is temporarily under going spasms. I have been informed of some under lying issues here. Which has nothing to do with the obvious underlying issues of anything previously written. When I figure out what the fuck is going on I will get back to mangling in my former fashion, whatever the hell that is. I do have a fashion sense you know. I know that no one looks good in brown lipstick.
I will get a Sardonicus post up, when the Dr. gets back from fixing whatever is going on. I still don't know what the hell a Sardonicus is, but it lead me on a merry ride.
In the mean time enjoy some music from a psychedelic band from a while ago. I started listening to them in 68 on a little island off the coast of Florida about 8 days after I got out of school hell. They never where very well known in that time era. Psychedelic? I swear that's what Wickedpie said they were. Bull shit they were and way ahead of their time. The entry for Spirit and their music listed some of those that ripped them off and some they influenced heavily. They did not list Led Zeppelin's "Stairway to Heaven".
While you're on Wickedpidia, look up the word spirit and you might catch a seed of where I was going. Fantastic word and even I was impressed with that delightful debauchery called Wicked-I-believe-all-of-that-because-it-has-been-written-on-the-web. I was wonderfully surprised with finally reading it, as I had been informed of the entry long ago and hadn't been there till a day or three ago. Where it lead me was my own combination of links, but isn't it all.
Breathe and be aware of it. We're going to try a little experiment here soon.Hope you like this listen to a bit'o'spirit.
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Thanks for your funny and insightful comments on my blog.
But what on earth came out of those doors...
Well sir, to catch up for any that might not have a clue what you're asking about, bare with me.
We were doing unit training on the White Sands Missile Range, we lived out there, and every once in a while we had to go out and stay in that wonderful thing called a desert. But, there actually is a mini base with a town called White Sands and that you can see plainly on google's satellite map. The odd thing is, the door does not show up. Imagine that. Well like I said over at your place the door took up about a quarter of a mountain side and that door was metal. It remained closed every time we got in view of it. Until one day, I glanced up and saw the blackest plume of smoke you can imagine. No this was foul black, even burning rubber wouldn't look that black, it was that solid. I don't think they were burning the local garbage. Well, maybe they were. I have no idea what was in that mountain and I did try to find out. That mini base actually had guards at the gate, but we could get in. So how do you find out what is in that mountain? Well sir, you find the nearest bar and every base no matter what size had a place to get booze. That one did not.
Years later I was in, you guessed it, a bar. Now this was at a motel and a guy was bicycling America. I was interested and we proceeded to indulge in a few too many and conversation, well, conversations go a lot of places. Now this particular fellow said he was an ex Submarine Captain and you know, you hear a lot of strange things said in bars. Except I believed him. He knew I had a clearance at one time and he also knew I no longer did, but nonetheless his stories were, to say the least, interesting. Later as in much later in life, my cousin worked for an Agency. He was Army, rather smart fellow, gifted in languages and math and what he did I still won't say to any real detail, well I can, he paid attention to satellites, beyond that it's a no. So, here I had this guy with a clearance way above mine. So what do I do? Of course I did. I ask about a certain thing that sub captain said. He didn't have to say another word to confirm or deny it, the body language was that startled. It's an old old system and I'm very sure they have far better by now. Now that one sir, you may not know.
All eyes and ears are not in space or even above ground, for that matter.
And he had no idea what was in that mountain and I had already startled him once, even if he did know, that game was done.
Our actual chain of command came from The big Rock in Colorado. We had Def-Con alerts all of the time and the lifer's (career soldiers) would kind of saunter in, sit around, drink lots of coffee, giggle and fart and shoot the shit. We were air mobile, in other words pack your bags we're off to the planes. One night we went on alert, only this time the lifers didn't sit around and shoot the shit, they were god damned nervous and the fucking dorks didn't bring their bags packed like they were suppose to. They went back home and got them though. The rest of the base was dark, but their chain of command did not come from The Rock. Not a hint in the papers. Three days later the middle east had a cat fight. The world suddenly got a lot bigger then Vietnam to my eyes.
And I thought we were out there desert training protecting the wonderful good ol US of A from the Mexicans. Crap we never knew when, if, or where.
Wonderful fucking world isn't it. I god damn cringe every time I hear the words Super Power. Just who the hell do we think we are.
Might be a day or two before I get to smoke that cigar on Twain's Study steps. You won one when you knew the picture, even if you did before. Be my luck they banned smoking. I'll do it anyway, Sam would approve.
Thanks postpaleo.
Pubs, bars etc are indeed a huge intel resource.
And not just for who does the business for a pint of cider and a fish supper.
I learned about the now banned blinding laser weapons in a bar, as in how they were used in the Falklands...
Hi postpaleo, nicked your tribal name "flatlanders" for my blog, need to give you credit.
I read it, lol. Moose destruction, most excellent.
I do try to give credit to those that have written something I use here, sometimes in a round about fashion. And sometimes I don't much care what I rip off and move around to my own mangling.
http://www.amazon.com/Flatlanders-Ridgerunners-Folktales-Mountains-Pennsylvania/dp/082293471X
Is a link to a guy I knew for just a, too, short of a time. As much as I wanted to know about he and his make up, he kept after me and mine. He wanted to go on a dig and I never had the chance to make it come true for him. That is my area he talks about.
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