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UPDATE 12/21/13, 11:42 HOURS

I am revealing who I am today i.e. posting my name, I am Keith Oeffinger, I was born in San Antonio Texas in 1963. See today's post 12/21/13 .


Update, 01/11/14 12:30 hours;

I would like to say, with only one reply, like three years ago, this blog seems too much like a mirror site to me. And it appears very few patriots are looking back at past posts.

The new “Fragmented Fighting Facts” series of posts that dedicates one post to each Basic rule has now been completed. This series starts with the post tilted “Post # 1, Planning, Preface” that posted on 05/12/13. This series is under the label “Tri-F in progress”. Posts well be updated as I edit or discover additional knowledge thus the series is the most current version of my "Fragmented Fighting Facts" manual. For an old but complete version i.e. all in one post copy. Patriots are welcomed to try viewing one of the “pages” listed in the “special word section” on the starboard side of the blog. I say try due to the fact I’m not sure if they are published i.e. viewable to the general public due to all the issues or HACKING with my blog. There is also a complete copy posted, that is titled, “Tri-F in progress” too, it was posted 11/13/10.

And feel free to fire away with a reply, (sarcasm on).


FLASH REPORT; the “TERRORIST ARE NOT AMONG US, AND NEVER WERE I.E. AL QAEDA IS A STAWL MAN, GHOST”.

The most important lesson that everyone should have taken away from the Boston Marathon bombings was that those young men proved that no al-queda members are in the u.s. Otherwise they too would just go get some presure cookers and had to a parade.

“I AM NOT A TERRORIST” this nation’s worst enemy is FEAR. This fear is being promoted mostly by the back woods, right wing, Christians of this nation. We need to separate church and state, period. And that is of course for the States sake.


I would like patriots to understand that I use the terms "official revealed fact" to mean what everyone is being told by officials, media etc. I use the term "kings truth" to mean what I know or believe to actually be the actual facts. I DO NOT MEAN IT IN A RELIGIOUS WAY. I.E. the term Kings is plural as in those running the show.


Preface for the Fragmented Fighting Facts

Note pink highlighted material is that, that IMO is questionable factually, it maybe an “official revealed fact” that I am questioning. The material may need to be defined i.e. explained more or it could be a personal note. Yellow is location undecided or unedited material i.e. unread that I have not decided on what to keep or not. Green means a change has been made i.e. an update. By noting the green updated highlights a Patriot well not have to read the Fragmented Fighting Facts in its entirety to stay current. Red is important, perhaps the "kings truth".

Newjarheaddean; this is my collection of combat notes. One might call it my anthology of combat tactics, techniques, methods and skills. The note taking began about fourty years ago (I was around 13 years old) with the observation of 10 rules listed with in a book covering the French and Indian i.e. Native American, wars, entitled “Roger’s Rangers”. That’s right the rules that started all this are “Army Ranger” rules, this book was located in the “Westfall” library in San Antonio Texas off of Vance Jackson. I get a kick out of the libraries name due to the general agreement that modern or state vs state warfare started with the singing of the peace treaties at Westphalia. I could not read at the time; however I knew that a list in a book on war would be important. I copied those rules down like a scribe might have written hieroglyphs and had my dad read them to me. . This discovery preceded numerous sources including approximately one hundred books and about a dozen field manuals, of which a few were of WWII era. These were found at libraries, half price bookstores and garage sales. Since going on line in 2007, I have found material on web sites such as “Defense and National Interest” (DNI), “Global security”, “Strategy page” , “Wikipedia” and “Bayonet strength” and “Efour4ever” in the combat lessons learned section. These last two sites cover WWII.

Previously referred to as K.O.O.L.N. (acronym definition, top secret), FLASH REPORTS; I NOW AM TELLING EVERYONE IT STANDS FOR KEITH OEFFINGER'S ORGANIZATION OF LEARNED KNOWLEDGE the joke on me here was I believed Knowledge was spelled with an (N). I was a special education student and did not learn to read until my last year of high school. I have now titled my work “Fragmented Fighting Facts” or “Tri-F”; the name derives from the computer grammar function always alerting me to the fragmented nature of my sentences. This is due to the “just the facts, ma’am” manor the material is written i.e. there has been little if any effort to write in whole sentences or provide context. This is not to say there is no order with Tri-F, in fact there is a theme. I have laid out the information as one might expect a commander or members of a unit to recall it thus utilizing it to conduct a mission.

We start with “Planning”, followed by the section on “Defense”, then there’s “Preparations and conduct of patrols” or “PCP”, and we end with “Conduct of Engagements” or “COE”, i.e. engagements being the term used here for shootouts. Each section of Tri-F consists of numbered “Basic rules”, each basic rule followed by detailed notes that either relate to, explain, or give examples pertaining to the basic rules. As with the general format of Tri-F, each section’s basic rules are laid out as one might need to recall them. This is most obvious in the last section COE starting with basic rule number one, “Flash report”, i.e. actions to take upon contact with the enemy. This sections last basic rule deals with handling POWs.

Keep in mind this is a work in progress; I’m constantly discovering new information to add which in turn still at times requires rearranging things. At the same time, interestingly enough to me, I have not needed to rearrange my original order of the basic rules for quite some time. There are however, two instances where the detailed information fallowing a pair of basic rules became so similar I decided to combine the pair into one basic rule. These two occurrences are noted in footnotes.

Now heed this, out of all the information contained within this work, only an estimated 1% was taught to me while I was serving in the U.S.M.C. Moreover, to put a fine point on it, it’s worth noting I served in Charlie Company, First Battalion, Fifth Marines, First Marine Division, i.e. an Infantry unit. Before my discharge (after only a two year cruse), I attended Jungle Warfare School in the northern training area of Okinawa (for two weeks), Mountain Warfare School in Korea (for one week) and Combat Town Camp Pendleton for MOUT training (for one day). I did not take part in any amphibious training nor did I ever go to Twenty Nine Palms for Desert Warfare training. We did ride around in AAVs once at Camp Pendleton. All in all I would say the only things I missed out on were a beach landing (at Coronado I believe) and a little sun burn, due to the fact that those twenty nine palms, I was told in the early eighties were all located at the front gate of that base. Needless to say, the training did not impress me, and I now know it was not going to get any better as some suggested to me at the time, and still others later claimed that I should have just stayed in longer.

With my position on the lack of training, I do wish to make it perfectly clear that I do support the service women and men in the U.S. armed forces. I also believe them to be as brave as any people on earth, (with the exception of the (Y) generation). My concern is in the way the Infantry especially is being mislead and used. I want people to understand my experience and IMO a lot of evidence suggests Uncle Sam intends to use his infantry in ways that does not include training any generation in the art of “traditional Guerilla combat tactics” i.e. as a “Traditional Commando” would be. I am not talking about “SWAT” team “Close quarter” tactics, like the “Stick dynamic entry”. That tactic should be called the “cluster f**k”. Just call that sort of tactic what it is NYPD (Cops T.V. show bad-boys, bad-boys) in Afghanistan.

The problem is that that tactic was developed by police departments to deal with an objective occupied by drugged up party animals, i.e. untrained civilians. The police never use it in a spur of the minute situation. They use it when the house/objective has been under constant surveillance for mouths in some cases and the police know all manner of information about everyone in the house and the structure and neighborhood in general. The cops choose a time when everyone is pasted out from partying the night before and have long lost any weapons (between the cushions or under the bed) they might have had on them as show pieces during the party. The primary reason for the large numbers of police in close proximity is to make sure the gang does not think the raid is a rival gang “brake in” and thus resist in any way. There is lots of yelling too, thus reinforcing the message that no one is trying to be covert, like one would be to get away with a crime.

This brings up an intriguing observation of mine; that being that by the book an assault should be made from the top down, yet the troops in Afghanistan and elsewhere use the Stick dynamic entry and usually enter from the front door, like a SWAT team. However resent high profile raids show the SWAT teams attacking from the top down. Examples you may recall are the raids on the Shinning path group in Peru in 2000 and the Mumbai raid by Indian forces on the Jewish center in 2008. IMO this proves the existence of what I’ll refer to as a “need to know” training policy, being followed by various governments, the purpose being to limit the number of true Commandos that could become tomorrow’s rebels, apposing corrupt governments. One last thing about the Stick, IMO every single time the regular forces unit conducting one of these foolish Stick dynamic entries comes under fire i.e. runs into resistance, the Stick brakes i.e. the whole unit evacuates and awaits some kind of support form tanks, guns, tubes or air. Bottom line IMO the Stick is used as a probing tactic and is meant to be a moral boosting show peace tactic to make the unit feel as if it has taken a hill, which was nothing more than another empty building, that IMO Intel suggested, was the case before the entry was ordered. Recalling the police policy of long periods of surveillance prior to raids.

It also seems to me that in light of the old saying “you can fight a war with bombs and blockades but only boots on the ground can win it” ( IMO, Uncle Sam has now revised that saying, as fallows) “you can win a war with bombs and blockades, but only the infantry can end the war”, farther more IMO Uncle Sam has gone one more step and decided to use private security companies and local i.e. indigenous people for the infantry role. All this fear of true commandos is all very similar to the “Mujahideen” not being allowed by various governments, to return to their homelands i.e. native nations, after fighting the Soviets in Afghanistan.

And as for the U.S. and other Western nations, training foreigners to fight a counter insurgency goes. IMO this training includes nothing more than police procedures i.e. conducting investigations, forensics, searching individuals and buildings to collect evidence and yes serving warrants, if necessary, with those all mighty “stick” tactics. And of course, lots of “new innovative techniques and tactics” involving CAS and IMO (Old) so called high tech equipment the U.S. Military Industrial Congressional Complex wants to clear out of the warehouses.

All in all IMO Uncle Sam has chosen to put just about all his eggs in one advanced technology system, think Star Wars Storm Troopers or Matrix i.e. the Operator or Morpheus trying to guide Neo and others to safety. IMO it looks something like this; (x) unit go to (x) address, kick in front door, use stairs to your right, go south down hallway to (x) door, it is unlocked, interning room go to (x) window looking out window to the north you will see your target running east though the neighbors garden. All this information and the “live” feeds of target and area of operations would be provided by a fleet of satellites as well as Near space assets that are never mentioned by the media as current military assets and of course there’s the robots, UAVs and a flood of other covertly deployed sensors as well as covert eves dropping of any civilian electronic devices in the Area of operations.

Thus in light of these and similar so called “new innovative, techniques and tactics” (notice the media and governments choice of words “techniques and tactics” as if we’re talking Commando training i.e. why not use some modern high tech terms the system is so eager to introduce us all to normally as a matter of routine), IMO Uncle Sam has placed the traditional Guerrilla combat tactics, on the back burner and is hoping they all go the way of other black arts.

This is not just true of the infantry; let us take a peek at aerial combat. Does anyone out there actually think today’s U.S. pilots are turning and burning, pulling high (G) maneuvers trying to hit the entry windows and get inside the bandits turn. Think any pilot has conducted a yo-yo or split S maneuver lately or made the choice between a single or two-circle fight. Now days its all about stealth, ECM and Smart even autonomous weapons, missiles especially BVR tech. IMO this explains why the U.S. Navy is not concerned with not having a front line fighter equal to the USAF F-22 Raptor. An article I recently read on “Strategy page” mentioned a lot of talk about a Navy F/A-18E at an air show, displaying a little F-22 silhouette decal i.e. a simulated Kill credit symbol/icon. IMO the F/A- 18E did not gun down that kill.

And then everyone knows that just about all now and IMO soon all weapons systems including the bayonet well have a chip in it.

So if the electronics ever fail (maybe due to a shift in the axis of earths electromagnetic field, passed a certain point or perhaps a record size solar flare) IMO it well be the masters of the age-old Guerrilla combat tactics i.e. The Fragmented Fighting Facts Basic Rules that survive, keeping in mind “no one wins”.

I also wish, that those who join the various services where told all this up front i.e. “we do not intend to train you as a traditional Commando”.

Another thing I would like everyone to consider is that; what makes a Marine special is not the training she or he receives, no it’s the steel the youth demonstrates when they choose to join the Marines. Even when compared to the Special Forces, who IMO are only specialists in their particular field, once again mostly high tech specialties and whose ranks are filled with older personnel that have already been serving and have graduated from a boot camp i.e. are aware of the hoop and hype hurry up and wait tactics. And who are then usually chosen i.e. coached into changing their MOS. I am aware of the change in recruitment policy after 2001 allowing for direct entry into the S.F. community. IMO a rarity and IMO it is still not the same as just choosing to go to a Marine Corps Recruit Depot from the start.

Furthermore, to those who just well not accept the truth about the lack of training along the lines of traditional Guerrilla combat tactics. I can now say that I have exchanged comments with a number of Iraqi and Afghanistan combat vets. These comments can be found on the internet if you Google up my call sign, Newjarheaddean also spelled with one (D). IMO it is obvious that the tactics I speak of are news to the vets, some have made commits that proves in combat they were just winging it. And no, I don’t believe that all the vets are observing some kind of code of silence on these tactics including the vets who are against the wars. Unless everyone wants to say that YouTube and other internet companies are conspiring to edit all combat footage that shows these tactics being used and that, the vets are staging other videos that show them (albeit with great bravery) as armatures without a clue and winging it. If anyone ever sees video, showing the tactics listed in Tri-F being used, be sure and provide a link with your comment. I once saw a flash of film on CNN showing combat in Lebanon during the 1980s that showed some of these tactics being used by a Guerrilla fighter. I well also say I do believe that UAV footage is edited by the Pentagon to keep the public from seeing the few but well trained Taliban and other Guerrilla fighters that are using these tactics. Alternatively, maybe people think our professional highly trained well-equipped military is unable to defeat 10 – 20 thousand religious extremist amateur thugs in almost a decade of fighting. All the while killing at least by some estimates 100 a mouth including dozens of top commanders.

Let me also say, on the numbers of U.S. PTSD casualties, i.e. IMO, WIA, (And IMO deserving of a Purple Heart). The Government portrays these cases as a result of fighting a war that is “unlike any other war we have fought before” (LOL). Facing an enemy that is fighting in some mysterious and or cowardly manor that simply cannot be countered by military means. I believe the high numbers are a result of US forces fighting in a manner that is suicidal i.e. pointless and counterproductive to the real world situation. Example; you have a young brave American ready to fight for the nation, while on one of these IMO “Russian roulette parades” someone shoots at the unit from some building, everyone scrambles for cover, as some spray and pray, then after determining the location using SWATS (Soldier Worn Acoustic Targeting Systems) sniper detectors, or one of the many similar vehicle mounted systems the commander calls in some sort of CAS, if someone’s brains have been blow out especially if it was an officer or the location is vague, a real “crowd pleaser” maybe used i.e. 2000 pounder.

IMO this is how 90% of engagements (fought by regular infantry units) are resolved. Special Forces are now and in the feature more and more regular infantry well be using the Matrix. And to those that think this is the exception I say show me the number of WIA or KIA (On either side) by small arms fire i.e. during traditional firefights. Even if one includes sniper fire those figures are really low. So IMO after witnessing all the carnage and innocent civilian life being lost and receiving all those looks from the witnesses, it is the American that realizes it is his unit that is not fighting right.

This is reinforced and really sinks in back in the states when the vet is asked to tell the Commando stories that never occurred and thus the vet must tell the truth i.e. give up the Commando reputation, keep it all inside or start lying. If the first option is chosen that unveiling reality is demoralizing and makes it all not worth it. If either one of the other chooses are made IMO the vet becomes the ticking bomb. And I can tell you all that many times, I have recalled being told once that “when you go home keep your mouth shut about the things we did. If you don’t you well be thought of as a liar or crazy and either which way your life well be over”. That First Sergeant was right, but like my daddy use to say, “He’s right but he does not know why he’s right” i.e. IMO the First Sgt. thought of what we did in terms of remarkable heroic feats. However, IMO certainly since the beginning of the Vietnam era, it is the lack of training i.e. the manner in which our service women and men are fighting that keeps this tragedy going.

I would also suggest the vets of today are just like I was 25 or so years ago in the sense that they know there training is lacking, however, they just cannot explain what’s missing. However unlike me they refuse to accept that old fashion “black arts” are the answer i.e. should be the basis of basic training. And I now know the “Black art” tactics they and I should have been trained in and I can now say, “The PFC that told the Corp it was out of step, now has provided the proof”. What surprises me is that most vets it seems don’t care at all about the tactics I speak of and seem to view me as an unpatriotic “party pooper”, when I’m just a U.S. Marine trying to improve the Corps and save lives. Bottom line IMO the infantry needs to consist of unmarried i.e. undistracted, NO CHILDREN, dedicated true professionals, trained in the tactics listed in Tri-F and many more I am sure exist.

And to those that say “chivalry is for the museums” I say “first we must have peace on earth”.

One Newjarheaddean

“Let no Marines ghost say if my training had only done its job”

" Give me a million dollars and I well change the world"

" When it comes to persecution and suffering that fairly tale about christ dose not have (S) nothing on me"

" I well bet my lucky start"

“IKYG”

G-day!

Update; 12/19/14 09/53 hours




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Sunday, December 29, 2013

GOOD MORNING ALL MIGHTY

AHOY,

i used that timer gizmo to post this on sunday. Man if I was lieing I would think there would be a whole corp of doctors working on me in a basement of some hospital. LOL, You christians are worshiping the devil. And I'm just the guy who's going to try and kill god. So why want the devil help me? IMO because I will not brink the blood "koolaid" i.e. worship he as gods sacrificed son. God must have already killed his wife and is fucking his daughter, LOL.


And the devil dose not have a family his like a hermit, "they" would say, LOL.


I LOVE AND MISS YOU OLD WORLD TO MUCH


Remember the old joke world about the Marine in the fighting hole, holding off the squad of Germans. First fire-team gets wiped out second same thing. Third fire-team makes it to the perimeter and one of them comes running back yelling at the reserve squad, get back get back its a trap....there's two of them.
The second Marine here is the "old world" i.e. he wants to see me too. He told me he's response to me suggesting I move to Virginia was, "absolutely".


What fallows is my poem that puts the witch doctors and satan worshiping christians right in their place. And they all know it.



Your way

Conversations spoken as load 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, its just plain 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 fail 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 creation, unforeseen that god didn’t mean

if not god should pray for forgiveness form all of us

not blame man kind 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

An irreversible mistake, for Christ's sake,

even if it was Satan’s revolt that brought perfection to a hold

Wouldn’t it be related to the day Satan was created

By you know who

Aren’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 where 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 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 in 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 there front yard plum full of stuff as if to say tough to pure old mama

Who’s as peaceful as the Dale lama.








And now a little salt in the wound.



Light incite 


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. 






Next is just a love poem, lol







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
They reinforce the choice to never think back
They echo in your voice when you say 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 




THE FOLLOWING IS FROM AN "ALL STILL CRAZY AFTER ALL THESE YEARS" SERIES OF POSTS,THAT POSTED ON DEC. 24 2010. 

I made tried to read over it all and correct any mistakes or info that needed updating, however I only had so much time. I can guarantee everyone one thing and that is that no one who has been fallowing all this for anytime believes for one minute that i am down and out, lol soon Conway will say, GOD DAMIT! that piece of shit "did it again" i.e. got back up on my feet. 
Well i PFC Keith Oeffinger say, you god dam right. And then I like to think some sentry would say he'll be passing the main gate of camp lejeune shortly sir. 



THE WACO STORY

I had gone to see mom at the rest home for the last time two days before the kick off of operation “Mumbo”. I told her of my plans, got her blessing with a nod and kissed her good bye.

I made two promises to god before I lift.

One:; that, I was going to move, (like the Roman solider, cursed to walk the earth for stabbing Christ) anytime I began to experience the same kind of "circus" I had in the past.

Two; That if I ever get the chance ( I must note at this point, like I always have, that, if god is ONLY like we can imagine, there would be no chance for me to keep my promise) i.e. "I’ll kill you god". Thus my IKYG acronym. I have also now revised this explanation as imo this meeting with me and god if it is ever allowed to occur, well happen after my death i.e. i am not going to "think" some person is god.

I began operation “Mumbo” (one of the last nicknames for mom) i.e., I made my move from San Antonio, TX. strait to Sioux Falls South Dakota on August the 14, 2002. A little back ground, starting three weeks before, I made three trips, about one trip a week to Corpus Christi Texas to visit with family. I had lots of things on my mind at this time and can’t recall all the details right now; however I did have lots of stories about "cirrus" activity surrounding me during those trips. Family agreed, I was being fallowed. The activity was centered mostly at or near the leaving S.A. sign and the entering Corpus Christi, one.

So that morning August 14, 2002 around 03:00, with everything packed (behind closed curtains), I moved everything to the front door, went outside and backed my car up to the front door, loaded everything in my trunk and was gone. I took the back roads along the ditch crossing Vance Jackson between the two churches, (note this is the lowest point along Vance Jackson i.e. less chance of being spotted) right to the 410 entrance at the top of the hill overlooking the hole neighborhood, (if the view was not blocked by all the trees) got on and drove 54 mph. Keep in mind readers S.A. all ready had the traffic camera system operational, I've often dreamed that one day I would get to see those tapes, now that we know who Mr. C/D is i.e. James T. Conway former CMC June 2006- 2010. Once I reached the city limits I increased to about 85 MPH. playing the odds on being spotted and stopped by Department of Public Safety (DPS i.e. Texas highway patrol). I had to make sure I was not fallowed. There was not a car on the road for miles. IMO everyone monitoring me just knew, without a doubt, that I was moving to Corpus Christi and the guy who got picked to go wait for me at I - 90 east and 35 south never saw me flying out 35 North that morning.


Bare with me for a minute please, another big bonus to all this smoke screen was that everyone who has ever known me knows I freeze if the temperature goes below 60 F. And now just months before winter without a coat, wearing shorts, I moved dam near all the way to the Canadian boarder. The grip on the tiger’s tail had been broken. And for the first time IMO lots of people who fear me out of there own gilt, did not know where I was, or what I was doing.

That was such a great filling, I cried like a baby talking on the phone with family after settling in and taking in all the normal activity around me, i.e. crazy to be sure, but not directed at me. “It was like arriving in Norway”, I told one worker at a Wal-Mart. Coming strait from San Antonio Texas (the Alamo like Southern California has been returned to the Latino's,  folks, just stating a fact) then seeing all white people everywhere, the temperature change etc. I was laughing as I walked a main isle, looking now for a person with some skin tone.

4/17/11 I recently called an old neighbor back home, and talked to the mother of the family, who I totally believe was telling me the truth. She, said, (Keith) "we were told you were dead, years ago". I now believe my family did this, because as I told them "when I go and these people realizes they no longer know were I am, mark my words, they well become your best friends. Thus start trying to pump you for info, on my whereabouts. I also laughed because I remember hearing this sort of thing over and over with different biker members, from MCs, one of my sisters hung out with. LOL, but i did not have to brake any laws or kill anyone. LOL.



Back to the Waco story;

I had a Chevron gas card, that I planned on using until I left Texas, the first Chevron station I see is closed. I had driven all the way up to the pump before noticing. I had not gotten much sleep in two days, I was shaking from the lack of candy, since I could not risk having butter fingers if I was pulled over.

[This story by the way is the only one, come to think of it were one sure as hell could say I was delusional. I am only telling the truth; most of this can be proven. The reason I am so sure of the exact date (LOL) lesson to this, I saved the receipt, you can still make out the cereal number, and that it was "Kings Grocery" i.e. a subsidiary under the Chevron banner. 06;36 when I checked out. The top portion of the dates second digit is no longer visible at the top, but there is no curve to the bottom portion of the second digit, so I say it was the 14th not 19th. LOL. besides that we have the date Press. Bush departed waco too.]

The next Chevron was open, but on the south bond side, I did not in any way wish to turn around with this clean escape. next thing I know the radio disk-jockey comes on the air (and I’ll have to paraphrase) He said; good morning Waco, its sunrise, six (what ever) am, Aug. 14, 2002,  president Bush, wraps up his three day economic summit and will be flying out today/tomorrow? etc.

This was news to me.

Then he plays the music, he chose the “Police”… 4/17/11 "King of Pain" “There’s a little black spot on the sun today” etc. (You see my birth mark is a big old black mole, you could call a little big spot, right in the center of my back). Then I see the next Chevron, it looks open, its on the north bond side, and then I see it, the Waco city limits sign, and realized I’m in Waco Texas, and I decide I have to go to Mount Carmal.

The lady at the store did not want to tell me how to get there, said she did not know. I felt like telling her I was from S.A. and her not knowing where Mount Carmal was, imo would be like me not knowing where the Alamo was. However I was tired and did not want to look like a trouble maker. I got lots of run around instructions that morning and I would like to think it was around 09;00 hours by the time I stepped on to Mount Carmal.

I approached from a back road, just before getting there a black cat crossed my path. I pulled over right on his path, never spotting him again. I had decided to face this situation without firearms and placed the rifle I had with me in the trunk.

The gate was open, a big tree splits the driveway, a small building serves as a reception center on the right, I never saw anyone, I walked only the front area, staying visible to anyone who might be watching and or videotaping. The rebuilt house looked nice with a wooden cross in the top center window. The entire place is much much smaller than I had imagined. As I left I ran arms open, head back, through the trees planted out front for the souls who departed us that day. I left an old early copy of my Fragmented Fighting Facts at the base of that big tree, along with a three foot by half inch wooded duo i.e. pool, no spear tip. LOL.


Leaving was real easy compared to finding the place. I simply had to take a left out the gate make a quick right on to the paved road and then make the entrance to 35 just down the way. As I made the entrance ramp I found myself behind a UPS van, I did not want to be speeding anymore so I just let him lead the way. At one point as we drove on the UPS van moved over into the fast lane revealing the Texas DPS trooper cruising truly in the lead. I also realized at this time, that, that UPS van was most likely a SWAT team. And thus I was being escorted. I set my curse control to 54 mph and so we traveled for about five miles, never did our separation change, that I noticed.


Then at once, the trooper put on all his lights and the siren and took out petal to the metal. I kept it at 54 mph. UPS van too. Then around five more miles down the road, I see it. It is a fuel tanker truck on the two way access road traveling on the north bond lane, this all to my right. The trooper was parked blocking the road and was setting in his cruiser with the truck driver against his cruiser  Now, I’ve always told everyone including the Jacobi’s, (who I worked for in South Dakota0 that, that tanker was on fire. And I got to drive by due to the fact it was on the access road. However it was not on fire, like I said I’m only telling the truth here. So now I saying, I was week and lied i.e. added it (the fire) in. But IMO that was exactly what the Secret Service escort LOL was concerned about with my approaching rendezvous with that tanker.


When I arrived in Sioux Falls I exited onto 41st street ( 4/17/11 now noted later as being corrected to 12th street) pulled into an Amoco gas station, I had purchased my car insurance before leaving Texas from a company named amco it was an acronym. In the store I hear the news about president Bush giving his economic speech at Mt. Rushmore. Exiting the store, I met a man outside named John, asked about work and gave him a list of my skills. He introduced me to Paul at “Billions Toyota” I believe, just down the street, who took my application and sent me to David Jacoby (Mr. Jacoby) who hired me at “Roman Services” detailing cars. The name of the company, derives from a combination the last names of the two previous owners. But that day, I met, John, Paul and David.

One of our rivals was a company of all black men going by the name of “King James”.

I had told Mr. Jacoby mouths after my arrival that when I crossed the Texas border I realized I had forgotten to buy me my last “Big Red” soda. A childhood favorite, that was only sold in Texas. The boy who did the first commercials for the product lived on a colder sack at the end of my street. Bobby  something (Rodriguez I believe it was) my sister remembers his name, however I keep forgetting to ask her. Days later I walked into a convenient store on 12th street (I believe it was a FINA) and there it was, it seems the company was expanding, we can check the shipping records. You see “Big Red” had merged i.e. been bought out by Severn "7-Up" just prior to my move and was now able to ship out of state. And I must say it’s red like blood.

The Jacobi’s are an All American wonderful family. Jewish Russian blood, they work hard, pay taxes, honor Christ, and love the USA. Our politics are complete opposite. One of the elders puts on an annual outdoor Christmas play. I was told that year (2002) it most likely would be the last the Great Grandma would host. The crowds i.e. traffic and hours was becoming just too much. It was a wonderful play; I really enjoyed myself that night.


MORE BACK-FILL DELUSIONS

I moved to Bandera Texas (“The Cowboy capital of the world”) in late 1994, moved into my Grandma’s old place. She died when I was in Vegas. I Spent most of my summers in Bandera till about the age of 15. So now as it were, I pasted out at the wheel one night coming home, yes I had been drinking 6 beers in about three hours, was what I had. While I was doing laundry, LOL, it’s true. Anywho, IMO someone slipped me something. The "Aftermath", without a vehicle and having developed more than my share of flat tires on my bicycle , the seven mile trip to town, work hours etc. proved to be too much. I decided to let mom sell.

My dad never wanted me to live up there, he told my mom, he’ll turn it into a compound and there would be trouble. She told me when she offered it to me. She also told me and others that she just wanted me to be able to be me. LOL, mom of course was talking about personal life, seeking happiness etc, but I could hear my dad, oh don’t worry about that.

Now looking back, IMO, me not digging in and living off the land was really the best decision I ever made. Not to mention the fact (LOL), you see, one thing everyone has realized when they get to know me, is that “I’m I good guy”. And weather I like it or not, I just never have given up on living a happy normal life. I always kept hope and "seized the day". And all the while, little did i know who Mr. C/D was.


So, behold a great delusional story to put me on high.

This event took place in Grandma’s living room in Dec. 1994. One day while in the grocery store I see the December Life magazine on the shelf, the cover head line i.e. title read “who was he”  and realizing it was a religious article I bought one. After reading just a few paragraphs, I decide it was too deep for me at the moment. I took the cover off and placed it in the corner of the ceiling i.e. the ceiling and wall juncture, over my right shoulder.

Latter that evening I see it.

by it, I mean a hay-low i.e. ring of light encircling the magazine cover. I laughed after finally realizing that it was the light from the setting sun coming threw the window and reflecting off Grandma’s old facial mirror setting on the top of the T.V. Thus I being very upset with god over the years i.e. after much study of various religions. My attitude is what I describe as anti “book thumpers” thats any book of any organized religion. And I blame god not any fairly tale christ, for being an absentee land lord i.e. owner.

So I took the mirror off of the T.V. placing it above me on a shelf to my left as I would be setting in the chair next to the table once again facing the T.V. Magazine cover still in the corner above me to the right. And then I made the statement, "well that’s pretty good god, now do it again".

Later that night I see it, all of a sudden. And now it’s moving.

A large hay-low i.e. ring of light in the opposite top corner of the room i.e. above and to the right of the T.V. I realize after setting their for quit awhile, that the light is coming from the candle that I had placed on the T.V. after dark while I watched T.V. You see it had now burned all the way down to a pool of wax.

And then, POP! It was not that load, although I striated right up. The ashtray the candle was burning in cracked right in half, and one peace had flown off onto the ground and now there was a fire on my T.V. and flames reflecting all over the room.

AND GOD NEVER TALKED TO ME, and I don’t believe he lessons. I’ll save the Christmas night Bandera 1994 story for some other time.



paging all doctors....


Speaking of Doctors, hearing stories, this one is great. I begged the doctor to talk to everyone involved and look at security tapes, at the time, just for the record if nothing else. But he knew I was telling the truth. He asked me if things like this had always happened or just in the last 10 years or so. At the time I answered truthfully and said just in the last years or so. However as I gave that more thought and talked to mom more, it became clear that my past was full of unusual coincidences.

Well call this the “Virgin marry story” what else; told by me to my doctor in his office in the 700 block of Josephine street, San Antonio Texas.

I worked for "Rainbow" dry Cleaners off of thousand oaks’ in S.A. Tx. this back in late 97 or early 98. There was a female coworker around nineteen years old named Marry who was just beautiful  However mirage or even relationships don’t last long with me. One night while trying to score some butter fingers at a coworkers apartment things were not looking good. The guy did not have any left. So as we sat there waiting for his girl friend to arrive. We watched T.V., we both knew we had seen this movie once before, but could not recall the name.

In my mind I began to curse Satan, of all things, to be doing, reasoning that I could understand not being able to live happily ever after with Marry, but now I had no butter fingers.

Then the coworker I was waiting with said, man I forgot I had this stash and opened a small cigar box type container he had retrieved from under the table. So now I had butter fingers. Then the phone rang, he answered, it was Marry needing a ride home from work. I agreed and as soon as they hung up I started out the door. He told me to chill out and that she did not get off work till 21;00 hours. So we partook in more butter fingers. But I could not chill out and I decided I had to cruse for a while, who knew, Satan maybe waiting to chauffeur me. LOL. As I grabbed hold of the door handle the guy said “devil in a blue dress”. I said “WHAT”? And he said, “devil in a blue dress”, that’s the name of this movie.

When I arrived at work Marry was still sorting cloths, she found a piece of paper in a pocket of one of the articles of clothing and ask me what it was. As I looked at it, I realized it was some sort of collage test on books in the bible. I looked at Marry and asked “Marry are you a religious person”? She said no but my family is.

I took Marry home that night and left her save and sound. I wasn’t looking for nor have I ever been into Sadomasochism lol. The next day I learned from the manager that her father was Reverend White of the trinity Baptist church. I told Marry of the chain of events and asked why she had given the paper to me. She admitted she had not wanted me to stand there staring at her.

The very next day setting with my doctor I tell him this;

All the above chain of events are told, then I tell him that right outside standing on the front porch, waiting for my appointment. I noticed that I could see the white pillars of the Trinity Baptist Church off in the distance. Then I tell him what me and my sister were talking about the first time she brought me over here. And that was that this office sets right on the same lot our home sat on the year I was born i.e. the address is on my birth certificate. And we lived here till I was three. I told him of how my mother had told us (me and my siblings) of how we went to sleep at night listening to the lions roaring from the San Antonio zoo. These being lions captured in Africa in the 1950s that still recalled and yearned for the return roars of other lions.


One other thing I would like readers to consider about people saying, that I’m a weary wart, spas, crazy and think to much etc. and that is this…, you see when I was younger especially and still today, while everyone else is watching movies, going on dates, or playing a video game, I’m thinking or doing something that has to do with combat. I’ve learned to watch war movies like cartoons to spot the mistakes not learn new rules. It’s my life blood.

So that being so, when did I find the time to note or think about all this bullsh*t, cirrus i.e. obsessive compulsive behavior i.e. people missing with me… the answer is, when the activity happened i.e. that car honked or lights blinking, or phone call etc. etc. that’s when my mind switched to that crazy incorrect (LOL) thought patterns. Nothing comes out of my ass but feces. The old worlds phone calls have gone from about 100 per year, most all doctor appointment reminders, to now well over a 1000 avg. I learned what his phone sounded like i.e. the calls started at 03;00 hours two weeks after my meeting him an one week after me moving in. It was right by my ear as I slept on the couch, bulls-eye.


So readers I well say you have not read anything yet.


MY NAME IS KEITH OEFFINGER, one year to the day of this post original posting i.e. christmas eve 2011, I went to work for the restaurant "cha cha roasters" in the basement of the Lords hotel. Its a gay establishment not religious. I got a real kick out of it due to the fact I was beneath the lords hotel. With my first post on getting hired their I just talked about getting hired at the lord's hotel etc I did not want to give to much info away etc. You can look up the post for yourself if anyone cares. 







My patriots as of 12/28/13 about 16:35 hours in weekly mode. 



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