suspension training |
Thursday, September 29, 2016
Preparing for Armageddon
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Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Person Of Interest
Fucking ponderous. I feel I caused this latest shit storm of law enforcement assault by simply brewing my resentment all day yesterday. I kept trying to write my own obituary to use after I am executed by a Sheriff and it was so damn disappointing that I was going to be executed by a state employee before any charges were filed. Fucking ponderous. And I started to think that there are 30 states (Texas isn't one of them) where the death penalty has been abolished, which means you can slaughter a family of 5, take video of it, post the video on the internet or even live-stream the slaughter, and you will get Life in prison. But if you are suspected of waving a cell phone at the police then they execute you on the street without charges files, without lawyer, without a trial, no judge, no jury, nothing. Shot dead in the street on suspicion. But if you live-stream yourself killing your family then they give you Life in prison. This makes no fucking sense at all but it's a tangent to my topic today that has me fucking slapping my jowls in frustration.
I'm on the run basically night and day in an attempt to remain legal in the eyes of the Law. Incredible amount of hoop navigation to legitimize myself only confirming that America has become a land of complete generic citizen-hood where pre-paid ethics and auto-flush mentality has deep roots. I'll never survive these encounters with police. Fine, fuck it, I can't win, there is obviously a campaign to cull non-compliant mentally ill citizens or poor or undesirable homeless vagrants. Fucked up, but ignorance and disdain and indifference has generated a culture of pure hate that I see as poised to boil over very soon. Fuck it. You reap what you sew.
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Headline: Hippie arrives in town, bomb threat follows, hippie leaves town. |
I'm on the run basically night and day in an attempt to remain legal in the eyes of the Law. Incredible amount of hoop navigation to legitimize myself only confirming that America has become a land of complete generic citizen-hood where pre-paid ethics and auto-flush mentality has deep roots. I'll never survive these encounters with police. Fine, fuck it, I can't win, there is obviously a campaign to cull non-compliant mentally ill citizens or poor or undesirable homeless vagrants. Fucked up, but ignorance and disdain and indifference has generated a culture of pure hate that I see as poised to boil over very soon. Fuck it. You reap what you sew.
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travel
Monday, September 26, 2016
Welcome to the U.S. - Now Put Your Hands Where I Can See Them
Fucking not on U.S. soil for even 24 hours and I already have my face in the fucking mud at a car wash where I went to hose the van down and a Deputy Sheriff rolls up on me like he caught a hundred Nicaraguan refugees smuggling cocaine. And I've got my face in a puddle in the rain trying to explain that I have all the paperwork in the van and if he would remove his knee from my spinal column then I could explain everything. Fucking not even 24 hours and I was already had my colon massaged and my cartilage removed and my ego hijacked. Man, this fucking life in a van is not even remotely possible if I am being molested and arrested every few hours by trigger happy deputy sheriffs trying to make full deputy by executing a hippie. Fuck, this pisses me off to no end and reminds me why I went to Mexico in the first place where I may have been robbed by theiving huecos de mierda Federales, but at least they did not do so with the fuckwad arrogance of the cunt sheriffs who push and push and push and must get on their knees at night praying for a hippie to make a wrong move. I've said it before, that the only reason I don't end up dead on the side of the road is because I defuse the situation with the correct secret password. They want to kill me. They are itching to kill me. The sheriffs and small town cops of America will turn me into a raving homeless lunatic in short order and it is so easy to dismiss a lunatic who is bleeding from 17 bullet holes on his face because he was reaching for a banana peel. The feeling is not hate, it is merely helplessness and powerlessness. The sheriffs simply want to execute me and are looking for an excuse and my job is to defuse the situation to avoid being executed. It sounds insane but that's my conclusion. Not even in the States one fucking day and these bitches with badges have to turn me into a hateful radicalized asshole. I just have no use for arrogant pieces of shit with badges and state owned trucks flexing their muscles with flabby store-bought ethics and I have no use for people who bow to them. America is full of use-car salesmen tipping their hats with false smiles. False, fucked up, poisoned, fake, bullshit. I got no use for it except to exploit it for phony wealth and to get the fuck out. I wonder how anyone could tolerate it but I know it's merely ignorance, sheep munching their cud in green pastures, dismissing the raging inferno that devours their neighbors because it doesn't burn their precious hard drive cache of old Sit com episodes. total bullshit, devoid of life. Drones in a fucking police state bumbling and fumbling their way to a well-deserved grave. I have absolute disdain for all Americans because a police state is only possible with a populace of despicable, auto-pay cunts.
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editorial
You're Free To Go
I don't know why all my encounters with Homeland Security or the U.S. Police end up with them telling me I'm 'free to go'. Fucking arrogance is suffocating me. I pushed my luck all the way to the brink and exited Mexico within hours of my visa expiring.
It was an uphill climb the entire 2 years |
I didn't ever want to leave Chiapas but they would not let me stay with my van and I also felt I was not being as productive as I would like. This was a frustrating pattern I fell into during my 2 year journey through Latin America north of the Panama Canal; I wasn't as productive or mindful or focused as I wanted.
Outside Monterrey |
2 hour crossing of El Rio Grande |
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travel
Saturday, September 24, 2016
Hatchet Rant
Really upsetting time that I decided to capture on video to shame myself when I am moderately secure in the future. The emotional strain of my childish behavior is plenty to keep me licking my wounds without repeated attacks on the mechanics of my survival.
I'm worn down to nothing chasing the dogs of regret through the fetid swamps of self-loathing yet this is not enough to amuse the Lord who manipulated my fate. Go ahead, laugh, enjoy my struggles...
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travel
Friday, September 23, 2016
Limping North
It looks like Mt. Doom in the background.... |
...but this is what I have to go over next. |
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travel
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Villa Phantasma
Oggy's Art shot |
For the first time in about 6 years I had to take part of the chimney off the roof in order to fit in the 2 km long tunnel that leads to this village that seems to be an old Spanish silver mine that now offers boutique leather hats that happen to be Oggy's private fetish. A tan leather short brim sombrero can be seen here keeping the sun off Oggy's bald spot. I think my leather binge is officially over.
one clue... |
Hidden town |
I found it interesting that Ghost Town and Villa Phantasma are the same terms to describe an abandoned village.
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travel
Monday, September 19, 2016
Rough Road
differential buried in the asphalt, axle hanging, muffler mashed, ego tortured |
As bad as my day was, it wasn't as bad as this Python's day. |
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travel
Thursday, September 15, 2016
Viva Mexico!
Puente De Amor |
Oggy dressed as Miguel Hidalgo and the museum devoted to Senor Hidalgo |
Oggy trying to feed Bukowski's face some Guyaba Pulque |
I think I finally got some of the dates straight... The Mexican Revolution started in 1810. Miguel Hidalgo was the leader of the revolution until he was executed. This was one of the few major political changes in Latin America that the United States didn't influence for evil. But it took another 10 years for the war to come to some conclusion. But the start of the revolution is celebrated on 16th of September which is complicating my life for reasons I will go into later, These are small details in the story of traveling with nonexistent plans...when I least expect or want it I will arrive in a town on the day of Independence Day.
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travel
Tuesday, September 6, 2016
Final Days in the highlands.
Yet another Spanish Courtyard, the guard called it a Placillo or Patio |
The meek shall inherit the earth, so everyone should give me their money and land. |
Zapatista dolls. One is Comandante Marcos |
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travel
Friday, September 2, 2016
Soldering Skills
I tried |
But in other projects I'm finishing before my escape from Mexico
Gourmet Coffee. (I put so much honey, condensed milk and chocolate in it that it barely qualifies as coffee) |
Native Spirit and a new strap courtesy of a sheep and some local macrame artists. Gracias. |
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