Penis envy?

What caused Ahab to be obsessed with a white whale.  Is the blubber pure?  It took off his leg?  How did that happen?  Did he bite it off?  And if the leg is gone what about Ahab’s manhood?  I Think that is what he is pissed off at?  You take off the manhood and revenge is in the air.

How many cats who have lost their manhood would like to claw their owners to death?

Screw with the penis and the results are in the air.

I just had a triple by -pass and they put a tube up my penis.  I piss continually with lazek and sex is the last thing I think of.

I still have negative views on losing my manhood for the next few months.  I cannot imagine what it is like to be neutered.

The razor’s edge.  Imagine looking the taste buds, the sensory level of touch. This is a bummer to say the least.

 

Two weeks out from the triple by pass

Back from open heart surgery.

I now know I am mortal.

I now know what pain is.

I now know we cling to life.

 

Two weeks ago,  I cheated death,

Although the grim reaper is still in the corner of my room.

I now reflect on my life and what made it.

 

Family is number one.

 

My kids rally around me.

I am a lucky man.

 

My wife is my mainstay.

I will fight  on.  What choice is there?

 

triple by pass

well, it happened.  Had it done seven days ago and feel pathetic.  All of sudden every action takes forever.  I have to rely on everybody to help me.  I am hooked to a heart monitor and it blinks every six seconds.

Two weeks ago I was lifting luggage as a bell hop and now I am a blogging veggie.  The one thing I can say is limits are needed for the results hit you like a semi.  I am trying to hang in there and have a frontal scar that makes me look like Frankenstein.  My arms are totally bruised from tubes, shots and medicine.

But my family is hanging in there and so Am I.

I will blog later  on and if I do not, so be it.

The rifle that killed a President

Most witnesses reported that they heard three shots on that fateful day in Dallas. There was one, followed by a pause, then two more in rapid succession. The shots were fired from approximately 60 feet up, at about an 18 degree angle at a distance of between 175 and 200 feet. In all, the time lapse between the three shots varies depending on whether you believe that it was two shots or three shots that hit JFK and Texas Governor Connolly. At the outside, the time for three shots is about eight seconds. Even with a little bit of bolt trouble this would be feasable, because Oswald had qualified twice at Marksman level in the Marines. That test is rapid fire, 50 rounds at 200 yards at a man-sized target. He scored 48 and 49. You would also have to assume that Oswald knew how to not only properly zero the firearm, but also make sure that it worked properly with the en-bloc clip that was found in the gun.

exactly like the rifle/scope combo he bought out of the February 1963 American Rifleman ad from Kleins for $19.99.

“American Rifleman” magazine with Klein’s sporting goods ad. February 1963 issue, p. 65. Lee Harvey Oswald ordered the rifle he used to kill President Kennedy from a Klein’s ad resembling this. The black and white full-page ad is headed “Received Too Late for Hunting Season, Klein’s Loss is Your Gain! Save Now! But Hurry!” and promises no money down and a 30-day free trial. The ad lists pictures of several different guns with descriptions and prices starting at $12.98. Good condition. 11 1/2 x 8 1/2″ Sale History: Guernsey’s, December 2005

Magazine advertisement through which Oswald purchased the rifle (left column, third from top). The ad photo actually shows a telescopically modified Carcano TS, but by the time Oswald used the ad to order the “6.5 Italian Carbine”, Klein’s was shipping Carcano Model 91/38’s. Thus, Oswald received the latter model.

On October 9, 1962, Lee Harvey Oswald rented post office box number 2915 in Dallas, Texas.

Was Oswald planning this operation six months before Kennedy went to Dallas?

Is there a link between J.F.K. and Martin L. King and their deaths

If you are reading this I am dead. Oh sure, I died by accident or natural death or maybe even suicide but I assure you I was murdered. They are good and quite evil so I have gone to great lengths to get this story to you even though I am now six feet under.

Two years ago after my wife died I really did not want to live anyway. I even contemplated suicide but I am too much of a coward to do the deed. Then on a whim I bet on the lotto and crazily I won. Now I was worth twenty-two million dollars and still I had no reason to live.

One night I saw Cold Case Files on television. I decided to solve a case that was old and quite controversial. It involved a murder of a well known man at the Lorraine Motel in 1968. I decided with the money I had I could hire detectives and maybe get so light on the murder of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr…

I decided up front not to go down the same path of investigation as so many others had.

My questions were not whether James Earl Ray had killed King with one shot from a gun but how? How did he get the gun? Where did he buy it? How much? Did they do a background check?

I hired five detectives from different areas to amass the information. None of them would know about the other four. I wanted more information on the weapon. I paid them $25,000 for their efforts and received their reports through an attorney.

They all found the information about the gun itself. A Remington rifle with scope abilities but no scope. Ray did not have experience with this gun at least not though the army. They even supplied the serial number of the gun Jt146579. The main point emphasized in each report was the Ray denied the killing and said someone named Raul masterminded the plot. The one main point was that Ray’s fingerprints were on the gun.

I kept looking at the report. Why didn’t Ray wipe the prints from the gun? He had an arrest record and certainly the police would run the prints and find him out. He ran all the way to England to avoid capture. How did he get the money to do that? Raul? But wouldn’t make more sense to wipe the prints from the gun?

I kept thinking. Ray was a small petty thief. It appears he hated Blacks, but then again why would he associate with someone named Raul. Did he hate Blacks enough to kill King and flee the country? He left his prints. He left his prints, Why?

Then it hit me someone else had left his prints on a gun, a sniper gun in another case. In 1963, Lee Harvey Oswald had left his prints on the rifle that he supposedly killed Kennedy with. Why? He had background fingerprints from the army and the school system he worked with in Dallas. Why would both men leave their prints on the murder weapons?

I contacted my five detectives and had them find out about the Kennedy murder weapon. It turned out to be a Remington with a scope. Serial number Jt146582. I almost fell to the floor. It just couldn’t be a coincidence.

I got worried. I now sent out my results to a dozen lawyers that if anything happened to me that they would go to my space, enter a password which would activate this manuscript which you are now reading.

I now with great anxiety sent my detectives on a new task. Locate from the Remington Arms Company in Jasper, Wyoming the batch of weapons with the two close serial numbers. The information came within a week. Both weapons and the whole batch were sent to an Army Base in Kansas to be used on a target range for new recruits in the army.

Both weapons on the same base. One from the assassination of John F. Kennedy in 1963 and on from the assassination of Martin Luther King in 1968. Obviously the question to be asked is their any connection. I had my detectives work on the roster of personnel at the base in 1962-3. Now most of the people went through the base in eight weeks. I was looking for the main people who stayed on to 1968. Their were four army personnel who were at the base at both times.

Lancaster, Rodgers, Anderson, and Unger. All now retired. I played around with the names in my head. And then like a thunder bolt it hit. Rodgers R,   Anderson A, Unger U and Lancaster L. RAUL

I sent out my detectives to find out the whereabouts of these four men. All retired, all now living very well. Living in houses that they could not afford. Belonging to country clubs they could not afford. Taking trips they could not afford. Buying things well above their reach.

I started to call my detectives. Five detectives all have died mysteriously in the past week. Car accidents, drowning and suicide. I now know their coming for me. I know too much. But by now you know too much and since they got me, watch your back they’ll be coming for you.

Hitchhiker

A Wise Decision or Not? Reflections on being kind.

It is true although I may have overreacted.  I was driving from the college where I was teaching a night class back to my home.  The college is in Tampa and my home is in Winter Haven, Florida.

I take I 4 and it is about twenty five miles.  About five miles into the journey I see a man, about forty hitchhiking on the side of the road.  I normally do not like to pick up hitch hikers but I did.  He asked for a lift to Lake Land about ten miles down the road.

I thought I was doing a good deed.  He asked me a few questions which for some reason I felt uncomfortable answering.  All of a sudden he was an inquisitor and I felt I was under pressure to respond.

I mentioned I was a professor.  Now I am a male so I was not afraid of him in some ways.  But then he said, “Boy am I hungry”

I could see there was a McDonald’s up the road and got off.  I do not know why but I felt unsafe.  Just a feeling.  The hair on the back of my bald head was sticking up.  I pulled up to the McDonald’s and saw there was a line of cars at the pickup window so I parked handed him a ten spot and told him to go in and get us some hamburgers, fries and a couple of cokes.  He was pleased as punch and went inside.

I do not know why. Maybe I was not really hungry at ten at night.  Maybe I did not want a greasy burger.  But I do know I did not want this stranger back in my car questioning me, eating greasy hamburgers, and in the back of my mind asking for some more money.  I assume it was my paranoia and I let it get the better of me.

As soon as he entered the place I peeled off and got back on the road, leaving him with the money, food, and the idea that he won something.

Was I nuts?  What would you have done?

Since then I have not picked up anyone.  Better safe than sorry.

Image result for a cartoon of a hitchhiker

The Salem Witch Trials and the mood of the country today.

 

About 80 people were accused and arrested for witchcraft in New England between the years 1647 and 1688 and 12 were executed before a new witch hunt began a few years later in Salem in 1692.

Coincidentally, Reverend John Hale played a big part in bringing the Salem Witch Trials of 1692 to an end after his own wife was accused of witchcraft during the hysteria.

At this court, one Margaret Jones, of Charlestown, was indicted and found guilty of witchcraft, and hanged for it. The evidence against her was:
1. That she was found to have such a malignant touch, as many persons, men, women, and children, whom she stroked or touched with any affection or displeasure, or etc. [sic], were taken with deafness, or vomiting, or other violent pains or sickness.
2. She practising physic, and her medicines being such things as, by her own confession, were harmless, — as anise-seed, liquors, etc., — yet had extraordinary violent effects.
3. She would use to tell such as would not make use of her physic, that they would never be healed; and accordingly their diseases and hurts continued, with relapse against the ordinary course, and beyond the apprehension of all physicians and surgeons.
4. Some things which she foretold came to pass accordingly; other things she would tell of, as secret speeches, etc., which she had no ordinary means to come to the knowledge of.
5. She had, upon search, an apparent teat … as fresh as if it had been newly sucked; and after it had been scanned, upon a forced search, that was withered, and another began on the opposite side.
6. In the prison, in the clear day-light, there was seen in her arms, she sitting on the floor, and her clothes up, etc., a little child, which ran from her into another room, and the officer following it, it was vanished. The like child was seen in two other places to which she had relation; and one maid that saw it, fell sick upon it, and was cured by the said Margaret, who used means to be employed to that end. Her behavior at her trial was very intemperate, lying notoriously, and railing upon the jury and witnesses, etc., and in the like distemper she died. The same day and hour she was executed, there was a very great tempest at Connecticut, which blew down many trees, etc.”

Convicted and executed

See also: List of people executed for witchcraft

Hysteria: noun: hysteria; plural noun: hysterias

  1. exaggerated or uncontrollable emotion or excitement, especially among a group of people

 

Sarah Good was born Sarah Solart in Wenham, Massachusetts Bay Colony to John and Elizabeth Solart. Her father was prosperous, but she and her sisters never received their inheritance when he died in 1672. Sarah first married Daniel Poole, a laborer and who died in 1682. She then married William Good. The debt that she had after Daniel Poole died became the responsibility of William Good. Because they could not handle the debt, the Goods were “reduced to begging work, food, and shelter from their neighbors” and by 1692 were homeless.[2]

Good was described by the people of Salem as being filthy, bad-tempered, and strangely detached from the rest of the village. She was often associated with the death of residents’ livestock and would wander door to door, asking for charity. If the resident refused, Good would walk away muttering under her breath. Although she maintained at the trial that she was only saying the Ten Commandments, those who turned her away would later claim she was chanting curses in revenge. When she was asked to say the Commandments at her trial, she could not recite a single one.[3]

And therefore what was her crime?

An accuser: Elizabeth Hubbard (born c. 1674/1675) was one of the original girls to begin the Salem witchcraft accusations, and she continued to be a leading accuser throughout the summer and fall of 1692.

Hubbard was the seventeen-year-old orphaned maidservant to Dr. William Griggs, who purchased Hubbard from Boston after the death of his son, Isaac Griggs. She was a relative of William Griggs’ wife, the former Rachel Hubbard, which made Elizabeth’s adopter, Dr.Griggs, her great Uncle. Scholars connect the origins of her afflictions to her position in Griggs’ household. As an indentured servant to Griggs, the doctor to originally diagnose bewitchment, she was familiar with the initial fits of Abigail Williams and Betty Parris on January 3, 1692.[1]

Hubbard experienced her first recorded fit on February 1, 1692. Because of her age, she was the first of the accusers old enough to testify under oath, moving the accusations to the legal domain. Along with seeing the apparition of Tituba, she was among the first to accuse Sarah Osborne and Sarah Good of practicing witchcraft. Throughout the witchcraft crisis in Essex County she filed forty legal complaints against various tormentors and testified thirty-two times, the last of her testimony given on January 7, 1693.[citation needed]

By the end of the trial Elizabeth Hubbard had testified against twenty-nine people, seventeen of whom were arrested, thirteen of those were hanged, and two died in jail. As a strong force behind the trials, Elizabeth was able to convince both the townspeople and the court into believing her. One way she and the other girls did this was through their extreme fits in the courtroom. The fits, they would claim, were brought on by the accused persons. Elizabeth was especially known for her trances. She spent the whole of Elizabeth Proctor‘s trial in a deep trance and was unable to speak.[2]

  Hysteria is now occurring in America today.  Look at Trump.  He accuses with no evidence, makes up evidence and it is taken as gospel.  Even when there is evidence that it is made up the implication is taken as truth.

We are now in the age of fear and dread.  Talk is distorted and things are taken out of context.  When will someone end this nonsense.  The United States is losing its standing as a country of logic and sense.  We are becoming a laughing stock, a SNL skit.  How low do we go.  Bring out the limbo stick.