Funtions are described as inherently describing at least two related things,variables.
Funtions are described as inherently describing at least two related things,variables.
Now what am I gonna do?
You ever hear of this alleged Solar Hero? Some call him the Green Man.
They put Jesus there.
It is the birth of the sun.
On the cusp we are born.
I can lay this fantasy down with he best of them.
I can make you want to heave.
You lied. You have a doctorate degree and no morals.
Darwin is full of shit.
Evolution is theory.
Oh the humanity. – Herbert Morrison
Increasingly I feel humanity is vastly overrated.
The whole world reads this blog.
I knew eventually the world would see you and all my accusers were full of shit.
You two are definitely full of shit.
Have a nice anonymous day you two cop bastards
Don’t worry I have not forgot who you are.
Have a nice day old man. A lot of people read this blog. I am leaving your name out.
Say hello to the officers for me?
The fucker sold me a gun that didn’t go bang. He sold me a gun that broke again catastrophically within 38 shells.
He didn’t seem the least bit moved by me encouraging him not to sell anymore of those guns.
I should rip him a new asshole.
I really should.
I just found my receipt. I generally don’t misplace important papers. But this one I did for a while.
But I found it.
Now I can deal with the Beretta fucks who also have failed to impress me.
They increasingly are building piece of shit guns.
I ain’t buying anymore.
This gun store owner really let me down. He is a Campton, KY native.
I expect better from him.
Since he is from Campton, I am giving him a break he really don’t deserve.
Others asked me who sold me that gun too old man. I didn’t tell them.
This was before you wouldn’t even look for a copy of receipt.
You really are a piece of shit.
But I am giving you a break.
You don’t deserve it.
The cops shop there a lot.
I wonder how many pieces of shit he sold them.
That is a good one if I do say so myself.
Vegans protesting Venus Flytrap on CNN.
Making fun of stuff is fun.
How is it working out for you?
I read a lot of philosophers.
I forget how many.
It makes life tolerable for me.
I show you the world as it is.
Who has my Jonestown paper?
I want it back.
You think there is a question mark needed?
Who really tried to kill who?
I don’t really know why I do it. I don’t really have a filter. I do to a degree.
But mostly I just let it out.
I guess it is good for that.
I can’t keep this shit inside.
I feel literal pain sometimes and that pain comes from the events of the world.
When I read some stories, I can not even begin to make you understand what happens to me.
Do I scare you?
Well I reflect your world more than most.
It is all here and essentially no filter.
I only promise to leave you be if you don’t mess with me.
That is best I can do.
As for your philosophy, I really don’t care anymore.
Mine is leave me be.
I started writing in a time when I still believed it mattered.
I chastise you for reading what others have written, and I mean it too.
So why should I write?
Words are useless.
Mom, Dad, Whoever,
What am I supposed to do?
There is no real answer.
Do you tell them the police will protect them?
You know that is most likely a lie right.
Look, I ain’t judging you.
You mostly are “programmed” to procreate.
But I hope you realize exactly what you have done. And what you are doing?
You have no idea what happens at school.
And schools are merely one example. Hell, sometimes it is the church where kids are scarred.
You can’t protect your child.
And that is your job.
But you all pretty much pawn that job off on others.
I don’t know how many times I have heard a parent say, “I can’t wait until school starts.”
See all I have ever been told about America and the world is a lie.
I am frankly sick of hearing it.
See I am never gonna have to worry about being responsible for bringing a child into this thing we call life.
It is a damn good thing too.
I couldn’t really teach them about people. They could never learn on their own.
I just could not deal with the never-ceasing questions to which I have no real answer.
I can only speak in theory, about anything.
And in practice, theory goes out the window almost every time.
I just don’t see it.
All these books, and none of them are any real help.
It is all bull.
I mean what if my kid were to end up homeless?
What the hell would I tell them?
And some kid in Nevada just got suckered into being blown away by his “friends.”
It was some lonely kid desperate for friends.
What book should that kid have read?
What book the parents of the border children read?
What book MS13 read?
And our POTUSI, what do they read?
See it was happening in 2014 too.
Book them, Dano.
I have definitely gone dark again.
It is difficult to see in dark.
I have trained for that though.
You want your child to grow up MK Ultra like me?
See I know all too well.
This is essentially what children must be taught.
And it ain’t even really an answer.
I suppress it all the time, too often perhaps.
The dark side is often required.
Like when someone throws your world in the garbage.
And if anyone ever tries to otherwise alter your world on a grand scale, you better have darkness inside you so as to put them in their place.
That place may be in the ground.
I know the type. It was not my stuff. But I can see the bastard doing it.
I would have hurt him real bad.
And the law?
Most likely law would come after me then too.
Society is a joke.
And I can’t believe you all are still reading them damn philosophers.
Have no doubt about that.
I ain’t sure yet. If I do stay now though, it is likely only going to be one shift per week.
It was good while it lasted. It was a stop-gap though until I got back to group home.
Plus, I am not getting the loyalty I deserve….
Loyalty is supposed to be a two-way street.
And although most of the customers are alright, enough are straight up assholes that I just ain’t interested much more in dealing with them.
I try to be civil. I don’t try near as hard as I used to though.
Is there anything to guide me on being homeless and having my spot invaded and my clothes and everything else thrown into lake?
What would Machiavelli have done?
It is all supposition.
You want I read local ordinances?
Are you freaking for real?
Where is your father? Did he teach you anything? Or leave you to fend for yourself?
Son, it is a world full of animals.
Some pretty themselves up they feel.
But every last one of them has an animal inside them.
I have no real advice for you.
As for the above, it was a home invasion of the homeless.
Or the jungle.
And you thought we left that place.
Taking stock of the stock.
End of the line.
I wont be responsible for bringing another into this mess of a world.
He was born in Belgium. He is somewhat of a mystery.
Hello great gramps.
Belgium is a nation, not a road. – King Albert I.
The Belgians prevented Germans from conquering France in a month as they had hoped at the start of WWI.
And the King stayed in sole command of Belgian forces for most of war. Stubborn son of a gun.
The Belgian resistance was literally created on the fly.
His real name is August. If you look real close at text above you can see his last name also.
I am working on it boss. You know I am.
This was a security type job.
They were good at their job, on the ball.
I literally said a prayer before every shift, and often a few during each shift
I prayed phone never rang.
It is quite hard to see through mine.
I can’t seem to find a new pair.
I could try harder I suppose.
It has to do with “sight.” It is more about it being difficult to get a clear picture.
I mean more difficult.
It is a confounding factor.
I could “control” it some.
I have yet to.
That kind of confounds me also.
I suspect I will show you a picture pretty soon.
It might confound you. It might not.
It most likely will confound you.
It ain’t easy to find these. So I must shoot in a way less than optimal condition.
This is my target, with those lenses and that Pico first and only time I ever shot it. The shots were at 7 and 25 yards. I missed three times in first five shots. I never missed after that.
It was not easy.
Every shot was crazy hard to sight in.
How many you think you could hit through those lenses?
I missed 3 times.
Those are the ones I remember.
See you gave me the card already.
It can’t be worth much?
I will review the material again.
I have not slammed you. That much.
And only the most astute figured out who I refer to, the group.
Long story short, I may send you $35.00.
That is actually a small compliment.
You must have heard of me via this radar love dealio.
Who can tell me the significance of this number?
To be fair, almost no one right now.
The number represents the percentage of population that even has a cursory grasp of Deep State.
OK, I will invest in you cursory bastards. I might get lucky.
I want to see more on certain fronts. One in particular is removing law enforcement authority from most federal agencies.
And as for the FBI, I really don’t want them involved in local matters.
They assassinated Finicum.
And I see nothing from you on this and related.
So not at this time.
See they are murdering people.
And you are not suing them for that.
I don’t wear them much.
And I don’t see anything on guns from you.
Lawyers, Guns and Money
And I don’t gamble much.
See you and I obviously are not watching the same things exactly.
Hey for most all of my life, I have called all my shots.
I never ever had to ask for permission.
My whole life I called all my own shots.
So you can’t really boss me.
whoever you are.
I ain’t kidding.
It is amazing how well I turned out.
I never had anyone around to show me how to act.
Dad was gone. Mom always at work.
and I was all alone with two younger siblings.
In the projects….
You know what I learned?
I woke up to the words of the reverend today. He was doing a Father’s Day sermon.
I had forgotten it was Father’s Day today.
It is something I try not to think about, fathers.
How long until it is over again? Or at least until I forget again?
There is no pain anymore. There is no anger anymore.
There is no real sadness either anymore.
The day means nothing to me.
For 44 years, I mostly tried to ignore the day.
My father is likely sad today.
I can only surmise.
And if he is, it isn’t because of me.
This will be the first Farhers day for my father without both his mom and dad.
He will know what it feels like now.
I actually feel bad for him.
I really do.
I ain’t kidding. I didn’t know where I was.
I am on bottle 2. Bottle 3 to follow. Bottles 4 and 5 tagging along.
They won’t last long.
It is 91 degrees F out.
It is a good thing I am so cool huh.
35-38 shots I made today.
You (talking to myself) are gonna miss some. It will never be acceptable. So don’t miss.
It is impossible to never ever miss.
It doesn’t matter how good you are.
You will never be perfect.
You have to learn to deal with that.
You just can’t accept it as an excuse.
Yall see how crazy shooting really is yet?
Do your damndest to avoid fighting.
A or F
He stuck me with a professional’s gun. He made sure it was one I would not want to use.
Bob Dylan, where is this the highway 61?
What I recall most about the target I showed you from today is the three misses.
I hate any and every miss I have.
A miss is a failure. Every miss can also be a casualty or worse.
A mm is miles, literally sometimes.
First time I ever shot this gun. – Excuse?
It is a fairly heavy DAO trigger. – Excuse?
It is really, really tiny and light. – Excuse?
There are no excuses that are truly acceptable.
I am hard on myself.
I am analyzing why I missed.
The Pico when it ain’t broke, will go where you aim it.
You went right for head at 7 yards with first five shots you ever fired with this damn professional pistol. And you missed three of them.
You know biggest reason why?
So what did you learn today, Strobbe?
You can’t afford to ever miss dumbass.
I am rooting for you.
Takeaway: Go to body first with micros. The only exception is known armor.
Doing so allows one to have flexibility in terms of combat essentials.
Make sure EVERY shot is on target. That is the goal.
Hickok 45 on the Pico. He is way more refined than I am.
Anyway, he calls it a professional’s pistol. He says they are hard to shoot. He is right about the second part for sure.
And I just had to see what I could do with it.
I got what I needed to out of this little Pico. I will give it that.
I like this Pico.
I really wanted to like the Pico pistol too.
The person I know is a sort of pistol too.
I should say used to know perhaps.
I have not seen them in years.
Hey Pico don’t buy the pistol with your name.
I bought it partly because it did.
I am stuck with it now.