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TANNER

Getting into trouble in the Middle East, with the exception of Turkey, is very easy. If a person is a Christian or an American, it’s almost assured. I did wind up up in a Turkish jail. Going through a time warp. Back to an 1850’s western cowboy jail To be accurate, it resulted from a barroom brawl. Had no money upon release. But did have the return ticket to heaven. The one with the prefix USA in front of it. It took three days. Getting the only food during that time on British Airways. Never appreciated British hospitality so much before. Hitch hiked from NY to my brother’s shop in Murfreesboro Tn. Feeling very lucky to catch him before he left in the morning. “Great! I’ve had nothing to eat for three days, you can buy me breakfast” Originally, we are from Germany. My brother also happens to have super human powers. He knows what I’m doing even from 4000 miles away. “No I will not!” he answered “you vant zu be a lazy bum running around the world chasing crazy vomans, buy your own breakfast”. I continued hitching to Miami, from where I finally escaped up to Cocoa, where I met an elderly gentleman, over 90, who seemed to be quite stuck. I ran him around doing his errands. Beyond paying bills, his only passion, the only thing he lived for, going to the Baptist Church on Merritt Island for free food and the Sharing Center for free lunch every day. Upon seeing all the volunteers running these operations, I snickered, despite one guy, Wesley, who happens to be Black, was a Navy man based on Aircraft carriers, ‘what crazy people wasting their time like this, nothing I’d ever do’. Then I began talking to some of them. They did not seem to be as crazy as I assumed. I thought about the difference between them and my own family. My brother is rich. Just paid five and a half million for a boat. A summer house on Cape Cod, two million, that his boat is parked behind. Winter house in Sarasota. His main house in Tennessee on 40 acres, ten million. I found myself in a real family I did not know I had. I must have become crazy also, wound up volunteering to fix bikes they give away to less fortunate people with no car. One day a fifty yr. old gentleman named Kurt came in, obviously down on his luck. One of the volunteers, named Henry, unable to find a better word, a phenomenally kind gentleman, with the most gentle soothing voice. A helicopter pilot in Nam, from where we had something in common, myself, Air Force Air Rescue. Only compared to Henry, I’m no gentleman. I saw him talking to Kurt, for at least an hour. When I walked past Henry a little later, I asked; “hey Henry, what did you think ah that dude?” Henry answered with only these words; “he’s a good man”. All I needed to hear. If that was Henry’s opinion. Good enough. I took Kurt home to stay in my house. There was a thirteen year old girl taken from her family by the police. Not in America. Another country. Her name was Ann Frank. Anyone who thinks that cannot happen in America, better think again. With Kurt staying in my house, his story began to unfold. From Missouri. A union electrician over twenty years. Making over fifty thousand a year. Myself being a construction man, familiar with all the trades, I quizzed him without him realizing my motive. He answered every question correctly. Obviously not a druggie. The mother of his child, named Tanner, causing him to lose his house, due to drugs, upon giving birth, she ran away. He had his son from the day they left the hospital. He took off to start a new life in Florida. Three and half year old Tanner began squirming to get out of the child seat. As Kurt reached back to shove him in, the van weaved. A cop happened to see it. He demanded to see the receipt for Kurt’s tools. There is not a tradesman in the country who will have the receipts for the tools he had purchased. Mine go into the can by the door as I leave Home Depot. There is always more to a story. i was not there. But this was the result. Since he could not produce the receipts the police said he stole the tools and impounded the van. His son was taken into child custody. I have taken him to the impound lot and the police station where the police have his tools. Guess the police are the only people who do not know that in America it’s impossible to make a living without a phone and a car and in a tradesman’s case, without his tools. To see a grown man crying literal tears is very disheartening. Kurt became an emotional basket case. I complete wreak He showed no concern about his van or tools. His insanity all around the son. As he is jumping through all the hoops, trying to get permission to see his son. Forty days later, still not even close. All because the police claim, with not one bit of proof, he stole the tools. The impound lot would not let him get any of his personal belongings until he comes up with, as of this writing, $1,300. How is he supposed to make that money without his tools. As usual with government, getting the opposite results of what they claim they are trying to achieve. In all this nightmare, he did get one lucky break. Henry, in one hour, was able to pull off some kind of Miracle. Kurt repeated every word he and Henry had in their conversation. Obviously Kurt was touched and impressed, getting his sanity back and able to start thinking clearly. A future blog may have the ending to this story which has not yet taken place. At this point, we have made several trips to the police station. I did not go in with him. But when he came out, he said the police were very nasty. The van is lost because the fee goes up every day at some severe amount. On that one, the police in Miami did the same thing to me. No one in Miami parks a car anywhere without searching for a no parking sign hidden behind a tree for at least a hundred yards. Excaliber towing could not find my beloved Mustang I had just restored to brand new. After twenty trips to that tow yard, I had no choice but to give up. The police acknowledged they had it impounded, so I had no choice but to conclude it was the police who stole it. The same thing happened to a van I had parked on private property when I went overseas. The tag expired. The van was towed and could not be found, getting brushed off by the police on every visit.

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FACT

Since the first one, governments have done whatever it takes to subdue the masses and be in control. In Germany’s case, murdering ten million people and causing a hundred and twenty million more to die. In Russia, under Stalin, twenty two million murdered. In Venezuela, total economic disaster. In America, not quite as bad. thanks to the most brillient men that ever lived. Our Founding Fathers. Ooops. I forgot. I’m no longer allowed to refer to them. They were evil white people. They only made the greatest country in history. Hacking out ways to make sure what happened in Germany cannot happen here. Sadly, evil people have infiltrated, finding ways to subvert that perfect government, doing now precisely what Germany did. That has the potential of killing more people than gas chambers could. ‘Those who do not study history are bound to repeat it.’ Our political and legal systems are both broken and are continually becoming more broken. How many people notice the contradictory information published. So much that I and many people no longer bother to turn on the news. In contradictions, one side is lying. The lie-ers know they are lying. but do not care, as long as they can get enough people to believe them. And look how many American sheeples swallow the lies. Covid is but one tiny example. How many people contracted it. I personally have come in close contact with at least fifteen, my own son for one. How many died. No one I knew. How many of those that did die, were from another cause but claimed to be covid cases. The truth is probably no more than in any other flue. If the mask could stop it, how did so many people catch it. Was the mask only a ploy to convince the sheeples? Was the economic destruction worth it? Or, maybe, was that part of the plan? Along comes a vaccine. Worth billions to Big Pharma. Out of which how many government officials and agencies get greased. Don’t anyone waste their breath to tell me there is no corruption. Myself and a gentleman named William Duarte got arrested on a gambling charge. We got away scot free, no record, by bribing a judge with $500,000. I wish now we had not done that, so there would be an official record. My brother, a news addict, is one of the sheeples that believes all the propaganda coming from government. The same person who denies there ever was a Jewish Holocaust. He took the vaccine. Said his “head blew up”, to use his words. The same day a woman died eight minutes after getting the shot. Now for the idiotic part. No one needs to tell me I am an idiot. I already know that. I had a girlfriend in Miami, Maria Alverez, who came from the Dominican Republic. I had a long standing sore throat, maybe two weeks, probably from doing something to her physically. She told me what to do. I’m an American with a big head. I’m going to listen to someone from a third world county? When she called in the morning, what could I say; “oh, lo siento Maria, yo no comprende, I forgot” Like a typical hot Latina, she came storming over, under the threat of great bodily harm, which in their culture is whipping their clothes off and bouncing their basketballs off a man’s head, she forced me to drink her potion. Within hours the sore throat was gone. That was fifty years ago. I have fixed her potion practically every day since. I have not had a sore throat, common cold, head sniffles, a flue, or any raspatory bad feeling. Not one time. I need no more proof that little Maria’s potion works. Lots of other people know it also. In Walmart one day, the ginger root tray was completely full. I happened to go back the next morning. The ginger rack was empty. In over a year, has there been one word from the government, FDA, AMA, CDC, or any other source about the health benefits of ginger. They could have at least made a simple statement; ‘folks, there is some strong evidence that ginger stimulates the immune system to fight infectious disease.’ If, as in my case, not having any kind of ailment, not even a single headache, in fifty years, and have spoken to many people with the same story, and not hear at least someone, like Mister Fauci, say one word about it, destroys all their credibility with me.

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EFFICIANCY

There are at least a couple hundred people who know this story to be true. I and a partner framed houses on Cape Cod. All identical, referred to as ‘Capes’ We did a house in less than half the time it took a five man crew. We split the money 2 ways. Five ways for them. That’s the difference working efficiently can make. On another occasion I took a trim contract in a Denver condo high rise. It does not take long for birds of a feather to spot each other. I noticed him and he noticed me. We each working all alone turned out a unit in half the time it took any other crew. He, a very quiet non friendly type. It took awhile before we began talking. He turned out to be one of those loony survivalists. Him discovering me to be a little out of plum also, got me invited to join him and his organization. What I saw shocked me. He and I the only two sane people in the outfit.. Hundreds of them. As I befriended them, it became obvious the trim guy and I were the only two pussies. Rednecks and cowboys that ate nails for breakfast. All worked super efficiently in their trades. All obviously very moneyed, a few, super rich. They met in secret caves and bugout shelters that we went as far as Wyoming to attend. I saw more weapons in their arsenals than I’d imagine the US Army has. I treasure my tools. For one reason, they make money. I came out of a bedroom to see an OSHA man writing a violation and fine notice. I tear off all the so called safety guards off my tools. Those are for the guys who come to work hung over and still asleep The person who is going to decide how to keep my tools is me. Not someone else, especially not the government. For people like me, those safety guards make the tool dangerous Upon spotting that he had written with a felt tip pen the words ‘no good’ over all my precious tools, I saw red and blew a cork. I grabbed the guy, yanked him through the door and tossed him down three flights of stairs. Upon realizing what I had done, not about to argue with the police, I drove out of Colorado. Here I get all upset about my tools being written on and wind up losing them, and also my pay. Now I hear about political prisoners being held in solitary, their case not to be heard for at least a year or two. All because they got fed up with the people who are determined to destroy what America stands for. How odd. One faction can riot, burn baby burn and destroy, as a President, so called President anyhow, calling it a ‘peaceful protest’ that must continue to bring change. Talk about discusting and disgraceful. Looking like a civil war is inevitable. On one side, the tough MF’s who have the money, do everything efficiently and are armed to the teeth. The other side has no idea what a job is, ever mind work efficiently, know only how to pour gas, strike a match and collect welfare checks that will keep them impoverished. Is there any doubt about which side is going to win?

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POLICE

Just saw a disturbing video. Man stopped for speeding. 65 in 55. Argued with cop that he had cruise control set at 54. It happened to myself. Twice. Got ticket for too slow on I-75 in Naples. A 10,000 hour airplane driver does not need the speedometer to know how fast he was going. A rock steady 55. Cop put 44 on ticket. Happened again in Vero Beach. Cop claimed speeding. Not even close to being over on US One. Cars were flying by me. Could there be another side to this picture. I grew up in Nazi Germany. We don’t want that here Although America is now on it’s way to getting there. We also know the police have their hands tied. Could it be there was something suspicious about me or my car. A little Chevy GEO Metro. Are they allowed to tell me they don’t like my looks. Maybe saying I was speeding is all they can can say when they really had something else on their minds. If they snatch just one criminal monster like our latest American hero, Mister Floyd, or even better, a wraghead terrorist, thanks to their inherent suspicions, I will take all the speeding tickets they can throw at me. Nothing to theorize about. It’s already happened. It’s how a suspicious cop stopped people like Timothy McVeigh. How many Americans know that every year between the police and FBI there are over 3000 violent acts stopped before being able to be carried out. Why does Floyd get all the attention and not a word spoken about all the lives saved by the police, including the ones that would have been undoubtedly lost had Floyd got away and lived. There is nothing to guess about a violent man who can stick a gun into a pregnant woman’s bulge during a house burglary. To begin with, there would not be one ounce of trouble in America if people were merely civilized enough to show a little respect and not argue with the police. Had the gentleman who set his cruise control not been a wiseass, the cop would probably have just said; “don’t speed any more pardner, have a nice day” once their suspicions were allayed. May I leave a thought with the people unhappy with the police. There is no noise allowed in Germany. For one example: transit bus tires are even engineered to produce no road sound. Do not raise a voice or talk loud in Germany. I shouted at a cashier in a super market. Within seconds the police pounced on me. I have been evicted out of Germany twice. I did not raise my voice. Certainly knew better. I spoke in the most dignified polite manner possible. My crime began with a taillight out on a boat trailer. All I did is assure the cop I would fix it. Too late. I was supposed to check that before getting on the road. Sound bazar? Their accident rate, per capita, despite having no speed limits, is 7% of ours. But then, stupidly, I had to run my mouth: “Sir, this would never happen in America.” Not a good thing to say in Germany. I was driven to the airport. Upon telling the cop I had no money for a ticket out, he merely said; “doesn’t matter, call someone with a credit card. if you are still here after the next plane out has left, not to America, does not matter to where, you will then really have a problem.” A normal halfway intelligent person would learn the first time. It happened again a year or two later to this lunkhead. Might sound harsh. There are no protestors, rioters, no stores being burned down. There is no crime. Period. At least not until the Muslims began to arrive. Which Germany and ten other countries are now kicking out. I have a condo in downtown Vienna where I live part of the year. Lost the key to it 25 yrs. ago. Never bothered to change the lock. No one else locks their door either. When I return, nothing will have been touched. No crack head infestation, as happened in every house in America I have returned to. Their way works a lot better than ours.

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WHATS WRONG!

There is now a long enough record of a certain racial minority group subverting our legal system and making a mockery of American values and ideals the country was founded on by rioting, burning, destroying property and killing people. Is there any doubt OJ did it? Why did it take so long for the videos of a drugged up out of control maniac monster Rodney King to surface. The only part shown by the media was the police subduing him. Who did not see the footage of an unfortunate truck driver being ripped out of his cab and beaten to near death. These just a couple of the cases where billions of dollars in destruction resulted and in one riot alone, fifty people killed. All over a worthless discusting person. And now, a decent family man, who risked his life every day protecting everyone, is rotting in jail because of someone with a long criminal history who on a house burglary put a gun to a pregnant woman’s stomach. When a journalist interviewed a thirty year old minority woman on the street, she scowled; “he did not disserve to die because he had a little weed!” He had a lot more than a little weed and a much more powerful mind altering drug. Anyone seeing him when the police spoke to him in the car could see that much. When asked if destroying hard working people’s business was worth the revenge she sulked; “they disserved it! Besides, they have insurance, they will only make money.” Virtually all insurance policies have a clause: not covered if fire is caused by riot or arson. What an attitude in this filthy young woman. Is it any wonder such people are so hated. Where is the justice in this picture they scream so much about. Where is the silent majority that allows this horror to continue? When will come a time when the majority puts an end to it. To think this could all be prevented if everyone merely behaved in a civilized manner. Where does anyone get the idea they can fight with the police. No matter what their hatred or excuse. Only arguing with the police is over the line and should be the end of the story. Immediately arrested and thrown in jail until they come to their senses and behave. Court is the place to iron out any differences, not the street. That’s all it would take to end the madness that is infecting our country. Just show a little respect for the police.

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REPAIRWORK

Are we going to do a little repairing or are we going to continue arguing and fighting until we get into a civil war? The outcome of which there will be no doubt. In the last one, the wrong side was tough, led by brillient military men. Despite being out monied by 97% they almost won. Won’t be the case this time. I live in a tropical Florida swamp, moving up from Miami. The only city mouse surrounded by swamp rats. When I see an alligator I freeze. Start shaking and pee my pants. The guys I know jump into the river and grab an alligator with their bare hands. Highly illegal. A felony in fact. Like they care. Anyone the guy at the end of my street gets mad at would die of fright by merely him snarling at them. He had a nice big fifth wheel camper trailer I liked but did not at that moment want to spend the cash on. “Eh” he said simply, “if you like it, gimme a hundred a month”. Our entire discussion. He brought me the trailer. Every month I’d trot down to lay a c-note on his porch. On the month I caught him, expecting to pay another two years, I nearly fell over. “You were paid off two months ago” he informed me. How would I know. We never discussed the purchase price. Those kind of people are the real Americans. Where in a democrat area would it be possible to lay a hundred dollar bill on someone’s porch. Anyone who imagines taking the Hillbillies land, culture or guns away is in some kind of dreamland. Opposite the Rednecks and Cowboys are people who know nothing more than B&E, selling drugs and sticking their hands into Uncle Sam’s bread basket. It gets worse. I You Tubed: Woman cop beaten by a thug in front of his daughter. About as sickening as anything I have ever seen. At least it was a relief to learn the cop survived. Albeit with permanent damage she will need to live with the rest of her life. Where was the outrage about that one? I’ve not heard one word in the media or from any of the race pimps about it. How are we going to fix things if we cannot acknowledge we have a problem, unable to do nothing other than protest and riot. Were there such a thug in my neighborhood, who beat up anyone in such a manner, never mind a woman, there would be no law or cops needed. He would become a snack for an alligator. I highly doubt any of the good Black people, and they are the majority, sadly, the few bad ones giving the rest a bad image, did anything about this thug. They need to do something about the bad ones, the Floyds and Rodney Kings and quit using slavery as an excuse. When I came to America at 15 yrs. old I was severely beaten and called a Nazi every single week. One time hung on the side of a garage. Had my older cousin, Alfred Denda, not come looking for me when I did not show up at curfew time and cut me down Id not be here. So I do know a little about prejudice. But mine is nothing compared to what the Chinese, Jews, Irish and Italians had to endure. I personally saw signs in Boston store windows that read; ‘Help wanted, Irish need not apply’. I have yet, in all those years, to hear a single person in all those groups, including my own, say one word about any of it. They all just dug in, worked harder and made something of themselves. My best example is a Chinese woman in Miami who escaped Mao’s collective. I know her personally. Everyone in Miami knows her. She’s a billionaire. Never heard one word out of her to complain about what she went through. Anyone doubting me can call the best A/C man in Florida, Lenny Newman, whose skin color happens to be Black but otherwise a real American, who I met the lady through. When my family arrived, we owed $75 to a sponsor. My father, a Bavarian peasant, due to having the lowest class name, not allowed to attend school or own so much as a cow, is there anything similar to that to stop someone in America from getting ahead? The first paying job of his life in the Queens Mid Town tunnel, at have the going minimum wage. Within three years of hitting American shores, he was financially independent, 10 yrs. a millionaire. Anyone not believing can look up public records. John and Gertrude Bauer to see millions in property deeds. Just John Bauer is me. I did not trust my wife. By age 18 I had two million dollars worth of property. Not one penny of which came from Father. There is no secret to it. It’s just what happens when someone does not consider cigarettes’, booze and jacked up rented car rims more important than putting a money making machine together. It happened with me, I had no childhood. Never went to a single school dance or sport game. All I did is work. Even on Christmas day. Needless to say I can find no sympathy for all the crybabies and people moaning about being discriminated against. Will need to admit. We did get one lucky break. No one knocked on our door to inform us they were from the government there to help us not live in the poverty we were. There is the first repair job needed. the government. All government programs only encourage more dereliction. Of course, it’s done deliberately to get votes. If anyone is interested I’d like to add a little. By 18 I owned two waterfront properties. one in the Blue water shores section of Falmouth Mass. I paid no cash for either one. I worked them off with the developers. Just a little extra work above my regular job. America, the most unique country in the world, where it is not brains or hard work that makes money. In America it’s money that makes money. On the corner of Jones Rd. And Palmer Avenue in Falmouth Mass. where a bank sits today, my father bought the property for $5000. All thanks to being a conservative with no addictions, he had the cash. Three years later, he sold that land for $650,000. He did even better flipping apartment houses. So, was it his hard work that did it or was it America that did it for him. All anyone needs to do is give America the slightest initiative. America does the rest. My father, an uneducated peasant, not born in America. But he knew who paid for his freedom. I have at least ten names by memory of servicemen he sold houses to. It was their lucky day if they came to look at a house wearing military uniform. He sold one house to a Guardsman named Carl Josephson with 50 cents down. No paperwork. No contract. No nothing, with the deal: “make it any payment you want, any time you have a bad month or a few, skip those months, pick up again when you get going. A R/E aagent named Bill Jenks brought a customer, named Huck Spory. The moment Father saw his uniform, he dropped the price $30,000. Spory backed out, telling Jenks there is something wrong with the house. Jenks came, threatened my father for his commission. Father reached in his pocket and gave Jenks the commission, despite him not closing the deal. Selling houses to military men is when Father became super rich. That’s where the money is. Holding mortgages. With a banker like my Father, what customer is going to welsh on a payment or cause any problems. Despite the most unbelievable deals to Military people, he had so much coming in with payments, he needed to build a house a month to get rid of the money. Perhaps it really does pay to be nice. And we have people among us, born and raised in America, that despise the military, want to harm and not pay the police that make their rabid life possible. I got married at 16. To a woman who hated the Air Force. Causing our biggest problem. The only woman I ever beat up. She insulted my Air Base. When I run into such people it takes all the control I can muster not to lose it. If they do not wake up on their own and repair their demented sick minds, and realize what fortunes they are throwing away, what opportunities they are letting slip away, what should we do? I don’t have the answer. I’m asking.

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LET’S RIOT

going up a steep hill on route 28 in E. Falmouth Mass. The car behind me floored it to pass. Coming over the top, a car driven by a mother with two young children in it. All three instantly dead. A cop named Paulie Gonsalves broke a finger pulling me off the drunk driver, intent on beating him to within a half inch of his life. At least I got to the one inch mark. A doctor friend of mine vehemently condones drug addiction and alcoholism as a disease. Tell that to the young mother and two kids who would now be in their 40’s. We don’t need to see You Tube and Facebook to watch endless video’s of police chases. What is a cop supposed to do when someone doesn’t stop? Let him go so it will inspire other nuts to kill a mother and two kids. I have had endless legal troubles of my own. Been in jail a half dozen times. The most recent one in Vero Beach where the police found a $110 ticket on me from 1976. A ticket for driving too slow on I-75 in Naples. The result costing me no less than $20,000. That we have a broken legal system there is no doubt. Most of my court time involved Real Estate. For one example, I had two completely identical cases. Won one. Lost the other. The outcome of all cases depends on which lawyer can out lie the other. A hilarious one for me was my witness lying through his teeth. If I get any interest, I will describe my amusing courtroom experiences. Now it is my turn to be sad. A young man who risked his life every day to protect us from criminals, rotting in jail because of a low life worthless piece of garbage who had a bad criminal record. That alone makes it automatic. There is nothing to discuss. The second guessers and holy pious blowhards need to see the wrong end of a gun sometime. Fight, argue, threaten the cops, expect the worst. This has been going on for a long time. It took twenty years for the video’s of a drugged up out of control monster Rodney King just before the cops wailed him, to surface. What good is our legal system if a jury can be intimidated by rioters. It’s time for the rest of us to riot against the rioters and wipe them out.

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27

On the world’s standard of living scale, we are now number 27 ad falling. From anyone I mention that statistic to this is generally the response: “Awe you are full of crap, you believe everything you hear” We as individuals or us as a nation cannot fix anything if we refuse to acknowledge we have a problem. In 1950 the US was solidly in the number one spot. How did we plummet so badly and now going down like a free falling safe. As a woman in Miami went to get in her car, that had a baby in it, a gentleman came from behind, shoved her in, raped her, shot her dead and drove away. Somewhere on Alligator Alley a police car got behind him. He floored it. The baby began crying. At a hundred mile an hour speed, with the police car dash camera on him, he threw the baby out the window. When at the trial, a relative of his brought him a big gulp from McDonalds, in it a small hand gun. He snatched a woman hostage with the gun to her head. As they came down the elevator in the courthouse, a police sharp shooter waited. As the elevator door opened, the gentleman had a bullet go in between his eyes. He had already killed one woman, tossed a baby out the window, what chance was there of this hostage living. Did she get on her knees and offer the cop a little oral gratitude. She sued the county, claiming the police did not need to shoot the gentleman which so traumatized her. Given our broken legal system, Dade county gave her a million dollars rather than go through a more costly trial. How much is the George Floyd trial costing. How much money has the government already given his heirs. Millions. When discussing this with a medical doctor friend of mine, who also happens to be a left wing Democrat loon, he shouted back: “You don’t know what you are talking about, he was caught with a counterfeit twenty dollar bill!!” OK. Let us accept that. His criminal record all made up by the evil Republicans. Although, a little difficult to understand how previous trials and court records can be so easily fabricated. In all this arguing, there is only one small detail that matters. We do have something of a legal system left. Whatever the dispute, no matter with whom, we can get in front of a judge. What excuse does anyone have to run or fight with the police. So my friend, perhaps no longer after getting this question, Doctor Campbell, what would you rather; take the chance of a young cop, who risks his life every day for us, going home to his wife and a couple young kids, in a coffin, or for such nice refined gentlemen as the Miami hood and Mister Floyd getting an immediate bullet between the eyes. Would not require very many of them before the rest of those types will think twice about arguing with the police. I happened to be in the same house with the Doctor during the Floyd trial, that he had so rudely blaring. I overheard a spot where a cop was asked to describe his background. He talked about working undercover in an LA school district where there are from one hundred to one hundred and fifty homicides a year. Let us assume our number 27 ranking is an outright lie. I travel more than the average person. Have been a wandering nomad since age 14. I don’t need any list to know the difference. The country I talk most about when making comparisons, only for being most familiar with it, is not even number one, but number 6. Germany. I own a condo in Vienna. A most beautiful, well kept, organized, completely safe city. No crime at all. I don’t bother locking my door. No one else does either. Nothing remotely close to the crime situation that has developed in America can happen over there. Not in the thirty years I live there part of the year, have I so much as heard abut any kind of crime. Crime, looting, rioting, is very expensive. Taxes on my Miami house, just a small Florida block bungalow in the Naranja section, $5,280 a year. A friend in the Pinecrest section pays $120,000 a year in taxes. No real estate taxes in Vienna. That’s one of the reasons Germans and Austrians have the money to make their houses works of art. No such thing there, with the exception of East Berlin, as a boarded up foreclosed or fix upper house, No Ghetto. No where in the city is it unsafe to walk through at any hour of the day or night. There are no county commissioners or any politician, in any municipality, right up to the President, who has any authority to spend any money. The Germans watch every penny the government spends and demand accounting for everything. The Germans had to learn their lessons in the most difficult way possible. Let’s hope the Americans won’t need to learn the same lessons. And right now, America is doing everything the Germans did at the turn of the century. Would it not be worth merely stopping our downhill slide to wake up for? The crime problem is only one of the issues destroying our quality of life. Prompting this rant were the couple Floyd segments I overheard. There is not one single cop in America who was raised in America, who went to an American high school, that is a Nazi type sadist. Are there some whose authority has gone to their heads and push their weight around. Of course. Myself being an incorrigible renegade non conformist, has a long record of getting into conflicts with the police. Tossed into jail maybe ten times, My latest, just a year ago in Very Beach Florida. Costing me more than $20,000 over a $110 traffic ticket I refused to pay. Yet, even I, a simple Simon, rather short on brains, can understand no cop should need to go through what I heard on TV. No one is perfect. Why should the police need to be. All the holier than thou do gooders and Monday morning quarterbacks have accomplished is lower our standard of living and made our society infinitely more dangerous. A little amusing now to see the Blacks, the most vocal people against the police, begging the police to come back into their neighborhoods. All this endless bantering, microscopic analyzing of every word and action, convoluted nonsense is pathetic. Why should a cop, risking his life every day, to protect us, need to be a lawyer, when there is nothing more simple in our society. When confronted by a cop, don’t run. And when caught up with, don’t argue and get into a fight. Why should a cop at that point need to risk getting killed. Should it not be obvious that is an automatic given. I have seen many videos of savages, Floyd being just one of many, who do not understand such simple logic. The one I still have nightmares over is the big rugged Black guy beating a small lady cop. He did not just knock her down, he kept beating her to a pulp as his own daughter kept crying and yelling; “Daddy, Daddy, please stop” If anyone knows the outcome of that incident and if the woman survived, as I was thinking during the argument on the video; ‘please baby, say no more, whip out your gun’ I’d certainly appreciate hearing it. I have tried to find something about it on Google. No doubt censored and taken down.

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There are several ways to guess that a person is a drug addict. One clue is someone railing a little too much against drugs. Chances are he’s a druggie. For about a year I’d frequently see an elderly gentleman in places like McDonalds. It became a little noticeable that every time someone approached he’d only nod and mumble a barely audible ‘hello.’ He also has a rather sinister look about him. On the tall side. Thin. Must have been in good shape when younger. The appearance sparked my nosey nature. It took a year of engaging him in simple conversations to discover that indeed there is a lot more to him than what it appears. His field: Intelligence. A spy. Not the government kind spying on other countries. Big companies hired him to learn secrets in competing companies. He had many interesting stories to tell from all over the world. Philippines, China, Singapore, Indonesia, Russia, Middle East and Germany. He had a sidekick with him most of the time. He seemed to ignore the gentleman. Not once seeing them in engaged in any conversation. The sidekick turned out to be his son-in-law, a licensed practicing medical doctor. Has anyone known a doctor whose handwriting can be read. Does this arrogance develop from the prestigious class level. Anyone who thinks so better not go to Germany, where a school teacher garners more respect than a doctor gets in America. And a doctor over there is God. Questioning, getting a second opinion, or suing a doctor is not possible in German. For arrogance, a completely self centered manner, certain the whole world revolves around him, the spy’s doctor holds the number one spot. Anyone in the family he visits, within minutes of sitting down on a couch, he empties his bag, looking for things, the living room begins looking like a trash dump. That not bad enough, he does not just ask others to pick things up, he demands it. With no preamble like; “could you pick that up for me?” He says; “Pick that up for me!” with a very bombastic, “Please!!” Which makes his request even worse. Needless to say, he’s not a very welcome visitor anywhere. It’s probably a little expensive to be so self consumed and messy. Not being friendly enough with any of the family members, it’s only a guess that maybe his manner might have something to do with his obvious bad financial condition. In terrible financial condition myself one time, I needed to find a job. Seeing a Lear jet taxi in would ordinarily not make me take a second look. Until seeing the right seat in the front office empty. I sauntered over. Asking only; “are you solo?” An airplane person does not need to hear any words to know the level of experience in another airplane nut. Where and how someone walks on the field is enough. The pilot answered; “yeah, we’re looking for a right seat, you typed in Lear?” “No Sir, Hansa.” The Lear winds up belonging to a house builder in Tennessee named Denny Hastings. I met a gentleman by the name of Eddie Mathews, who inherited thirteen and a half million dollars. He apparently got a little ping from my blond bombshell girlfriend sporting a set of forty four double D magnums. She explained that her boyfriend was looking to buy a piece of land to build a shop on to make airplane parts. “Well, y’all jes c’mon ova ta mah place, ah got three hundred fifty acres, set up right there.” Mister Mathews assured me on a stack of bibles the family farm would never be sold. So little five foot one Eva and I built a hanger two hundred feet long with a clear span of sixty two feet. To this day, not a single builder, no matter how experienced, has guessed correctly how her and I put those trusses up with no machinery or helper. The runway proved to be an even bigger project than the hanger. Not to mention me spending all the money I had. Just getting started producing Piper PA-12 fuselages when everything went south. I’d not believe it had I not lived through it. Hardly seems possible that anyone would be able to go through thirteen million in three years no matter how deep into drugs. But he did. Lost everything, along with it, so did I. Wound up working for Mister Hastings. Becoming friends with a gentleman of his caliber almost worth losing everything for. For openers, he spent an immediate $50,000 to move a building onto his ranch for Eva and I to live in with not one word spoken about rent or any of the costs. His is a very interesting success story. He began as a high school history teacher. Upon meeting his parent, it became obvious the man did not inherit anything. completely self made. Myself being a history buff, we talked endlessly. On one ride to his mothers house to set up a new bed for her, certain he will recall this ride, I asked; “Denny, what do you attribute your success to?” This was his precise answer. “Nothing special. I had no plans. But it has always been my nature to put everyone else before myself and that has always come back to me by ten fold.”

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DISGUSTED

Just endured the most sickening scene of my life. That’s after having been around awhile, able to remember bombed city rubble and foraging through garbage cans in search of food. A white slave trader crossed my path. He hired me to drive his airplane, delivering woman to pimps around the country, from which he collected weekly royalties. When we see billboard pictures of missing young girls, there is only one of three ways it can happen: Mistreated at home and ran way. Most likely with the first boyfriend they can find. Or, my trader, Mister T, or another low life like him, spotted her. Or, Muslims yanked her off the street. On that one, I also had a personal experience with when a girl came running across a parking lot to nightclub, the ‘Speakeasy’ in Denver, yelling; “they got Cindy.” I succeeded in blocking the car from leaving the parking lot, long enough for the drunk cowboys inside to hear the girl who managed to get lose. Don’t ever radicle drunks. They are a better deterrent to human trafficking than any phony laws passed by politicians. I also put an end to Trader T’s career. like permanently. He is resting peacefully under about twenty million more tons of garbage in the Denver landfill. Never expecting nor imagining I’d wind up owning his jet airplane. So there can be some benefits to being slightly civilized. Than just now, an hour ago, I see a video of two young women, in their twenties, nicely dressed, not overly sexy, but nice and tight, on shiny black high heels, probably the crime they committed, standing on a platform, a foot high, hands tied behind their backs, a noose around their necks, tied to a pole near the ceiling. A Muslim man on either side of them, standing rigidly still, A third came into the picture, also in the Muslim frock, reading from a paper. Interesting how such demented people attempt to legitimize their evil with some phony formality. When finished reading, he bent down to grab the rope tied to the platform the girls were standing on, and yanked. Joe Stalin is quoted as saying: “When a person is murdered, it’s a terrible thing. When twenty million are, it’s only a statistic.” Guess Hitler felt the same. Two humans as opposed to twenty eight million is rather inconsequential. It still made me sick I did five seasonal working tours in the Middle East. Islam not only teaches that it is okay to murder infidels, it encourages it. I saw two Muslim men, holding a sixteen year old boy horizontally their arms around him as a third is chopping his head off with a machete. All because he said he was a Christian. On the top left hand corner of an Arab drivers license, first question, what religion? Apparently this kid did not have enough sense to write the word ‘Islam’ on the line. And Facebook gets mad at me every time I say anything about my experiences in the Middle East that is negative about Islam.