And I am lucky enough to know a couple. Amazingly lucky. This because I have not led a particularly good life. I have done such awful things.

And yet, the angels watch over me and help me get through the agony that is my life. That is because I can not stop the constant flow of memories, bad memories, of all those things I did. And it is quite literally constant, even while talking or working or typing this very sentence. It never, ever, stops.


Here’s something different. For these parts. Well, maybe not that different.

Toyota Supra race car

Toyota Supra race car

They go pretty well, it seems.

Anyway, started this hours ago… distractions…

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Today has been a rare treat in that it has been a rather fine day.

First of all it was not terribly hot. Which is great because Ive never done well in heat and it’s worsened with age. Then I noticed traffic outside going slowly down the hill and suddenly the lights got brighter! Bravo power company! Then at about 2:30 I got the word that my phone had finally been unlocked from the Communist-sympathizing Credo Mobile and I was even happier! I walked right over to the AT&T store and signed right up! So, not only am I no longer supporting evil (I was so stupid back then) but I am now saving $30 a month and getting 8 gigs of data instead of 3. Sweet.

Then to top off the day I got to spend some high quality time with my beautiful, wicked-smart tenant and her beautiful, wicked-smart daughter. Gosh I love them so and I consider myself a very lucky man to have them upstairs.

Talk about warm fuzzies! Ooh, ya mon…

Oh, pleased to announce that I have finally joined Sharkhunters! WooHoo, baby! That wasn’t today, though.

Here’s a nifty pic I simply can not explain:


I am not at all sure just what is going on here. I mean, really…

I bet it’s an interesting and probably funny story, though.



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I wish I could stop the pain.

The pain of awful memories. Many are about others, it’s not just my stuff.

I wish Mr. Spock could make me forget.

I cry. A lot. Morning, noon and night. And in between.

But it’s better than the drugs that won’t let you cry. They seemed ok at first, until I realized they were creepier than what they were supposed to “fix.” And they actually cause more depression.

But Lord, if only I could steer away from the thousands of memories. Unfortunately, there aren’t a hell of a lot of good ones.

Oh well.

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1966: wow I was so stupid last year


2008: wow I was so stupid last year

2009: wow I was so stupid last year

2010: wow I was so stupid last year

2011: wow I was so stupid last year

2012: wow I was so stupid last year

2013: wow I was so stupid last year

2014: wow I was so stupid last year

2015: wow I was so stupid last year

2016: wow I was so stupid last year

2017: wow I was so stupid last year

2018: wow I was so stupid last year

to be continued

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Sharkhunters with Harry Cooper- 4-27-2018

Published on Apr 27, 2018

Episode 5303 – Sharkhunters with Harry Cooper- 4-27-2018

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Disappointed that Harry didn’t acknowledge his friend Abel Basti, an Argentinian journalist who lives in Bariloche and most definitely does boots on the ground investigations and is currently working on Adi’s long stays in Colombia.

But… be that as it may I love Harry… and his inimitable work. I would so love to go on one of his expeditions down there and be thrilled beyond imagining!

This interview is not exclusively Hitler and spends a lot of time on the situation in Europe and the world at large and has lots of good commentary on the state of things here now in America. This is great because Harry is a great guy and has a good mind and a good heart. He also spends a good amount of time explaining his history and how he started in on his current work, which is fascinating.j

The submarine story is not what happened! Truth is Adi n Eva left Norway in a Junkers Ju 390 and landed in Uruguay. Awesome! Hear it in this show.


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nfl garbage

If I was in charge, these NFL cowards would be given a plane ride over the ocean and summarily dumped into it.

Apologies to the marine life for dumping our worst fecal matter into their home.


A lot of libtards pretend to like Mr. Heinlein.

I wonder what they’ll say about this factual, heartfelt comment.

Most of these people, in current times, are garbage.


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It seems so quiet and mellow here this morning. It’s just before 11 as I start writing. Even the traffic is quiet, making a lower volume than the fan.

I don’t know what to do. There are so many things to do… but I have tremendous difficulty starting anything. And I do mean anything. I wonder if what was spoken of with a nearby friendly individual will happen today. We shall see. I hope it does actually. Maybe it will.

It’ll be nice out today… tomorrow will be 90° so I’ll be in the AC… my ancient body can’t take it anymore and truth be told was never very good with heat. Or cold. Which kind of puts the kaibosch on hunting for dinosaurs, pteros and giant spiders. And of course nowadays just seeing is a major problem.

Not as many tears as usual, so far, today, which is also a nice turn. So many things to work on. Most importantly my mind/brain interface, which has lost so much of itself. not that there was an awful lot to start with. I have near zero people skills and if you are female it for all intents and purposes is zero. It hurts. But I just hide in my hut. Contact with the outside is minimal to the max. Which also hurts. But it is my normal and always has been, as I have always been the outsider in all situations. Yes, all of them, ever since I can remember.

God help me.


My friend just got back from Ireland wherein she took a side trip to this place… where they keep the notorious Blarney Stone.









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Randall Carlson Revisits “Where Did The Road Go” to Talk Ice Ages, Atlantis & The Azores Pyramid

Sacred Geometry International
Published on Sep 30, 2013

This week’s interview on Where Did the Road Go? — Paranormal Radio, with Randall Carlson of Sacred Geometry International. Randall returns to talk about Sacred Geometry, Cycles of Cataclysm, Atlantis, Lost Civilizations, and much, much more… We talk about the recently found pyramid in the Azores, and whether it may be part of Atlantis, what ended the last Ice Age, Pole Shifts, evidence of cataclysm, his online classes on Sacred Geometry, and his part in Graham Hancock’s new book!

A good man, Randall is, truly. One can get a very good picture of the earth and the people that have populated it by listening to his lectures and checking his materials out.

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Stringbean – Cripple Creek (Grand Ole Opry)

OldTmye TunesFive
Published on Apr 7, 2015

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FYI: John A. Brown, String Bean’s murderer, has been up for parole 4 times over the last 12 years & denied each time. Brown has spent 37 of his 60 years in prison & will not get another chance for parole until 2017. When Brown is tearfully pleading for freedom, I wonder if he remembers String’s wife Estelle begging him to spare her life & how he answered her pleas by putting a bullet in her head. Since he should have been executed anyway, he should never be granted his parole.

David Akeman (June 17, 1916 – November 10, 1973), better known as Stringbean (or String Bean), was an American country music banjo player and comedy musician best known for his role on the hit television show, Hee Haw, and as a member of the Grand Ole Opry.

Akeman and his wife were murdered by burglars at their rural Tennessee home in 1973. Born in Annville, Jackson County, Kentucky, Akeman came from a musical family. He was taught to play the banjo by his father, James Roy Akemon. He got his first real banjo when he was 12 years old in exchange for a pair of prize bantam chickens. Akeman began playing at local dances and gained a reputation as a musician, but the income was not enough to live on. He joined the Depression-era Civilian Conservation Corps, building roads and planting trees.

Eventually, he entered a talent contest judged by singer-guitarist-musical saw player Asa Martin. He won and was invited to join Martin’s band. During an early appearance, Martin forgot Akeman’s name and introduced him as “String Bean” because of his tall, thin build. Akeman used the nickname the rest of his life.

Akeman originally was only a musician, but when another performer failed to show up one night, he was used as a singer and comic. From then on, Akeman did both comedy and music. He appeared on WLAP-AM in Lexington, Kentucky, and played with a several groups in the late 1930s.

Akeman also played semi-professional baseball. It was as a ballplayer that he met bluegrass pioneer Bill Monroe, who fielded with another semi-pro team. From 1943 to 1945, Akeman played banjo for Monroe’s band, performing on recordings such as “Goodbye Old Pal”. He also teamed with Willie Egbert Westbrook as String Beans and Cousin Wilbur, a comedy duo who appeared on the same bill as Monroe’s band. When he left Monroe, he was replaced by Earl Scruggs, a banjoist with a very different style.

In 1945, Akeman married Estelle Stanfill. The same year, he formed a comedy duet with Willie Egbert Westbrook, and they were invited to perform on the Grand Ole Opry. The following year, Akeman began working with Grandpa Jones, a fellow old-time banjo player and comedian. Jones and Akeman worked together at the Opry and years later on the Hee Haw television series. They also became neighbors near Ridgetop, Tennessee. Akeman became a protégé of Uncle Dave Macon, one of the biggest Opry stars. Near the end of his life, Macon gave Akeman one of his prized banjos.

Another deep love from my youth, a love for both song and man.

I have posted this before, back in October 2017. Exactly the same if I recall…


This is the only true rendition of the song, as well. On YouTube, anyway.

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cocobox at jean louis

Jean Louis Lebreton
First Ferrari Boxer convertible by Coco Chinetti.
photo August 1993 Cos Cob CT.

An old pic from my dear friend Jean Louis taken at his shop down the road.

Jean was on the Chinetti roster from the year dot and was a member of N.A.R.T. for it’s entirety. He was at Le Mans working in pit and paddock when they won it all in 1965.

He is responsible for some fabulous memories…

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Ooh it’s delicious…

‘Gang’ of rhino poachers mauled to death by pride of lions after breaking into game reserve

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“The only body part we found was one skull and one bit of pelvis, everything else was completely gone,” he told Newsweek. “There is so little left that they don’t know exactly how many people were killed, we suspect three because we found three sets of shoes and three sets of gloves.”

He added: “They came heavily armed with hunting rifles and axes which we have recovered and enough food to last them for several days so we suspect they were after all of our rhinos here. But the lions are our watchers and guardians and they picked the wrong pride and became a meal.”

I find this story to be pretty entertaining…whilst it’s horrible to think of what happened to these lawbreaking jerks. I’m kind of happy that they got what was coming to them…they broke into a preserve with intent to kill rhinos for a piece of keratin (the horn.)

So +1 for the fuzzy kitties. Maybe each preserve could have a non-friendly pride guarding the rhinos.???

Yup yup they should most definitely do that.

If only for the big, fat lulz!

This is the best nature story I’ve read in years!

It is the single most fitting and proper way for these little bastards to finally meet Justice.

So onward!


photo: Can you hear him roar? by Marcel Siebert

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If you can.. (with audio)

Published on Jul 6, 2018 Please donate if you can. Right now every cent and dollar counts. I have much information to share in the coming weeks. God be with you. Pray for me and my family. God bless.

Hey, dear readers, if you can, please help my friend Jane.

She’s pretty awesome eh… a mom, a fortean researcher and a musician. Rough roads of late and she and the kids deserve some good times.

Much peace eh.

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Giganto In The Four Corners

JC Johnson
Published on Dec 14, 2010

Some of my earlier work. Please forgive me on some of the audio. I’ll make mention that one of the subjects discussed in this video, “Joe”- Not only has a “slouch” when he walks, ,, he also has a hump, or what appeared to be a hump on his back. Years later, I’m thinking that it was not a hump on his back? It was “wings” tucked up. We have many reports of “Batsquatch”…. Teec Mountain would be the ideal place for him to fly off of.

I also realize, in sharing these videos, many of you familiar with these areas may well want to go and investigate for your self. I strongly caution you upon encountering one of these creatures, to take nothing but pictures, and not to harm them in any way. Anyone interested in doing a “stakeout” of Teec Mountain, contact us here on YOU TUBE. We have some private land there. With a good blind, and the right camera equipment, with in a few days, if “Joe” is still around, you may well get some incredible photos.

JC Johnson

We lost a valiant hero and a true treasure.

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3 HOURS of TRUE **MILITARY VETS vs BIGFOOT ENCOUNTERS!!** Sasquatch Dogman Encounters Episode:51

Crypto PTSD
Published on Jul 2, 2018

Tonight we have 3HOURS of Military Vets vs Bigfoot Encounters!! These military vets come forward with their bigfoot encounters for the first time! These sasquatch encounters range from Vietnam War encounters to French Foreign Legion bigfoot encounters!! I hope EVERYONE enjoys the show!! Crypto PTSD

Ooh, I am so glad… this is because the first story up is a tale from Vietnam. I am very interested in the notorious “Rock Apes” of the region. And it has a supplementary report, too. =]

Then we’re in America… and there are so many more.

Such goodness. And the number can get you thinkin,’ too, about the possible number of these fellas that are out there. There is plenty of room for them. The tracts of unexplored wilderness here in America and Canada alone is staggering. Note that I am using the word “unexplored” with precision. As in, no human has set foot here. Ever. It is a fact. Bigfoot and Dogman have available all the room they could ever want. And they know what to do with it.


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More of them now. A lot more.

Today’s supposed to be happy and spent with family and friends.

Not possible for me.

I realize now that it never was, unless I actively insinuated myself into others’ plans.

Which I can no longer do.

So I get to be…




In response to this morning’s post…


One of my favorite cars even in stock form… well, Carlo got to work on it to make it simply awesome.


Also a favorite of the one who caused the vision. And therefore…

Mille grazie!




Fiat Abarth X1/9 Prototipo, 1973. A racing version of Fiat’s mid-engined sports car.

But wait, Carlo would never leave us in the lurch…

Here’s a live one on the streets of Texas!











Fiat Abarth Prototipo (1973)

The Fiat subsidiary Abarth, in 1973, developed the Abarth X1/9 Prototipo to replace the 124 Spider Abarth as Fiat’s main rally car, but another model was chosen. ‘Prototipo’ is a nice way of putting that nobody knows how many where produced. Parts where constantly swapped and changed during development process. It’s believed that a total of 5 where produced.

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Much peace.

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Wow. Today I awoke to a beautiful vision.

It’s given me a tremendous amount of hope for the future.

I don’t want to get overly excited — but it was such a good sight to see…!


Yes, according to my calculations, happiness should be rolling through me ‘ead.

And don’tcha know I am feeling pretty darn nice for an ig.

That is quite significant.

I pray this continues.


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I am sorry for the recent lack of posts.

It has been a time of constant sorrow and never ending tears.

Much more consistent than normal. Yes, it is my normal.

I am so profoundly alone.

It cannot be fixed. I have tried. And tried. And tried some more.

This is my curse. My destiny.

Hopefully I will be on my way soon… oh, Lord I pray the end is nigh.

I can not take much more of this.

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