Government Apparatchiks

I was in the Cross-Hairs of the Apparatchiks

I lived without any interaction with the US Police State. But in the early 21st century, for some reason, the US Police State targeted me, when I was merely a lone quite loyal law abiding citizen. I did travel to Ukraine and Russia many times, and my cousin-in-law is a colonel in the Russian military and perhaps that touched a nerve within the US police state, I just dont know. I do understand weapon systems and explosives somewhat from work as an engineer and patent lawyer, and did work indirectly for the US government for many years, and was a marksman with a long barrow pistol. Maybe they were afraid of me or suspicious. Perhaps it was the combination of skills, intellect, and travel that set them off targeting me, or maybe it was all just my impression, with no intent behind their moving at me. I am a freedom lover, with many skills, and the US police state pushed my buttons hard. I just wanted to live free and alone, peaceably without conflict, and was denied that life style by the US police state, unleashing a wolf.

Dont Tread on Me Metallica

We all hear about constitutional rights being violated by government authorities, but I generally felt it was much over blown, until the federals came at me. I decided to put government apparatchiks (police, fire, courts) who have hands on interface with the people, to various tests, to determine for myself how bad it really was out there. I conducted many experiments on the apparatchiks, though they had no clue they were under my microscope. I used a blog and phone mostly to push buttons as excitations, to try to get a response, and I was not disappointed. The results were expected in large measure and in some regards appalling. Generally, they let their biases and presumed duties to get the better of them, in good faith, and do violence upon and intimidate law abiding citizens merely exercising constitutional rights to free thought, speech, and press. I will post here a collection of stories. The world is not a stage for must, but is my playground. Many times watching and hearing world power players, there are moments where something is odd, unsquared, meaning that something does not follow, but that generally relates to not having all the necessary information and intelligence, for in the end, the geography is relatively time static, but the shape shifting power centers over the world is dynamic and time dependent, requiring a flexible mind to effectively comprehend those changing sands over a given period. There are objectives, always in heart, and civil harmony is best served when the people are free within reasonable and necessary controls. Yours does not do random, there is always an objective. The world stage is led by mortals in power controlling vast armies of administrators and apparatchiks, until of course the people rise up, and over throw the power players, particularly when the political systems run out of control. Political leaders and religious leaders, as pseudo political leaders, generally set the policies and are the decision makers, exciting military commanders and administrators, the former of whom commands weapons and armies, the later of whom actuating the apparatchiks interfacing directly with the people, striking a given balance between freedom and control, within the various cultures. The world political systems are thus hierarchical. The world political leaders do provide many chess pieces in both domestic politics and geopolitics. There are many balls in the air at any one time, requiring a flexible mind to interface with them all, particularly where some are by policy at odds with each other requiring out-of-box flexible thinking to reach engineered solutions. The administrators and the police states implement the policies of the power leaders. The apparatchik and local police control the people. The people are driven by innate human qualities and disposed within various respective cultures. The determination of failure or success in political systems lies in getting the policies rights at the top in view of the cultures to strike a balance between freedom and control, for when the policies are right at the top, the military, police state, and administrators will then fall in line, and they in turn will accordingly drive the apparatchiks who will interface directly with the people, who should prosper in freedom under reasonable control, within their respective societies.

Mighty Mouse

Adventures of Superman

A patent lawyer is generally skilled at understanding the comprehensive whole and the tactics of the legal world. Engineers devise out-of-box work around and solutions to solve problems. Military commanders have flexible minds for dealing with rapidly evolving situations. When these inherent talents are then coupled with political and monetary expertize, they collectively provide the possibility of rapidly and successfully addressing domestic and world problems. When these five skills, or hats if you will, are then coupled to a psychological moral compass with innate aggressiveness, domestic and world problems can be addressed civilly and rapidly. When all five skills and two psychological traits are combined in one skull, interfacing there between at light speed, domestic and foreign problems can be addressed and resolved very quickly. Surely, I am a very unusual person, and honestly have not seen such talent in play, as the country and world are conflicted and confronted with many unresolved problems. It has gotten so bad, of late, that duty calls me out of retirement, to serve the country. But how? The 5 skills include Patent Law, Electronic Engineering, Bullion Analyst, Military Commander, and American Politician, with two main psychological straits of Morality and Aggressiveness, combined in one skull, all associating at light speed. Since about 1970, my usual routine is sleep between 9pm and 2am, and work 18 hours a day, seven days a week, and that is how one can put 100 years of professional training and education in one skull. There is no magic here. Its really pretty simple to understand, actually, how someone can be a five hatter, coupled with unusual psychological mix born of faith and sibling rivalry in early childhood.

In looking around, by reading and listening, watching what leaders do, and I am generally unimpressed with the talent in top policy positions, particularly domestically, which would include Presidents, Congressional Leaders, and Supreme Court Justices. I have played with world leaders, and they are really easy. People are easy to understand, generally. There is the problem in the US at the top. The military commanders generally have flexible minds and preform very well especially with all the modern toys and volunteers at their disposal. The problem is not really the administrators, taking their cue from the top policy makers. The congress has many excellent tree choppers, hacking away at various issues, like the southern border fence, or Federal Circuit and District and State Supreme court justices. They are occupied by many very intelligent people. The problem is not really the apparatchiks taking their cue from the administrators, though it was for a long time the missing piece of the puzzle, discussed later herein, with much amusement. The hierarchical political structure is in place, and is functioning.

When religious leaders seeks to enter into the world of politics, they become pseudo political leaders, and enter the problem-solution equations. People have innate devils and angles within themselves, with given backgrounds and cultures. By and large, people are pretty easy to understand. The world geography is relatively set in stone, as tectonic plates move slow. The problems and the thus the solutions are at the very top, in getting the policies correct, and letting those policies work their way through the commanders, administrators, and apparatchiks to the people, given the people innate qualities and their respective backgrounds and cultures. So, the problems is getting it right at the top by individuals who have the right mix of skills and psychologies for the job. Duty Calls, but how can yours really serve? I could be a Supreme Court Justice, but with the totalitarians in firm control, a freedom lower would never be appointed. I could take down the Wall Street Banksters and Greedster, and have devised attack plans. The best use of my talents is being the US President. 

Appraratchiks are typically single skill persons processing information in the first order, and are typically very confused by one with 5 skills, having 2 dominate psychological traits, processing information in the third order. I dont belittle them, just aware that they are easy to manipulate and examine in the mice maze. 

Secret Agent Man

Sparks will fly between a freedom lover and totalitarian apparatchiks, naturally so. Over the last 20 years, sparks did fly from time to time, particularly from 2009 to 2012, when officially retired, but not really, and generally having no fear, when pink panther started serious investigation of the apparatchiks. Knowing where are permissible outer bounds of free speech and thought, investigations were make, and do keep in mind that there has never been any acts of violence, it was all free speech and free thought, and no more. I actively used the governmental totalitarian apparatchiks as mice for my continuing education as educational experiments, to understand who they are, how they think, and where do they get their cues. As long as the apparatchiks were going to work and interface with the people, hands on, as they still do, it was essential that understanding of them be acquired, and was done so, with much fun, I might add. There is much amusement in the stories that will follow. The apparatchiks, of course, generally had no clue that they were being used for my educational learning. But, all you have to do is push the right buttons, and the apparatchiks would respond and fly into operation for my close up educational observations. I tried to provoke responses, by writing online memorandum, in the most vicious terms imaginable, knowing the CIA and FBI were trolling the web sites for so called extremists, but mere writings did not provoke responses, except only one FBI inquiry. I had to get out publicly with extreme rants, and make hysterical phone calls to provoke the desired responses from the government police state apparatchiks, and that worked well, and was allot of fun. Here is a set of real life stories between a freedom lover examining governmental apparatchiks in my personal Mice Maze.

      The Alpha Wolf is gonna get a Big Dish of Apparatchiks

Warren Zevon Werewolves Of London


So, this freedom lover realized that the apparatchiks were everywhere. Yours owned a SW long barrow six shooter and became a crack shot, hitting all six in the bulls eye at 50 feet. I went to the practice range a few times, but kept the gun in the house. I have worked out of the home and garage since 1987, and present nearly 24/7. Nothing happens around my home without my knowledge being a light sleeper with excellent hearing. But having a gun, and being confrontational with the enslaving apparatchiks everywhere was not really a smart thing, as they would use any excuse for any desired purpose. So, the decision was made to surrender the weapon, which presented an opportunity to see how the local police would react. So, I called the local police and provoked them asking if they please come get the weapon. I laid the weapon on the front porch, so that it was in plain sight when they would no doubt appear, and they did very quickly, within five minutes, guns drawn, and under defilade, of course, being cautious. Understand that there were no acts of violence, and only an expressed intention to surrender a weapon. Nonetheless, the police had weapons drawn, true to expected form. The police of course confiscated the weapon as I requested, and then realized there was no danger, and left the premises with the gun.  The object of this learning exercise was completed.

A few years later, another learning experience was conducted on the Mice in the Maze. I tested the court system and requested that the gun be given back and was denied by the court. So, surrendering a weapon to the police, one of their sought after objectives, by someone who voluntarily surrender a weapon, with no acts of violence, with no crimes involved, still was not enough for the court to release the weapon back to me. Both the courts and the police acted in expected form. No crime was committed, and no violence was committed, but only merely free thought and speech acting in accordance with their stated objectives, which is the surrender of weapons to the authorities. The only act was surrendering of a weapon to the authorities, yet still, weapons were drawn on the person with subsequent court denials of requests for return of the surrendered weapon. The totalitarians are essentially cowards, unable to let the people conduct themselves freely.

James Bond 007 License to Kill


This may be a surprise to some, but there are a few people in Laguna Beach that actually smoke Pot. I have lived in town since 1987. So, I know the people who live here, and there is a mix of people, but mostly politically liberal and with a homosexual population. One day, walking along the beach, I met a person, who I had known a long time. He is a Pot smoker, and he invited me to join him, but that is not my style, as in the mid 1990, yours drank beer some time. Generally, I do not approve one bit of people consuming hard drugs or hard alcohol, both of which will rot their minds and destroy them personally, nor does yours approve of legalization of Pot. Is not nicotine, caffeine, and beer enough? But the temptation for some totalitarian observation was just to much to resist.

So, I came along, knowing full well that the police regularly kept an eye on Main Beach, so there was some fun to be had, with close up observation. So, this guy lite up a Pot cigarette with me standing near by, and he just puffs away. And sure enough, true to form, a police officer showed up, and said he smelled Pot, which I am sure he did. We were ordered off the beach, an effective arrest, and then my person was searched without permission. Of course, I had no Pot on me, but was cited anyway for smoking pot on the beach. Then, I went to court and the judge threw the no Pot Pot case out, for lack of any evidence of any crime.

The police of course went a tad overboard on this one, rounding up all those within close distance, showing their inherent bias, but that is not new. Apparently, the police in Laguna Beach have a truce with the Pot smokers. What Pot smokers do in their private homes, the police will not disturb, as they should. They must know that Pot is a sedative, and that Pot smokers are not violent at all, they chill out. But, when Pot smokers smoke pot on Main Beach or in public, it makes the police look bad in the public eye. So, the rule is, in Laguna Beach, smoke your Pot in your homes, and do not traffic or consume Pot in public. That seems reasonable, I suppose, without legalization.

A distant relative of mine operated one of those Pot shops, where his customers apparently get permission slips from Licensed Doctors. I have never been there. So, if you are willing to pay a Doctor an examination fee, you get to buy Pot legally in California. So, in California, there is legalized NARCO racketeering comprises the Hubolt growers, the local Pot smokers, and the Licensed Doctors, and yet, Pot mules and runners are physically rounded up on the Mexican Border. California should be declared incompetent and have a guardian appointed.

Perhaps a reasonable balance would be for cultivation, and trafficking of Pot to remain illegal, but all confiscated Pot would be put on sale by the state, and registered smokers of age and of public record, can procure one ounce every month but only from the state, and such registered smokers would not be prosecuted under prosecutorial discretion for transportation and possession within one hour of procurement from the state and the smokers must consume the state purchased pot in their private residences. The state would get tax money, and non-violent smokers could smoke in their own homes, and pot smoking be kept out of the public without the state legalizing it and thus not encourage consumption. The problem with Pot is that it destroys motivations to achieve, the smokers are aligned to socialists of the nanny-state. 

Reefer Madness


In Laguna Beach is Main Beach, circumscribing the sand, with a board walk between sand and grass, and have many signs posted all over. At the ends of the board walk is a children playground and at the other is a life guard shack. Main beach is regularly spied by the local police in stand off, keeping tabs on the action at main beach which is a special attractant at the city.

The local totalitarians and the police state are omnipresent though mostly out of sight. Two posted signs are absolutely ridiculous. A first sign is posted near the board walk, juxtaposed benches used by patrons who can sit and look at the beautiful sun bathers, sand and ocean which is in plain view and about 40 feet from the bench first sign. The first ridiculous sign is, Warning This Is A Tsunami Area. The second ridiculous sign is, is at the playground, where small children go to play for merry happy time. The second sign shows various ocean creatures each of which entangled in human debris, such as a seal with fishing line around its neck, in obvious death throws, which does not promote the merry happy time. But there are two other signs that are not so ridiculous, prohibiting skate board riding and bicycle riding.

I often took then my 3 and 4 year old boys to main beach for scooter riding and it was a regular special time for the three of us. I have control over them, as they respond to commands not to ride the scooters near the curb edge, to stop at traffic lights, and are very safe on scooters, even when traveling in the down town area. One life guard parks his official vehicle in front of the life guard shack next to the board walk, from which extents a very slight grade cement vehicular ramp for moving this vehicle onto the sand. The boys would get near the official vehicle and launch down the ramp and tumble into the sand. It was fun for them, and completely harmless. A life guard, a totalitarian, comes out and tells me that scooters are not allowed, and should not be playing here. He was wrong, and did not want children near his official vehicle, yet parked the same juxtapose the boardwalk at main beach, assuming the role of a parenting specialist, which he was not, giving orders to a parent on how to raise children. This guy was full of authoritarian control, my favorite kind of guy to observe in live fire action. So I give him some verbal push back and start moving the boys to the other end of the boardwalk to escape this totalitarian official bad self.

At mid point in main beach, I was approached by a volunteer police officer and instructed not to ride the scooters. I responded I was not riding a scooter. One child hit the ground crying apparently because he believed he could not ride the scooter. The police man got out his ticket book, and warned me one last time, to stop riding scooters. I responded I am not riding a scooter and the boys are free to do as they wish. The police man wrote the ticket. Obviously, the life guard called the police man to cite me as a form of police state harassment. I then give the police man some verbal push back with about 300 people within ear shot. I was required to sign the ticket, which I did, and then launched into a political speech about totalitarian harassment. Then, out of no where, 1 plain clothed, 2 more regular policemen, and one sergeant police woman show up, as if by magic. I quickly informed the Sargent that I was nonviolent and making a political speech to the adoring fans in ear shot. The police requested I stop the speech and that ended the confrontation. I then appeal to the city administrator and wrote the local news paper. I hereby Request An Administration Hearing re citation AC-7782

Laguna Beach Police Department, Declaration in Support of Dismissal, I was cited for LBMC 10.02.020(B) skate board riding on walkways, and purportedly refused to stop my 3 year old sons from riding on main street Beach.

I don’t believe I am guilty because: a) I was not riding anything, and a citation against me is unfounded, as the real alleged perpetrators were two toddlers, who were not cited; b) the toddlers of mine were not on a "skate board" understood to be a platform on four wheels, but rather were in possession of 3-wheeled scooters having handle bars connected to a vertical steering column connected to one front wheel for steering, with two back wheels; c) the toddlers of mine were not "riding" anything, but were rather pushing with one foot on the ground while the other foot was on the scooter, like having one knee in a little red wagon, and the other leg outside pushing, having a MAXIMUM SPEED OF 5 miles per hour, e) the toddlers presented no reasonable risk of bodily harm or property damage to anyone, and the application of the law against them is against PUBLIC POLICY, and inherently unreasonable, as, F=MV2 the force impact by a 30pound toddler moving at 5mph is 30(52) or a force of 750#m2/hr2, which simply is insufficient to reasonably cause damage to anyone or anything.

For over one hour I remained in the center of Main Beach, and observed eight different young males, about high-school age, about 125 pounds in body weight, RIDE (with both feet on the platforms) their SKATEBOARDS, at a speed of at least 20mph, providing an F=MV2 of 125(202)=50,000#m2/hr2, which is sufficient to reasonably cause damage to persons or even property.

It was obvious to me and I believe would have been obvious to anyone, that the code in question was selectively enforced by the LBPD against me, in violation of my civil rights. The code in question was selectively enforced by the LBPD against me, and not high-schoolers, as I can afford to pay the citation of which I believe may be an attempt to discriminately collect fines effectively as taxes for the city coffers. The code in question was selectively enforced by the LBPD against me, and not the high-schoolers, because a Lieutenant Life-Guard did not like my boys around the lifeguard building or the lifeguard cars, both of which are positions by or on sidewalks on main beach, and this Lieutenant apparently called the police.

Within 15 minutes, a non-police city-officer issued the citation, who was backed up with a female Sargent, the apparent watch commander, and another officer named John, who all collectively and apparently tried to shut me up, and took exception to my exercise of my free speech rights, in violation of my civil rights. I have lived and own property in Laguna beach for 20 years, have enjoy taking my two little boys to the beach often, in the very late afternoons for ice cream, scooter rides and play at the beach, and have never heard one complaint from anyone, except the Lieutenant Lifeguard. I declare under penalty of perjury. DMR

Comment: Have you people lost your freaking minds? Don’t you people understand the concept of prosecutory discretion? I can understand that the Lieutenant lifeguard may not like little kids near "his" lifeguard official public vehicles or near "his" HQ public building, but, when you place such right there on main beach, in pedestrian walkways, what else do you expect? Little kids are little kids, and are not monotones that are subject to absolute control-freak lieutenants or their supporting police buddies, and I am not one to simply walk away from an absurd and vindictive prosecution for the harmless acts of three year olds." I had to appear at an administrative hearing in town, with the administrator, a city attorney, and a city clerk, all present at tax payer expense, to get the ticket vacated, as it should, because no law was violated, but it shows the harassing use of the system to abuse the freedom of 3 and 4 years olds and supervising parents.


So it was about 1995, I think, and I am in a Newport Beach Dance Club, but was never really a drinker. Mostly it was pretend to be cool, I guess. Three beers and I'm done, totally, and of course with the DUI laws, only one beer an hour. It was about midnight, and time to go home. I was then driving a corvette, as the chicks seem to like it, and I knew how to drive it, and fast if I wanted. The dance club to home was about 20 minutes, and knew that alcohol absorption into the blood stream would take about 30 to 40 minutes, so decided to have some fun. So, I slammed a Kamikaze, and race to the car, then at valet parking. I knew it takes no time to get the car, as the dance club was small with up front valet parking. So, I jumped into the muscle machine, hot dogging it down PCH, and up Broadway street in Laguna Beach. At one red light, a police car apparently saw me hit it coming out of the red light on Forrest Avenue, as the PD is only one block away. So, I was in Laguna canyon, on curving roads, negotiating easily Big Bend, obviously driving fine, with skill, with absolutely no risk to persons or property. But, the police car caught up with me and pulled me over, speeding was the probable cause, I guess or just checking me out.

So the police asks of course, if I had been drinking? The smell of alcohol could still be on my breath, I suppose, and gave the dodge answer. The policeman ask me to do a field sobriety test. My blood pressure is low, and sometimes, just standing up fast can lead to a fall down, just genetics I suppose. So I refused a field sobriety test. The policeman asked for a breath test, but I figured it would be a false reading, so I refuse that. The policeman then insisted on a blood test, the last option, and I figure I was safe on that, so it was accepted. The problem was that it took 30 minutes to get to a hospital to pull blood to check the blood alcohol level, as in California then, probably still do, have prescribe alcohol blood levels. By the time the blood was drawn, some 40 minutes after the Kamikaze shot, the blood reading was just barely over limit, and I got cited for statutory DUI.

I, of course, had a low alcohol level at the actual time of driving. It was simply impossible for the alcohol to be absorbed at the time of driving, so I plead not guilty and got a lawyer, and the court contest was on. I love new experiences and this court case allowed me to observe the police state in action in live fire. The lawyer required I go have a test taken. So I went for tests. I was given shots of pure alcohol, kind of like rubbing alcohol, and then had to drive through an obstacle course, to determine my responses to alcohol. The rubbing alcohol had its affects, I guess. But in the court trial for statutory DUI, I lost the case, and I was convicted for statutory DUI. I felt the conviction was wrong, but that is the system. I had to pay the lawyer, as the lawyers always win in court contests, but also had to pay a fine to the court and I had to go to AA meetings.

The AA meetings were fun, actually. I got to pray with real alcoholics. I enjoyed the praying with them allot, but was kind of annoyed with being called an alcoholic. So, to prove them wrong, as is my want, I decided to go one year without any alcohol, to prove mind over any temptation. Sure enough, one year goes by without a drink. During that time, I learn to love only eating vegetables, and I lost all taste for beer. I don’t drink at all these days but will have a polite drink at special occasions, at weddings and such like.

The system was unfair, but I suppose that drunks drivers do cause much injury and damage, and the police and lawmakers are on the hunt and focused on them, and in police sweeps, as they will go over board. So, I bought a limousine, and hired a driver, and did not drive a car for about a decade. The limousine was good because I could work in the limousine during transit to work locations, and thus, it actually increased income more than the cost of the car.

Gino Vanelli Black Cars

This is my 21 year-old dilapidated 1994 Chevy that I drive. Sure its ugly, needs 20 minutes to warm up, runs on 5 cylinders, upholstery all torn up, paint coming off, but its special to me, because it proudly bares a Libertarian Party bumper sticker. 


So, it was about 2010, out of the employment for dollars unwilling to live under the whip of the IRS, and I go into a Wells Fargo bank, downtown Laguna Beach, having accounts there for two decades, and I had some cash on me, and wanted to put my cash into my account. That is right, I was merely depositing legal tender FRN cash into my account, not looking for any trouble. I give the teller a stack of cash, and ask it be deposited into my account. No big deal, right? This teller proceeds to tell me that there is a five dollar fee for depositing cash. I of course tell the teller that is ridiculous, but she insisted. I called for the manager of course, and the manager persisted. I then launch into a public speech, as I am kind that way, right there in the bank, informing the other customers of this new brand of highway robbery. The police were called, and they showed up, guns at the ready, of course, but I was done with my rant. Wells Fargo waived the fee and I deposited the cash. I left the bank civilly. Later, I closed my accounts, and finished any further business with Wells Fargo. Apparently, Wells Fargo no longer charges a fee for depositing cash, so I guess, public negative feedback, in their face, free speech ranting, saved allot of other people that ridiculous fee. You are all welcomed, as I'm glad to be of public service.


A lady down the street owns two houses in the track, one she occupies, the other she rents. She rented her extra house to a dead beat who, immediately after moving in, complained about utilities and refused to pay rent. The lady was upset and told me the story, and how she now has to hire a member of that most despicable profession for an unlawful detainer action to evict the dead beat renter. I said not to worry, I will handle it for you. I go on the sidewalk in front of the house and start a loud rant, talking about dead beat renters using the system to defraud home owners out of rent, a common theme these days. I scared them. The police were called, as I was over joyed, another live mice experiment. The police first falsely accused me of going on their property, but indicated I was in on the side walk, so no trespass. Then the police accused me of yelling loudly. I responded I was singing a morning tune. The policeman said, "oh, is that what you call it". Too funny. The police indicated the speech was confrontational. I indicated it was merely free speech on a public street. The police left. The renter moved out within 30 days. Problem solved. I am nice that way.

Next, I wanted to get some police action, for allegedly disturbing the peace. I tried several times to get some action, but no go. The neighbors are cowards, I guess. About six times I tried, but no luck. I would go out into the middle of the street, by myself, and start ranting at government and totalitarian control, hoping someone would call the police. It did not work, the neighbors just hid behind closed doors. Its much easier to push apparatchik buttons than civilians not wanting to get involved, a sign of the times.


It was about 2004, and in track of homes, each house has a garage driveway and so each house can park two cars, and the wife and I park in the driveway all the times. The houses are laid out in a circle, and in the circle center are pin wheel guest parking.

So, a guest comes over, and I park in the pin wheel, so my quest can park in the driveway. The HOA hired a parking enforcement squad that cruises in dark AM hours. They towed my car park in the pin wheel because I did not call them ahead of time. The tow cost me 200$ to get my car out of impound plus a half a day spent doing so. I go to the HOA board and tell them that they should get the license plates numbers of all the home owners, and if some home owner takes to much advantage of the guest parking, then the association can fine the home owner. The home owners and their houses are not going any where, so the HOA can enforce excessive pin wheel parking, without making the home owners jump through hoops and make phone calls to the parking enforcement squad. This way, parking is enforced, without hoops. Its simple and efficient. The HOA did not take my kind suggestion.

At that time, housing was moving up fast, and many house flippers operated in the residential track. I have lived in my house as a resident in a residential home and don’t use it for flipping it trying to make a fast buck. I have no respect for house flippers. I have no respect for totalitarians on the home owners association board as well, with their stupid ridiculous totalitarian rules. These people must be democrats.

I come home around 6pm and a plumber truck is parked in the drive way, so I parked in front of the house, completely out of anyone's path of travel, no harm no foul, figuring the plumber would be done soon, and I could then park in the driveway. The plumber leaves, when I was working in the garage as usual. About 3am, the association parking enforcers towed my car, parked right in front of my house, not 15 feet from the front door, and not 20 feet from where I was working at the time. I did not hear them, focused as usual. No courtesy whatsoever was displayed. No knock on the door. I spent another $200 to get the car out of impound and lost another half day of work.

So, the fence around the house needed painting. I arranged to have it whitewash painted again in a couple of days, but figure, lets have some fun. So, I called a relative, an expert tagger, art student, and invited down to the house to stay a few days. I procured paint spray cans for him and he showed up. In the very early morning, he tags the fence. In the morning, the police knock at my door with the fence so tagged. Police said he has some news. I immediately got into the spirit of things, and put on a long sad dog face. LOL! We walked around to look at the fence, and the police officer asked if I would like to fill out a complaint, and told him, I kind of like it, actually. The police officer left.

Then, an HOA board member shows up. Apparently, a house flipper was having an open house and complained to the HOA that very morning. The board member was very anxious, and asked if she could tape tan cover paper over the attractive tags, and I, having sympathy for this totalitarian, said OK, and the tags were covered but only for the afternoon. A few days later, each day a joy, a painter whitewashed the fence back to solid white. Moral of the story, never pass up an opportunity to have fun playing with stupid control-freak totalitarians in control of every aspect of your life, less you submit, coward, and humiliate yourself in so doing. The tagged fence lasted a couple of days, but it was fun exercising free speech. Revenge on the HOA board, is best served Ice Cold. 


After the IRS came at me in about 2006, with ridiculous findings, I decided to walk away from the whole employment situation, as it dont pay to work, subject to the income tax enslaving game, and gave away the limousine, and gave up working for money, preferring to keep my 1994 Chevy for local transport, and live poor rather than be enslaved by the IRS. When the IRS asserted that my 200K$ computer kept in the garage office, as I have worked out of the home for 24 years, was my personal computer and not entitled to a deduction, and after paying tax lawyers an amount equal to the tax bill, I walked away from making money, paying IRS taxes, and would rather live poor than enslaved by totalitarians as a tax mule.

Livin On A Prayer Bon Jovi

VP Biden is such a clown and true totalitarian, suggesting it is patriotic to pay taxes and the Christian thing to do. Threat of imprisonment as the inducement to pay taxes is not being patriotic, but compliant, as government does violence upon freedoms and liberties. Christ never preached salvation through paying collectivized taxes or voting for totalitarian socialistic fascists. Biden is simply ridiculous. Heads up Joe, some people would rather live poor, and not work at all, and live with dignity, than become a tax mule so that government can take and give to enslave others as state dependents, our countrymen.

The US taxes on gold and silver money in the US, and contrary to the US Constitution, is used to protect the FRN from collapse, as the alternative money of choice by the freedom loving people. The totalitarian use the FRN instead to enslave the people. The totalitarian need IRS income taxes to create an artificial demand for FRNs, and need the FED to print as much as needed to support the federal welfare state, and the totalitarian political lock up by the two major parties, thus and thereby, enslaving 99% of the people to government at tax mules or state dependents, whilst locking up the political power in the two main political parties.

I have been making free speech rants and posting rather vicerous memos on line. The FBI became concerned, as anyone exhibiting free speech these days are considered "Extremists". I was asked if I had any plans to assassinate anyone. My response was "No, not at this time". One should always have fun. The FBI has since, left me alone, as they should, probably knowing I am no real threat to persons or property. I took the wife's car to dealer service, on a recall to get the car registered again at the DMV, and I sat next to a police officer while waiting. While sitting, I relayed the FBI story to the police officer, and then ask him the question, "Do you know what I said", and the police officer goes "Why, do you have someone in mind". Way funny!

On person must have over heard me, talking about politics to get a person to say that they would vote for me. The county Sheriffs showed up. An officer asked me questions, and I freely answered them all. I could tell the officer was confused trying to figure me out. But when my speech was centered in Freedom and founding father principles, it was a head trip for this officer, charged with keeping the peace. He could not tell if I was a real threat, or just a politically minded citizen with "radical" reactionary views toward reinserting founding fathers' principles and US Constitutional liberties. After about a 45 minute discussion, the officer left, probably figuring I was no real threat to persons or property, just exercising free speech advocating changes based upon sound historical American values.

I was successful in getting the IRS attention and provoking federal police state activation, with a phone rant, pushing buttons as best able, after which, four police vehicles, with officers dressed in body armor, and carrying assault rifles came a calling at the house, for a little chat with me. This was so perfect, the federal police finally showed up in force, assault rifles pointed at my head.

There was one dominate federal policeman who bore the burnt of the political rant. The local policeman was there as well, who was defending me, as there had been no actual violence, just a local exercising political free speech. The discussion with the federal policeman turned on the TX man who flew his plane into an IRS building, I remarking that his last words were probably "Give me liberty or give me death". The federal police man ask about the collateral death. That made me pause, as collateral deaths are a tragedy, of course. But, the question remains, who is really at fault, the guy who snapped no longer wanting to be a tax mule for the totalitarians in DC, or the IRS thugs squeezing people until weaker minds actually do snap under relentless continuous pressure? The discussion ended with the federal police officer saying that I was going to be put on a list of "Extremists", preaching liberty and freedom from government and founding father's principles and strict construction of the US Constitution. But that was the end of it, and so, I am a marked card by the totalitarians in control, an extremist, by modern standards, I suppose.

There was a scandal over the IRS targeting political enemies of the administration. Well, all the people in certain Zip codes are audited every year, as part of the IRS assaults regularly taking place each year. It needs to end, the thuggery, the spying, the witch hunts, the political assaults of the IRS, and change the tax base from an income tax to a national pay-and-forget consumption sales tax, and get the IRS foul play and thuggery out of people lives, so people can live in freedom, as well as promoting real green peace.


So, the two boys watched the Lord of Rings, and there was this character called Gollum. Gollum was a true schizophrenic. He had two completely different personalities, one of greed and the other of charity, the inherent duality of man. But that was his problem. These two personalities appeared in staggered time exclusivity, two flip flops switching, one was on while the other was off. Certain excitation would cause the flip. His brain had two separate and distinct wired nets, invoking respective personalities, though both were connected to a common fact box. Gollum's brain was switched between these two personalities, and that is what characterized him as sick, crazy, that is schizophrenic, as the author attempts to portray man as such.

It was very easy to push the buttons, to get the police state mobilized, even though again the words used were "thinking", and expressing it, as any freedom lover, old glory waiver, real money believer would, all now characterized as "Extremist". The local police were utterly confused and came to visit me. Yours presented a perplexing case. First, I was taken to a hospital and blood was drawn, to see if I was on drugs. That came up negative of course. Then, not knowing what to do, off to a county mental ward. I have five intellectual skills and two psychological traits, Patent Lawyer, Electronic Engineer, Bullion Analyst, Political Analyst, Military Commander, Alpha Wolf, and Spiritualist, all seven associating concurrently and capable of spewing out seven different parlance languages at will, ostensibly talking in tongues to the uninformed.

During intake, certain investigations were done, and I saw them, containing many falsehoods, as someone was biased for justifications, as someone had an agenda. There is reason why an incompetent clinic nurse would have no clue. "He thinks he is running for president", though no google search was done and the important question was never asked "What do you think are your chances of Winning". By the by, in 2012 election, 100 people who talked to me said they would vote for me, and that was 100% of everyone who had the time to listen for about 20 minutes. 100% is a pretty good batting average, though only came up short by about 50,000,000. Must be electioneering lock up by a bunch of totalitarians offering the MOPEd people really no choice at all. But, by and large, the intake was false, and the nurse incompetent, but what to you expect from confused unidimensional apparatchiks

Then the Psychologist takes over, and its right out of the 1960s laugh in, no doubt, very interesting, would you like some medication, which was actually pretty stupid, as when trying to understand a mind. Drugs are not taken at all, and this so called doctor also had absolutely no clue. A Writ of Mandamus was necessary, as the police state worked its processing. But I actually enjoyed the experience of first hand seeing inside a mental ward. Half were simply downtrodden, down on luck, 30% with some emotional problems, probably short term, and another 20% were really sick. Those capable, would join me prayer, as that seemed the best I could do at the time. But sure, it was an experience and an experiment. The mental ward apparatchiks failed miserably. The police did what was expected as perceived mental problems is not really their field. An administrator would not touch the case, probably confused and played it safe, relying on a false intake, biased nurses, and a stupid doctor, resulting in the Writ of Mandamus, which did work well.

In general, sick minds can not be judged by what is said, but by an inability to switch personalities at will. There is the clue. If one can turned it on and off at will, odds are one is not crazy, even if called repeatedly so by the uniformed. You would think that most psychologists would get that. Apparently not.

I am no longer interested, the study is done, putting the apparatchik under my micro scope, to see what they are really all about. It was not that difficult, just push their buttons, and they would fly, easily manipulated, and you can observe those mostly very normal unidimensional one-sigma humans public-employed in real action, up close, to figure them out, and how they really think and work. Most can read books on theory of how political systems work, and that is nice, but to really get a feel for it, live action fire is best, using real people, doing their thing. The conclusions are that they are mostly unidimentional public workers, following cues from administrators, and are basically trying to do a good job as they think they are suppose to do. They are not evil, as they believe what they do is the right thing.

One local police officer was starting to get it, the manipulation that is. There were no acts of violence. I always talked in terms of what I was thinking, though the words pushed the right buttons to get a response. Years have gone by but without any violent incidences. I suspect he concluded that I was actually harmless. He actually started defending me in front of other apparatchiks, and so, he kind of ruined the fun. But by then, enough observation had been had, so the game was over, the experiments concluded. It is surprising when one of the apparatchiks actually thinks outside the box, a rarity. So, the experimental period is over, and I learned how the apparatchik generally think and work, which was the intended objective. Now that the missing piece of the political hierarchy is well understood, through live fire mice examinations and experimentation, its time to move on and for solving the big problems facing the country, if it then be solved before economic collapse, civil war, total anarchy, or a Stalinesq totalitarian police state, in the land of the supposed free and brave.

Very Interesting But Also Stupid


A neighbor of mine, a very nice guy, engages in political discussions of the time with me and is a deputy policeman at a local jail house working graveyard. He is a concerned individual, a real nice guy. I know his routine and he walks is dog mid day during the work week. I am at home nearly all the time with two young boys. I take my boys scootering all the time, and they learn to follow instructions, such as not riding near the curb, as they might fall into the street. So I know how much I can control them. Between his house and mine is a pin wheel with parking slots and a middle grass area, around which cars must drive, to exit the track, and they do so, very carefully. So I seek to understand the people working for social services. So here comes the set up.

My youngest boy is playing in the grass area. Its time for the deputy to appear. I order the boy to stay only in the grass area, and I go into my garage about 25 feet away. Out comes the deputy and see the boy alone and calls social services, being concerned. He does not know I know he called to this day, and that is ok. I later go get the boy, no harm no foul.

So, social services sent over an investigator, as expected. I got loud and in the guys face. The police were called. The police officer indicated they are just doing their job of investigating a report. Fair enough. One police officer later remarks that if parents did a good job, we would not need social services. I think that many cases may deserves their attention, but general terrorizing of parents is unreasonable by the totalitarians.

A few days went by, and another investigator came by, who was literally chased from my front yard, and she quickly got in her car. I telephoned the SS, ranting, but that had no result. Apparently they gave up, figured I was one parent over which they had no control, and the two boys are doing super. I suspect they contacted the elementary school and dropped the case.

But the alarming news is that medical doctors are in fact spies for the SS. After being thrown in a mental ward for a nice educational field trip, I went to see a private psychiatrist, to see what they do. This doctor indicated that yours flips between hilarity and confrontation suggesting a bipolar condition, whatever that is. This doctor indicated if I took drugs for the condition, I could apply for disability and get money from government. His observation of flipping between hilarity and confrontation sounds correct, but that comes from light speed associations across many skills and the confrontation come from personal bravery and objections to the totalitarian controls and the oppression of government apparatchiks. I was not sick and would not shame myself taking any money from government. But, I learned that private medical doctors, if you pay the fees, of course, would game the system. Applications for federal disability payments are off the charts. It is obvious why that is. Doctors and Lawyers and the People game the enslavement system. The licensed professionals, Doctors and Lawyers, are the instigators, never wanting to miss a buck for their hard work in the totalitarian governmental complex with the people MOPEd into believing that the federal government is there for the main purpose of being gamed. That has to stop. States can set up any amount of socialism and welfare they choose under a republic of states. State licensed professionals can game the state welfare complex, but it has no business at the federal level. It is simply immoral to take by government force, from one man in one state and give to another man in another state, generating all kinds of societal moral hazards and resentment.

I regularly take my boys to a park, to play and recreate. It is a fine park. In the parking lot, is a handicap parking slot. There was a sign, handicap parking only, juxtapose the tennis courts, and that parking slot. I had noticed that the sign was bent over, about 70 degrees off the horizontal. Apparently, some handicap driver backed up to much, hit the sign post, and bent it. Though you could still see the sign readings, it stood in disrepair. Curiously, and very regrettably and disturbing, no one seems to have been interested in replacing it, back to the vertical. The attractive nuisance had been left in place. I took the boys to the park. Upon leaving, boy 9yo was walking on the grass, and boy 7yo along the sidewalk, between which was the bent sign. I was just ahead of them walking to my car. Boy 7yo saw the damaged sign, and decided to give it, and no other structure in the park, a good kick. I was looking back at the time, to check that they were following. I saw the young boy kick the sign, and to my absolute horror, the sign post broke at the point of the bend, and struck older boy on top of the head. The older boy broke out into death cries, his feet pounding the ground in unbearable pain. Upon reaching the older boy, to my horror, I saw a pool of blood forming on the top of his head. My brother RIP and cousin RIP both suffered brain damage from minor bumps on the heads as small children. Time is of the essence, brain damage is possible within 6 minutes. I flew into panic, of course, threw the boys in the car, and must have ran every single traffic light between the park and the hospital, dodging cross-traffic cars, my horn blaring all the way. The older boy was screaming in pain the whole time, while younger, was quiet, riddle in guilt, and in tears.

The doctor said it was a cut on the scalp which has a tendency to bleed allot, and hence the massive pool of blood, was not deep and required no stitches. Older boy has suffered no long term disabilities, thank God. But what was amazing was that the whole time, the doctor kept asking how did it happen. I mean why would a doctor be so focused on HOW it happened, rather than focusing on the injury.. The only possible conclusion is that he is an undercover SS spy, medical confidentiality is a thing of the past.

The Pink Panther


The boys where about 4 and 6, I think, and I bought them a pet chicken. I eventually built a pen in the back yard to house the bird from local predators. The bird was used to teach the boys love and care of animals. I personally spent allot of time with this bird in the presence of the two boys. The boys would at times treat the bird rough, whereas I always gave this bird love. The bird grew from a tiny yellow chick into a great proud big white with black spots bird. The chicken loved me. It would actually run to me to sit on my lap in the middle of the yard. Of course, I continued to educate the boys, telling them all the time how to care for an animal with love, and specifically warned the boys time and again that the beek is the strike weapon of the bird, and ordered the boys many times not to get their faces within striking range of the beek. But, the boys wanted to cuddle the bird in their arms, and so that warning was mostly in vain.

One day, the 4 year old was mishandling the bird and the bird pecked the boy in one eye. I ran quickly over, and inspected the eye. The cornea was not struck, but the white corner of the eye was. It did not seems serious at all, a little red in the white corner like from coughing to much at night. But, infection could be a prospective problem, and so I took the boy to the doctor, and he started asking many questions about how it happened. That was a red flag to me. I of course told the doctor, who took a close up examination of the eye and prescribed some pills, antibiotics, I think.

But what was remarkable about this doctor visit was that the doctor in no uncertain terms, ordered me to get rid of the bird, a cherished loved pet. I was taken back. When do doctor order patients around? The doctor told me straight out, if you do not get rid of that bird, I will call social services, you know the dreaded Nazis telling parents how to raise their children. Surely, where extreme abuse is had, state social services can lend a helping hand. The boys were going back to school, so, with an advertizement, gave the bird away, and have ever since felt a sense of betrayal to that loved pet.


USA Family Law IS Messed Up. Family law is all screwed up California, another clear example of legal corruption in our system, but this time it goes right at the heart of the family. The only legitimate state interest is for parents to provide for their children, and as such, support can be determined by average child living expenses, and thus, the only state legitimate interest is simply assigning, in most cases, a fixed amounts for each child and be done with it, whatever amount that is, and therein lies the problem. First, child support based on income is commie pinko stuff and is determined by ones income, and secondly, the court actually looks at income, which has nothing whatsoever to do with that legitimate state interest and that fixed average need of children, and hence, the fight is mostly over incomes, and the sharks feed on that fight. Why should bobby be treated any different than billy, one awarded more than the other, to the pecuniary interest of blood thirsty sharks, under self interest ethical rules and laws written by sharks, to feed more sharks and that most despicable profession, as children are thrown head long into the shark pools? Of course, the system is screwed up, and so, parents fight over incomes for child support, and sharks like a good fight, more in shark pocket money, and not so much over kids, and those fights do terrible damage to parent child relationships, while the sharks feed, gloriously on the corpus of our children, financial ruining both parents to the extent they have anything left after the sharks get done with them, as the sharks promote self-centered commie pinko stuff here in California, under self-centered ethical rules and laws written by sharks, of course. Its sick.

My second boy is a living tragedy, primary because of the way the totalitarians in control operate to suppress the people and their children. Here is the story. First, I help get the ex-spouse admitted to law school, helping with admissions and paying tuition, of course, but, the first thing she is taught, is that, law degrees earned while married are community property in the State of California, and the husband may own half the law degree, and thus, the divorce rate of first year law students is very high. No wonder, and mine then was no exception. However, there was an infant involved, but that was apparently of no major concern for her, money and bar license were. She was awarded custody, despite I having a first son who was regularly flown by me at my expense, to see his mother regardless of where she was partying at the time, or what she was doing, now dead. But the prospect of high child support payments and a separate property owned law degree, I guess were just to much a high priority for the ex-spouse, so there was a need to battle it out in divorce court, I guess, and of course, to lawyers pecuniary gain, as always.

So, I go to the District Attorney and ask that child support be taken from my checking account, but that was just to easy and reasonable, which apparently is the wrong play for the lawyers. Mind you, I had lived in California my entire life, in the same home for decades, and a licensed attorney for decades, and I was not going anywhere, and clearly subject to court's jurisdiction and sanctions for enforcement. But apparently automatic child support withdrawals were not in the best interest of the child. Further still, 20K$ was ordered to be put into a court block saving account as security, but for what? Instead, the contract employment was garnished by the state, apparently because automatic withdrawals were to easy. Of course, merely ordering reasonable visitations was apparently again not in the best interest of the child. The child visitations order was a book, no doubt very expensive to draft and file, for the lawyers gain, and was not in the best interest of the child, of course. That visitation order listed every visitation day, when, and for how long, for years to come, as if I was even going to consider years of mandatory precision totalitarian scheduling from a bunch of clowns, and it was not in the best interest of the child, of course. I guess two adults are now not capable of being simply reasonable. Lets not forget that as the child approaches 12 years old, custody can be switched, and hence, the lost of child support paid to the custodial parent. If visitations are going to be a continuing torture and pain with another parent trying to hang on to child support money at all costs, why willingly engage in that, in a life of torture and fights and pain, as its all about money anyway, for the lawyers' pecuniary gain, the children be damned, of course.

The ex-spouse quickly substituted in as her own attorney. I was not ordered to pay child support, but my Contract Employer was under the garnishment order. So for ten years, invoices were submitted and then paid, but not on a regular monthly or weekly schedule to the day, giving the ex-spouse purported good cause to call and harass my sole contractor, for a decade, while I lived with that indignity. She was warned that if she keeps up the phone calls and harassment of my only Contract Employer, I could lose my job and she would get no further child support payments. She persisted. In 2009, fed up, after a decade, I retired and now she gets nothing. The 20K$ block account has lost 50% of its purchasing power over that decade, and to this day, that money just sits wasting away, while support payments are not paid. The child has not been seen his father in ten years, as she wants me to stay away for the money. And over this ten year period, not once did the ex-spouse and mother call to offer child visitations to yours, the father.

The court rulings were one sided, her lawyer did a bang up job, but it was the child that mostly lost. There is at least one uncastrated father still left in the State of California who will not coward under Ramsey's whip for the sole purpose of seeing his child in a bubble under unreasonable state totalitarianism. Dignity, self respect, and principles are above totalitarian rule. When the state comes down on parents in a brutal and ruthless way, at the urging of lawyers, for their pecuniary gain, the courts do much damage to parent-children relationships, and it is pervasive. Sure, it is a tragedy, as the child has not seen it father since the child was three, now approaching majority. Yours of course appealed the rulings, and the child lost.

So, Child visitations were effectively lost early on and now child support has been effectively lost, because it is in the best interest of the lawyers. And what is comical, is that family law lawyers actually teach continuing educational ethics classes. These totalitarians will not stop trying control the people and will not stop trying to feed the lawyers, operating in self-centeredness as the rights of the clients have to be protected as all costs as lawyers are the real root of the problem, because it is never really in the best interest of the children, but in the best interest of the lawyers. 

After four years of trying to give the ex spouse 20K$ through the SS, and I had to actually file a court motion to release funds to her, but all in the court room were on the government pay roll, so  there ya go, they like make work. It goes beyond ridiculous. 


So, its summer time, and boys 8 and 10 are taken to the community pool MTWT for swimming lessons, after which, they have the option to body surf. There is a girl that guards the entrance. She relayed a story of her and another standing in a pharmacy line. The other exclaimed, THANK YOU OBAMA CARE, getting free dope, but she had to pay, of course, and she was angry while the other joyful, under equal protection of the laws, of course, in totalitarian USA. My best guess is that she is a tax mule and the other is a state dependent, both enslaved by government. Lets all hope civil war does not break out in the pharmacy line. All social programs at the federal level must be abolished, and let each state decide for themselves the amount of social services, providing competition in the welfare states, for cost effective safety nets, competing for the nonproductive, while eliminating at the federal level, TAX and SPEND, TAKE and GIVE, INFLATE and ROB, INCENTIVIZE and CONTROL, SOCIALIZE and CORRUPT, and restoring the REPUBLIC for which the US flag should stand.


Corruption of National Socialism flows into and becomes Totalitarian Fascism. DHS is armed to the teeth, look out for a show down on main street with the 2nd amendment freedom loving gun totters. Riots and protests are breaking out across the country. If Totalitarian Socialistic Fascism of the evil empire in DC is not stopped, the country will evolve into Nazi style total lock down in Totalitarian Fascism, as the Senate renders unto the Wall Street bought President dictatorial marshal law. 

     National Socialism devolves into Totalitarian Fascism.

Triumph Of The Will

  Only thing missing, are Red and Blue Convention Balloons

National Socialist Convention

Elementary School Totalitarianism

Last year I took the boys down to a creek to fish for crayfish. They had little sticks, string, and pieces of hot dogs as bait. Easy, enough, they just dropped the bait into the creek, the crayfish would grab the bait, and the boys would lift the crayfish out of the creek. They caught a dozen of the creatures. So, next day, the boys are off to school, and I send emails to the teachers, saying I would be down, for a five minute show and tell to the other kids in the boys two respective classrooms, to show live creatures for education and fun. The 3rd teacher, indicated no problem, come on down, and my youngest boy showed the other kids the live crayfish. The 5th teacher was absents for the day and I received no return email. The substitute teacher indicated by email that the regular teacher was absent, and that she was not authorized to allow the 5 minute show and tell. I send the principle an email, complaining, and a meeting was had with the principle. Of course, the response was "we have our rules". That is the problem. These totalitarians, be they at the school or in government, are constantly making "rules", but for whom? Next day, I took the boys back to the creek and released the crayfish, always teaching ecology and concern for all creatures and the planet. 

Middle School Totalitarianism

My oldest son is in 6th grade and a straight A student. Public school is a little slow for him, he is approaching utter boredom. He decided he wanted to take 7th grade math, algebra I, during the summer, and start algebra II next year, advancing one year in math. I of course would provide him any needed lectures, to assist him, if its needed, but doubt that it would be. So, I go down to the middle school to speak with his councilor.  This councilor indicated that district school rules prohibit summer education and that he could not take a test come his eight grade. These totalitarians will make up any rule to hold kids back. I of course gave her a piece of my mind. I went to the school district office, and stated the situation. Though I was promised a return communication, I never received one. The teachers and administrators of California school system have their heads where the sun dont shine. They build walls of rules to make their lives easier, the children be damned, but that is the nature of government employees and totalitarians in charge. 

Stick it up your Bunny Hole

So, my brother came by two weeks back, and I flip him a couple hundred, to build the "bunny hole", one horizontal piece of wood, with two much smaller in length, side ends, with respective holes, the piece of wood being disposed between a retaining wall and a brick bin, so that therein, it remains cool for the bunnies, with access to the backyard lawn, when they choose, yet provides a safe haven for the bunnies, at night, when the coyotes cruise. Thereafter, I bought 2 bunnies. My boys 3 and 4 just love terrorizing them, but the bunnies need training to get to the bunnies to make the fast, exit stage left, into the bunny hole, and SAFE, at night when the coyotes cruise. So, I let the boys "run wild". So, next, my buddy had a bunch of gheney pigs, and gave me five, live bait for the backyard, to test the bunny hole, and sure enough, within two days, all five gheney pigs were gone, and ONE bunny, as well, which did not learn so quick from the backyard human terrorists. However, the other one "Floppy", a black/white lop, survived a whole week. SUCCESS!!!

That, my friends, is success, "Floppy" is doing just fine, but was now a lone female, so now we have "groovy", a term like, "boss", "cool" originating in the mid-late 60s. Groovy, however goes back to the 50s. Initially, Floppy was pissed, territoriality exploded, and she just chased the johnnie come lately male gray straight eared bunny, around and around, but seems to have settled down, as they are kissing cousins, now.

The boys are out this day, in the yard, chasing Groovy around the backyard, grabbing, throwing, and just causing the newly arrived, much fear, but, Groovy is learning fast, at the first sound, he makes a rocket shot to the bunny hole, a skill necessary to survive the AM prowling coyotes. So, please my friends, pray Groovy (M) and Floppy (F), that they may survive, and have a long life together, with many  little bunnies, who will be sacrificed in part to the coyote gods, in due course. Its only fair and natural, you know, predators have to eat!!!

Before I went to a commercial pet store to buy Groovy, however, I stopped at the local animal shelter to see if I could get some FREEBIES. No way, Jose, they want cash on the barrow for the abandoned bunnies, and they had many of them. The web page said that all family members must be present to acquire "adopt" a pet from the shelter. HHmmmm I thought, that is kinda weird, but ok, we all four went down. But, it aint no acquisition purchase, it is actually, a rigorous, adoption service. NO JOKE!!!

So, I am in a socialistic institutions, (tax funded) looking for bunnies, (those cute little things) and see many of them, the boys crying, I want that one, and that one and that one, etc, kinda like impotent Americans at a Russian orphanage. Apparently, the shelter workers (no doubt hard-core animal rights activists) take a very personal interest of their charges. A short, thin, blonde comes out in her official garb. I said, I would like at least one Male, for Floppy our only female bunny, maybe as many as five bunnies. She starts off with, well, before you buy, you have to bring Floppy in to make sure they get along. I said, this aint a dating service, is it? I though, ut-oh, to myself. She then asks, if I live in an apartment, and if so, I will need a copy of the lease agreement to make sure it would be ok to have a pet. I said I live in a house, mine. I thought, hhmmm, a Peta-vile freak, no doubt with a can of fur paint, ready at all times, strapped to the hip, and a sure shot. She then says, that the bunnies must live IN-DOORS. WHAT??? I asked, do they have to have their own room? If they have little ones, do I have to re-paint the nursery? She says, there are predators out there. I said, yeah, I know, and I devised a plan to defeat the coyotes. She goes, there are hawks as well, and if the bunny is in the back yard, the bunnies must be supervised at all times. I said in 20 years, I have seen one hawk on my property. I also have had one gopher shake. She said, you see, the bunnies must remain in doors. I asked, do I have to hire a bunny sitter, when out with the family? She goes, we have our rules. She then asked, now get this, would you like to fill out an application? I said I have a job. She said, you have to fill out an application for review to see if it is permitted for you to have one of our (30 or so) bunnies. I said, I like rabbit, but have no plans on frying my own. Our bunnies are pets, not predator feed. My eyes are rolling!!! They are freaking rabbits!!!! They have been predator feed for 20 million years. On the floor!! My Russian wife was astounded, I thought it funny, and looking back, very predicable. These people are simply NUTS, their minds on their extended family members. Also, even the commercial pet stores have workers deeply concerned about "predator feed", and one even said last year, that they would not sell me anymore bunnies, if the coyotes are still taking them.

But, now there is the boy-bunny game. The boys observe the bunnies from inside the house, and when they see the bunnies in the middle of the yard, the boys open the back door and launch a sprint to the bunny hole, to put a door at the entrance, a piece of small wood to block the front hole, Its a RACE, and funnier than heck, actually. If the boys win the race, they then put a brick blocking the back hole entrance, and the bunnies are trapped in the backyard, with no where to escape the terrorists. Its just a matter of time before the bunny stop running, and are caught by the terrorists, after which, papa schools them on loving, petting, and feeding, and that is darling, as well as fun, for me and the boys, but ensures continued ROCKET-SHOT training to the entrance, upon hearing any noise, which is so funny, day after day, continued joy. Coyotes I hope are not so smart to lie and wait, as they must in the first instance, make some noise scaling the fence from the max distance to the bunny hole. So, that is the game, and I hope it works in perpetuity.

Look, surely its cruel to torture an animal, but rodents do not have concepts of self or time or future, and predator feed is exactly what they are, those little procreating bunnies, and I really think its just fine, if coyotes eat bunnies, dont coyotes have any animal rights, or are they simply just shot down as the primary rodent scourge? I think a coyote is a superior being to the rabbit, and should be more protected than freaking rabbits. I only want the boys to have the experience of living with animals, in some regard, and for that reason, built the bunny hole. She can stick her application up her bunny hole, as far as I am concerned. Absolutely Ridiculous, at tax payer's expense, so, nothing new there.

This was Emile, named after a rat in Rattalouie. Emile had a mansion, out classing anything in Beverly Hills. Emile was a work horse, constantly spinning his wheels, trying to get ahead, earning a living, in dignity. Emile was my co-pilot during war emulation, and often crawled over me to wake me up from falling asleep in the cockpit during 48 straight hours of combat. Emile was decorated 3 times, as an honorary member of the Army of the Righteous, for meritorious conduct beyond the call of the duty. After the IRS bankrupted Emile, he was forced to sale his only home, and was penniless, out on the streets, hat in hand, as the power to tax is the power to destroy, and they do, all the time, and some actually think it patriotic and Christian noble work. Go Figure.  

The Squirrel Family

Just Cant believe it, remember the 2 squirrels, camping out, well, they had a litter of 9, and 11 running around. This day, 4th, I heard loud squeek squeek, could not figure out what it was, wife ran out, then monster chirp chirp, mommy squirrel telling babies, hide, it was a HAWK, 2nd I have seen on my property in 20 years, after the initial development cutting trees 20 years hitherto, and the fires of Laguna California, the trees are coming back, and so are the critters, that Hawk just sitting there eye balling mommy squirrel. I can just see the animal shelter thugs, showing up, with nets or shot guns, to kill/capture a BIRD OF PREY. Predators aint got no rights, they get the CHITS, from the PETA-VILE crowd. A couple of the baby squirrels, sticking their heads out of the retaining wall, curiosity will kill these rodents, and guess what, THAT IS OK!!! Its nature, right there, in suburbia. Beautiful thing to see, predator-prey interaction, to see it right there in the back yard. YIKES, wife just called, one sec... It was the HAWK again, right on the fence, then circling the retaining wall, absolutely beautiful bird, the wing structure, the dynamic tail rudder action of close in flight, and curved beak you know that just rips flesh and fur, just stunning to watch the hunt. And that is somehow wrong? These peta-vile freaks need to chill out.

I wish I was a bird of prey, to live free without the IRS thugs on my back to feed the liberal agenda of immoral income redistribution and counter-productive detrimental government care for all, to soar high and fast without the traffic cops on my tail, to exchange in honest real gold and silver money so the gov/banks dont enslave or cheat me, to use my land to raise bunnies, as I see fit without the PETA-VILE crowd getting on my case, to worship Jesus openly without being condemned for believing in a so called out dated religion, that promotes sound moral values, to be able to call it like it is, without the PC crowd getting their panties in a bunch for strong but accurate language, to wear a loaded gun in public to prevent getting robbed in broad day light. I wish I was born free, to live life in real FREEDOM, and not be born imprisoned and constrained by the multitudes of excessive regulations and an excessive number of laws by the totalitarian socialistic fascists in charge. ON THIS JULY 4th, it is a glad day, but one that brings sadness in many ways, as well, as people believe in freedom and constitution but yet will vote for politicians that restrict freedoms and liberties while bastardizing the Constitution so as to enslave the 99% as tax mules, perpetual debtors and states dependents, so as to enrich the top 1% in system corruption. I wish had lived in the early 1800s, to be a free mountain man, the free-est of all, to be a BRIDGER, and on my death bed, only wish to see THEM THAR HILLS OF FREEDOM, just one more time, and live in GOD's beauty and nature, in the land of the FREE and the Brave.

America the Beautiful

God Bless America

Gaming the Welfare State

After retiring, I signed up for social security, basically applying for a refund of the money taking for me during 35 years of professional employment. I obtained standard benefits. Next, I decided to run an experiment to determine how easy is it to game the system. So, I applied for disability and submitted the application papers. During my experiment, earlier on, I triggering a court marshal to observe his reaction, and he was calm enough, but made the suggestion to go see a doctor. That was all it took, and off I went, to put a medical profession under the microscope. It was just easy and fun. To my amazement, this doctor suggested to me that he could help me get disability. I was taken back, as it seemed to me that the medical profession was exploiting the welfare state easily. I played with the doctor in his doctor office, and that was fun was well, to get a reaction. And sure enough, he did not disappoint. Acting a little goofy, it was so easy to get his profession first impressions in writing. He failed miserably, but was probably motivated for pecuniary gain. So, at last, I had at some indication from a license doctor that I was a little goofy. Being 5 sigma, it has always been easy to manipulate or confuse people, and this doctor was no exception. This had to be exploited to see how easy it is to game the welfare state. So I wrote a tear jerking declaration and file the application with Social Security administration. They denied the application. Social Security passed the test. It is not so easy to game the welfare system after all, which was the purpose of testing them.  

Police Cadets get Hammered

In my town of Laguna Beach it is now a crime to smoke a cigarette in public. That's right, these totalitarians are out of control. It probably has to do with legalizing marijuana in California, and they don't want people smoking dope in public, probably protecting the local merchants and the enjoyment of the beaches. During the summer, I often buy packs of cigarettes, go to the center circle at main beach, where many homeless people hang out. I talk with them to understand their problems and counsel them, and pray with them. Being polite I will smoke a cigarette with them. One time, I had a buff on a cigarette. One hundred yards away, two young police cadets were approaching the center circle. I wanted no problems with them, and got up and left. These two cadets then proceeded to follow me some 2000 yards across town, I kid you not, and then tied to detain me, for having a buff on a cigarette, when I learned it was now a crime. I jumped on them big time for this out of control totalitarian police state action. They were going to cite me for the new prohibition against public smoking. I let them have it, viciously, in their face. A veteran police officer then showed up, who knew me very well. This veteran is a professional seasoned police officer. They decided, to issue me a warning, which was the right thing to do, as I just learned of the new ordinance. I told these young cadets, that there is the letter law, the spirit of the law, and the correct means of enforcing the law, without being harassing and unduly oppressive. I hope it was a learning experience for them, as they obviously had good intentions and were trying to do their jobs. Negative feedback is a good thing, as long as it is nonviolent.  

Apparatchick Experimental Results

These experiments on government employees and operations were exceedingly valuable to my understanding of hands on contact with the people. I learn their intellectual prowess, their motivations, and their reactions. Generally, they are first to second order thinkers operating generally in good faith. However, they don't want to appear to make mistakes, and do cross the line during their job functions. This calls into question police operations with the public generally, fabricating evidence or rendering biased opinions to make themselves look good, the public be damned. This has made me think twice about the death penalty. The courts did very poorly. The welfare state did great. The police state was fair to middle. In thinking much about my interaction with the local police, as those guys had absolutely no clue what was going on, I learned much about them. Sure, they made mistakes, probably over reacting to triggering events, which was probably justified, giving the amount and extremity of the excitation pulses. The Laguna Beach police department have officers that genuinely care about the citizens, are profession and dignified, and do an amazing job protecting the people. The Laguna Beach police department is one of the best, if not the best, city police departments in the whole state of California.