspiracy Theories Started To Fly.

The Thing Of It Is, That In Cases Such As This, Sometimes, The Assailant Hasn’t, For Whatever Reason, Time To Conduct A Personal Search Of The Victim.

Quite Possibly He Was Scared Off.

Also, There Is The Possibility Of Gang Initiation, Where As, The Assailants Only Mission Is To Smoke A Citizen.

Just On And On And On.

But In This Case, The Victim Was A D.N.C. Staffer. Just So Happened.

So, For Months On End, Sean Hannity Beat This Wild Horse To Near Death.

Then, At Some Point, GOD Only Knows Why,  Fox News Executives Were Inclined To Investigate The Substituent Facts Of This Story. Common Practice.

They Concluded That There Just Was Not Enough Evidence To Warrant Any More Coverage At This Time, In This Particular Story.

In Essence. End Of Story. Period.

But Oh the Hell No.

Now Keep In Mind That I Am Watching Sean Hannity Since The Hannity And Colmes Days.

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I Had Respect For You ‘Irish’.

That Changed Yesterday Evening.

If You Read The Article About Fox News Retracting The Seth Rich Story, The Motivating Factor For The Retraction Was Seth’s Families Pleas To Fox News To Cease And Desist Using In Essence, Seth’s Murder To Further A Political Agenda And As Well, What Family Wants Their Murdered Son’s Ordeal To Drag On And On And On.

One Would Think, Yes, Of Course, This Move Forward Makes Perfect  Sense.

Seemingly, Sean Hannity Didn’t Receive The Clue Up In Regards To All Of This.

So Instead Of Stating Something Of  Narrative Of This Nature:

Due To The Lack Of Evidence In Regards To The  Murder Of Seth Rich Myself And Fox News Are Pulling This Story Until Further Investigation. I Apologize For Any Inconvenience America“.

Period.

But Oh The Hell No.

Hannity Went Into This Self Aggrandizing Diatribe On How Sincerely Sorry He Was For The Rich Family And Seth’s Mother And… On And On And On.

LORD GOD Bless You All So Much, Sean Concluded.

Then At One Point, He States, Now Worries, He Is Still On The Case.

Nigga Paleeze.

And ‘Trump Fox News Network‘ Marches On.

It’s Not Just Hannity.

It’s Actually Just About The Entire Fox News Broadcast Staff.

Another Fox News Broadcasting Fact.

If Not For Advertisers Jumping Ship Faster Than Rats, BillHarasserOReilly Would Still Be on Air.

As I have Always Stated. Going Back In Time To Television Production Class, First Day.

Professor Sullivan Stating:

“Television Is A Big Lie Whose Only Purpose Is To Sell Products. You Will Be Tested Class“.

For Example.

Yesterday Evening.

For Hours On End.

Fox News Was Cemented In Manchester, England.

I Up Shift The Dial One Click On To MSNBC.

They Are Broadcasting The Senate Investigation Into The 2016 Elections And Russian Influence On The Election.

Very Interesting.

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I Found Former CIA Director Brenner‘ Response To Senator Trey Gowdeys Question About Russian ‘Collusion’ In The 2016 Election Very Interesting And Very Pertinent.

In Essence, Telling The Senator That His, The Senator’s Question, In Regards To Russian Collusion, Wasn’t His As The CIA Director, To Answer, For The Simple Fact That The CIA Gathers Intelligence. Period.

They, The CIA Do Not In Any Way Shape Or Form Investigate Or Prosecute Intelligence Evidence.

One Would Think, That A United States Senator Would  Be Privy This Fact.

But, Here Again.

Politics Raises It’s Ugly Head.

Then, Show After Show, Fox News Slanders A Good Man’s Name.

A Man Who Has Devoted His Entire Life To Serving The United States Of America.

They Drag This Mans Name Through The Mud For Political Purpose.

This Mans Name Is James Comey.

A Good Man.

A True Patriot In My Eyes.

A Few Blogs Back I Explained Clearly The Spot That Comey Ended Up In.

Just Another Political Pawn.

Just As The Saying Goes.

Three things Cannot Be Long Hidden: The Sun, The Moon, And The Truth / Buddha

And Who You Ask, Are The Folks At Fox Schilling For?

Donald Trump Of Course.

I’m Going To State Something Right Now.

I Did My Best President Trump To Stand Tall For My Now, Ill Perceived, Commander In Chief.

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As Of Last Night Donald J.Trump.

You Ain’t My President No More.

In The Old Vain Of:

If It Waddles Like One. Yaks Like One. And Stanks Like One. Its A Dirty Damn Ass Duck.

What Resonates Loud And Clear Through My Mind Is A Statement That Candidate  Made Almost Two Years Ago.

It Went Like This.

My Father Only Gave Me A Measly, Poultry One Million Dollars To Start My Life With‘.

Just Another Little Daddy’s Rich Boy.

Quite Franklin, Your Immature, Punk Ass Behavior Resonates This Sickening Fact Loud And Clear.

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As Well, The Stench Of Nepotism Reek’s Like Hog Stank Emitting From The Farm House Swine Penn.

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Nepotism.

Not in My White House

According To Former C.I.A. Director Brenner, The Very People Who Surround You In Your Inner Circle Have To A One, Conducted Some Kind Of Business With Russia.

Mr. President, These Hearings, The F.B.I. Investigations, Individual Inner Circle People In Your Administration Under Scrutiny, Is Not Some Kind Of ‘Witch Hunt’, Nor The Norm That Follows You Throughout Your World Wide Dealings.

Mr. President, The Situation That You Are In, Can Not Be Bought Off With Pricey Legal Consul Or Loud Mouth Show Boat Yak.

You Sir, Are In Ever Increasing, Deep Deep Shit.

On The Job Side Of Things.

Your Health Bill Was DBA. (Dead Before Arrival)

Thank GOD.

Your Budget Is Heading Down The Same Path, DBA . (Dead Before Arrival)

Your One And Only Agenda, As Far As I Can See, Is To Further Enable Income Into Elite Wealthy America’s Pockets.

Yeah.

You Are Cutting Corporate Taxes For You And Your Friends.

Then Adding More Taxes To The Very People Who Staff These Companies And Corporations That Pile $tack$ Into You And Your Friends Coffers.

Then, You Are Literally Taking Food From The Mouths Of The Poor In Cutting Back EBT. (Food Stamps)

If All That was Not Enough.

Children And The Poor Will Loose Health Care.

If All Of This Is Not Enough.

All You Stupid Bought And Sold Middle American Idiots, Who Bought Into This Clown Face Jokers Game, Lock Stock And Barrel, Are Exactly The One’s Who Are Going To Get Screwed The Worst With Higher Taxes, Less Benefits, In Regards To Your Retirement.

I Feel Bad For Ya All. For Real.

The Real Bottom Line In All Of This Is Sean Hannity And The Rest Of The Fox News Broadcasters.

What If President Trump And His Inner Circle, Jarad Kushner And The Rest Are In Fact Found Guilty In These Investigations.

I’ll Tell Ya What.

Ya All Be Lookin Da Fools.

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Sean Hannity.

All Your On And On And On Screaming In Regards To Americans On Food Stamps.

Did It Ever Occur To You For One Minute Irish.

That If One Looses They’re Factory Job Lets Say..

Why Does That Individual Not Take Advantage Of All The Free Government Money Available For School And Retrain Themselves Into Another Profession?

You Know Why Sean Hannity.

Because That Scenario Does Not Not Fit Your Political Slant.

Tell Ya One More Thing ‘Irish’.

Trump Is Done. Trust Me On This.

As Well, So Is Fox News.

Da Fox Is Already Swirling Around The Drain.

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This Fact Is Also Forefront And Obvious In The Murdoch Boys Actions In Their Calling An Emergency, On The Run Executive Meeting Earlier This Month.

Bottom Line In All This For Me.

I’m Gone.

After 16 Years,

See Ya Fox News.

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The Eagles – Already Gone

That’s All I Got.

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Desert Love Ya All.

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Ryan. Out.

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1951 Chevrolet Low Rider Pick Up   Sittin On Chrome

Grateful Dead – Truckin’

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