Ghost of Christmas Past, Present and Future

Sometimes when I look in the mirror this is what looks back at me. It's more than enough to make you think long and hard about your life and how you could have lived it better. It's enough to make you toe the line for the rest of it.

My Favorite Quotes

"Did you ever get the feeling that the world was a tuxedo and you were a pair of brown shoes?" — George Gobel (The Tonight Show, 1969)

"Opinions are like assholes. Everybody's got one." — Clint Eastwood as Inspector Harry Callahan (The Dead Pool, 1988)

"Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you're aboard, there's nothing you can do." — Golda Meier

"It ain't over till it's over." — Yogi Berra, 1973 Pennant Race

"Eep opp ork ah ah." — George Jetson, 1962

"You want a friend in Washington? Get a dog." — Harry Truman

"I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member." — Groucho Marx

"...the key to eternity is hidden inside the moment." — Jonco Bugos, American novelist 1951-20XX

"Behind every great fortune lies a great crime." — Honoré de Balzac, French novelist 1799-1850

"Nature... is what we were put on this earth to rise above." Katherine Hepburn as Rose Sayer (The African Queen, 1951)

"If you can't find happiness, make your own." Bobby Moon, Inspirational Blog Spot Host, 11-29-12

"Fmaah! Fmaah!" Jack Lemmon as Felix Ungar (The Odd Couple, 1968)

"An error doesn't become a mistake until you refuse to correct it." JFK

"Our constitution tells us we are entitled to Life, Liberty and The Pursuit of Happiness. It does NOT say we are entitled to Happiness... just the pursuit of it." screminmimi December 31, 2012

*"Nobody does the right thing." Franka Potente as Marie Kreutz, (The Bourne Identity, 2002) 

*Author's Note 12-6-13: This is an evolving post that grows as I uncover more of my favorite quotes.

10-10-10

America's Darkest Secret

One of the perks of being an American is the right to dissent. That's what voting is for and why I always vote. But sometimes voting isn't enough. The United States is on the verge of an irreversible decline, much like that of the Roman Empire before its eventual collapse into the feudal system of medieval Europe. An empire felled by iniquity and a lack of morality.

Soon, our great North American republic will become the largest corporation in the world and we Americans will no longer be its citizens but its products as well as its property. And we'll be in the newest Dark Ages of the New World Order. An Egyptian pyramid with the Illuminati "all-seeing eye of God" does not belong on The Great Seal of the United States or on the back of an American one-dollar bill.

By the same token, the Illuminati-controlled feds had no right to hide a tiny owl on the one dollar-bill, either. The rat-bastard power elite running the U.S.A. and the entire world have most of us fooled. Me included, until I backed away from the trees far enough to actually see the forest.

By the way, I removed the YouTube link to an Alex Jones video about The Bohemian Grove because it finally dawned on me that Alex Jones is a fake. He's a shill. That's right, Alex Jones is a shill for the New World Order (and he's not alone) and, in addition, Alex Jones is nothing but "controlled opposition" for the Illuminati. Talk about a goddamn Benedict Arnold.

The bottom line here is that our world is being run by the absolute worst people that humanity has to offer. Their deeds are despicable and it's time we took their power away from them (for starters). How we do that will no doubt be a complex, treacherous battle. How we start that process is simple. Make it your duty to recognize what power is and what kind of people seek it. The only kind of power that is not evil is a power that is shared by all. Anything less than that is tyranny. It's time to throw these rat-bastard tyrants out and keep them out.

Man, what a fool I've been. Even I had no idea that such insensate, diabolical deceivers existed among our own American population. Some people will do anything for money. And when you sell out yourself, like these fake whistle-blowers have done, you've got nothing left. Nothing that matters anyway.

Beam me up, already.

The Folly of Unfettered Ambition

Listen up, you reptilian, in-bred, hybrid humans who comprise the so-called "Inner Circle" of the so-called Illuminati. Most people don't know who in the hell you are or where you came from or the fact that you're all leftovers from the Lucifer Rebellion. (Wow, referencing religious content is definitely not my cup of tea.)

Few people have heard the story that the Milky Way galaxy was created as an experimental universe called "Nebadon" where copies of the God pattern were "created in his image" and infused with life force and nurtured according to a plan set up by Christ Michael (also called Jesus Christ, who is one of over 100,000 sons of God and the real creator of our galaxy and everything in it), the Ancients of Days (the so-called rulers of the super universe called "Orvonton" — a collection of galaxies that the Milky Way galaxy is part of — and the executioners of our souls if we are not good and proper slaves), the 24 Elders, the Dalamatia 100 and a host of other so-called "celestial beings" and entities who work for and worship the "Universal Father" in Paradise (a theoretical supreme being/personality/force/center, etc. that no one has ever proven the existence of or seen).

Whew! I know it sure doesn't sound like a kid's Sunday School bible story or a passage from some story book but it also sounds weird enough to be true. In fact, it sounds more like science fiction or maybe even real science than religion, to me. Science and religion are, in fact, inseparable, just like time and space. And that's been the truth's fatal flaw since the dawn of civilization. That the truth would be so terrible that hardly anyone could accept it. Except me and, hopefully, many others who dare to challenge authority when it's perverse and not in everyone's best interests. That's right, if this world isn't for everyone to have a decent life experience in, then it needs to be made into a world that is fit for everybody.

Yeah, it's bad enough that powerful, celestial beings just might control our human destiny, instead of we, ourselves, and I suppose some people might think that it's better to have good and powerful allies than to sweat and toil like slaves under the thumb of those in the Illuminati Inner Circle, who have "lived deliciously" with the earth for eons. These planetary powers-that-be are often called the Illuminati or the New World Order or the global power elite or the "Inner Circle" and that usually suggests to us that their ultimate purpose is to control everything on Earth, from finance to the media.

As a matter of fact, the Inner Circle controls virtually everything now and they hold prestigious seats of power in organizations that we think are merely political, religious or social and are therefore relatively harmless. Too bad the so-called "creators" and all the powerful "good guys" are capable of doing nothing except watching and making notes, like impotent or detached observers. Didn't anyone see the Star Trek episode, The Squire of Gothos? Didn't anybody see the movie, They Live? There's more truth than fiction there. Start paying attention to the world around you.

These are the folks making up The Bilderberger Group, The Council on Foreign Relations, the Council of 13, The Trilateral Commission, The Freemasons (especially the 35th Degree Masons), The Skull & Bones Society, the Knights Templar, The Bohemian Club, The Ordo Templi Orientis and the Vatican element still loyal to the Melchizedek order. And these are just the most visible groups that I know of.

But they couldn't get away with the things they do without your help. Stupid people are their favorite food. They fill your heads with rot from Hollywood, Madison Avenue, the publishing media and the Internet and you gobble it up like rats eating food pellets in a cage. If it's on TV you crave it, cherish it, even idolize it. They've been winning for untold ages because of stupid, lazy people who forget what their first duty as free thinkers in a free society is. Our duty as intelligent human beings is to always question authority and to challenge authority when we think it's not in everyone's best interest.

And, as for you so-called "gods" who are nothing more than the oldest beings in the "master universe" and who think you have a right to tinker with natural life-forces whenever you feel like it, I'm going to personally take you all out of the big picture myself. You hideous, sick, perverted, Nazi-loving bastards. And just how do I plan to do that? Simply by becoming a better person than any of you will ever live to be.

Author's Update, April 13, 2014: In the fall of 2013 I finally decided to read The Castle by Franz Kafka (yes, the German author who also wrote "The Metamorphosis"), a book I bought at a Harrisburg outlet called Ollie's in 1995. I highly recommend "The Castle", if you can get through it and stomach the contents. Most people think "The Castle" is a tale about the nightmare of government bureaucracy but I think Kafka knew more about the real powers-that-be, the ones that truly hide from us and tinker with our lives so our true destiny is buried beneath the fate they construct for us. What this also means is that most people would rather be titillated by deception and lies than be enlightened by the truth. Which makes most people their own worst enemy. In April 2014 I taped a 1974 movie off Turner Classic Movies (TCM) called Zardoz, starring Sean Connery. If you can stomach the cheesy production qualities (including Sean Connery in a ridiculous jock-strap costume) and the disturbing, lascivious treatment that creepy writer, producer, director John Boorman gave this otherwise visionary film, I recommend this movie for anyone who's not afraid to face the unfortunate reality that sick, twisted, incompetent "immortal" beings are having fun with us, for their amusement only. Proof that NO ONE should live forever. 

(re-posted from Thinker's Corner. Formerly entitled Good-Bye "Inner Circle")

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Belly Call

I never thought it was possible until it actually happened. One day I accidentally speed-dialed a phone number on my cell phone...with my belly. No lie.

One day last summer I slid into the car with my trusty Motorola C139 Tracfone securely attached to the belt holding up my cargo shorts. Yep, some 57-year-old men in Appalachia wear cargo shorts. Not all of us stuff our inflated bellies and backsides into stone-washed Levi's, pretending that time has granted us a reprieve from the aging process. Besides, cargo shorts hold an incredible amount of stuff. I could never fit a wallet, car keys, house keys, business card holder, one of those new 15-stick packs of Winterfresh gum, three or four bucks worth of loose change, pill box, pack of pocket tissues and a big blue bandanna into a pair of blue jeans, no matter what style. Besides, I'd rather look like Captain Kangaroo any day than The Pillsbury Doughboy.

To make a long story less long, when I sat down in the car, my belly (which is not quite a spare car tire but more than a spare bicycle tire) speed-dialed the number of a woman I knew who happened to be in a meeting at work at the time. I didn't know I'd dialed her until I got home when, before turning off my cell phone, I saw that she'd discreetly text messaged me from her meeting, asking me what I wanted.

I had to call her back and tell her that I'd dialed her with the extra fat round my middle and not on purpose. I also called her because I had no idea how to reply to a text message. Just because I can send and receive text messages with my cell phone doesn't mean I know how to or even want to. I have a cell phone for security, emergencies and store-to-home calling so I don't bring home the wrong thing. I'd rather make a call than return an item. In other words, I'm one of those 20th Century leftovers who talks on the phone instead of typing on it.

Anyway, the woman I'd accidentally speed-dialed with my big belly was, to my relief, mildly amused by what had happened. I'm glad because anything so stupid as speed-dialing somebody with your belly and then taking forever to reply to a text message back could have easily been misinterpreted as a prank. But, hell, I'd never make a crank phone call. I wouldn't know how to go about it in the first place, even if I wanted to. Except maybe getting behind the wheel of my aging Daewoo Lanos with my cell phone on and just hoping that my belly and the steering wheel would know what to do.

The moral of this story is that, being a good guy who still wants to become a better guy, I lost 25 pounds and most of it came off my belly. So, the only way I could accidentally speed-dial anyone with my belly these days would be if I tripped and fell flat on my face.

Author's Note, 2-11-11: Because of technical difficulties, I had to give up my Motorola C139 "candy bar" phone and replace it with an LG 410g flip-phone. The biggest benefit with this upgrade is that I don't have to worry about my belly speed dialing people behind my back anymore. The downside is to not give in to the temptation to eat every candy bar, pizza and sub in sight just because the size of my belly is no longer a mobile phone issue.

Coolest Crop Circle Ever

From July 15, 2008, this is the best video I've ever seen about Nibiru (Planet X). No other pictograph on Earth shows our solar system's alignment on December 21, 2012, predicting the arrival of planet Nibiru and possibly the beginning of the Red Giant phase of our own sun. Truly, a magnificent work of scientific art.

The soundtrack to this video is the New World Symphony, 3rd movement, by Antonín Leopold Dvořák. Its powerful audio presence greatly enhances the visual display of this unique crop circle arrangement.

Related post from this blog: 2012 FAQ

Related post from another blog: The Truth About 2012

Too Many Movies

It happens to a lot of us. By the time you hit age 50, scenes and lines from five decades of movies start to take over your free thinking. Instead of a blank space between your ears that you intend to fill with new, exciting, maybe even unique thoughts, old movie lines infiltrate the speech center and out they come.

For instance, one day this past week I walked into the den and there on the floor was a dead mouse. I knew the cat had killed it. That's his job. And I always thank him for it. Always. Cats need to hear from you that they did a good job. It makes their next job so much easier. The thing is, the cat, a 15-year-old tomcat named "Lucky", wasn't quite ready to be complimented by an old guy who'd seen "Miller's Crossing" way too many times.


"You wuz a good sport to bump the schmatta," I told the cat.

I figured Lucky could either accept the compliment as it was given and then "dangle" or else "let it drift" and go back to sleep.

A Traditional Publisher's Favorite Dartboard

"Indie Author" Model IAWMBB

Re-posted from an earlier date to remove unwanted ad links in the URL.

Die, Vampire, Die!

Pictured here is a science fiction author's newest enemy. With dragons finally dropping to second place but still holding strong, vampires — and especially erotic female vampires — have taken over the science fiction genre.

But how can that be? I ask myself. Vampires have nothing whatsoever to do with science so how could they possibly have anything to do with science fiction? They don't. Madison Avenue's stupid and unbridled ad copy writers have convinced science fiction fans — through television, movies and the Internet — that this is the new sci-fi. What they're selling is schlocky writing and smut in place of good science fiction. There's only one thing to say to that.

Die, Vampire, Die! Once and for all. Or else go back to the Horror genre where you really belong.

Limerick for February

There once was a old man from town

Who slept when the snow came down.
He laid in his bed
And dreamed in his head
That winter was nice and brown.

Big Bad Mike

Michael Casher, indie author, scourge of booksellers everywhere.

Striking fear in the hearts of literary agents, traditional publishers and the Illuminati, worldwide.