Gone to the Dogs

How can we fix it? We better or this will not be the same America.

Luckily, we have some examples around the world to draw on. Unfortunately, because we used to be number one, Americans have developed a big head, convinced we are still number one. Sad truth however, we have dropped to number 27 on the standard of living scale, dropping rapidly and when the liberal left gets what they want done, it will plummet out of control. About that, there is nothing to discuss. Free enterprise capitalism is the sole reason we have what we do, versus the bare store shelves in socialist countries, where the people are all poor. Out of the 235 times socialism has been tried, not a single one has succeeded. So that part is mute. Now, how can half the US population imagine somehow they can make it work? The sad part is, the very people it is claimed to help with the handouts are the people harmed the most. The motivation to succeed and make money is destroyed. Right now, over 45% of our population is dependent on the government. When that number reaches 50% our democratic system is gone. The only candidates able to get into office are those that make the giveaway promises. Than, the movers and shakers, industrious people who know how to make money will disappear. Just as the throngs of enterprising people leave rich countries like Venezuela and American states that then become poor countries and poor states. California for an example, has gone from the richest state to near the poorest and soon will be. Just today, a wonderful lady named Natasha called, in tears, to say she had been robbed, of all her money and all cards. Going on to say: “California is no longer a safe place to live, she has to move.”

Everyone in America is bombarded with political calls. Mine run at least twenty a day. They began with simple invitations, to outright demands, then threats, then guilt trips. ‘If you don’t donate we will lose the country and it will be your fault.’ The last message on the Georgia race read: “The Dems are spending millions. you must donate.” Is that what our political system has denigrated to? Money?

If a German political candidate, for the opposite example, put an ad on TV he’d be guaranteed to lose. The voters would ask: “If he can be that reckless with his money, what will he do with public money.”

For one thing, there are no lobbyists or fund raisers in Germany. A billboard is erected in the town square a candidate tacks his platform on and he better do what he promised. If he does not, he will have one choice. Leave the country. He will be shunned. No one will talk to him. He will not be able to get a job sweeping streets. Germans are very frugal and conservative. No one finances anything, even mortgages to buy houses. This is how fanatical they are for an example. The President borrowed $600,000 to buy a house. Nothing sinister about it, like Obama’s shady deal with a known racketeer on a five million dollar house. The German president was forced to resign. For only the reason, the population asking; ‘if he cannot manage his money any better that he needs to borrow, how will he manage our money?’ ROUSS!! That simple. Not many Americans know how well off the Germans are. Every German has a healthy savings account. On average the German worker gets twice the pay of similar positions in America. Companies give two month paid vacations. No less than one month. When the economy goes down, they think nothing of it. just go on longer vacations. I have been there when unemployment hit 29%. No way to know it unless official figures are published. Twenty five percent in America, the 1929 level, and there are soup kitchens and lines at the welfare office. Travel anywhere in the world and all the tourists to be seen are Germans, while an American is never seen. Americans do not have the money to travel around the world the way Germans do.

Read a few of John Bauer’s political and money making books and the explanation for this disparity will become perfectly clear. The convulsions America is now going through is not a new phenomenon. It’s a predetermined plan hatched by Franklin Roosevelt. Promise enough freebies and the only party that will be able to win an election is the one that promises the moon but unable to even deliver any space dust. That plan is now coming to fruition. The result is what Maggie Thatcher warned us about. “The only problem with socialism; sooner or later you run out of other people’s money.” At that point poverty sets in. How many Americas are now out of work, unable to make ends meet, losing their homes. Banks now are in trouble. Some economists are even predicting an entire banking collapse. Attempting to politically fix this disaster, as we have just witnessed, is impossible. There might be some hope however. The examples are now too well established to refute. Every single Democrat run area is in trouble. Crime, foreclosures, homelessness, cities declaring bankruptcy. People are leaving places like California and New York in herds. NY population is now half what it was. If enough Americans wake up and figure out it’s government that has caused this dire economic situation and refuse to get pushed around by government any more, they won’t be able to fix the country, but will fix themselves. Maybe something like the guy writing this. He has been arrested and tossed into jail seven times for not doing anything the way government demands. Might sound dreadful, not even a mosquito bite compared to what was gained. Like vacation homes in three foreign countries he drives his own little Hansa jet to. Homes in seven state. Been a good weather chasing snowbird all his life. He has no economic background. Not an industrialist, Not even a businessman. Just a simple minded country bumpkin construction worker who cannot do anything by government edicts. he does not know of anything else he has done any differently than anyone else. The result is being able to build a house for one third the normal cost. That all by itself makes it possible to live like a millionaire without being one. There are public records in court houses and probate registries of seven states of the renegade things I’ve done. In the small Cape Cod town I grew up in there were two industries. Clam digging and boat building, the trade I began with. Flunking everything else in school. If an uneducated nobody like me can do it, than so can anyone else. It just might be that my tiny example might influence a few other people to do likewise. We have a choice. Either be slaves in the broken system, be snookered into getting wound up about politics, wasting time protesting and rioting, or we can get off the plantation the way some slaves did in 1850 to become free men, several becoming millionaires, like Booker T. Washington for one. Need any more convincing, read the book ‘OPM’ Order by email: “Johnbauer321@yahoo.com

just saw a video of a riot in the city street far below. I’m no car man. But if what I saw happened to the new pick-up truck my son bought me as a present, I’d become so enraged, I’d jump out and start firing. Have been an anti gun person all my life. Until now. I will have a gun. There is more to it than drivers spinning around looking like ants, for an escape route as low life maggots are slamming cars with anything they can find, smashing windows in, putting endless dents in cars. A lot of people, unlike me, really care for their autos. Imagine how they feel. Never mind being terrified for their lives. My son is a workaholic. The complete opposite of those street rioters who have no idea what the word ‘work’ for a living, even means. They are doing more than smashing cars. They are destroying the American way of life. Try to imagine how many people in just that one video did not get to work, how much business became interrupted, how many young mothers could not get their baby to the doctor. And for what? Because some worthless sub humans are enraged about something. Maybe they should get a job and work for what they feel is owed to them. Any Mayors, Governors, right up to a President we had, who sympathize with the people who are destroying America should be strung up by the neck to the nearest light pole with piano wire and in the mean time, the rest of us need to just whack the vermin.

That’s what the liberals say. “Bullshit! You lost, accept it” The AG says there is no widespread evidence of election fraud. Does the word ‘widespread’ mean there is some? So far, ‘some’ looks like quite a lot. Just one tiny bit would be a disgrace in the American political system, now denigrated down to third world status. Could you kind, considerate, liberals who have only the good of the countries economy and welfare at heart, please answer one little question that is nagging me; how is it that, despite a left leaning media, there has not been one single spot of military ballots for Biden found in dumpsters, not one spot of electronic machines not counting Biden votes, not one spot of democrat watchdogs being blocked from counting. Do you really want to believe this was an honest election? If you do, than as an American, you should be ashamed of yourself.

This is not about me having every airplane rating, even had a jet, and now when needing to do something on the computer it’s necessary to ask some six year old girl. Feeling like a genius when some kid showed me how to turn the dam thing on. After a little Air Force time, did some commercial flying, the last job, ferrying passengers from Germany to the Middle East. And that only due to losing my job. A job with the esteemed title of:: ‘errand boy’ working for the highest money winning gambler in the country, which probably makes it the world. Mister William Duarte. He decided to leave for some better gambling locations in heaven somewhere. A man of such integrity, a person who knew how to get things done, a person who could not be bought for any reason. It can only be described as unfortunate that he became a gambler. If we could have had him for President, we’d now have a real great country. His honor perhaps instilled in him by the Marine Corp. where he was chosen as a guard for President Eisenhower. Of course, a ‘Jar Head’ it was necessary for me to endure forty two years worth of ridicule for being a ‘pussy airman.’ Me being the only employee of his, he always had three, that lasted more than one year. A word of advice to the wise guys. The biggest problem monied people have is finding employees they can trust and rely on. That happens to be a German trait. About the only thing I can be gratefull for in being raised German and further, being as square as a cardboard box. No partying, smoking, drinking, womanizing or have any of the unsightly tattoos that convey a bad impression on employers. My work schedule went from daybreak to dark, building houses, 365 days a year, to bringing my boss a cup of coffee and a newspaper in the morning, than having all day off, every day, and make double the money I did from building houses. Except for Tuesday, square up day with the bookmakers. Taking from a half hour to an hour. The lowest money ever carried to or picked up, $300,000. Only getting robbed once at gun point, in Memphis on Overton Square. By some quirk, the lowest money I ever had on me. $2,900.

At that, we only worked for three month stretches, mostly only two, but never more than three. Than take three months off. Explaining being able to build seven airplanes, when the average EAAer does one in a lifetime. My next, a three quarter P-51 Mustang.

Due to making my living in the gambling world over forty years time, having a wild crazy adventurous life, I now write books about that period. For about a year I’d be in the library every day. Than discovered the Flying J truck stop on SR 524 and I-95 in Cocoa. Much more interesting, meeting people, nice conversations, sometimes four and five in a day. And of course, selling a book in the process.

It also became noticeable that about a dozen cars would be there every day. Especially the ones with women sitting in them. Getting into conversations with them did not take long. They are homeless. For me, shocking to imagine a woman living in a car. A couple quite graphic about how they do it, considering hygiene and all. Explaining that the women’s shelter are all full. No more room.

The most interesting one, detailing, penny by penny, how her business collapsed. Thanks to one of Obama’s moves. A whole book could be written on that one. People interested enough can come visit her and hear it for themselves. In the era I grew up in, finding a homeless woman would have been impossible. The men of then, treasured and took care of their women. That was automatic, 100%. As merely living and just getting by became more costly we began seeing women on jobs. That transition, going from none, to what we now have, took about twenty years. Endless cause and effect commentary abounds. Not that any of it matters. What we have is what we have. For me, it became a bit more striking upon meeting the truck stop girls. And to think this is only one little truck stop in one little community. What must it be like in heavily populated areas across the country. Mind boggling to me is wondering how anyone can embrace socialism. Never mind that it has not worked a single time for any period it has been tried in the two hundred thirty five times. Recent history at that. Not ancient history.

Such people have no idea what put us in the situation we are in. It’s so simple. Get rid of all the governmental edicts and programs that stifle the economy. Bring the country back to the capitalist system it was when I was a youngster and then, once again, the men can make enough money to take care of their women. It’s almost amusing to hear some women, and men also, right up to idiots like Biden, railing about the very things that cause the problems they are complaining about.

I felt certain a normal looking middle age democrat woman at the library began fuming to the point she was about to punch me in the face upon offering my opinion that the wonderful programs she bragged about would only lead to another 1929 depression. What is there to guess about? It’s already been proven.

That incident right there demonstrates one of our failures. We can no longer discuss anything in a civilized manner. We better learn how to or we will be sorry. Just like the stubborn thick headed Germans were. That should not be us. We are Americans. Or should that be: We were.

Despite what people think, there were some good Germans. Honorable. Trustworthy. industrious. hard working. self supporting. The opposite, lazy, thieving, corrupt, whose word meant nothing. A tiny minority. The good Germans were too busy to so much as even notice them. Until:

It was too late.

Gradually, those thieving maggots began crawling in to take everything away from the good Germans. Their biblical guidebook teaching how to do that; written by Karl Marx. Americans assume he was a Russian communist. Not only German, Jewish besides. Another lazy ‘louse’ as the Germans say it, whose father, like Hitler’s, threw him out of the house for being a lazy bum. Hitler never held a job in his life. His only noteworthy endeavor, two years in the Army, not getting higher than Corporal. These kind of people become bitter when seeing others with things they are not willing to put the effort into getting. Despite the Germans not being as stupidly TV dumbed down as Americans are, probably because there was no TV, the low lifes, ‘untermenchen’ in German, accomplished their goal by force. Beginning in what became known as the beerhall peutch. Hitler promised the lazy masses a free house and a new VW in every driveway. Sound familiar? They got a bomb dropped there instead. My own grandmother ran out of a building, tripped, fell into molten ash fault and became cooked to death. My other grandmother, living in a tiny picturesque mountain village, at 100 yrs. old, still grew her own food, chopped firewood for the winter, totally self sufficient her entire life. I’d be over every spring to help with getting the garden started, and in the fall to help chop the firewood. On on occasion wandering into the forest to gather kindling, getting arrested for trespassing on the Monarchs land. About a million hectares worth. Making it just one minor reason of 982 that people who have no appreciation for living in America, should ask me about. I did help Granny for at least thirty years. Such an enjoyable woman to be around. I’d spend every Christmas with her. Causing some blowouts with my own wife. With her warped left leaning mind, I did not want to be in the same state with her. Which was Massachusetts at the time. Much too small. Texas or California, maybe. Much rather listen to Granny, rail against Nazi’s and communists. At a hundred, lived to be a hundred and ten, ready willing and able to take her ax to hunt down ex-Nazi’s and communists. Getting even more personable for me. My mother, and outspoken Nazi hater, wound up in a Nazi jail. Would have died there, were it not for the Americans.

It is too much for my little retarded brain to imagine our venerable FBI and CIA could be politically corrupted. That there is a single American, growing up with American ideals, that our founding fathers fought so bravely to engineer, not a word of which is being taught, not even in colleges, is utterly impossible. Or is it? That there is a single American, who can publicly say they are a Marxist, like our own new vice President, after Marxism plunged half the world into the dark ages, for the past hundred years, is unbelievable. They need to visit Russia, as I did, to see the empty store shelves in GUM, the largest shopping mall in the world. Or go to Cuba, and stand in a long line on Thursdays to buy potatoes, or rice on Tuesdays. Wonder what they would say then? They would not care. They’d only brag about gaining the power over everything. Just like the Castro crews do.

Personally, I’m not going to wait until I’m my grandmothers age to sharpen my ax. History has now repeated itself in America. Let us hope, Americans will not need to learn the lesson in as difficult a way as the stubborn thick headed Germans did. Although we are doing a pretty good job of destroying our own cities, don’t need any ICBM’s to do it.

Interestingly, it is precisely Germany now that is giving me a little hope. Their standard of living far exceeds ours. We have dropped from number one, to number twenty seven and still falling, more now than ever. They found out the hard way what Socialism accomplishes. Germany is now 100% capitalist. We are no longer. Able to happen in a centuries old authoritarian system, than it can happen in America.

Being a natural born cynic, the guy writing this does not believe anything. Not even 10% of what he hears and less than half of what he sees. For many years I scoffed at the suggestion that the media is controlled by the Left. To me, news broadcasting is a business only interested in ratings and making money. A virus manipulated for political gain? Totally absurd. But now, after talking to perhaps a thousand people, who have made the comment, “the virus is all Trumps fault” I found out that man is even more or a genius than I thought. Knew he was a good business man that could get things done, but did not know he was that powerful.

This German story, that is the absolute truth, after all, I grew up there, I put on Facebook. By the time I scrolled down, looking at girlie pictures, my favorite, a lady named Erica, a very common German name, next to Marie, like two of my Aunts were named, hoping that she might be German and like me. (ha ha) She does have a stern facial expression, typically German, praying she will have posted one more picture. To no avail. Some silly woman got into my computer and erased all my pictures. And then, much worse, Lady Erica did not like my comments, despite all being complimentary. She flamed me and threatened to ‘unfriend me’ Who he hell can figure women out. Certainly not I. By the time I scrolled back up to the beginning, my German story was gone.

They just might make a believer out of me yet. That we are being manipulated by the media. I would now be able to come up with a hundred examples. For one, I did five seasonal working tours in the Middle East, flying passengers from Germany to their Club Med. As a side point of interest, I met the owner of that company, Herr David Schmidt, when overhearing German being spoken in a Miami Beach café. They did not not ask to see a license, any log books, no rating certificates, no medical papers, not what typed in, nothing. He asked at one point my experience. I only answered: “US Air Force, four active, two inactive” The next words I heard; “Can please you come tsu verk wiz us?” That’s the reputation the US Air Force has in the world. When people say; ‘thank you for your service’ I interrupt; “you have that backwards. It’s me who must do the thanking. My Mid East experience does not begin to describe what I owe the Air Force for.

So I was not a tourist. I lived in the Middle East. Everything I made a comment about on Facebook, was true. I used no derogatory language. Five times, on any comment I made about the Middle East, a notice popped up; ‘against community standards. you can make no more comments for thirty days’ or whatever my punishment came to. Since I am no longer allowed to have any opinion, I’m slowly learning to keep my mouth shut. Not just on Facebook. I have been in some serious arguments with democrats, set up outside the library on campaign tables.

Personally, I won’t need to have America great again. I’d settle for just getting back the America I grew up in. But how are we going to get that done?

I caught a spot on Google, for an example of what we are up against. “Trump concedes there was no voting fraud and concedes the election”

Stunned, I called a friend who is more entuned than myself. He enlightened me; “That is not what he said. He said: “Yes, if there was no fraud, than I concede Biden won.”

This is how bad the ‘Fake News’ can get. It almost cost us all of our lives. Thanks to the German company I worked for, we made many visits to Russia. As well as many other countries. The ‘arms race’ was all America’s fault. It could have been prevented. Though costing many trillions of dollars, and now costing more to dismantle the silos, the money cost is nothing compared to what almost did happen. Krueschev’s speech at the UN is what touched it off. All we heard on the news; “we will bury you” Even myself, as a youngster, wondered, ‘how can a world leader ay such a thing’ He did say that all right. The media simply quoted him up to the last word. They left off the word; ‘economically’ All America needed to do is stay one missal behind the Russians. But thanks to the media, that did not happen.

Alas, Americans are waking up. If all the people I’m running into who use the words; ‘fake news’ is any indication. There may be some hope yet. We might also wonder, with the fraud that has been uncovered, so far, that is irrefutable, how much has been successfully kept secret. Probably about the same ratio of the ordinary criminals that have been caught compared to the ones still on the lose.

Just one question left to answer. How many more Americans are needed to wake up in order to save the country and not let history repeat itself on to the conclusion?

That’s for this year alone. Hopefully there are not many people around as gullible as I am. The ones who are left would do well to read this story.

Also being inflicted with a philosophy contrary to some people. Me believing money is the root of all good. What is someone like that supposed to do when he opens his mail and sees a check for $3,900. Along with a note that reads: ‘You will receive $600 for seven weeks. Deposit the check, take your first six hundred, give the rest to the installer who will put an advertising Red Bull banner on your truck.’

The first red flag flying. Perhaps due to actually having a trailer truck, it blocked me from seeing the flag. It would have been easy enough to call Red Bull. Especially since that trailer truck has never done any trailer trucking. It’s just an old fifty three foot furniture box hauled by a Cat powered Ford Aeromax to air shows. A portable airplane workshop. It did not occur to this lame brain that having a pick-up registered in Florida is what might have been the reason for the advertising promotion being described as, ‘putting a banner on your truck.’

Somehow, despite not being a very good little boy, the Gods above were looking out for me. As I lay the check down at the window to deposit, some angel whispered in my ear: “Ask her if she has a way to call the bank this check is drawn on to make sure it is good.” Very co-operatively she walked off for a minute or two, returning to say: “Yes, check is good, funds are there.” This bank: BB&T has to be the best bank in the country. Been with them for twenty five years. Switched when Bank of America swindled me out of five hundred dollars and have talked to many people who have had the same experience. At the time, Clark Howard, the talk show money Guru, sad he had a list o 4,280 people who filed a complaint against Bank of America. I called to say; “make me number four thousand two hundred and eighty one.” In twenty five years, not a single hitch or difficulty with BB&T. But that is only minor. I received a phone call one day. “This is BB&T Bank, are you in California?” “Me? In California? I don’t even know where California is.” “Someone in California is trying to hack your account.” “Did they get any money?” “No, that’s why we’re calling you, to see if it’s really you.” Simply astounding. Especially when considering money transactions are now in minutes, not days or weeks, like it used to be. And then, my little wonderful friendly BB&T angel behind the counter said: “You can deposit this check all right, but here is most likely what will happen. The installer will come, you will give him thirty three hundred dollars, he will disappear, the account will be instantly closed when the thirty nine hundred dollar check goes there, and then you will be out thirty three hundred dollars” All of a sudden it became obvious. A blind man would have been able to see the con. How stupid can one man be. Why would I need to pay the installer when one of the biggest companies in the world would ay their installer directly. I have a long record of rewarding people who do favors for me Corrupted certainly by a gentleman who was the biggest tipper in the world. One time giving a lady named Jackie in Commerce City Colorado, ten thousand dollars for a tip. With one sentence spoken, she saved him $317,000. The very least I could do for my BB&T angel is withdraw one thousand dollars and give it to her. Tried to, that should be. There was nothing I could do to force her into accepting it. There are two tellers in that bank. The other one, precisely my type, physically. Black hair. Latina face, olive skin, beautiful Spanish eyes. I come in one day, she says “hi, how are you?” I grin; answering; “fine if you give me some money.” She quipped; “not a good thing to say in a bank.” Probably due to her appeal, that I’d never make a comment about otherwise, that simple statement cured my hoof in mouth disease. I think about her all the time when I’m about to spout off something stupid. Who knows what that has saved me. Probably a lot more than just being conned out of thirty three hundred dollars.

attention all taxpayers

attention all shop keepers and business owners.

In the library I spotted a magazine with the headline: “The message is clear.! Policing in America must change”

I did not read the article so I may wind up eating my words. It does seem obvious anyhow what the theme is.

Let’s analyze some facts. Americans have more than any other people on earth. The poorest person in the ghetto is richer and has more things than the richest person just 200 years ago. A Bounty Hunter episode (Almost got run over) had Patti Mayo going after a single mother who obviously did not pay something she should have. She lived in a nice house. Twice what she can afford. The garage so full of things Pattie could not squeeze into her new big SUV to put the car back in the garage and roll the door down, out of extreme courtesy, nothing I would have done. She would have heard some choice words out of me. Don’t pay your bills you pay the piper, don’t get the idea to run a cop down.

As much as we have, and I for one have more than I’m entitled to.. A dozen vehicles, trucks, the biggest fifth wheel camper there is, seven airplanes, all homebuilts, including a jet, not homebuilt of course. Three ocean going sailboats. Kept on both coasts and Antalya Turkey. Not to mention personal homes, none rented out, in several states, Vienna Austria and the Caribbean, I happen not to want as much as I have. Am giving houses away. For one reason; paying the taxes is keeping me broke. Recently, gave one house to a son. He put a $380,000 mortgage on it, which he assured me he would not do. Upsetting me a little, despite him turning that 300 along with 400 of his own into five million in a years time, but does not overcome him not keeping his word.

All of us, which I guess would include me, could have double what we have, were it not for one item in the budget. So say not I. I’m quoting the economists. It’s the military slice. Given there are two billion people on the other side of the world who are determined to kill us, the military is one slice we cannot live without. Anyone who refutes this, has not driven up the Jersey Pike. Something I can no longer do. To see those square towers used to thrill me, for how it represented the country that does the impossible. Not to see them would make me sick. I now need to up US 1 and go over the Tappanzee bridge.

Now let’s look at what the GAO publishes every year. The military slice runs three or four up from the smallest, like funding for learning the mating habits of the snail darter. What is the biggest slice of discretionary spending, behind interest on the national debt, that nothing can be done about. Entitlements.

If our standard of living could double were we able to knock down the military, what would happen if we could whittle down the entitlements, even just a little. Unfortunately, we have people and politicians who not only do not want to lower it but increase it. All just to get votes and be able to pull all the ropes. Too dumb and power hungry to know they would wind up with nothing, as has happened in 235 socialist countries,

What would happen if we could prevent thousands of nice new police cars from being burned and destroyed. Somebody had to buy them. Hard working taxpayers. What would happen if we could prevent main street shops and businesses from being looted and destroyed. Things hard working dedicated people spend lifetimes to develop, all due to lazy worthless dregs who find working on a job rather inconvenient.

I grew up in World War Two. No childhood for me. No toys. Never mind toys. We had not enough food. Hungry all the time. I scratched through garbage cans trying to fin any morsel of anything that resembled food. Had to work from the time of getting out of diapers. That’s if mother had any diapers. Than a miracle happened. I got into heaven. Not the one upstairs,. The one with the prefix USA in front of it. I love America. I think for some pretty good reasons. Just for being able to build airplanes is reason enough. My father was a slave on a Monarchs plantation in Bavaria. The first paying job of his life at age 40, in the Queens Mid-Town tunnel, as a laborer pushing a broom at half the prevailing minimum wage. He became a millionaire. A multi millionaire, as public records can verify. It was not he or his hard work that did it. It was America that did it to him.

What did it cost to have a million people march on Washington. For just one tiny example. Had that same money been in an investment fund, those million people would now be on easy street. Had the money spent to destroy our cities gone into something that could make money, where would they be. Even as individuals, a person who wants to get ahead, needs to spend all his time developing something that will make money. At ten years old I was cutting grass and doing whatever I could for neighbors to get money. Built my first house, without any mortgage of course, at age 16, as public records show and on Google Earth. By 18, had at least a million dollars worth of property.

People who riot and protest are merely sicko’s who want to feel important because of their own inequities and having not accomplished a thing else in life. They are nobodies who relish the prospect of being heard. There is no reasoning or making any sense with such people. But if we do not stop the madness that is enveloping our country, we will lose our country.

I am what is commonly described as a cancer survivor. Not that I’ve spent more than a few minutes thinking about it. I only know if the medics had not caught it early, like in a six month window, they said, this would not now be written. It’s been a few years. Every check comes up rosy. PSA going down instead of up.

Isn’t there a similarity to the cancer that is infecting our country. Had it been cut out early, we would not now be facing all the destruction and it’s costs in real money.

Something or someone is keeping the police hands tied behind their backs. It’s up to us to find out what and demand the cuffs be taken off them. I talk to police all the time. They are all American boys and girls. They were raised with American ideals and principles. There is not a prayer of a chance a single cop in America can be brainwashed into becoming a sadistic monster leading to a totalitarian takeover. In fact, it’s just the opposite. If we do not cut this cancer out, it might just lead to a dictatorship. I’m beginning to believe that is precisely what some people have in mind. The question is only, how are we going to go about accomplishing that goal. There are people far more astute and smarter than I. Let’s hope they figure it out.

We are 5% of the world’s population, We use 55% of the world’s resources.

Should we not. Perhaps do not disserve to be so greedy. Or maybe the rest of the world should come out of the dark ages to grab their share. Maybe it would get us closer to developing space trucks and equipment to mine other planets for the raw material we need on earth. May sound far fetched, but it will come. For a reason, the earth has only one renewable resource, which is wood.

Genetically, dark is dominant over light. There have been twice as many white people slaughtered, abused and taken as slaves by dark people, than dark people taken as slaves by whites. Happening thanks to the Asian Mongols having a secret weapon. Being on the massive Asian steppes they bred horses. That gave them mobility. Something the Europeans did not have. The Europeans had to come up with a defense. There is no castle in Europe that is not within sight of another castle.

When the invasions by the Mongols or Muslims began, the whole town moved up into the castle after the light signal made by a fire flashed across Europe. Anyone visiting a castle will quickly see why a castle could not be broken into.

At one point or another every country in Europe had been a world power. Even tiny Portugal. The exception was Germany. A little fly in the ointment for them. A very ferocious fly called America. Spanish the biggest. British the smallest and weakest. They had to come with the best of the best. They succeeded and built the strongest of all the empires the sun never set on.

The same techniques that built empires rich people use to get richer. Of course there are exceptions to every rule, but basically, more fly’s are caught with honey than vinegar. America being the greatest in history with that doctrine. During a recent conversation that got into WW11 I made a comment about how much larger Germany was before the war. The Russians for one grabbed a big chunk. What is now Kaliningrad was a major German port in Prussia.

“And what did the US get?” my friend asked. “Nothing” I answered. Than thought a moment. “Come to think about it, the US got the most. By not being greedy and mean, as the other countries were. Germany and Japan are our most powerful economic allies. We may have a few too many wasteful people but American companies burn the midnight oil to control waste. If they don’t, the competition will. Get the business and make the money. It’s that conservative survival instinct inbred in Europeans that built America. My own father for one example. Along with fifty million more. He did not arrive in America penniless. He owed $75 to a sponsor. At least we did own the clothes we were wearing and not a thing more.

Three years later, he was financially independent. Ten years, a multi millionaire. Anyone who doubts that can google Massachusetts Barnstable county registry of deeds. John and Gertrude Bauer. Just John Bauer is me. My wife at the time, being against making money, and dispising the Air Force, her head polluted with end of the world store up treasures in heaven nonsense, I could not trust her and put nothing in her name. Last I checked, the world is still here, sixty years later and she still lives in poverty in the little house I built her when we divorced.

My father’s record has millions in property deeds. Myself, by age 18, at least a million. Having two waterfront properties, one in the Blue Water Shores section and the other on Deer Pond. I paid no cash for either one. Worked them off from developers. Blue Water Shores piece sold for two million. I ran out of money at $100,000 and had to put a loan of $27,000 on it. The only mortgage I ever had. Totally against our culture to borrow money. When father learned of my loan he became quite perturbed.

I had a tab at Falmouth Lumber for $50,000. Along with Grossmans lumber, where I did not even ask to run a tab. When my bill came to more than I had, telling the cashier, the manager, Herb Kornbleit, overheard it and said “give him whatever he wants” I didn’t think the guy even knew me. Upon discovering, which I attempted to hide from my father, my debts, he paid everything off. He did not do so for me. He was not about to let a black mark get on his families name in his new country that had been so good to him. Easy enough to understand how he felt. The first paying job of his life, at age 40, came from the Queens Midtown Tunnel as a laborer, pushing a broom. Coming from being a slave on a Bavarian Monarchs plantation, where his pay was being able to use one quadrat meter of land, out of a couple thousand hectares the Monarch owned, to grown his own cabbage.

Germany had a caste system, still does actually, but dying, to rival all European countries and china where one is and will be there for the rest of his life all dictated by the name he was born with. In Germany, anyone with Von in his name is the elite and anyone putting it there without it being in the bloodline will get prosecuted. Like for one example; General Von Paulis, the brillient strategist who pulled off miracles, got blasted.

Going from slave to millionaire in my lifetime. Only in America. Someday I may learn the American definition of the word injustice. Have heard the word many times but still have not been shown one single example of it. There is one great thing that Bavarian peasant slave had going for him when he began to battle all the injustice in America.

There was at least one thing that comes to mind. However, given his name; Bauer, being the lowest on the German totem pole, he was not allowed to attend school. What good is a person unable to read and write his own language, never mind English, and worse, his only skill, tending cows and growing cabbage, to an American company. To identify the slave plantation in German needs only an N on the end of my name; ‘dei bauern’ He did have a day job also. In the Montiviori hospital. Making beds. Getting paid less than half the going minimum laborers wage. His first lucky break in America. No minimum wage laws then. If there were, he’d have had no job. Then, he had the next break. He did not need anything. He had his freedom. Way more than enough for him.

There is one little detail about making money few Americans are aware of. Hard work does not make money. To be a dedicated conscientious hard worker is commendable but that does not make money. Education is marvelous. But it does not make money. If it did, there would be a lot of rich college professors. And from what I hear about what they teach our youngsters, I need to question their intelligence.

In America, it’s money that makes money.

I had about 16 uncles and a dozen aunts. They all made it to America. All blue collar skilled machinists, engineers, well paid factory workers in Detroit. Their combined total assets did not come to 10% of my fathers, not even mine. My uncles preached to me all the time about training for a good factory job. Well meaning of course, but did not turn out to be the direction my life took. And my poor father could not even count to a hundred. Did not know how to read a ruler. I had to do all his interpreting in business. Trying to explain anything to him about lawyers, deeds, title searches would have been useless. I had just turned 15 when I needed to address a town zoning meeting to plead our case for business zoning on a ten acre main street property. Perhaps the deal that popped my father up to the sixteenth largest taxpayer in town. Anyone interested enough to learn the step by step sequence that led up to being number 16 can read my book. And my father probably the least successful of the people who came from the same background. He did not possess the same money making acumen of say the Jews who came from even worse conditions. My father had no plan. No dream. Did nothing with any intentions. All he wanted to do is find enough ground to grow enough cabbage to make sauerkraut. And indeed. For about a year, we had sauerkraut for breakfast, lunch and dinner. So it was not really he that made him rich. It was America that did it. So anyone reading his story should do much better with a deliberate plan.

Right now I’m in a truck stop. The best internet around. There most of the day every day. Whatever I buy I take n change, even if it’s a $9 buffet meal I flipped a twenty in for. At the same time, take the gril off the ice machine to scoop up the ice that people dump out of their cups when they put too much in. I cant stand seeing the ice go to waste. I was in McDonalds at I-95 and SR 520. Miss Kelly, the manager can verify this. A customer came out of the men’s room screeching about the floor being wet. “Don’t give it a thought Miss Kelly” I said. My truck happened to have the tools and a wax ring in it. I fixed the leak. Can’t count the number of times I’ve heard the water running in a public bathroom, took the tank lid off to adjust the plunger, unable to stand anything being wasted. Miss Linda Polanski, owner of the Clay hotel on Miami Beach, where I have a permanent little cubby hole for a room when I get to the beach. When I passed her office one day she yelled for me to come in. “Every time you’re here my water bill takes a plunge. I’m beginning to think yu have something to do with that.” I assumed she was insinuating I do something to jimmy the meter. I would not tell that every time I hear water running I track the leak down and fix it. Not doing such things for a pat on the back, I do it for me.

At one point a Wendy’s employee in the truck stop tells me I cannot take the ice. I paid no attention. A couple days later she tells me again. Bothering me is her having no conception about not letting the piles of ice going to waste, despite me telling her I don’t want the ice going to waste. People of her type have a different set of values. To them, a boom box playing RAP disks and renting jacked up car rims is more important than saving money to invest in something that can make money. If that’s what someone wans. Fine. We live in a free country. But then don’t complain about other people having money and some kind of injustice being the reason for not succeeding. No one is entitled to anything, for any reason. And it further bothered me that it did not occur to her that for being spoken to as I was that I may no longer get anything from Wendy’s. I get everything from the Flying J side. So for a couple kopecs worth of ice she cost her company many dollars in sales. Here is a woman, on the IQ level, far above my father. No chance for her to ever become financially independent never mind rich. It all happening for him just because he could not waste anything.

The reason for requesting Italian parents is simple enough. Leonardo DeVinci was the smartest person who ever lived. Why do people assume it to be Einstein? He only knew some theoretical physics. DeVinci designed the first airplane. When his plans were discovered and the design built it flew five hundred feet higher and a mile further than the Wright Brothers airplane.

My second choice: French. Due to the romantic image of everything French. Guess I was not good enough to qualify for either one. They wound up giving me German parents. Not making me very happy. With good reason. Germans are sheeples. Nobody there does anything without being told and given permission. One of the reasons American Hillbilly Rednecks and Cowboys were able to defeat the most powerfull military machine ever developed.

Being raised in such an environment can make anyone a little abstinent. The word ‘permission’ does not fit my narrative. Having grown up there, I knew better than make any noise in Germany. Unlike American Harley noise makers, their BMW’s run silently. There are no police or fire sirens. Bus tires are engineered not to make any road friction noise. The only sound coming from the three hundred mile an hour ICE train is do to the wind vortex the train creates. There is no working on ones house during the week-end. No lawn mowers. No blowers. No saws. Not much auto traffic as everything is closed for the whole week-end. Not sure what would happen to someone yelling at a friend accross a parking lot or down an isle in a supermarket, as can be heard every day in America. He’d at the least be in for a good reprimand.

So, when I got pulled over for a trailer tail light out, I did not need to be told I better not raise my voice when responding to the cops questions. Hopefully, no one visiting Germany will be deceived by their appearance. Loose fitting wrinkled uniform, shoes not shined. The gun, if a cop has one, will be hanging at an angle that looks like it will fall off. Not told this, but clear to me it is deliberate, to shake off the image of the sharp Nazi uniforms.

Despite the stumble bum appearance, were someone to raise a hand intending to shove or slap the cop, before the hand would be able to make contact, that person would be dead. As in dead dead. So I knew enough not to contradict the cop about any point in our conversation.

But then, stupid me, with hoof in mouth disease, said only this; “Sir, this would never happen in America”

He went from being Mister Jeckel to monster Hyde. “Herroff!” “Du gaist yetst vek, im auto, so fhort!!” Obediantly, I get into his car. He takes me to the airport. While my rig is sitting on the side of the road, which got towed off to the impound. “You!!” “Be on the next plane out. Not one to America. Does not matter to where, South Pole, does not matter, if I come back, and an airplane left, and you are still here, you will then have a problem!” “But Sir, I do not have the money for a ticket”

“Does not matter. Call someone with a credit card, you be gone!!!”

One would think such a person would learn a lesson the first time. It happened to me twice.

Fortunately, being raised in America, from age fourteen, having American ways, unable to stand their lunacy, when younger, I would taunt them deliberately. Of course, without ever raising my voice or making any movement or gesture that could get me killed or put on a work farm as they have no jails. The work farm over there does not mean picking up trash on the side of the road. For one reason, there is no trash to pick up. Anyone caught tossing so much as a cigarette but on the ground will wind up in the work farm, where he will be on some construction site, mixing concrete or smashing rocks.

Should it not be easy enough to understand how a youngster coming from such a lunatic asylum to the land of the free, might go a little loony himself. The land where he can say whatever he wants. My own mother wound up in a Nazi jail. Everyone in the family knew that but no one knew why. I asked my precious little Taunta Hedwich why. She answered; “auch Chunny, you haf no idea what it was like then, If the Gestapo got the idea you were thinking wrong thoughts, you’d be in jail. Getting caught actually saying something wrong and you would disappear.”

The driving age at the time was sixteen. At age fourteen, I built a hot rod nothing could touch. Not even were police cars able to. A thirty four Ford chopped and channeled, three ninety two Chrysler hemi, in front of a Cadillac Lasalle tranny. When the cops finally boxed me in, one cop said to the other; “let’s get out of here before this thing blows up, and you, go home and be a good boy, don’t let us catch you again”

I could see no sense in having a license. Not even after getting stopped by the Wareham Massachusetts police. When the cop ran me and came back to my car, he asked; “how come you don’t have a license?”

“I will get one Sir, first chance I get”

“For twenty five years you have been trying to get the chance?!!!” he screeched, tearing me out of the car, cuffed me, tossed me into his car like a sack of potatoes and off to jail I went for a well disserved little vacation. Not getting caught again in twelve years, in Miami. And right now, as this is being written, do not have a license.

I have also been arrested, in San Francisco, Denver, Boston, Miami and Key Largo, For building without a permit. The latest in Vero Beach. The police finding a ticket on me from 1976. The ticket: Driving too slow on I-75 going by Naples. The cop lied. A ten thousand hour airplane driver does not need a speedometer to tell him how fast he’s going. I was doing a rock steady fifty five. He put forty four on the ticket. Never paid that one either.

The fees and interest accrued over thirty years came to much more than it cost me to sit in jail for a couple days. I certainly never intended to be such an incorrigible misfit. It’s a little difficult to make time for beau acracies and governmental edicts when life in America is so exciting. I needed an extra eight hours every day just to keep up with my basic interests. Building airplanes for one, having done seven so far. All from plans, no fabricated parts. My dream bird, a three quarter P-51. A typical EEA-er does about one in a lifetime.

Given what I came from, one would think I could be accorded just a tiny bit of all this ‘white privilege’ I hear so much about. But it was not to be. Can’t remember how many times arrested and treated like a bank robber, one time the cuffs so tight my arm ached for six months. That one by the Vero Beach cops.

No one needs to tell me what a screw up I am. The next person who wants to will need to stand in a long line. My girl friend minces no words when reminding me. My son has been telling me about all the things I do wrong, screeching to me about all of societies rules since he’s ten years old. At least one good thing came out of my aberrant ways. He is insanely methodical about making sure every I is dotted and T crossed.

No one knows how stupid I am better than myself. That does not keep me from knowing that a society cannot function by having different rules for renegade Germans who cannot take orders. Unless, from the man I worshiped. My C/O Major Donald E. Hall. Were he to say ‘jump’ I’d only respond with ‘how high Sir’ Nor can society have different rules for any other group. Given what chaos we have now, imagine what life would be like if a group, like, say, the Muslims. could do what they want. In their religion it’s perfectly proper to snatch an infidel female off the sidewalk, rape and kill her, and marry six year old little girls. Osama Bin Laden had 126 children by 30 or 40 wives. And they want to bring that to America?

What we have is bad enough, as the definition of the word ‘chaos’ aptly describes; ‘Fathers day in the hood.’ Despite all my run-ins’ with the police, it infuriates me to hear people rail against them. And even civilized people try to white wash their narrative with there being only a few bad cops. I need to forgive them since they know nothing about Nazi Germany. There is no such thing as a bad cop in America. There is no jurisdiction where a prejudiced sadistic person could pass the psychological analytical tests to be a cop. Not to mention, the weakest person there is needs to be pretty brave to be a cop in America today and even that cop is protecting me. So right now I am pretty angry. To merely see someone flip a bird at a cop, is unacceptable, beyond showing what a low life, uncultured, discusting moron such a person is. How about the defunding activists who called 911 because of a burglar in her house. I just wish they would attempt to pull off their anti cop nonsense in Germany.

I used to taunt and ridicule the police over there. I have now come a hundred and eighty degrees around. Their system works better than ours. How can Americans see pictures of burned out and smashed police cars and not become enraged. There is already too much crime. All those police cars destroyed means that much less area that can be patrolled. We should at least get to know who or what is keeping the police hands tied behind their back. It’s time to find out, fight back and let the police end this madness.

We are of course, in pretty bad shape. We even had a President who said; which I heard live, so it was not misquoted, “the rioting must continue to bring change”

“You f___n idiot!!!”

There is nothing in America that needs to be changed. Nothing.!! We are continually hearing the word ‘injustice’ But yet to be given one single example of anything that can keep someone from getting ahead. My own father, a Bavarian peasant, who was not allowed to attend school, for his name being low class, along with thousands just like him, came to America, penniless, and became a millionaire. No. Multi millionaire. Probably because he did not cry about any phony injustice and burn police cars.

An email arrived from a good friend in Miami, Graham, who continually finds information that is enlightening and sometimes hilarious. The first shot of this one reads only: ‘The book has finally arrived!’ Scroll to next scene; man sitting at a table, head resting on the elbow, deep in study. About three inches of the book left to go, with three feet of the book over the side on the floor. Next scroll down reads; ‘This book will help you to understand women’ Not MAKE a man understand, only help him.

One factor in making it difficult enough to require over 14,000 pages is the fact, like snowflakes, no two women are the same. They range from the sweetest lovable little sex kittens, to the most evil sadists that ever lived. Like for one, Irma Ida Grese during Nazi rule. A guard in the woman’s block at Auswitz and Ravensbruc, then chief of women’s bloc in Bergan Belsen. In 1945 tried by the British for the most violent crimes against humanity, sentenced to death by hanging. At age 22, making her the youngest women ever to be executed. There were many such women. Most were 300 pound bull dykes. Irma, a slim short girl with good figure that could have been good looking.

Somewhere in between are the con artists. Running into my first around age 20 and have since established a flawless perfect 100% record. Currently upon discovering Facebook. Not that I was savvy enough to catch on by myself. My girl friend put me there to begin with. Along with her picture and the caption; ‘can’t wait to become Mrs. John Bauer’ For me to be bold enough to imagine she put it there to shake off all the other women chasing me there would need to be such women. There is not even one.

There was a friend of hers who made a play. A person as deceitful as anyone can get. She only wound up making me some money, by causing me to write a book; ‘Price of Deceit’

My girl friend, whose last text read; ‘when are we going to get hitched?’ has given me four books. None of which would have come to be were it not for her. Beginning with the book; ‘Battered’ getting the best revues. Her story about dealing with a violent, abusive, possessive jealous husband. The only woman in my lifetime to make me money.

Those kind of men get the exact opposite results of what they fight for. Not in the book is the part of him smashing the door to my apartment open and destroying the place. Fortunately, she was not in it when he found out where she had gone into hiding. She had walked down to the nearby 7/11 for a coffee. On the way back, she spotted his car in front of the apartment and dialed 911. So instead of getting her back, he got some jail time. He makes me look like a puny little weakling. Twenty five years younger than I am and without any doubt, better looking. On top of all that, has money. They lived in a million dollar house. The family quite rich. Make me look like a pauper anyhow.

The Lady’s name is Carmen. Many of my readers have already met her. Except her. She refused to read the book. Perhaps too emotional for her. Every time I’d propose to her, she had a simple one word answer; “NO” And then, when her divorce finalized, she says something quite the opposite on Facebook.

She is the most humble, non materialistic I have ever met. At one point, she said something rather poignant that touched me, the beginning of me falling in love with her. I made a simple comment about being so humble for being such a little sexpot. “I’ll tell you how humble” she said “there were eleven of us in a two room Brooklyn apartment. We all got long. We were all happy. Then I met my husband. Every day I had to listen to him tell me how lucky I was that he took me out of the ghetto into luxury. I kept getting more miserable every day.”

I did not know Brooklyn was a ghetto to begin with. I lived in a lower East Side German ghetto. Ludlow Street off Delancy to be exact. Ha an aunt in Queens. To us, Brooklyn was the Ritz. Guess Carmen and I had more in common than I thought.

A little cute how we met. On one of her runs escaping her husband who continually slammed her around beating her up, she crashed with a friend who happened to be my tenant. All of which I discovered later on and eventually had an encounter. She’s five feet, one hundred pounds. He’s two hundred and fifty. I asked him why he couldn’t pick on someone his own size and then threatened to kill him if he touches her again. I’m no he-man. One seventy pounds. I don’t fight fair. I just fight to win.

One day I get a call. A woman whose voice I did not recognize. As soon as she said hello, I asked; “You wanna make fifty bucks in the next half hour?” I had a prospective tenant on his way to look at an apartment the previous tenant left in shambles, besides stealing all my furniture after owing three months rent. She answered rather snidely; “yeah, I can guess doing what” “Clean an apartment” came the instant explanation. She attacked that apartment like a little beaver and came to within five minutes of finishing when the new tenant arrived. On our way back to her friend Dianna’s apartment, I ducked into mine to get her fifty dollars. She simply walked in behind me and sat down. We talked and talked the rest of the day, on into the night. Never before had I experienced such a nice conversation and never before did I fall so deeply in love. It’s been seven years since that fateful day. Not yet married but soon will be. So far we have been too busy traveling, having fun, enjoying life. She is a feisty little sex pot all right but I’d still feel the same if she were frigid. I’d rather sit in a chair across from her, just talking, than do everything there is to do with any other woman I’ve known or seen.

We have had our brawls. Her being a hot headed Puerto Rican. I remember our first fight. Making it the first time in my life I went chasing after a woman running away from me. I caught her. Wrapped my arms around her waist as she leaned back, saying, ‘Darling, did we have our first fight?”

One of the reasons I’ve always been addicted to Latina’s. As fast as they flare up, they come down, hugging and kissing. I was married at age sixteen. Any time I did something my wife didn’t like she wouldn’t speak to me for a month. One time, after at least a couple weeks of the silent treatment, I asked; “now what hair you got across your ass?”

“How could you?” she sulked.

“How could I what?”

“How could you” her lips quivering “how could you pick up a hitchhiker with me in the car?”

We were coming home from the movies. In the winter. About ten degrees out. No traffic on icy streets. I see a young kid with his thumb out. A young kid probably older than myself. “Why you Bitch!” I fume “what if that were your kid!?”

A typical religious hypocrite. On another occasion, anxious to show off my beautiful wife, and beautiful she was and still is, don’t know how we got into a night club, where the MC told an off color joke. Nothing raunchy. Just a little too strong for a prude. She slammed her fist down on the table, saying as loud as she could; “I don’t have to take this!!!” and stormed out.

I’d take the trashiest street girl who had banged three hundred and seventy five men before I’d get involved with a pius, religious virgin prude. This may sound good to some men but it was not. Due to my employment, I have never been in one location longer than a three month stretch. Most often less, but never more than three months. Had a new girl friend every three months. Taking the best of all of them, would not match the excitement Carmen gives me at her worst. That’s what happens when a man finds that most special one.

When messages from women began appearing on my Facebook page, an idea hit me. To turn the tables on them. When the conversation got around to what I did for a living, it would be “sell books” “Wow” the girls would say; “wow, an author” I mean, that’s what I thought they would say and buy a book. After a couple years and more women than I can count, my record is holding up at 100% perfect. I have not sold one book to those kind of women.

So, with so much experience, another idea gelled. To write a book about how to detect the tiny clues that expose a woman who is hustling. Not much inclined to put any finishing touches on a woman’s hustling program, who is more likely than not, a man in Ceylon or Bangledesh, the only way to get the book is by a man calling 321-271-5290.