Funny to see so many people telling each other to “open your eyes” to see what they see as the truth. Open eyes are deceived eyes. Close your eyes and open your mind. — Ape
Continue readingHello, Dear Readers of This Blog — all 3 of you! I had a positive interaction online today, and that always puts me in a good mood. And when I am in a good mood, I tend to write. And so here we are. Let me tell you a bit about that positive interaction:
Continue readingWhen my family lived in a small neighborhood outside Langley, Virginia, I didn’t think it was odd that we never saw a police patrol car, or that our ice cream man wore a pistol under his white coat. [This is a long one. If you click this, settle in.]
Is human civilization on its last legs? According to a recent report, it could all be over as of 2050. So what next?
Nobody seemed to particularly enjoy my previous “absurdist humor” post, so today I thought I would wade back into my favorite topic, Conspiracy Theory. What brought this on? I received a text from my sister that said, “X wants to know who you think killed Kennedy,” where X = my nephew. So here we go.
As you should already be aware, noted American financier, buddy to the wealthy elite, and renowned child-molesting pedophile Jeffrey Epstein “died by suicide” in his prison cell over the weekend. …
While I do enjoy writing humorous posts on this blog, occasionally, I feel we need to take a look down the darker rabbit holes of our world. And there are few darker than those involving the growing number of missing persons cases in U.S. national parks.
Fort Kentucky Air Force Base is sometimes referred to as the Area 51 of the East. It is a top-security Everetti base that consists of experimental aircraft test flight runways, regular fighter and bomber aircraft runways, hangars, control towers, satellite dish arrays, droid control centers, fusion weapons storage, Fusion Deployment System control centers, and a large underground and secured facility for housing storage, research facilities and other classified uses. In other words, it’s a party of clandestine activities.
Another excerpt from the first book in the “The Spaces Between” series, as mentioned in a previous post. As H.P. Lovecraft once wrote, “The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them…”
Do we choose what our interests are, or are our interests the product of our experiences? Or are we just hard-wired with a preprogrammed attraction to certain topics? I have no idea. And that is not the topic of this post. This post is about my problem. And my problem, as I have recently come to realize, is largely due to my interests. Read this one. It’s weird, and it’s personal.
