Update; 03/09/13 16:52 hours this is a final update to this post. I am just cleaning things up for future patriots. I have not highlighted this most resent editing i.e. changes. I did this so previous highlighted info from the last update would remain unchanged. I have also gone ahead and deleted any text that may or may not have been done by a hacker, example this was dashes and letters that I did not type into my post.
4/15/11 21:22 I have made mostly just minor grammar and spelling corrections here. As I have looked my posts over more I realized just how many mistakes I had made. Like I said I was really rushing things to much. Anyways! I am having more and increasingly worst i.e. major problems with my computer, it is locking up now at times, etc. I may loose access to internet due to these problems. However if I can I have decided to start posting again, its all I've got. I do wish someone would reply to my Tri-F post though. By now everyone should realize that the U.S. gov. is not going to come in with the black helos. Like I've said IMO the U.S. government knows and has known for a very long time, all about me and what I'm about.
Once again I ask that anyone who might know who I am, FOR THE OLD WORLDS SAKE don’t let everyone know.
He is a World War II vet, in his late 80s and I won’t his last days to be as good as they can be. I was working when I moved in and have had nine jobs since, all turned into circuses.
I had planned on releasing the story of my cruse in the USMC, on Christmas 2010 my 27th anniversary of being discharged, Dec 1983 or was I honorably separated? LOL. But Christmas is the day I plan on starting to post the “actual kings truth”, that no one I ever met could handle. So I’m stating a fact not making an all or nothing statement.
My dad once told me setting on our front pouch, “you know boy, just before you came home, this man pulled up right across the street there, (pointing) in a (dad gave me the color and model, but I don’t recall, I do recall he told me it was a plain car like a rental. We’re wrecker drivers remember, dad said, he was a big man, and walked right up the drive way stopping right there, (pointing again). Dad said, the man told him “your son is coming home from the Marines” “if I was you, I would tell him to just keep right on going”.
My dad also once shocked me to no end by asking me, “boy when you came home from the Marines, what were you running from”? I looked at my dad, and said, “WHAT!” "dad I waited six months (lets all recall the movie “A FEW GOOD MEN”) for my discharge, I wasn’t running from any one, just in a hurry to get home".
Dad flat would not believe me.
My dad also once told me on that same front porch, “boy do you remember when Richard had you going out to the “snake farm” to deliver those cars” (note this ranch aka the snake farm, was way out in the middle of know where) I answered yes. My dad, “that was Tommy “Fireball” Lions place”. “the toughest, best private detective in Texas”. “I asked him to look into your situation once”. "You know what that man told me?" (I asked what). “he [Fireball] said buddy, forget it”. My dad, continued, “boy if I was you I would leave here and don’t come back”. “I’d try Florida, but if it doesn’t’ work out, I would just keep right on going”.
I told my dad some time later, on or about. April 28, 1992 I was moving to Las Vegas, because I didn’t believe I could be in a parking lot, alley or especially a casino and not be on camera. There may not always be someone monitoring the camera but at least if I was killed it would be on film, was the word I used. My life in Vegas is all there of course on video.
Long story short, I’ve always been a great looking man, friendly, intelligent, and have been told by just about everyone I worked for, that, (I was one of or the best worker they ever had) but I have not been able to make it anywhere, in at least seven states and ten cities over the last 27 years or so . Hundreds of jobs.
Vegas example; one night while talking to one of the pimps on Fremont street about the nights work, I was what they called a "smutter" passing out cards etc, he told me this. Paraphrasing…
“you know I’ve watched you now for awhile and your really good, on time, always walking, your polite, you don’t offer to couples, etc. etc. and now your setting here telling me about all this trouble you’ve been having lately with security, and customer complaints. Somebody is trying to undercut you, maybe and he named a few of the rival companies. I told him it wasn’t the locals, and that I now knew “their back” .
I reasoned over time that it was just my old neighbors taking advantage of the 59.00 round trip special Southwest airlines, was offering at the time. I had seen some the old neighborhood kids from San Antonio that lived down the street from my parents home, crossing in front of the Mirage, shortly after my talk with that pimp.
This move I had made to Vegas, had been i.e. was my first of many moves, it was labor day weekend 1992 the same week of the Rodney King riots i.e. the date of my arrival was May 1, 1992.
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I have some great notes on the current history of my present location. So I’ve got the whole story on standby just hit enter, as part of my FPF i.e. final protective fire phase lol, to post the info.
I’m FLYING A WHITE FLAG right now. Calling for a truce, with the current locals, as a humane jester.
Although Mr. C/D has not shown any up till this point, you Mr. C/D, know more than I all the shit my armor has with stood. I do realize how difficult it is to reverse these syops with any or the current locals. Just today, it came to me leaving. Yes, I almost had to push enter today 11/23/10. Just a couple of days from Thanks-giving which well be my six anniversary of arriving in Miami (11/25/04). And I met the old world Feb. 2005 our fifth anniversary in Miami Beach. I believe the timing had a lot to do with my not being kicked out. Some of the locals have shown mercy lately. And if anyone locally reads or here's about this blog, I tell you the truth, my list is long, and the guy at the top is my only priority period. Please don’t push anymore.
I did not learn who Mr. Common denominator (Mr. C/D) was until June 2006. You might be surprised as to my near total recall, now. And to Mr. C/D I did not low crawl from here to you, and have pretty much held my fire about it all, i.e. not telling the hole "Actual Kings Truth", but I just have to get this shot in…
I’m challenging Mr. Common denominator, to have the discipline, and moral courage to stand up and admit your failed campaign of character assassination etc. on me for the last 27 years. This had devastating effects i.e. robbing me of a fair chance in life and penalized not just me but my poor (money wise) family that I could not help due to the fact I could barely stand on my own. I had to leave my mother on her death bed in San Antonio to attempt my last escape.
A few poems I've written over the years, as an incite to my mind. IMO I've kept a well balanced out look.
Twinkle twinkle little star
Now that science, tells me how far you are
By counting the years it took for you to appear
Here in my sight on this very night
That being so, now I know, earth wasn’t the first thing to be
Fallow me
It seems gods voice got the cart before the horse
let there be light, might suggest a little eye test
Or at the very best, there was an offal long rest, before the next breath
Or maybe it was just a printing blunder
but it makes me wonder, about this bible which god is liable.
Ghost Vampires and a Werewolf
Ghost are rarely seen
but there in every seam, of the cloths you use to wear
They’re in the way you use to wear you hair
These reinforce choices to never think back
They echo in your voice, when it cries, you just don’t care.
So where are the Vampires
lying in there coffins wrapped in there capes
waiting for the dying sunlight to lead the escape
or just animalistic people looking to commit a rape
Speaking of mammals of man kind, there is a one of a kind.
Oh god the mood arises, the hair on the back of his neck rises.
Its that opposite of the sun, that makes his cold sweet run.
He’s the one with the full moon mad mind.
I’m speaking of the werewolf coming up from behind
Heart Farmer
Heart farmer that’s what you are
playing the field of men just for the fun of harvesting them
Weather they grow short or tall, fat or thin
you just crave that fifth limb
Sunshine smiles catching looks for miles
fertilizing with your tantalizing, romancing with your rain dancing
are those storm clouds on the horizon or are your sassy modes rising
is that thunder I here, or are you angry my dear
tears falling like rain
you blame men for your pain
as you plough threw their feelings again and again
and as all farmers do, you have a scarecrow too
to keep away those pesty varmints in their sexy garments
but your scarecrow is no set of cloths
stuffed with hay standing in the field all night and day
Yours is just a series of lies to compromise an other wise
perfectly offered hand equipped with wedding band
Calluses most grow on your tongue not on your hands
But I do dare to speak of a farmers nightmare
for with out a doubt there well come that inevitable age-able drought
and the fields well be bare and full of loneliness
as the crows makes their nest in your Heart-farmer.
Your way
Conversations spoken as loud as revelations
All the excess noises car alarms, honking horns
And multiple door handles
Drive him crazy keep claiming he’s lazy
spread all the propaganda, like cops reading Miranda
don’t leave him alone at work or at home
Blinking lights day and night
Of coarse they’ve used timers and sensors too
But there’s been many a trip just to flip the switches on the walls
winter spring summer or fall they don’t let up at all
Think I’m off my rocker
help me count the rocks not pecans found in my lawns
The only rime or reason is its just plan pleasing all the taunting and teasing
And when he’s out side decide to call and ring the phone off the wall
Its all real my enemies zeal
its not my imagination or and exaggeration
No magical chemical pills needed to cure any mental ills in my brain
all that hokus pockus, diagnoses some lame doctor claimed to blame me for my misery
I never failed any test that they must confess
So I’m left hoping for the best
just a little miracle, a blessing from and oracle
to reverse this horrible, chemistry, between god and me
Bad relations, form the day of creations, unforeseen, that god didn’t mean
if not, god should pray for forgiveness, form all of us
Not blame mankind for the failure to withstand old man time
It was prefect only as long as we nursed it
last for ever, I dare say never
If life was and open book, that Satan took a look at
In the index there would be reference text to his--story
the ultimate history
of those who chose to appose that which god supposedly knows is best for us
who continue to partake in the apple that was ate
And irreversible mistake for Christ sake
even if it was Satan’s revolt that brought perfection to a Holt
Wouldn’t it be related to the day Satan was created
By you know who
Ain't playing me for no fool
And gods solution to deal with all this delusion
a savior born of the virgin marry
Quite extraordinary form the ordinary method of being conceived
but this is what we're told to believe
One would have to take leave of his mind to fallow this line of madness
All that wish list bless-ness brought about by Christmas.
In summery I’m pleased with me
you can take all your holy covets and shove it all where the sun don’t’ shine
I have no problem speaking so malign
you have allowed people to wage war on my mine for a hell of a long time
and I must say I am pleased with the way
I survive each day with you tin my way
P.S. oh yes
From time to time
They mess with mother’s mind
Just the other day they through some trash away in one of our trash cans
When it was discovered and mother polity complained, they just took the dam thing
The very next morning we awoke to that joke
It was in their front yard plum full of stuff as if to say tough to pure old mama
Who’s as peaceful as the Dale lama.
So like I’ll say again, it’s all about my old friend, god welling I’ll have to wait 20 years, the old world well be in his 100s. I’ve been showing IMO the discipline of god, here now for years. But I we’ll call you out, Mr. common denominator. And after reading these post, maybe people will say I’m Mr. coincidence, but that would make me special to god. I’m not willing to entertain that idea. Most likely people will claim I’m crazy just on a hunch. And I know, I well have no “private Santiago justice” my JAG will not reopen the case.
But someone is going to lose face i.e. be disgraced especially in the eyes of the Corps history, as well as in the eyes of those who most likely never knew who was manipulating them, or even for what sick cowardly purpose, but IMO well realize it now, and that they where in fact, one of those "Useful idiots".
G-day!
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