Some Backstory

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Up until 2004, when I left Golden to go back to Sedona, I had discovered 8 'professional' women in the 3 years I lived in that small town with whom I am still in love, any one of whom I could happily spend the rest of my daze with. Alas, none of them have ever re-engaged with my life. At least half of them are being blackmailed/coerced and used by 'dirty' DA's from SoCal or Colo, or an AG from Wyoming - used as undercover 'monitors' for DEA sanctioned 'lower 48' smuggling operations, threatened wwith the loss of their dependent children if they don't 'put out' or turn tricks for these sick fascist prohibitionists, one of whom, Patrick Sullivan, former Arapaho County, CO, Sheriff, was just convicted last year for methamphetamine trafficking, and sex-slavery - 9 YEARS AFTER I GAVE THE F.B.I. & THE C.B.I. enough to bury him (first time in my long counterculture existence I ever 'dropped-a-dime' on ANYONE - but 'snitching' on dirty Vice Cops who pimp, kidnap and rape your friends and lovers - UH - SURE - I CAN DO THAT!). Still, I'm 10 years alone, because the DEA hates me, AND I THEM, and I've feared putting close friends in jeopardy, until recently when I and some others, Anonymous included, discovered this 'Flame' megagamerscript AI (I have been tracking it for about 2 years, they 3+) and old allies from as far back as the 60s started mutual protection misdirection schemes, just like in Berkeley the 70s, and Anon suddenly became: "Everyman"! 'Effing' Right! Like a famous Berkeley acid dealer named Frank (of the partnership: "HANK & FRANK") I knew, said in the early '70s: "Home is where your stash is!". He also said: "You've never really been a 'Speed Freak' until you've found yourself breaking into someones BMW, parked on the street, at 3:00am, looking for big cigarette butts in the ashtray!" <)LOL(> IT'S ALL ABOUT FAMILIARITY.

Logomania

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As a Gnostic, for me, the "LOGOS" is, with the TAO, one of the only two truly 'Divine' forces in the Cosmos, so you could say that I am "Logomanaical", or, if feeling unkind, that I have "Logorrhea". Must have been the 20,000 mic full pippette my ex-Korean war vet Pawnee/Osage 'Teacher' Scotty slipped into my beer during a 'blotting' party on Ward St, in Berkeley in 1973. Or the dosing ourselves every 3 days for 2 years so we built up a tolerence and wouldn't accidently lose any of the N.I.H.s 3lb batches of ergotamine tartrate that ex-army rangers under the command of OSS/CIA head George Hunter White kept bringin to Berkeley to make the 6,000,000 hits of "Purple Microdots" "Operation Sunshine" needed to push Tim Leary, and son "Acid Jack" and the Church Of Eternal Love out of the manufacturing and distribution control for the Asian-Pacific Rim/Western United States LSD market. Because the brains in MKUltra and the DOD were convinced they could just aerosolize and weaponize the 'crystal', and spray it on Viet Cong stongholds and achieve instant victory. More on those operations, next installment. Homework: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mkultraones - follow the links after joining (It's MY site, so all the links should still be legit) - I asked Anonymous to monitor it - so everything is totally open, and undoubtedly surveilled, but folks: "Ye shall know the Truth, and the Truth shall make you free." - Come hear this 'Uncle John's Band . . . got some things to talk about, here beside the rising tide, of the ""Citizen's United" decision, which will allow Capitalism to destroy Democracy, if we let it . - Jondalf

To All My Friends

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My friends, I have 'bitten the bullet', as it were, and ponied-up $350.00 for 'full-hook ups' (electric, water and sewage) till Dec. 1st., at a small RV park with no amenities named (wait for it) "Om Place". To do this, I had to forgoe paying a $248.00 ticket for being caught in a 'speed-trap' on the way into Show Low, AZ, on the Highway 60 feeder leading into town from the Apache Reservation (an obviously racist set-up by the local police) so they are suspending my driver's license (or so they think - good luck getting the State of California to suspend my license for an offense in an Arizona municipality);{> Unfortunately, AAA is also threatening to drop me because I only drive a 'Motor Home', so I will probably lose my insurance (especially after receiving a ticket, for however unjustified a reason). The upshot of all this is I'm going to buy a bicycle from the manager of this RV park (which is within walking distance of everything I need, except for work - 3 days a week as a Machinist - and the local library) and I will attempt to bike through the winter to work. Should be interesting. I have barely enough to survive, but "If I Make It To May, I'll Be OK", the title of a poem I recently posted on FaceBook. I do have 5Gigs of data a month here, and my iPad, AND even though I have not posted since July, 300 people a month, in 15 countries, are still reading my Blog (fancy that). Anyway, thanks for thinking of me my friends, I am a survivor, I survived MKUltra, and worse, I will persevere here. Cheers.

The Ghost

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The Ghost The ghost of Charles Bukowski sits, quite lightly, on my left shoulder, whispering: "Drink more. Think less. Then write!" Living in a 21ft., 1985 'Class C' RV in 2012 is difficult, I have found. Bound, as you are, by aluminimum walls, 7 ft. wide, there is no place to hide from the insistent insinuations of incompetence at having planned your life insufficiently well as to have ended up here. No place to hide from C.B.'s spirit constantly carping: "Drink more. Think less. Then write." What little I drink in a week would not pay for one night of electricity, you see So I muse: "Agenbite of inwit" notwithstanding, simple survival, as the witless winter of the White Mountains bears down upon my shivering soul, seems paramount: a parameter for performance. Art? Wherefore art thou when of wherewithal thou dost not have enough to pay to plug in to the electrical grid when it is snowing, eh? Quoth the maven: "Nevermind. Drink more. Think less. Then WRITE!" ("Hey-hey, my, my."; or surrender mayhap to hypothermia, and then die.);{> Aye, aye, my non-corporeal captain. Still, do you not lie. Easy, my ghost. I hear, and will try to comply in my poverty stricken, 268 days till first SSI check way. OK? - J. Thrasher, 10/11/'12