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AHOY,


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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Wednesday, September 9, 2015

I hear the "cracken" in the distance

AHOY!

Oh by the way my sours are getting better I can see the top of one of my ankles. As soon as I can move at top speed and rest comfortably i will be doing a lot more scouting of this town.

I'm going to start flying a sign instead of asking for money down town.

It looks like quite a few patriots have tuned in today. And I would hope more newjarheaddean arrrrrr on the way too, I may have recruited one last night. All this coverage of the capital and vast areas of the area of operations in this case the state of Texas is right there in the Guerrilla warfare manual.

I just want to know if this ississsss terrorist hick ticks are going to lend a hand. Can you at least give me a dollar for a beer? Sarcasm on. Can't they get a reply in on my blog. Sarcasm on.

I can't wait to talk to Ben tonight. I'm going to tell him about how excited my nigga was to be seen with me around the Arch thats crack head dope capital of Austin i.e. a homeless shelter. Everybody knows me he kept telling me as people would say hello to him. And my nigga was thinking the whole time I was going to be his new crack whore. I waited only 10 minutes for him to come back out side with my money as he told me that night he was going to do. He came out on to the street after I had gotten about three blocks away and yelled go fuck yourself. lol that was and is not necessary.

But the main thing I'm going to make sure Ben and everyone on these streets understands is I AM NEWJARHEADDEAN AN EVERY LAW ENFORCEMENT AGENCY IN THE COUNTRY IS AWARE OF WHO I AM AND WHERE I AM.

I am a smart bad ass Teufel hunden, Newjarheaddean.

And that the law is not going to bust any of these petty punk asses and blow their cover or prove me right.

I also stopped by a lawyers office to day the first of many such inquiries i'm sure. I'm getting a feel for who might want my case i.e. i do not have a fare chance at making it out here on these u.s. streets.





 "I MISS THE "OLD WORLD" AND WELL ALWAYS LOVE HIM" 

“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-(K)nighty
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Go a head and hate your neighbor...



AHOY!


So yeah these crack head mother fuckers think they can play me. I've caught them in so many lies I would not know where to begin. And it really dose not mater. I stand alone. I've been ripped off every time I've tried to buy one little joint. Yet streeties smoke it with me, usually real late at night so I can't sleep right.

Last night this guy I well call Ben i.e. the guy I had such high hopes for, just kept on telling me all kinds of bullshit. Example he told me not to set so close, there is to much body heat he said. Like it was not him who told me to set right here (point right next to him) the first time I set with him. Then, I was asking certain people to buy me a beer, that was going to ben actually. He then told me I needed to know when to change it up and ask for food. Then after he went off with this guy for some beer and came back with two bottles of wine, he would not take no for an answer from me, so I let him pour me one drink of it. He gave me some chocolate and told me I needed to just take small bites of it with each drink.

At one point I asked him if I could take a breath, would it be okay with you etc. I asked.

After he stormed off towards the end of the night say some real bull shit about you need to wear make up and get those tattoos removed, (LOL nothing about me teeth right). I saw him with this guy i'm calling "my nigga". This is the guy who ripped me off for the phone, to buy crack. When I called out as they pasted, (imo on the way to do crack and have sex) "now your with my nigga", ben looked back and said, you better watch what you say. LOL, I told him "no ben, your wrong, I'm newjarheaddean you motherfucken crack heads, my nigger (saying it like a klansman this time), ripped me off when I was hunger".

This is all some real telling shit. You see when I first got to town I met these guys working 4th street. These guys always think they own the spot or corner or what every little shit (litterly) hole they set at. I mean I told them one day as I stood there looking at one of these areas, why don't you guys get some bleach and watch in here. The reason of course is all their money, every bit of it, goes to crack and beer.

ANYWHO, this guy I'll call "spy" he told me that he found me really attractive and wanted to be with me. Later as I was talking to him he told me, man (i'll use the name "G" here) G, is really jealous about you being with me. I had talked to G for quite some time earlier and was supersized by his statement. Really I told him, you think so? He said she, (its a he) wont even talk to me right now. I said hummmm, looking in Gs way.

So there have been lots of these guys on the streets trying to get me to have sex with them. One guy told me "your not wearing pantie hose are you"? I said no. He said I would have sworn you were. You have great skin.

The guy who keeps showing me his dick, told me the other day you not only looks like a girl you know how to talk and act like one to, that's what I really likes about you.

My point is this imo this all goes to prove that it is true that the gay community (who is not showing any interest in me at all) is very much an immature, selfish, spoiled, childish etc. etc. bunch of losers, that could not survive one day much less a night in my world. They are far from being as wild and free as they have claim to be. imo they are just scared little freaks.

Now let me say this too. The night I met this gay guy on 4th street. He took me to a gay bar in another part of town. However it was very late, most everyone was gone. I did get out on the dance floor by myself and dance for about 15 minutes twice. The few guys that where there and the door guy, did not take their eyes off of me for to long at a time. But I had been brought to the club by someone and I left with that same one too.

So we know from all this people are seeing me as very attractive and want to be with me. So imo at least on 4th street, there has been some kind of word put out on me. CAN YOU IMAGINE. And that means bad news for a lot of mother fuckers. Speaking of mothers, you know from want I've see of the trans here so far, it looks to me like only if you look like someones mother or grand mother are you excepted as cool or okay in a dress. I saw one girl who looked good, but she was 6 foot 4 and 190 lbs. at least.

And then back to the crack heads, one day "spy" asked me who "ben" was. "who's that mother fucker working my corner he asked me. I told him that's my friend. My point is, if Spy and Ben have both been in the down town area for years as they have told me, why would they not know each other.

And with Ben walking back towards the corner we had been working with MY NIGGER. Which is also the very corner I met "my nigga". It looks like all these mother fucking crack heads are trying to play me.

I think, G put My nigga on to me that first time we met. She (G) imo would have done this so my nigga would take me away from Spy.

And I yelled out laud last night as it got so crazzy, lol " ALL I WANTED WAS A HUSBAND " then saying more quitely i would make a great wife.





 "I MISS THE "OLD WORLD" AND WELL ALWAYS LOVE HIM" 

“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-(K)nighty
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Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Ahoy, my fellow beulleau Woodsmen


AHOY!,

So all in all the labor day weekend was a good time for me. I have found or been given lots of outstanding food. I have taken up sleeping on a park bench for a while to keep the ants off my sores.

They are now healing. I was beginning to worry about them they were not forming scabs, just layors of crustaceans etc. I finally realized it was the road grim i.e. dust from the city that was building up on my legs from just below the knee to my feet that was infecting them. I now cover them and meet with the medic when I can. Airing them only for brief periods during the day after cleanings and at night.

I have also gotten some great taps this hole week and have actually gain a pound or two it looks like.

I have been seeing the other guys from S.A. too i.e. besides the medic. This one guy is just too much. All Christian, he apparently got pissed off at me for given another streetie the run down on his only subject. Christianity. If you try to talk about anything else he well change the subject etc. lol he dose not say a word to me anymore. I'm ok with that. I also saw the guy who was talking all this christianity stuff at that little park. He thank god did not bring it up and i got away from him asap.

this one crack head i met when i first got here ripped me off, lol can you believe it. I found a gold ring in the street. Told him to see what he could get for it. lol he got himself some crack. lol

I'm going to try and quite smoking snipes. This would really cut my walking down i.e. I would not have to walk around looking for them. This would also however keep me from finding other things too.

No sex this weekend. I did run into that dick that was shown to me and we tried to find a spot to have sex. He has a great dick and keeps it clean too. I had my hands all over it leaning on him etc. My hands smelled of clean dick.

I told him I just could not be walking all over to find a hide. My ankles just ached to much. Also these god dam ankles are swollen so I do not have my petite look to my ankles right now.


I was on my way to do laundry the other day and found the second pile of women s closes since i got here. The first one was along a creek off of 6th street this one was behind a dumpster covered by a plastic bag. I did not take anything remember from that queens bag. I asked that guy in charge of security about it to see if I could have it if no on had claimed it etc. He said someone must have because it was gone. lol so much for procedures and my honesty. I have found a dress, a skirt, a pair of shorts and a pair of pants.

I also got my first negitive comments from people this one guy point at me and said "you better shut to fuck up". MAN I just say okay sorry to bother you sir.

This other guy just told me to fuck off. I just told him to take care.

I also went off myself on this guy I've been hanging with off and on. He started in on me about not asking enough people saying no one was beyond approach and that i need to stop spending so much time greeting and talking to people and him when he was trying to ask for money. I told him he could ask who ever he wanted but I had standards. And I told him he was absolutely pulling the shit about me talking to him while he asked for money out his ass. He had actually said "every time I'm trying to ask for money". God dam.

Then i let him have it about how I had had high hopes he would be different and we might have a relationship etc. And then I told him he was just another typical crack head streetie and told him i would kick his ass and these other two crack heads if I wanted to, real good I told him. You mother fuckers should read my blog I ended with.

When the guy who ripped me off with the gold ring showed up last night for a minute and did not say a word to me i said to him, fuck you crack head, fuck you. He did not look at me and walked off.




 "I MISS THE "OLD WORLD" AND WELL ALWAYS LOVE HIM" 

“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-(K)nighty
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Saturday, September 5, 2015

Just show the videos if you dare


Ahoy!


update; 09/06/15 12:14 hours I know everyone wishes they could comment on my blog now right?



So its stayed fucked up for me this party weekend. I got ripped off for the third time last night, trying to just buy one little joint. Now a couple of nights ago like Wednesday night me and this guy i thought was going to be really special (This after hanging with him off and on for a week or so, he also wears dresses etc) we went on a rock binge. We smoked about 7 rocks the size of a regimented aspirin. I had not smoked any of that shit sense Los Vegas when it was snuck into my weed pipe without me knowing it.


However the next day I realized this guy was just like all the other people living on the streets in this country.


So Thursday night or actually Friday morning i decided to do some back tracking i.e. patrol my entry path into the city i.e. I headed south. I did pretty good, found lots of things a Newjarheaddean on the streets needs i.e. learned a lot.

The next day I found myself at a party in a small park i.e. a natural gathering of some really happy go lucky streeties. BUT, this one guy (Micheal) after smoking some crack. I did not partake can you imagine, Anywho this guy WOULD NOT SHUT UP about christ. Mother Fucker. I mean everyone was asking him to be quite, stop talking, shut to fuck up please, fuck off and there where those who got ready to kick his one armed ass.

I would have let him have it (verbally) if it was not for the fact that he only had one arm.

He started out with me with some great conversation about this legion of Austin i.e. the transvestite
known as Leslie Cochran.

This delusional Obnoxious christain said to me, "What is your name" then told me "Thank you Keith for keeping the ghost of Leslie alive. I told him, well from what I've heard that's a real compliment. However I'm just now hearing about her. I did not know anything about Leslie before arriving here in Austin.


I just looked up an article on her to get the name spelling right. She was a white man, i had pictured a black person.

I have to remind everyone my reading skills lack to say the least and my time on this computer is limited to two hours a day. It would take me weeks i.e. way to long to read all about Leslie's legion under these conditions.

I also wish to remind everyone I did not know about the "gay pride" week in Austin as I arrived. I did not know about where Leslie slept when I camped out on Red River and Caesar Chavez. And yes its all on video, and that is that, that is where I first flew my sign, " I Am NEWJARHEADDAEN" this up pone waking up that morning.

And as I was making my way away from this christian crazy dude someone yelled real loud at me "Leslie" and just kept waving and calling out Leslie, at me. I waved to and decided to ask this lady if she was local and if I looked like this Leslie. She told me yes she was local and knew Leslie and that I did not really look like her at all. Anyways its on video.



So I'm being given no more than 3 dollars a day by these tight whods out here, 3 fucking dollars a day. I found another one of those meals left on the top of the trash can last night and just threw that mother fucker in the trash.

I need shelter, real help!

These streeties around me really hassle people for money and they get it to, and they do not eat with it, they spend it ALL on drugs 50, 60 dollars or more. lol Last night late I needed a "Big Gulp" from 7/11 I had to ask 60 people to get one dollar. I walked by this one pan handaler who had all kinds of money in his cup, saw him this morning he was broke.

My feet are heeling no thanks to any austinites. A guy who was in S.A. for a while and happen to pass me, he told me ( in a truck driven by a trucker who was giving him a ride) this as I walked here, has been providing me with medical treatments. They really ache. Nature like I mentioned in a previous post had ants eat off all the dead flesh as I slept the other day.

You know I find it funny how Austinite have not realized or mentioned I could also be compared to this American Sniper dude Kyle.

The "Kings Truth" is I'm  much more than Leslie or Kyle were in their ways. Kyle would have been really blown away imo by my Fragmented Fighting Facts manual. He would imo have also seen me as the enemy. And if I had my teeth and some contacts I would be 10 times as impressive of a trans as what I see with the picture of Leslie. I don't believe me and Leslie would have gotten along to well either. I have only had a hand full of gay men even take the time to fuck me in the last few years much less help me or MARRY me, Yeah! Right!

Like I have mentioned before, its very difficult to be all sexy with teeth missing and glasses on. The glasses take away the ability for me to flirt with my eyes. Living on the streets makes it very challenging to stay happy and pleasant.  Leslie I'm sure played a great part (imo she was simply a real flamer i.e. flaming gay person that are a dime a dozen) but you see she had really no choice i.e. all the make up in the world could not have made her look anywhere as good as I do, even right now the way I am. One of the most important factors imo that made her stand out was that fact she lived on the streets as a cross dresser. This imo was by choice.


IMO most Austinites where laughing at Leslie not with her. Kind of like you go you red headed step child.


I well remind everyone I am not on the street due to any mental illness or drug problem nor am I lazy. I can hear everyone now, OH, you just posted about doing drugs. LOL, yeah lets recape, I've done crack twice in my life. A couple of joints well last me all night. One line of speed about the size of the word speed,  well have me feeling good for 12 hours. And three beers and I'm falling to sleep on you. YEAH, if I could just kick those habbits. FUCK YOU MOTHER FUCKERS.  

 I found a roach last night and got good and stoned with it, it was only about 3/8th of an inch long. I've smoke a toltal of 4 joints here in austin in four weeks. MAN!

 So great example here, last night I hear "hay guy, hay guy", "can we get a picture of you two togather". This girl had on the same dress, no shit. So I'm all for it but she posted up on my left side, Oh shit I busted out with this big old smile and then realize (my right side) is the side my teeth are miss on. I hear her friend say something about oh, then well and they take the shot and thank me. No lets have a drink or two and heres a 100.00 dollars. lol.

And its worth mentioning that Leslie, had the support of the gay community to help her, she most likely got a check too.

I Keith Allen Oeffinger have none of that, I"m eating out of trash cans.

So guess what! I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to learn this little chicken shit town like a rat. And maybe some day they well call me Wellard.





Note the fallowing are signature signings i have used from time to time. 

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

note; This would envolve building my one foot equals a mile relief modle of the world.


" When it comes to persecution and suffering that fairy tale about christ has not got (S) anything on me" 

Just take a look at the videos, I rest my case, you delusional paranoid psychotic back woods imo toltally doomed to hell if it exist christians. And I well predict the videos well never be shown never. You mother fuckers could not handle it. And one other thing about my suffering. I am alone and not on drugs or alcohol like these other streeties i.e. those things help them make it through those times I stand sober. Just about all the time.



" I well bet my lucky star" IKYG


note; For those new patriots, if there actually are any people from the average public that get to view my blog,  I.K.Y.G. stands for "I well kill you god". My (second ) promise to god when I left Texas in Aug. of 2002. I would also like to make sure everyone understands that i realize if god is anything like we figure. There would be no way for me to kill god. But if god put a switch on the wall and told me, if you flip it i die. I WOULD FLIP IT IN A HEART BEAT. So that is one thing for sure god can not do i.e. give me the chance to kill it. And of course I've been told god nore satan can get lost either.


G-day!





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Thursday, September 3, 2015

Is it not just about all on video?

AHOY,

So yeah, i walked all the way from S.A. without getting a blister. And now walking around town I've gotten one. I also have this puncture on my left foot from that brush trunk too. The young couple I was walking with that early morning where from Denton Texas. I had asked them if we would be able to sleep in that morning. Oh yeah they say no one bothers us out here. That morning I a woke to lost of voices and traffic in the area. I thought someone was giving food to the homeless. It turn out to be some church gathering for kids. Get it Denton injury and young couple about 21 years old and all the kid the next morning. They where all over the place. These injuries are not doing well. I put some alovara plant on them and rubbing alcohol too.

I have managed to eat well in the last couple of days, I'm getting more sleep averaging 5 hours a day now, sarcasm on.


This morning was tough it took me from 04:00 hours till 10:20 hours just to get a taco and coffee.

However its Thursday i.e. the time of the week when things start to pick up, so heres hoping. I need some shelter, food and carrying the pack is just fucked up.

I mentioned in a post today these guys who claimed to be helping me. Now you know every night, they would disappear on me for hours. Hold down the fort and fly the sign they would say and i'll split the money with you, LOL why would I want to fly a sign and split the money i.e. just fly my own sign right. But there is all this shit about corners and places being owned by various street people. We're going to park cars etc. they would tell me. I thought they where just going to do their drugs etc. But no they where also going to a party area of 6th street too and keeping that a secret from me. And this one guy also stopped letting me use this locker to store my pack. You see lots of the restaurants have these storage sheds out in the allies and they let certain homeless use them for storage too. Having my pack on my back makes it more difficult for me to get around in general or dance and especially difficult to fit in with the crowds. imo perfect for those wanting me to just go away. Or head for the chruches for that just enough to keep you here with us help so we can fuck up your mind. I did use some of the chruches for support when I first arrive. The first time I was told we could buy a joint there to from someone. I was also told that was the only source for it too. NOT TRUE.




Note the fallowing are signature signings i have used from time to time. 

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

note; This would envolve building my one foot equals a mile relief modle of the world.
" When it comes to persecution and suffering that fairy tale about christ has not got (S) anything on me" 


" I well bet my lucky star" IKYG


note; For those new patriots, if there actually are any people from the average public that get to view my blog,  I.K.Y.G. stands for "I well kill you god". My promise to god when I left Texas in Aug. of 2002. I would also like to make sure everyone understands that i realize if god is anything like we figure there would be no way for me to kill god. But if god put a switch on the wall and told me if you flip it i die. I WOULD FLIP IT IN A HEART BEAT. So that is one thing for sure god can not do i.e. give me the chance to kill it. And of course I've been told god nore satan can get lost either.



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Might Austinites do the wrong things?

Ahoy,


Friday, August 28, 2015


Might Austinites do the right thing?



Ahoy!

Updated; 09/03/15 12:25 hours. 

Okay, i just figured it might be a good idea to give any new patriots to my blog, a "to the point" statement about my tour in the Corps and the aftermath aka my life after the Corps. Thus "they" lol can make a decision this weekend or in the future as to weather they wish to be for me or not.

(i used (lol) do to the fact doctors and critics etc always wish to make so much about any one who is accused of being mentally ill of not being in touch well say with whom they are referring to when "they" use that pronoun or what ever it is) ANYWHO!


So I got involved in lets call it "black ops" back in June of 1983. I was serving in Charlie Co. 1st Bn. 5th Marines, 1 Marine Division, 3rd Plt. i.e. Goons. We where station at camp Hansen Okinawa Japan.

One day on or about the 15th of June 1983 i receive a letter during mail call that was addressed to the Officer of 1/5. My last name you see if Oefffinger. Now you see from boot camp on I had been complaining that we Marines were physically in as good a shape as one could be. I was upset with the lack of training along the lines ofcombat tactics using the enemies weapons, survival and martial arts etc.

So now i find myself on the front lines of the "Cold War", still no training to speak of etc.

I came out of the closet as gay on the island of Diego Garcia, and for this a group of officers decided to "black ball" me i.e. conduct a character assassination on me. For years i did not even notice or think of anything being wrong.

However about 10 years into this war on me i.e. mid to late 90s i be gain to realize something was wrong. EVERYONE KNOWS I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN VERY GOOD LOOKING AND REAL RESPECTFUL AND FRIENDLY WITH EVERYONE.

ANY ONE OF THE MOST OUTSTANDING WORKERS ONE COULD HOPE TO WORK WITH. JUST LAST MOUTH WORKING CONSTRUCTION CLEAN UP I WAS ASK IF I WONTED A PERMANENT JOB, EVERYONE EVEN WORKERS FROM ALL THE OTHER COMPANIES ON SITE TOOK SPECIAL NOTE OF ME. AND MANY OF "THEM" LOL, COMPLEMENTED ME ON MY WORK.

Back to the distant past, my first " husband" the term I used then and know was black i.e. Cpl Davis F.M. This was not of course my first lover. Those numbered about six childhood friends.

SO THE QUESTION THAT FINALLY CAME UP AROUND 1992, WAS, WHY COULD I (Keith allen Oeffinger) NOT MAKE IT IN LIFE, OR EVEN FIND A PERMANENT HUSBAND FOR THAT MATTER.

The answer is that Naval officers i.e. like Gen. James T. Conway (CMC 2006-2011), the man i fingered as what i referred to as "Mr Common denominator", had decided when i camp out as gay to destroy my life their ultimate goal imo is and was for me to kill myself. I like to Bust them out about being Naval officers because that's what they are. You see they graduated from basically a collage campus right next to their fellow Naval cadets. The only thing that distinguishes them is the M.O.S. (military occupational specialty) they got assigned or volunteered for and imo a few camp outs in the fenced in back yard basically of that collage. But one camp out was at NIGHT I well jokingly point out lol and involved classes or actual field application of reading maps with red lens illumination. You all should see some of the places i have slept at, all alone i.e. no fellow cadets(((or Marines))) near by to talk to or coaches checking on me. IMOThis training is so the cadets can say they could negative the old fashion way. lol

So one thing is for sure I am posting the truth about my life.

And it well be a great test as to just how liberal the Austinites are right? So far no verbal or physical negative comments aside from looking the other way or shaking their head NO.

Others have honked their horns and waved. Most imo have been very good to me. And it has to be considered that this is with me on the streets here.





So see you on 4th, 5th or 6th streets especially 4th and 6th and or Congress streets this weekend! LETS PARTY!

(((note the one thing i find really interesting is that a couple of apparent local guys who live on the streets kept 6th street a secret to me. I was taken there the other night by someone else. VERY INTERESTING))).

I well be wearing a dress and may have on a pink Swiss army back pack and Marine Corps cover the red official support the troops version.

(((Note the fallowing are signature signings i have used from time to time. 

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

note; This would envolve building my one foot equals a mile relief modle of the world.
" When it comes to persecution and suffering that fairy tale about christ has not got (S) anything on me" 


" I well bet my lucky star" IKYG


note; For those new patriots, if there actually are any people from the average public that get to view my blog,  I.K.Y.G. stands for "I well kill you god". )))

G- NIGHT!





G-day!
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Tuesday, September 1, 2015

ok

ahoy

so yeah last night i met someone, he just asked me not to blog about it so i want. the bottom line is i was with someone i am not now.

g-day
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Monday, August 31, 2015

Oh god!



Ahoy,

I had this guy come up to me this morning and show me his dick. I told him not right now, he said just touch it. GOD, I got such a hard on I told him latter and walked away real quick. I had not even brushed my teeth. lol

I found a bag of close last night or this morning i.e. 01:20 hours or so. A Queens stage gear. The boots fit like a glove. I loved the color scheme too, dark drown cheetah paturn. However I turned the bag into the head, of security at one of the bars. God knows what wrath of hell I could suffer if caught wearing some queens boots. Right! about 10 of fly out of the bar and head for me. lol, And I'm just saying imo someone else had already gone though the bag.

Anyways! I updated and old posts or two just now and may come back to the library to post more later. Yeah, just got the 10 warning. So I'm going to go find this dick i saw this morning,

G-day
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Sunday, August 30, 2015

Fuck you god and satan too

Ahoy,

update; 08/30/15 14:51 hours

update; 08/30/15 16:01 hours



No takers on the husband front.

I have lost way to much weight now, there really is not much shape to my legs or any place else on my body any more. I have managed to eat really good at times, however i well never get enough sleep to gain any weight.


THERE HAS ALSO BEEN NO I.E. ZERO REPLIES OR EMAILS ON MY BLOG, can you imagine, lol



Last night i had a head ache a neck ache a back ache as well as a blister on one heel and a cut on the side of one of my feet and had gotten only 3 hours sleep. I only average about 4 hours. needless to say i saw some of the parade but did not party with the crowd at all.

I would like to see the other crazy guy that can go with as little sleep as I get and manage to handle remain positive and function much less do as well as I do on the streets.

I asked no one for money and no one gave me anything. IMO someone did leave some pizza in a box on a trash can in front of me i.e. set it there just a head of me so I would find it. This did not happen until around 17:30 hours.

So the future dose not look good.

IMO there well be no happy ending for me here in Austin.

The roller coaster of a joke life continues.

That lady and couple where no were to be found last night. I'm sure there help would just be to little to late. 
I have not seen the other newjarheaddean that are here from Bexar County


Today I have found a banana, one dollar in change I spent on a big red, half of a sub sandwich and a fellow street person gave me three granola bars, I'm sure he got from some church. I also found about the equivalent of one cup of coffee in several different cups.


I've decided to wait for the weather to cool a bit then exit stage left i.e. leave the state again maybe I'll go for Mexico.

G-day!
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Saturday, August 29, 2015

Bombs a way,

Ahoy!

NOTE;

 This post was never posted like I thought. So I did the best I could to finish it.


I use to love the smell of napalm in the morning, lol just joking my brother. I really think i did post this in another post but just in case i did not here it is.

Okay so real quick this is what happened about two weeks ago ( now its been more like two mouths ago) that pissed off the bomb.

First of all the bomb had been on me for a few days about spending to much time in doors i.e. not on the streets with everyone else. I was hold up in a real nice place out in the country. It was being remodeled and i was pulling century duty lol i.e. ranch sitting.

Then bomb showed up one day and things just happened. First thing that happened was that bomb caught site of me as i was shaving me legs in one of the large car wash lol bath rooms. I heard something and when i looked up bomb was storming off away from the full length windows.

So i was on my best just standing next to bomb as he worked on cleaning some of the equipment. I had on these wemons shorts with these long tye or drawl string straps. At one point he just pulled on one of the straps imo he really was just trying to aggravate me so I would leave. how ever he did not know i had the button undone and so they begain to fall down. I stepped forward trying to keep them from falling but i also lost me balance and twisted in his direction. It was just such a apsolute close in counter for me if you well i froze for just a second.

The bomb exploded.

Any ways I really don't recall all the details about this it was about 40 or 50 moons ago and so much has been happening. I was thinking about keeping notes but the memories of the details fade.

The Bomb never would hang with me after that.


G-day!
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And the beat gose on and on and on....



Ahoy!

Update; 08/30/15 16:40 hours

Well last night was as great of a night as I have had besides the other morning i.e. from 02:00 or so hours till 06:30 hour when this terrific black man "did" me like i have not been done in YEARS. We really were outstanding to gather. I mean I had run into this white guy who teased me i.e. showed me his dick that was outstanding i.e. just what i wonted a little dick i could swallow. Then lol told me I would have to pay him, lol I collapsed in his lap and told him your kidding right? So as soon as he walked off, I just got out the lotion and jacked off. then about one hour later, when it rains it pours right? I run into this great looking busting out, big black gentleman who just seemed like a dream. He treated me just like a lady manners and all. I most unbelievable he did he kissed me i mean i could not believe it when he asked me to get closer so he could kiss me. I had given up on asking for that.

However, he let it slip in the morning that he needed to get to his apparent, I knew then that this guy had someone else. So I got fucked again, roller coaster i.e. time to get off the ride.

But I told him a about six time during our thing that I would love it if we had this on video or if everyone was watching. I not only was able to maintain an erection just after jacking off but he made me come twice  like a hose. I just fell in love with a dick.

when he was fucking me with me on my back the way I love it, (I also now have a few really back abrasions on my back) I kept telling him, "I want to such your dick again" - "I love sucking your dick, its a great dick" - "I love your dick" I just kept saying dick as often as i could.


I HAVE SEE THIS DICK, IT WAS WALKING DOWN THE SIDE WALK. WHEN I STEPPED OUT IN FRONT OF HIM, IT JUST LOOKED AT ME LIKE NOT NOW AND SAID LATER AND KEPT GOING. I said yeah right and moved out of the way.


ANYWHO!

So tonight is the big parade, hope to see everyone there. My blog it looks like is not allowing replies as I have mentioned before. People are telling me they are posting and yet I don't see the post.

A WISH A LAWYER WOULD LOOK INTO THIS FOR ME YOU CHICKEN SHIT FUCKING COWARDS I.E. GOVERNMENT AGENTS AND WHO EVER ELSE IS FILTERING MY BLOG.



This lady last night just a beautiful as they get told me that she felt god was about to bless me. A couple told me they felt Austinites were going to welcome me with open arms, i mean like I was going to be part of the city now. People are taking note they said.

I have not seen my fellow San Antonians lately these guys are very much Christians, yes christian Newjarheaddean lol, say it ain't so Keith, say it ain't so.

I KEEP USING LOL AFTER NEWJARHEADDEAN DUE TO THE FACT I HAVE EXPLAINED IN PAST POST THAT ALL THIS ABOUT AN ORGANIZATION GOING BY THE TITTLE NEWJARHEADDEAN IS REALLY JUST PEOPLE I KNOW ON THE STREETS.


Me and bomb never truly got right with each other after what happened i realized today i started a post to explain all this and never finished it. I'm going to take a look at it and see if I can't get it posted today.


Okay.


G-day!






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Friday, August 28, 2015

Might Austinites do the right thing?



Ahoy!

Updated; 09/03/15 12:25 hours. 

Okay, i just figured it might be a good idea to give any new patriots to my blog, a "to the point" statement about my tour in the Corps and the aftermath aka my life after the Corps. Thus "they" lol can make a decision this weekend or in the future as to weather they wish to be for me or not.

(i used (lol) do to the fact doctors and critics etc always wish to make so much about any one who is accused of being mentally ill of not being in touch well say with whom they are referring to when "they" use that pronoun or what ever it is) ANYWHO!


So I got involved in lets call it "black ops" back in June of 1983. I was serving in Charlie Co. 1st Bn. 5th Marines, 1 Marine Division, 3rd Plt. i.e. Goons. We where station at camp Hansen Okinawa Japan.

One day on or about the 15th of June 1983 i receive a letter during mail call that was addressed to the Officer of 1/5. My last name you see if Oefffinger. Now you see from boot camp on I had been complaining that we Marines were physically in as good a shape as one could be. I was upset with the lack of training along the lines of combat tactics using the enemies weapons, survival and martial arts etc.

So now i find myself on the front lines of the "Cold War", still no training to speak of etc.

I came out of the closet as gay on the island of Diego Garcia, and for this a group of officers decided to "black ball" me i.e. conduct a character assassination on me. For years i did not even notice or think of anything being wrong.

However about 10 years into this war on me i.e. mid to late 90s i be gain to realize something was wrong. EVERYONE KNOWS I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN VERY GOOD LOOKING AND REAL RESPECTFUL AND FRIENDLY WITH EVERYONE.

ANY ONE OF THE MOST OUTSTANDING WORKERS ONE COULD HOPE TO WORK WITH. JUST LAST MOUTH WORKING CONSTRUCTION CLEAN UP I WAS ASK IF I WONTED A PERMANENT JOB, EVERYONE EVEN WORKERS FROM ALL THE OTHER COMPANIES ON SITE TOOK SPECIAL NOTE OF ME. AND MANY OF "THEM" LOL, COMPLEMENTED ME ON MY WORK.

Back to the distant past, my first " husband" the term I used then and know was black i.e. Cpl Davis F.M. This was not of course my first lover. Those numbered about six childhood friends.

SO THE QUESTION THAT FINALLY CAME UP AROUND 1992, WAS, WHY COULD I (Keith allen Oeffinger) NOT MAKE IT IN LIFE, OR EVEN FIND A PERMANENT HUSBAND FOR THAT MATTER.

The answer is that Naval officers i.e. like Gen. James T. Conway (CMC 2006-2011), the man i fingered as what i referred to as "Mr Common denominator", had decided when i camp out as gay to destroy my life their ultimate goal imo is and was for me to kill myself. I like to Bust them out about being Naval officers because that's what they are. You see they graduated from basically a collage campus right next to their fellow Naval cadets. The only thing that distinguishes them is the M.O.S. (military occupational specialty) they got assigned or volunteered for and imo a few camp outs in the fenced in back yard basically of that collage. But one camp out was at NIGHT I well jokingly point out lol and involved classes or actual field application of reading maps with red lens illumination. You all should see some of the places i have slept at, all alone i.e. no fellow cadets (((or Marines))) near by to talk to or coaches checking on me. IMO This training is so the cadets can say they could negative the old fashion way. lol

So one thing is for sure I am posting the truth about my life.

And it well be a great test as to just how liberal the Austinites are right? So far no verbal or physical negative comments aside from looking the other way or shaking their head NO.

Others have honked their horns and waved. Most imo have been very good to me. And it has to be considered that this is with me on the streets here.





So see you on 4th, 5th or 6th streets especially 4th and 6th and or Congress streets this weekend! LETS PARTY!

(((note the one thing i find really interesting is that a couple of apparent local guys who live on the streets kept 6th street a secret to me. I was taken there the other night by someone else. VERY INTERESTING))).

I well be wearing a dress and may have on a pink Swiss army back pack and Marine Corps cover the red official support the troops version.

(((Note the fallowing are signature signings i have used from time to time. 

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

note; This would envolve building my one foot equals a mile relief modle of the world.
" When it comes to persecution and suffering that fairy tale about christ has not got (S) anything on me" 


" I well bet my lucky star" IKYG


note; For those new patriots, if there actually are any people from the average public that get to view my blog,  I.K.Y.G. stands for "I well kill you god". )))

G- NIGHT!









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Thursday, August 27, 2015

Exhausted Austinnite?

Ahoy!

update; 08/29/15 10:29 hours.




So I walked to Austin, this Friday starts the Gay, Pride week right?

You may have seen me on the internet, I've been flying my sign etc. people have been taking pictures video etc.

There are four other Newjarheaddean lol here from S.A. More may arrive soon too. I first surfaced flying my sign reading "I am Newjarheaddean", at the intersection of San Pedro and Base in San Antonio, some time around the 12th of Aug. Then walked here starting Friday the 20th or so, I'm not going to check the calendar on that. I arrived on a Wednesday morning.

I only got one ride from a 71 year old women who approached me in line at a gas station asked if i was hitch hiking then up-pone me answering no, she said well I'll give you a ride then. It was only from Selma to New Brunsfulls how ever about 20 miles.

I also walked out Blanco to Blanco road and 1604 then over from there to 35 and 1604 before starting north.

SO MAYBE WE WELL SEE YOU FOR PRIDE WEEK IN AUSTIN. you can't miss me I'll be wearing a dress and one of my USMC covers well be on my pack or head. I also have this black paint ball gun belt that holds these four cylinders or shot canisters about the size of "Pringles" pototo chip cans, in pouches that looks like RPG rocket motors etc or a martars i.e. suicide bombers, bomb vest lol. for combat this could really be busting out gear i.e. kit. One could have pyro-tectnigue charges in the tubes etc. these belt can be secured around your pack as i usually have it, it could be place on the ground huge in a tree etc. With it on my back if I was lets say ambushed i could fire these things rigth over the head and shoulders lol as long as this girl has her hair up under my cover that is. And the best locale to run into me is in the area of 4th street, between Lavaca and Congress streets.


The people here, living on the streets have treated me Very Very well. The local residence are really fed up with the homeless here in the down town area, to say the least. Water is difficult to get in the down town area.


G-day!
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