how many homeless people does it take to make a billionaire ? taxation without representation there is another 1 trillion dollars in debt 2019 for what?
I remember a day close to when I was born. I remember the aircraft tail opening and a man placing me in a plastic like cradle co.tainer. I was flown by mercy jet to Minneapolis within the second day of life. I had too much blood in my body. The doctors thought I had heart problems. They expected to open me up and repair a damaged heart. Believe it or not my memory is a large plane door shutting. I have a lot of initial memories. The time that I almost died from allergies in a haystack was like nothing a small child should have experienced in this life. I could not breathe. I was chasing a kitten that was so soft and cute. When I could not breathe because my lungs were stopped from closing or opening from asthma. I was pulled out from the haystack. And since CPR was not known to my family then; I was pulled out of the hay by my legs and rushed to Mile's City, hospital. My breathing was so shallow they thought I was dead for a while.
I survived. However, that summer I meet my great grandmother Shattuck, great grandfather Haman, and grandmother Leier in Velva,, North Dakota. As a grand kid I enjoyed that visit more than most people. I got to play with toys that were old even then. Being the only grand kid there and being named after her late husband, I enjoyed great grandmother Shattuck, and she seemed to enjoy me
That next year considerable grandmother Shattuck will pass away. Life has many ways to teach you something. My life story could be told with the passing of cars in my life and how each held something new or different in experience. The first car of memory was a Plymouth 1973. That car took me on the journey during an experience most people do not get to have. Lightning, then hail, water for a flood, all happening at once the week prior to my parent's divorce. The situation living on a farm my mother took the car and us into Glendive,, Montana to shop. The storms came in with howling winds and hail the size of golf balls. The car was getting smashed and driving home to the farm a valley curve was full of water. Just when we entered the curve water entered the car. Water coming through a car door at the age of five is something. Mom quickly backed out and went down another dirt road to cross to the farm. That road the valley was flooded also. On the other side, an uncle was trying to cross the same path. That day the knowledge that there was and is someone greater than my father or family came home to rest within me.
Bitch about her was all I could hear. There was a silence after my mother said those words to my father. Evidently, my family farm which was part of a cooperation farm was breaking up, and my family was arguing or destroying each other over property in the split. An aunt had wanted a cigar humidor that my mom had recently bought at an estate sale. Evidently, for that, my father was willing to give up all his tools at the cooperation tool shed. My mom was letting my father have a piece of advice. That day I saw my father cried and realized the world was not going the way it should. That night was the first time I saw an angel. I had a rough asthma attack, and well. I cried into a feather pillow and passed out. I can remember the angel looking at me and realizing that death was close by/ Strange how at a young age light, and angels seemed to be part of a life that was about wanting to grow up to be a cowboy. Anyway, passing out my body cramped up and the tears caused my whole pillow to be moist. That light awoke me and well saved my life, I believe.
A few days later my dog Teddy Bear went missing from home. He was a black lab and the joy of my life. He was my friend. I could do anything with him, and I knew he was there to protect me.
My father found him along side the road a few days later. That day I cried and cried and decided to visit my bucket calf.
Desire is something I know. I have wanted this is this, and that is that since the beginning of time it would seem. The story I am about to tell is one of the wonders in my eyes. If you find life interesting great and a tale to listen, then this fine one to hear about. First one has to see through a child of four’s eyes driving a tricycle out to visit his bull. Clinton's Sammy bull was his name. The absurdity of that moment is one caught in a moment of time and reality that few will understand until later in this story or my life. A two thousand-pound bull, he was my bucket calf that I had raised for the past year. He had grown up while I had only a circus whip and my tricycle. When death comes calling people say the world slows down. That day was the time in my short life that I can recall reality slowing to show how reality is just a bunch of close encounters? The bull was huge. His spit or snot would remind me years later that those playing rodeo's clowns, and bull riders are insane. I know to a small child the bull could not have been that big as I recall him but his face is something I remember in the nights at times when I think and thank the creator for whom I am and while that I am still here. Humor, death is part of life. Life is part of death. Animals are cute and sometimes I wish I could have grown up to be a cowboy. Humor I would not have made a good cowboy but maybe a fair one.
My parents fought a lot during this time. I was playing with my new dog Toughie pup when he playfully bit me. Due to a rabies outbreak, they sent his head for examination. I got the 24 shots to the stomach. My parents fought over the shots. My father thinking it was a waste of time and money. The head I never found out if it was positive for rabies or not. However, that was part of the reason for the divorce.
The divorce happened, and my toys got packed away never to be seen again. My mom started her adventure to buy a camper who took us all over Minnesota, North Dakota, and Montana. That summer I met my Korean cousins at Medora musical play. Shannon and Meagan Carlson from Bismarck ND. I was with my mom since the divorce. That summer we found a Chinook camper that was on sale. The company was trying to sell it to get into motor boats.
For court of Ender the pirate last few years were gloom- he was old and had become both unglamorous with a bad taste for music. The court was bored and desperate for novelty. So in 1710 when the pirate battles started a fresh new pirate of fifteen-year-old lad named the Claw who was both devilishly handsome and charming had a particularly strong effect on the ladies within the Troll kings court. He was witty and cared for politics as few men cared. He saw that the cycle of life was to happen to a great country but he also saw no one cared. So within he started his plan to tell a tale that would live on even after his soul was burning on fire for his lovers. His plan was witty indulgent, some of the wenches laughed when his hands wondered towards places a fifteen year old should not have his hands.. The troll king was furious and sent the youth away to be imprisoned by those who could not read nor think for themselves. The troll king wanted people to think before the law of averages came true and a country would fall from within no invading army just a whimper of those willing to slay their own countrymen. The current politicians had laid out their plan carefully taking in the whole of the country. First the loss of liberty due to security form terrorist that they themselves invited in on college VISA and allowed to party in Vegas. Then they destroyed the economy by not paying their bills in a timely fashion causing those with less funding to loss what little they had... Into this stepped the Claw and saw a chance to revive a dying republic a chance to make lovers of women for politics. For whom of them could resist an ideology of love? Their hearts needing something to dwell on as their lives were changing from law abiding citizens to political idealists who understood. If they did not make a stand... Then their wondering kisses and high heels would be banned by those worshipping a different creator those that wounded those of love with hate. Indivudals of that hate filled religion might be good but their laws on women as a whole and pirates make the whole issue in questionable alliance. Why would a republic change from good to evil? Why would they hurt or willing hurt their own people?
The crazy chess master took pictures near a neat closet in September to rebuild the cave. His rationale to rebuild the cave was to have a home on the days nearing the end. You see he had figured out that the food eaten by people for the past three decades in the US and the world had sterilized the population. The coming invasion was going to be more like a mop up then a fight. There would be almost no one alive to see the world change from that of humans to that of the reptilian race again. The human golems made by a creator were to be destroyed, and this chess master planned to see the ending of the story. The story started out some fourteen thousand years ago.
Time is relative to those that have time to play with and can change events with whim and decision of reality at a moment's notice. How can that be? The chess master figured out that some millions of years ago an elite race had enough technology to eco-change planets to suit their desires. The planets' rotation into their space allowed them to make realities and change realities by playing games with their creations. The reason for these games was to bet. After being for so many years a challenge was needed, a game where chance could play out. Where the ideology of good and evil could have space to play out this game. To force the issue a third of the work force was forced into playing on the evil side.