His wife Lorraine fell in love with them. Could not hug them enough and do enough for them. For the next 25 years, they sent the boys expensive Christmas presents, every single Christmas. Compare that result with a customer of mine in Miami. In the Latin culture, a male child can yell and scream and raise all the hell he wants. One such kids father made considerable money with me. I dropped him for no other reason than his unruly son making any conversation or negotiations next to impossible. In Orlando, at the Tropicana Resort, where I had 25 rental units, I met a Black lady. Unusually good looking, and very well built. But that did not influence me to rent her an apartment. She seemed quite refined. Came from Colorado. Not speaking in the usual gutter dialect. She had no car, so I volunteered to drive her wherever she needed to go. For at least a couple months. Me eventually meeting her two teenage daughters. It came as quite a surprise to hear their ghetto speech. Probably from having lived with their father. It shut me right down. Saying not one word more to them than necessary. One night they desperately needed to go somewhere. That somewhere turned out to be a hundred miles away. The mission: To pick up a boy, about twenty, they had just met a week earlier in Orlando. Him coming back to live with them. He had obviously never been in the Boy Scouts. No problem if he did not like me for being a Honkey. Upon stepping into the van, he totally ignored me. What would happen if the girls mother asked me to take him somewhere. Had he only said: “Good evening Sir.” The answer would be; ‘sure.’ It did not happen. But had it, the answer would be; ‘sorry, I’m busy.’ For the hundred mile ride return, I have the mother, two girls and the boy in back. Clowning, loud, raucous, so disturbing I almost stopped to toss them all out. Of course, after dropping them off, there was not one more mile spent on those people, the kids costing their mother her free taxi service. Of course, there is no shortage of ill mannered undisciplined children. But I do not recall a single time in Public, where I have seen a Black family, with the children jumping up and down, tearing around, tearing around, yelling nd screaming, knocking things off store shelves, with the parents not saying a word. I was on the phone with my son, when three kids came running down the stairs I was on my way up. Screaming so loudly, I could not hear the phone. I looked over and said exactly this; nothing more; “hey kids, can you keep it down a little.” Just then, their big fat mammy, looking like she would be able to tear my head off, came over the top, snarling; “don’t you dare talk to my chilens like dat!!” At that point, one of the sons, appearing to be about ten, came over and punched me in the stomach. My son heard the whole incident so I had to listen to his diatribe; “when are you going to learn to keep your mouth shut?” I did not need to be in that car that killed five people to know that the children were raising enough hell to distract the driver. The news footage showed the wide open intersection, no obstructions, no excuse for there to have a collision. So which way of raising children is better. Mine or theirs. For anyone still reading, allow one more comment. Through all my disciplinary tricks, which were very few, I not only did not raise my voice, I became even more quiet. When I hear parents yelling and screaming at their kids, I can’t help wondering what psychological problems they have. In my case for an example, when one saw his siblings going out the door, which happened to be the ‘Great Scott’ to an event he had been uninvited to, what chance is there that he would ever again do what got him barred. When in McDonalds, I see kids running around making unbearable noise, jumping from table top to table top, with the parents sitting there. One night, a woman with two unruly girls, I could not help going over: “Mam, right now, outside, there is a sight that happens every hundred years. Your daughters might be interested.” And there really was. Venus, just as bright and clear as can be. They were about to get a lesson on how to tell the difference between a star and a planet, when the mother very snotily rebuked my ploy with, “naw, they’re not interested in that stuff.” Hard to believe such a parent exists. Had it not been my experience I’d not believe it. Anyone else not believing can talk to an amature astronomer. This took place no more than two years ago. My quiet nature when in the discipline mode, was probably due to my German background. There is no noise in Germany. The only noise in a city is the little tinkling sound of a street car bell and the swoosh of air when a 300 MPH train, that makes no noise, flashes by. Quite the opposite in America when stopped at a light, with the next car over vibrating and bouncing to the RAP sounds and some cultured, refined gentleman comes into a restaurant, spotting someone he knows on the other side of the dining room, and yells, to then begin an extended conversation that makes holding a quiet conversation for all the other diners impossible. Is there a possibility that such people will wake up one day and realize whaat such behavior is costing them.



A horrific accident happened today in Orange county. Five people dead. Three in hospital fighting for their lives.

There is no such thing as an accident to begin with. The final catastrophe begins much earlier. Unfortunately, not everyone is lucky enough to receive Air Force training that teaches a student to smell a bullet coming at him.

I had four children. Or rather, the girl I married had them. We did more arguing more times than doing any sex. The children being one of the issues. Her being a religious fanatic in the JW clan, everything had to go her way, being under direct heavenly orders, resulting in getting her way about nothing. One law: ‘spare not the rod.’ I had to threaten her. If she put a hand on a child, she would get a fist in return. Me being a strict disciplinarian caused her church people to make a legal move to have the children taken away from me. They did not agree with my kind of discipline: Psychology. No rods. For a couple examples. A call came from a teacher that my son got into a fight on the bus. “Madam” I said, “I can assure you this will never happen again.” Her response; “Mister Bauer, you are the first parent to not fight and argue and threaten to have me fired.” That a bit of a sad commentary in itself. When the children addressed me, they had to stand at attention. Being fresh out of the Air Rescue Service, I described what mangled bodies look like. To his mothers howling that I would stint him psychologically for life. “How would you have felt, Mister Scott, if the bus driver got distracted because of your fight, hit a tree, and twenty kids were laying in the ditch, with brains oozing out of their skulls? In these situations, there are no second chances. The right decision must be made immediately. Since you did not have enough character to contain the dispute without getting into a stupid fight, you can no longer ride the bus. You walk to school.” His mother exploding with rain sleet and snow. “Your mother is right Mister Scott. You cannot walk. So you must run. Don’t let me come behind you to see you not running, because I do not want to be fighting with your mother if you are late.” I have never given one of them a single penny. Another contentious issue with their mother, who wanted to keep them babies, playing with toys, One of them, just one time, asked me for something. My response; “You came to the wrong place. I’m broke. But I can show you how to make the money to buy what you want.” And that was at five and six years old. When my two sons were ten and twelve, a gentleman named Adeline Moniz called to ask me to build him a house. I took the job solely for thinking it was high time for the boys to make their own living. A lot of people would like to be in the financial condition they are. Scott was the only one to give me a little bit of trouble, like the school bus incident. But nothing close to what other parents go through. His Web site: ‘Boston Shower’ He lives in a house that resembles a British Castle. He has a sales crew that go from Connecticut to the Canadian border. He spends twenty minutes, maybe a half hour sometimes, in the office. Rest of the day is in the gym. Looks like Arnold Swarzenegger. He clears for himself, on average, after all expenses, $10,000 a week. His old brother is doing even better. A three hundred million dollar Florida development. Not all his money. Has investors. But completely his operation. He has done a dozen big money projects. All made money. I came home once from overseas, to find Scott, at age 17, in the roofing business. He had a Bobcat, two trucks, nothing financed and not any money from me. I had not even heard about the roofing. I jumped into the truck, going with him to a job. On our way out, he said: “Johnny and I both agreed the old man is nuts. But he taught us how to make money.” Had to be back handed with him. Unable to just say; ‘thank you Father’ Hate to brag, my little daughter was a genius. Another call came from the school, saying there is something wrong with her. That she is a recluse. Has no friends. Just walks into the teachers room at will and begins gabbing. She also happened to be quite good looking, getting her looks from her mother, not I, and prematurely developed physically. I went to her bedroom. “Lisa” I ask, “why don’t you have any friends?” She gave me a quizzical look. “You want to come talk to the kids in my class?” No more discussion necessary. She was ten. Wife and I planned on the movies. When she called the baby sitter, I ordered her to hang up. “So we’re not going.” “Yes, just get in the car.” I knew what ruckus would be coming. Which had me snarl; “I have a daughter who has left more brains in the bathroom than your eighteen year old babysitter has.” “Than we can’t go.” “Yes, we are going. I want to see the movie. Now get in the car!!!” “If something happens” the wife screeched “it’s all on you!” “Nothing is going to happen. I can trust my little girl with my life. Now shut up and get in the car.” I can still see the daughters eyes, silently looking up at me. What little girl is going to disappoint her father that displayed so much confidence in her? We drove around to the next street, parked the car in someone’s driveway I had previously asked for permission to do so, came back through the woods, to where I had a blanket, with a cooler on it, food, snacks and drinks, able to hear every word spoken in the house. Reached up to see in the window, my daughter, like a little mother hen, her two brothers, one on each knee, reading to them. She took to my flying lessons like a duck to water. I soloed her in two hours. At the same level students in a civilian flight school get to in eighteen and twenty hours. We went to an airshow on the Base. She’s in a tight sexy dress, high heels, lipstick, earrings. She met a Lieutenant who flew the same planes I did. They began dating. Untill he discovered she’s 13. She never got pregnant. Not into any vices. And thanks to me, knew how to defend herself against any adversity. Have a little bad news for the people who want to stuff me into a Nazi gas chamber. They’ll need stand in line. I have a simple question. What is more important in a young persons life. Between ten and twenty or twenty to fifty. If someone knows by twenty what the average person learns by forty, would that not be better. I happened not to have had any childhood myself. I grew up in Germany during difficult times. We only knew work and surviving. In America at 14. In two years, making enough money to build my first mortgage free house at 16. For one reason; I got married. Recently, my son showed me a picture of a house on Google. Confused, I asked; “why are you showing me this?” “You don’t recognize it?” “No, why should I?” “You built it.” It took a minute for me to remember. That house is located on the corner of Jones Road and Bauer Lane in the town of Falmouth Massachusetts. At 16 I was developing land. A total of three small developments. Getting the land on consignment, not one dollar down, from three land owners, Charlie Botelho, Harold Moye and Eddie Anderson. Pay as I sell the houses. Until I ran into something, at about the thirtieth house stage, that made developing and building houses seem like the coffee money. SO anyone who wants to argue with me about how to raise children can try. I doubt if they can produce the results I had. On one family outing to McDonalds, my son, Scott, was not behaving as I thought he should. I said not one word about it. On the next occasion to go out, as we head for the door, I look over at him; “You cannot come.” His mother began with the usual feisty objection. “Because he has not yet learned how to behave in public.” Looking over at him; “and now, because of you Great Scott, your sister cannot go with us either. She needs to stay home because you have not yet demonstrated that you can be trusted.” Nothing like it ever happened again. It only took once. We must have made, with the whole crew, a dozen trips to Florida for the winter. Not on the whole trip, not one time, did one of them make a sound. My winter home at the time was in Dania. They were the only white children in the school. Judging how they turned out as adults, it does not appear there were any ill effects because of it. Are schools supposed to be the trainers on the way of life for the children or is that the parents responsibility. I could come up with a dozen real examples of the results my children had for no more reason than being well behaved and mannerly. I brought the boys with me on a visit to a friend named William Duarte. Upon meeting Mister Duarte, they stood quietly at attention. Not due to any instructions from me, Just normal for them, answering every question with; “Yes Sir and No Sir.” His wife Lorraine, fell in love with the boys. She could not hug them enough and do enough for them. For the next twenty five years, they sent the boys expensive Christmas presents,



Over 40 years ago I had a girl friend by the name of Maria Alverez. She came from the Dominican Republic. A sexy Latina. Never imagined a woman would ever be able to take her place. As these uncontrolable events happen. One did. A woman named Sandra. How we hit it off is one for the books, given our age difference.

Any man interested in learning how to please a woman can read my books. The details are not in any romance novel or sex book. They came to me in the world I made my living. Gambling. A cultured refined gentleman came to rob my partner. I found out what his intentions were thanks to a simple cup of coffee. That led me to see first hand how he controlled the women to get the information he needed in his profession. His luck ran out on this mission. It cost him his life and I wound up owning the his jet airplane. Title of the book that describes this harrowing event is: ‘The Feds Head’

One day, Maria called. She still does every once in awhile. She asked; “what’s wrong?”

“Have a sore throat Maria” my answer. It had been plaguing me for over a week. She quickly added; “I tell to you to do.”

“Yeah, okay Maria.”

I’m an American. In the most advanced country on earth. With a head as big as the country. I’m going to pay any attention to someone from a third world island? She called the next morning. “Eh, I forgot to do what you told me Maria.”

Latina’s, especially sexy ones, have a way of making a man do what they want him to. She came immediately and began cooking her concoction. She forced me to drink it, despite it knocking my socks off. The next morning, my sore throat was gone.

Sandra is the only other woman in my entire life who has been able to work such magic on me. I take care of her the best I can. She deserves much better. For any gentlemen who would like to help me in that endeavor I will share my pictures of her. If she gets mad at me for bragging about her then she is not the woman I think she is. Plus, it would be interesting to see if she does to other men what she does to me. I cannot be in the same room with her, long before she kisses me, that I begin to sizzle and my blood boils over. Wish there was some kind of radiator and thermostat for such an affliction. It’s been a couple years now and the affliction keeps getting worse, not better. Doubtful I will have the same luck with Sandra as I had with Maria.

Recently, there appeared a post on Facebook that read; “I don’t wear a mask. My mask is inside me. It’s called the ‘Immune System.’

It was not very long after Maria forced me to drink her tea that I saw a spot in a health book that read; ‘there is scientific evidence that ginger stimulates the immune system.’

I ran my experience by a doctor friend of mine. He is a very narrow closed minded person. He swallows all the virus propaganda, as well as all the vaccine and big Pharma responses. He scoffed; “you’re just an example of one!!”

Maybe so. The woman I married, at 16 yrs. old, who I had no chance of getting along with, called me an Android from another planet. Nevertheless, no matter where I came from, since my first swig of Maria’s tea, which I have had a cup of every day since, I have had not the slightest trace of a sore throat or any kind of raspatory ill feeling. And one time, I was raising a heavy forty foot wooden extension ladder with a guy who had the flue. We were face to face, one foot apart, when he got into a coughing bout and sprayed me. I did not get anything from that, other than thinking it began to rain. And now, during the past year, I have come into close contact with at least a dozen people who were tested positive for Covid. I have had to endure the painful test for the virus, due to needing a medical procedure twice. Both times with negative results. So maybe I am just an example of one. But I need no more proof that ginger is my vaccine. Even if it is only one person, two, including Maria, with all the overwhelming propaganda, from sides that say the opposite things, one side has to be lying, have we heard one single statement, from any source, Doctor Fauci, the CDC, or any government agency, about ginger? Could that be for there being no money in it?

I did make one departure from Maria’s tea. She had smashed a piece of ginger root, about two inches long, I just slice mine, boiled it for ten minutes, dropped an ordinary tea bag in it to make it bearable to drink, half a lemon and honey. When spending a little time in Russia, due to my German boss I worked for finding a girlfriend in Russia, I ran into a scientist, named Boris Badekov, I ran my story by him. He agreed with all of it but added that lemon and honey can promote gall stones. I dropped the lemon. So, it is not really the ginger itself that does the job. It only tickles the immune system. Whatever or however it happens does not matter much to me. I only know it works.



Last weeks crime story drew an unusual amount of mail. One email from a woman particularly gripping. Describing in detail coming home, with a grocery bag in her arm, unlocking her apartment door, suddenly ppushed inside by two men and raped. Slammed so hard it did much damage. Than asking if I could explain how those other countries cured crime.

Certainly can, but not in one blog. I did my time in Air Rescue. Got grounded twelve times, for going below minimums. Dangerous. Perhaps. But I did not care about minimums when it came to rescuing an American soldier. I’m not a Marine or a Seal. Just a pussy airman. When assigned flight instructor, I ordered the cigarette and vending machines out of the classroom. My C/O, Major Donald E. Hall, yelled at me. “Know what you are Lieutenant!?” he screeched, “a fanatic!!!”

Maybe so. Spent the first half of my life, very hostile, to put it mildly, to cigarettes, booze or anything physically detrimental. Causing myself and a few other people a little grief. And then, I learned one little detail: Twelve percent of every population, does not matter whether Chinese, Russian, German, American has an addictive gene. I happen to be on the eight eight percent side. If I’m, sleepy, I can drink five cups of coffee, won’t keep me awake. I had a girl friend by the name of April Beales. She told me I was more boring than a sleeping dog. She forced me to smoke some mamajuana. In the way a woman can make a man do anything. With her next to me, I felt something nicely soft and feminine, but nothing else. At least nothing I was supposed to, and told about all the excitement I was missing.

So if addiction is genetic. Why fight it. There is nothing that can be done about it. There is certainly enough proof. Many people spend half their life going back and forth to jail because they had to get high. It was not the first time Rodney King got the daylights beat out of him because he had to get high. George Floyd and that boy Trevor gave up their lives because they had to get high. What in all of man’s history was more devastating than WWII? Hitler and all his cronies were addicts. Could that be what caused their brains to lose all power of reason. Their soldiers were given drugs to make them monsters that felt no pain.

And now, America is doing all the same things that Germany did that led to WWII. That is not implying that America will wind up with world war three. But why do the same things that led to such a horrible outcome. America is in a horrible situation. If there is one root word in this picture it would be; ‘economics.’

The man who took the German economy from the most collapsed in the world to the strongest economy, even more powerful than the US economy at the time, is Albert Speer. After the war he wrote a book, detailing precisely how he performed that miracle. It’s a book every American needs to read. ‘Spandau.’ We would then see, in 3D, all the blunders and mistakes our government is making. Let us hope Americans will not need to learn the same lessons in the most horrifying and difficult way the Germans had to.

There is no one answer. There is no one explanation. There are a thousand factors. Let’s start with a big one. Money. The US government needs about seventy five percent more money than what it could run on. So how can crime be eradicated when the government itself that is in charge of controlling crime needs the money crime generates. This would sound ridiculously preposterous to me also had I not spent some time living with it. For one, I have a condo in Vienna. Lest anyone assume I have money, it’s in the lowest cost area of the city. A city twice the size of Miami. I lost the key perhaps twenty years ago. Never bothered to change the lock. There will be no crackheads in it when I get back. Nothing missing, nothing touched. No one else locks their door either. Miami has 117,000 city employees. Vienna has 7000. Miami is crime ridden. Vienna; no crime. Taxes on my Miami house; $5,280. A friend in Pinecrest; $120,000. Some people in Coral Gables Pay $300,000 in property tax, for just a house. Tax on my Vienna condo; Nothing. When there is a small tax, to pay for a municipal project, which can only happen by referendum, no county commissioners writing checks, the tax is rescinded when the project is paid for.

There are areas in every city, well defined, everyone knows where the boundaries are, inside of which, anything goes. Anyone can do whatever they want to in that area. There is even a government kiosk where anyone can get all the drugs they want, for free. Now why would anybody smash into a trailer and a house to steal things to buy drugs with when they can waltz into the Reeperbahn and get all the drugs they want for free. Which way is less costly and much safer.

Some dam fool put a mountain in my way in the Tyrolian Alps. Spent six months in the hospital. Had it been in an American hospital, I’d never be walking again. Their medical system is so far superior to America’s it’s not even close. And I, as a foreigner, did not hear one word about money or insurance. Again, there is no one explanation. But for an example, where corruption in American government is a way of life, in Central Europe it is searched for with an electron microscope. If any official of any kind were implicated in any corruption, he would need to leave the country. No one would speak to him. He would be able to get no work of any kind. Nor sweeping streets, not picking up garbage, nothing. The President of Germany, borrowed $600,000 to buy a house. A legitimate bank deal. Nothing shady about it. The public became outraged. They asked: “If he cannot manage his money any better than needing to borrow money for a house, how will he manage public money?” He was forced to resign.

And in America, millions can be squandered just on the word ‘impeach’ Lifers in Congress become billionaires. Political payback favors with taxpayer money.

No Michele Paris lunches in Germany at $35,000 a plate. Every other month in the Miami Herald there is an article about 50, 80, 260 million missing from some program that no one can account for. The Germans by contrast watch every penny the government spends and need to see an accounting. Were $20 missing, there would be an uproar heard way up into the Chugshpitz.

I am no authority on this subject. Probably have no right to so much as talk about it. It does however become obvious why there is no crime over there. There is no one who is programmed, for votes, to believe he is entitled to anything. Whatever he wants, he needs to work for it. A person can apply for welfare and get it. He has three months to find a job. If he does not have one, the government will put him on one. From which he cannot back out of. If he tries, he will be charged with attempting to defraud the government. Oh yes, very cruel. But the reward for all these operational methods is no crime. And were a man to push a woman into an apartment, there is not the slightest doubt he will be found. But why would a single sex maniac risk any confrontation with the law when he can find all the sex he wants in the Reeperbahn.

For being raised in America, from age 15 on, when younger, I used to ridicule the Germans. Would taunt the police deliberately. Have been literally evicted from the country. It would be assumed such a person would learn his lesson the first time. Happened to me twice. Their regimental discipline and hard headed ways irritated me. Low and behold, about thirty years ago, I began doing a one eighty. I now see their ways working a lot better than ours. Americans better wake up and not be as dumb as the Germans were or we will be in for some rough sailing.



We Americans think we have arrived. We don’t know to where. We just know we got there. We’re the greatest. The baddest. We’re the best of everything. The richest. Have more of everything than anyone else in the world. Have the best political system. Have the most freedoms. We are certainly supposed to, given what the people who built this country left us.

Unfortunately, we can no longer make such claims in any one spot. There are at least a dozen countries, speaking only from my own own travel and work experiences abroad that make us look like a third world basket case. One reason alone is crime. Within sight of my property, there is a high tension powerline that probably runs fifty miles, most likely from the nuclear powerplant near Orlando. They are replacing all the poles. Try to imagine what machinery it takes to handle hundred fifty foot long poles on a job that has been going on for months. Lately I have noticed a pick-up truck with it’s engine running every time I walk by no matter what time of day or night. On this mornings exercise walk, with the driver standing outside, I stopped to cackle. The huge machines number at least a dozen. Every one had had everything broken off it that could be junked for salvage money, including all the big Caterpillar batteries that cost $500 each that the thieves got $10 apiece for in the salvage yard.

It’s an interesting story how I caught the thieves who did the same thing to my fifth wheel camper trailer, including my four solar batteries I paid $314 apiece for. No doubt about it being the same low life’s in our neighborhood. Everyone knows them. Except maybe the police.

It appears there are at least thirty men in the electric crew. They are now furloughed until the machines are repaired. Imagine what merely that cost is. Along with the now guard stationed there with engine running 24/7. Think about it the next time you pay your electric bill.

Being away from home more than home I’m an easy target. When my house in Miami was broken into, a window on the front facing the street, smashed in, I was never so relieved to have a TV, VCR, etc. stolen. When I brought the cop into the back bedroom to see all the airplane electronics, one little black box measuring 2X6 alone worth $7000, he said; “you don’t think these kind of people have any brains do you.” He made out his report, handed it to me, with; “for your insurance company, have a nice day.”

I have never had insurance on anything, including what is imposed on everyone else by the government. It does not take many payments to equal what the insurance is supposed to protect. Insurance Americans have been brainwashed into believing they cannot exist without. There is no doubt about me winning at the insurance game.

When a Tennent of mine left an apartment in Orlando, owing four months rent, he took all the furniture with him. A chipper young lady by the name of Carmen, who frequently posts on Facebook, helped me clean the place up. When the Tennent came to get the last of his things, I quietly asked him; “by what reasoning did you think I would not get mad about you stealing all the furniture?” He answered; “had to throw the beds away, they were full of bed bugs.”

Little Carmen, and she is quite small, on her knees, scrubbing the floor like a little beaver, despite me ordering her not to, that just cleaning the kitchen would be good enough for the next Tennent about to arrive, looked up and snarled; “You lying piece of shit!!!”

Wow, I thought, what a spunky little thing. It was at that instant I fell hopelessly in love with her. The nice feelings she has given me over the past eight years by far eclipse any pile of furniture. Made the robbery not only become inconsequential, I became grateful it happened. Nothing has ever given me so much joy. Simply sitting in a room talking with this snappy New Yorker, is more exciting than having sex with a Playboy Centerfold. Come to think about it, I have no idea what a Centerfold would feel like. But I am sure it would not be as enlightening. Lady Carmen caused me to write a book. For anyone interested.

It is not for me to criticize the police. We certainly would have no life without them. But it does seem that with the average drunk driving charge being worth $10,000 to the legal system, and confiscations from drug dealers is more of a priority than ending the things that are so costly to the population, having knocked our standard of living down to number 27 in the world.

We have examples to demonstrate that the crime disease can be cured. Places where the police will spend five million dollars if necessary just to catch some graffiti artist. Consequently, there is no crime. Anyone with criminal intentions knows he will be caught. SO, which way is cheaper. Those countries have no drug or drunk driving problems. All our people would need to do is hop on an airplane to go over and see how it is done. If I, just an average working stiff, that happens to have a condo in Vienna, where am some of the year, can see how it is done, so can anyone else. It becomes obvious our people in charge do not want to end any of it. Since my Miami break-in I’ve had four more burglaries that I have not even bothered to call the police about. The electric thieves, would seem like an easy case, have still not been caught.

Until the public becomes educated on this subject and goes into revolution mode, nothing will change. What can we expect when our very top most leaders will let thirty million people in, coming from places where crime is a way of life, the very reason those countries are poor, all just for votes, making our people the most evil criminals in the world. Were it not just for them, everything we think we have so much of, we could have twice as much. Our government has been so corrupted, there is nothing that can be done about it. But we can do things for ourselves. Just as the guy writing this has done. Big difference however. He had no plan. He did not know what he was doing. Everything just fell into place. Anyone reading his books will have a blueprint to follow, and save years of time.


Completely Broken

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: “


whack them

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.


BULL-you know what

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.


a brief lesson in history

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 cafĂ©. 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?