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Kari and Sloan

Yesterday, for me, was a mixture of idyllic and bewilderment. I spent a lot of time with Kari in Bayview park. Idyllic. I wept a little. We laughed a lot. We were in what I call “the space”, much of the time. A state of grace feeling.

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Perhaps the quiet before the storm.

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It took me about two hours yesterday afternoon to get all packed up and my little bedroom vacuumed. I kept wondering what this was all about? 72 years old, what do I have to show for 72 years? What does moving out of yet another living situation tell me? What does being poor again, tell me? It was not a happy feeling. It felt ominous.

My friend Todd German came by right on the button at 5:30 p.m., as he had promised.

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We threw my few belongings, relatively speaking, into his Toyota Land Cruiser, and were off to his home on Cudjoe Key. En route, we passed a friend of mine, who is on the Board of the GLEE Community Garden, where I have a plot. I asked her if I could keep my bicycle in the garden at night. She said, sure. That way, it will be safe at night, as the garden is locked all the time, and only people who know the combination can get in there. And, the bike will be locked to something.

I had thought earlier in the day, that the GLEE garden would be a good place to keep the bicycle. I went over there and bumped into a garden member, and asked her about keeping my bike there. She said probably okay, but I’d have to get the Board’s approval. I see no way it was a chance occurrence that I bumped into the Board member on US 1, in slow traffic on Cow Key Channel Bridge, just as Todd and I were leaving Key West.

Todd said he felt I had messed up with my first email to my father’s lawyer and my father’s widow, asking for an advance against my second and last inheritance from my father’s estate. Todd said he knew my request would go nowhere, it was too offensive.

I said I knew it was offensive when I sent it. I had not wanted to even make the request. But it seemed I had no other choice. I wrote something vanilla wafer, and was sitting on it, waiting to see what the angels might say. My father came to me in a dream and got onto me for not making the request. He said I would lose. I said back, he would lose too. So, I added the offensive to the request and email it to the lawyer, and asked him to share it with my father’s widow, his second wife.

I did not tell Todd that I was egged on many times in dreams, to keep forwarding to them later things I was publishing at goodmorningkeywest.com, after republishing them at goodmorningbirmingham.com. And to include other men, on whom my father had relied, and my blood sister. She and I are our father’s only living children by our mother.

I did not tell Todd that I had been encouraged in dreams to think I was making good progress in Birmingham, that something was going to break there. Not only in my dreams, but in many dreams had by my friend Brenda in north Georgia, was I encouraged in that way. In no wise was I shown in dreams that I was messing up in Birmingham. Or that I had messed up.

Even so, I still did not like having to deal with Birmingham. I knew my father’s will was written so that there was no legal way the advance could be made under his will, while my stepmother was still Living. I knew the family trust my father had set up was written so that there was no way the trust could make an advance to me while my stepmother was still living. I knew the only way an advance could be made was by my stepmother doing it out of her own personal funds, of which she was well-endowed through her inheritance from my father.

I also knew that my stepmother had caused a great deal of trouble in my father’s family, and, after he died, in his company, in which she controlled over 50 percent of the voting stock under the family trust. I thought she was better off dead, than living and causing even more trouble. Better off for her, and for my father’s company. I knew from people who had worked for my father’s company, that my stepmother was not liked in the company. My father was loved by his employees.

Those are the facts. As a far as I was concerned, the request for an advance of my inheritance was just another fool’s errand, on which the angels were sending me, another mission impossible, like my falling in love with Kari. However, despite all the rough sledding, due to Kari’s alcoholism and our having no money with which to have a life together, I am glad we met. Something precious and special awoke in me, and still is in me.

I told Kari yesterday, that she is the funniest woman I ever met. I could have said she is the funniest person I ever knew.

I told Todd last night, that I was in a rut until Kari came along. She got me out of it. She gave me a reason to want to be alive, for I was fed up with what I was experiencing and doing.

I’m getting choked up inside. I’m getting more choked up inside.

When we reached Todd’s home on Cudjoe Key yesterday evening, I was amazed at how it had changed, since I last saw it. Mainly, I was amazed over how his yard looked. It’s turning in to a tropical paradise. He’d had it pretty much clear cut, but he had planted a lot of trees and shrubs, and soon the place will be beautiful.

Todd loves anything with a motor. He has cars, motorcycles, on which he is always piddling. He built all of his wood decking, which is extensive, and there’s more to go. Built it all himself. He did a lot of the kitchen work himself. He’s really good at that sort of thing.

Todd is really good working with people. He’s really good a making money.

He is the Chairman of Hometown PAC, based in Key West, which hosts calls to candidates and candidate forums. He was the first Chairman of the Key West Citizens (Police) Review Board. He is chairman of the charter high school in Key West, and recent went onto the Board of the large charter high school association, to which his high school belongs. He is on the Key West Citizen Editorial Board. He is always doing something gratis in community affairs. He hobnobs with the local powerful and influential business men, Conchs (natives) and immigrants alike.

I said to myself last night, Todd is a renaissiance man. He has followed his dream, one step at a time, and he’s at the top of his game, and he’s only just getting going.

I talked a few times with Kari on the telephone last night. She was still in Bayview Park, until the last call, when she was in her hidey hole.

What a trial, being homeless, living outside. What a super trial, doing that and being a woman. What a double super trial doing that, and being a natural magnet for men, who flock to her as if she has something essential, which they need. And, she loves me, who has nothing to give to her, but me.

She once told me she would never leave me, she would be with me always, but sometimes she would have to be away from me. When she said that, it went straight into my heart, through it, and out my back. I felt it physically, like an energy beam. I had never felt anything like it. I was left in tears. I was shaking. I was disassembled. I was a while coming out of it. In the Burger King, on North Roosevelt Boulevard, in Key West.

There were trials, mostly due to her drinking and the way that affects her personality. Yet, and despite that, my heart kept opening back up, and I would start crying and shaking and disassembling. Sometimes when I was riding somewhere on my bicycle. I would melt down, in tears. Sometimes I melted down with Kari. She would try to stop it; there was no stopping it.

A little while later …

I heard my cell phone buzzing through the wall. It was Kari. She knew I was awake, in distress. She felt it. She feels me coming toward her, when we are meeting somewhere. She knows when I’m there, without even looking up and seeing me. I got on the phone with her, and really melted down.

A cop had found her in her hidey hole and told her to move on. She told him that she was not allowed to stay at KOTS. He told her to move on anyway, or he would arrest her and take her to jail. She thought, didn’t tell the cop, she was going to jail anyway, in two weeks. I said, maybe should have told him that, and invited him to take her there now, to save the time. We laughed.

Kari says she is resolved in herself to do the six months special jail program briefly mentioned in yesterday’s post, in order to be free of her probation – if the judge allows her to use that special program. I can’t imagine being in jail. I can’t imagine coping with that. I nearly went nuts being on a locked ward for three weeks. I paced like a tiger. I could not sleep. I had trouble breathing.

I have no clue what lies in store for me. Perhaps the dreams last night were telling me, all that warfare in my life, it was not a good idea. I messed up. I should have gone a different route, been more like Todd, seeking solutions, resolutions, in everything I engaged. And now I laugh internally. If I had gone that route, the pot would not have been stirred. A lot of things that needed to be said, would not have been said. I might as well have been Todd, instead of me. I might as well have tossed out my entire training by the angels.

Well, I suppose if I’m able to get back to sleep this morning, I’ll be hearing more from them about what woke me up: the swell dreams about all the wars going on in every quadrant of my life. Maybe I’ll hear something from them about Kari and me.

She’s hurting plenty. She doesn’t have a nice bedroom in a nice home, in which to sleep. She doesn’t have steady Social Security retirement benefits rolling in each month. She has jail in front of her. Detoxing, again, in front of her. She knows not if I will be there whenever she is released. She knows not if we will have a life together. Her dreams say we will not.

If not, what was the point of us meeting? For the angels flat arranged for us to meet. Was it solely for Kari to be gotten off the street, given another chance to get her life back on track, but without anything encouraging her to do that? Doing it, just because?

And what lies ahead for me? I have no clue. I can see what I would like to happen, but I’m getting no encouragement. I can’t, for the life of me, grok why I am not able to make a living wage doing what I am good at doing. That is so bizarre to me, that I can only imagine it is punishment, a penalty, for past wrongs I have done. Karma.

I was not able get into Todd’s wi-fi at 3:30 a.m. this morning. It was working fine last night with my laptop. I suppose I was not supposed to get online in the wee hours today. I suppose I am suppose to write, then get Kari’s phone call, then write some more. I suppose.

If I get back to sleep, dreams could wipe all of that out, give me entirely different “marching orders” for today’s post at goodmorningkeywst.com. Or for no post there today.

I never have a clue what’s going to happen. I just try to do what is in front of me, as best as I can, in keeping with the angels’ training and directives, which are as changing and variable as, hmmm, a woman?

Oh, wow. I’m now online, connected to Todd’s server. The angels never sleep, so I guess I’m not going back to sleep just now.

I see nothing in today’s Key West Citizen, which seems to beckon me to engage it.

Todd sent this on Facebook yesterday, which I told him last night, is amusing. He groused about religion. I said, it’s all screwed up. My stepmother is super religious. She has lots of company in having no clue that, as Kari said yesterday, God loves us all, even if we don’t.

As I wrote the lead into what Todd sent to me, this arrived on FB from Africa:

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    ON DESTINY CHRISTIAN MINISTRIES in Busega Kampala 31 March 2015 .. and every eye will see him, even those who pierced him; and all the peoples of the earth will mourn because of him. So shall it be! Amen. – Rev 1:7 (niv1984) . dear brethren in Christ we have started the campaign of buying instruments for the ministry we need 12 millions sofa we have raised 1million continue to pray for us and support us with what ever u have , any contribution u or the Lord directs u to stand with us u can send help on mobile money O774645459 or u can visit us direct @ church in Busega or call direct to pastor 0702645459 / 07026415241. God bless u as u do your best to support the great work of the Lord .

I suppose until the day I die, I will remain leery of ministers asking for money to fund their ministry. I don’t recall Jesus ever did that, during his ministry. At least, not in the Gospels do I recall he did that.

In that regard, one of my vicious van dweller criminal friends sent this on Facebook the other day:

What…….”We”……..Have Become

'What......."We"........Have Become'

And this:

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Indiana Governor Mike Pence claims he’s a Christian but his actions are the polar opposite of Jesus’ teachings. As Governor, Pence eliminated food stamps, closed healthcare clinics, and signed a law discriminating against LGBT residents. Pence is not alone, but rather represents the new face of the Christian right: a hollow shell of hatred and intolerance, wrapped in the name of a prophet who they have long ago abandoned. SHARE to make hypocrites’ heads explode. LIKE our page US Uncut!

And this:

What we have Become……..

'What we have Become........'

And this:

Richmond police chief: ‘All lives matter. That’s really what community policing should be about.’

by Brad Marshland

When Chris Magnus first moved to Richmond, Calif., in 2006, he would hear gunshots at night, sometimes very close to his house. That would be disturbing to anyone, but it was especially so to Magnus, as he had just been hired to be Richmond’s new chief of police.

Recent shootings of unarmed black men in Ferguson, Mo.; Cleveland, Ohio; and Madison, Wis., have triggered violent reactions, revealing a deep chasm between many police departments and the communities they purportedly serve. But not so in the San Francisco Bay Area suburb of Richmond: Not only are relationships between the people and the police strong, but the statistics indicate that the policies instituted by Chief Magnus are significantly reducing crime. Violent crime has been dropping nationally for years – down 14.5% since 2004, according to the FBI. In Richmond, it has dropped even faster. Homicides in this city of just over 100,000 are down from 47 in 2007 to just 11 last year.

Since Magnus took over as Chief in Richmond, he has instituted geographic policing, where officers are assigned to specific beats over an extended period of time, sometimes as long as several years. He has also challenged his officers to do more than just respond to calls. Evaluations are now based in part on how much officers engage with and address the residents’ top priorities. Back in 2006, for example, despite the high homicide rate, one of the first things residents complained to Magnus about was the number of abandoned vehicles on the streets. While addressing this problem first may have seemed counterintuitive, it went a long way toward building trust. “It sent a very powerful message to residents that we were actually listening to them and were willing to make their priorities our priorities,” Magnus told Yahoo Global News Anchor Katie Couric.

Acting in partnership with the community on such minor matters can have hugely positive effects when it comes to tackling violent crime as well. “Just starting a conversation sometimes leads to surprising results,” says Magnus. As relationships get built, residents are more likely to talk to officers they know and provide tips that either solve or prevent more serious crimes down the road.

Longtime community advocate Kathleen Sullivan has never been afraid to call the command staff when she sees an officer behaving badly. The fact that they listen has changed everything. Now she feels comfortable telling others “Sometimes when you’re concerned, you need to call the police. Because they are here to get the bad guy.”

The term “community policing” has become such a buzz phrase that “Pretty much every department, if you ask them, would say they’re doing community policing,” says Magnus, “And I think most believe it. But the challenge is: is community policing really policing the community in the way that the community wants to be policed, or is it driven by the police department?” Magnus’ approach has been to build partnerships with the community at every opportunity, learning from the residents what their priorities are, in order to define where resources should go.

One thing Sullivan believes the department could do better would be to get out and walk the streets more. The key is to train the officers to view walking and talking to residents not as an added chore, but rather as a means to an end. “You’re talking to people in order to get to know them,” Magnus says “to build a relationship that helps you ultimately solve or prevent a crime.”

In the past year, the national wave of protests against excessive use of police force turned violent in many cities, exposing a rift where police departments and the public view each other as adversaries rather than as partners. In Richmond, the demonstrations were peaceful, with the police department command staff engaging community members in dialogue about how policing could be done better. Chief Magnus, who is white, went so far as to hold a “Black Lives Matter” sign. “It seemed to totally represent what we’re trying to accomplish,” says Magnus, “which is respect: this idea that we acknowledge that the relationship between police and the African American community, particularly in many cities, has really been at best strained and at worst incredibly difficult for many, many years.”

Magnus took some grief for holding the sign, but he stands by his decision: “It doesn’t mean a wholesale endorsement of attacks on police or saying that police are brutal or racist across the board. Of course I don’t feel that way. I feel like all lives matter. That’s really what community policing should be about.”

Along with reducing crime, Richmond’s style of community policing could explain why Richmond’s recent protests were peaceful. “The key to the whole thing,” says community advocate Sullivan, “is the more you know who they are, and they know who you are, you respond to policing differently.”

Community policing is not Richmond’s only strategy. They have also actively hired for diversity within the department, deployed computer algorithms to help predict where crimes are likely to occur (and allocate resources accordingly), and they have begun testing body cameras on their officers. While some have touted body cameras as a panacea for preventing excessive use of force, Magnus thinks the issue is more complicated.

“First of all,” says Magnus, “cameras don’t show everything.” No matter how they’re worn by an officer, they don’t give a complete picture of what an officer may be seeing or perceiving in any given situation. And yet the public may believe the video will show the whole truth. Second, the whole truth is sometimes hard to look at. “Using force never looks good, even when it’s completely appropriate and within policy,” Magnus says. “It’s very tough to see somebody on the receiving end of a police baton, even if that is the right tool under the right circumstances to use.” Still, the public wants to see some of the results; they want criminals arrested, and they don’t want police officers put in unnecessary danger. “This means one of the challenges we’re going to face as police agencies is really helping to educate the public about the use of force. When is it appropriate, in what measure, under what circumstances? How do we do it? How are those decisions made?” And that conversation is only just beginning.

Finally, Magnus sees a real danger to the whole idea of community policing once body cameras get introduced. He believes that officers should not be required to have cameras on at all times, “because I want the public to be able to have positive, proactive conversations with officers that they don’t feel are being recorded.” What community policing has so successfully achieved in Richmond may be undermined if lawful residents suddenly feel they are under surveillance.

That said, the Richmond department has begun testing the technology, in part in an effort to learn how cameras might support its broader goals.

Last fall, the Department of Justice asked Chief Magnus to be on a panel of experts looking at protocols, procedures, training and supervision in St. Louis County. His takeaway: “it is critically important we redouble our effort to reconnect police and community at every possible level. None of this is easy. But if we’re operating from a position of goodwill, with the goal of building trust, there’s really a lot we can accomplish by working together.”

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It’s now close to 7 a.m. Todd just said, it’s April Fool’s Day. For a fact, I’m a fool.

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Todd says he is driving into Key West just after 9 a.m. today. I expect I will go with him, to see Kari and whatever else the angels dream up for today. I’ll call Kari and let her know my ETA.

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humanity is going to hell, or already is there – Key West observation outpost

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Mother Nature lover/activist amigo Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiatry, replied to yesterday’s ground zero Easter Egg hunt at Key West’s Higgs Beach, and other electrifying transcendental global warming and rising seas experiences post at goodmorningkeywest.com:

SLOAN: closing down a public facility–paid for by my taxes is an illegal perverse obscenity
and of course ILLEGAL –I am furious and I wasn’t even there.!!

The Indiana Law discriminating against individual sexual proclivities is beyond beyond horrific–
associated in my mind with the shutdown of PUBLIC facilities —although not directly related…
The “letter to the editor” in today’s paper against loud illegal motorcycle pipes is a long overdue commentary..
The Citizens article on the editorial page is exactly correct–a good one.

With a presidential candidate like Ted Cruz —-this country —has sunk to a low I have never experienced in my years.!!

[ Comment;: who will now arise to harness our knowledge to wisdom, our science -(factual ) -to conscience.
our power to humane purposes , our jealous, insane sovereignties, usually faith based, to federated global peace. ?
Who will call a halt to hatred , and organize a coalition for our shattered murderous suicidal world ????]

this last from my book –not yet copyrighted –my permission to use it —if you so desire. __CHEERS -SLOAN——Jerry

I replied today:

Morning, Jerry –

Nice, from your book.

What happened at Higgs Beach Saturday evening, it was, I learned yesterday, a Bob Marley concert, was just another example of what looks like mass psychosis to me. I’m sure Bob Marley was thrilled a concert was held in his name, and the public bathrooms were held hostage, so people who needed to use the toilet, like an expecting mother, a mother with a young child, a handicapped man, a elderly citizen, either paid the entrance fee for the concert, so they could get relief, or they tried to get into Salute’s bathrooms, which have one toilet each, at least, in the men’s bathroom. If they sang Bob Marley’s “One Love” at the concert, I bet he puked from heaven. Everything’s not alright.

“One Love / People Get Ready”

One Love! One Heart!
Let’s get together and feel all right.
Hear the children cryin’ (One Love!);
Hear the children cryin’ (One Heart!),
Sayin': give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right;
Sayin': let’s get together and feel all right. Wo wo-wo wo-wo!

Let them all pass all their dirty remarks (One Love!);
There is one question I’d really love to ask (One Heart!):
Is there a place for the hopeless sinner,
Who has hurt all mankind just to save his own beliefs?

One Love! What about the one heart? One Heart!
What about – ? Let’s get together and feel all right
As it was in the beginning (One Love!);
So shall it be in the end (One Heart!),
All right!
Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right;
Let’s get together and feel all right.
One more thing!

Let’s get together to fight this Holy Armagiddyon (One Love!),
So when the Man comes there will be no, no doom (One Song!).
Have pity on those whose chances grows t’inner;
There ain’t no hiding place from the Father of Creation.

Sayin': One Love! What about the One Heart? (One Heart!)
What about the – ? Let’s get together and feel all right.
I’m pleadin’ to mankind! (One Love!);
Oh, Lord! (One Heart) Wo-ooh!

Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right;
Let’s get together and feel all right.
Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right;
Let’s get together and feel all right.

One Human Family poppycock Key West Chamber of Commerce propaganda.

I suppose I’m just an old grouch, Jerry, but I just don’t see any hope for the future of this planet, nor for the self-proclaimed dominant species living on it. Alex Symington’s “Ground Zero” article at Key West the Newspaper [http://thebluepaper.com/ground-zero/], about climate change, scientists fudging statistics for their corporate and government masters, scientists like you trying to get everyone else’s attention … Here are my two contributions to that “debate”, which looks to me is all over but the shouting. The first was in yesterday’s post, to which you replied:

Sloan Bashinsky says:
March 28, 2015 at 9:55 pm
Hard to imagine any real progress being made, if it affects corporate profits and/or funding for scientific research provided by big business, big military, big government …
I wonder two things about climate change (global warming):
First, how much is due to human beings, and how much is due to the planet perhaps going though a natural warming cycle?
Second, regardless of what is the cause of global warming, does anyone in this discussion actually think humanity will, or can, do anything about it?
I don’t see anyone I know, for example, giving up his/her car or truck, for a bicycle. I don’t see any cigarette smoker I know giving that up. I don’t see oil companies changing their spots. Nor chemical companies. Nor agribusinesses. Nor armies, navies or air forces.
I always thought, if seas rise, the thing to do would be to move to higher ground, instead of trying to fight the rising water. Yet here in the Florida Keys, the view is to stay and build higher, raise the roads, etc.
Then there is my age factor. I’m 72. I just can’t get excited about one-half of Key West, for example, being under water in 50 years. I see plenty of things in Key West crying for immediate attention, and not getting it. Such as, 6000 affordable rental units are needed.
I imagine Mother Nature would be delighted for climate change to defoliate the human population on this planet. Perhaps she’s in on the global warming. Perhaps she’s defending herself from human beings in a sneaky way.
Perhaps ETs like global warming. Perhaps they are helping it along, because they want this planet for themselves after it is warmer and more suitable for them than its current temperatures.
Perhaps human beings are slated for extermination by powers that be, which oversee such operations, and global warming is part of the human exit strategy.
I imagine only the discovery of a cheap new form of energy, perhaps cold fusion, perhaps conversion of dark matter, readily available to all (fat chance), will lead to human beings not mining this planet for energy, and not filling the atmosphere with chemicals.
Another solution is a lot less human beings. Oh, I already said that :-).

Sloan Bashinsky says:
March 30, 2015 at 3:16 am
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It really don’t matter how this is spun, it’s gonna take non-human solution(s) to straighten out the mess Earthlings have made of things among themselves and of this planet.

I usually have all I can say grace over, Jerry, just dealing with what is dead up close and personal in front of me.

Unless something unexpected happens, later this morning I will try to rent a car, if one is available, to move my relatively few belongings to my friend Todd German’s home on Cudjoe Key, where I stored some belongings when I moved from Little Torch Key to Key West in late August 2013. Todd said, if I can’t get a car at a reasonable rent, we can use his pickup truck this afternoon.

Todd has offered me a room in his home, for a while. He offered me refuge months ago, when it seemed I was about to go homeless, because I no longer could pay the rent where I was then living, and now have to vacate because I called the police on a Latvian man who had attacked this home and his wife.

Imagine my surprise to then be told by my landlady that I had to move, and she said yesterday that I made it all up. The Latvian man did not attack this house or his wife. He was doing yard work with a hoe, and he tripped and fell, and the hoe went through their bedroom window. It was just an accident. Glass was all the way to the other side of their bedroom, and shards from some kind of pottery, and her ankle was bleeding, and she was terrified, I was in the bedroom by then – the look in her eyes and on her face, like I said – terror.

He had been screaming at her. He had come in drunk early that morning and had scared the hell out of our landlady. She had screamed at him for half an hour. The common refrigerator now is filled with beer, the Latvians’ beer.

I’m glad I’m leaving. Only a certified lunatic would stay there, after going through that, and I only told about 10 percent of it here.

The silver lining of living on remote Cudjoe Key will be I won’t be attending city commission meetings, as it will be far too problematic to use the schedule-unpredictable night time city shuttle bus which runs up to Marathon and back. I have come to dread city commission meetings. I am thinking the angels really flubbed, because I can’t imagine they wanted me escaping having to attend city commission meetings.

This morning, over breakfast at Burger King, my lady love Kari said she never wanted to see me again, to never call her again. We’ll see if she never calls me again. Combination of factors, booze leading the way, and my being moved up to Cudjoe Key, which will crimp big time my spending time with her in Key West. Perhaps that’s why I am going up there, to put distance between us.

Hell, the angels gave her to me to engage and fall into love with. My dreams were steady and clear about that. And that’s what happened. I figured all along how it would go, unless the angels worked a major miracle. Maybe they still have one in mind, and maybe they don’t. It’s their way to put me into mission impossible situations, to see what I’m made of, to refine me. I learned I still can fall in love; I learned my plumbing still works. I saw once again that angels don’t think anything like human beings.

There is a fun article in today’s citizen about a homeless woman who did No. 2 in Cowboy Bill’s, after being asked to leave. I’ll reproduce that article in today’s post at goodmorningkeywest.com. It kinda reminds me of closing the public bathrooms at the Bob Marley concert. I crapped in bushes many times, when I live on the street in Key West, after the urge came and it was still dark and no public bathrooms were open.

Ciao,

Sloan

Citizen Staff

A 39-year-old Key West woman landed in jail after she took matters into her own hands when a Duval Street bar refused her the use of its toilet, police said.
Kara Beth Cohen, who police said is homeless, defecated on the floor of Cowboy Bill’s Honky Tonk Saloon, 610 1/2 Duval St. earlier this week, according to a police incident report.
On Friday, Cohen remained at the Stock Island jail on $1,000 bond. She faces charges of trespassing and disorderly conduct. In Florida, the disorderly conduct law is defined as brawling or fighting in public or an act committed “to outrage the sense of public decency.”
Police arrived at the Duval Street bar at about 8:40 p.m. Wednesday night, where an employee told them he had asked Cohen and her boyfriend to leave because they were not allowed on the property due to a prior incident involving the boyfriend, the report stated. Cohen asked to use the restroom and was refused, police reported, so she proceeded to sit down and defecate on the floor.
When the employee told her he was calling the police, he said Cohen began walking away, only to sit down onthe step closest to the seating area to begin defecating again, according to police.
Police found Cohen nearby at a restaurant, where she was inside the restroom, Officer David Paul Fraga said. Cohen said she was pregnant and needed to use the bathroom, Fraga reported. She added that she hadtaken a laxative earlier in the day and that it was not her fault she defecated on the floor because she “had to go bad,” police said. “It’s important to note that Cohen was not obviously pregnant,” Fraga wrote in his report, and classified the incident as a trespassing violation.
One of Cowboy Bill’s owners said he was called to the scene and saw Cohen defecating on the steps of the deck, police reported. The owner told police he had staff members escort Cohen and her boyfriend out of the bar. Cohen was wearing a jean skirt, purple shirt and sandals at the time, police reported.

Wonder how this will go, if it turns out Cohen is pregnant? Either way, I bet the Sheriff is thrilled to have another homeless person living for free in his jail.

Correction to the Keys Overnight Homeless Shelter (KOTS) part of yesterday’s ground zero Easter Egg hunt at Key West’s Higgs Beach, and other electrifying transcendental global warming and rising seas experiences post at goodmorningkeywest.com.

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Me amigo Mike Tolbert, who is a night monitor at KOTS, called me to say I’d been suckered by Karen Jo: she was not banned from KOTS by a fellow named Richard, who now was running KOTS, because she would not fuck him anymore. Mike said there is no Richard on the KOTS staff, and Karen Jo has not been banned.

Mike lit into me again about my publishing again what Kari had told me about Randi Cohen Brown, Executive Director of Southern Assistance Homeless League (SHAL), giving a monitor an order to open and shred uncollected homeless people’s mail. Kari had told me she had seen and heard Brown give the order, and then she had seen the mail being open and shredded, after any money in the mail was removed and set aside. Mike said he had checked, there was no record of a post office investigation.

I told Kari what Mike had said. She said she had talked with a post office official in Tallahassee, when she filed her complaint, and he had told her there would be an investigation. Later, she had talked with him again, and he had said the investigation had been done. She said again, she had personally seen and heard Brown give the order, and she had personally seen the shredding.

I went to where Karen Jo hung out at Higgs Beach Park, next to the dog park, and found a number of homeless people there. But no Karen Jo. They said she’d had a seizure that morning, and they had called 9/11 and an ambulance had come to take her to the hospital on Stock Island. She has had seizures in the past, they said.

I saw a black woman there, whom I’d heard talk the day before with Karen Jo about the man at KOTS, whom Karen Jo, who is white, had said had banned her. I introduced myself to the black woman. She said her name was Kimberly Thomas. I asked her for the name of the KOTS employee Karen Jo had told me about? Robert, Kimberly said.

I told Kimberly what I’d just heard from Mike Tolbert about Karen Jo. Kimerbly said she knew Mike, liked him. Kimberly said Karen Jo had lied to me about being kicked out of KOTS, and why it happened. Kimberly said Karen Jo and Robert had been an item in the past, but Robert had married. Yet sometimes Karen Jo stayed in Robert and his wife’s home, and Robert was trying to get Karen Jo to get help.

Kimberly said she had lived at KOTS for 5 years, 2006-2011, and she had stayed there again, briefly, about 6 months ago. She said it was run better, and it was cleaner, when Florida Keys Outreach Coalition (FKOC) ran KOTS for the City of Key West. It went down some after SHAL took over running KOTS for the city.

Kimberly said there were lots of problems at KOTS, no matter who ran it. Dirty. Disgusting situations in the women’s bathrooms/showers. Homeless people misbehaving, monitors misbehaving.

I called Mike back, and told him all of that. He said Robert had only just come to work there and he had no say over banning people from KOTS.

Mike said, after Randi Cohen Brown became SHAL’s Executive Director, she started cleaning house. All the old KOTS employees were gone. It is running a lot better now.

Mike invited me to stay at KOTS, see for myself what is it like. I said I was afraid of what I might catch, if I stayed there. I said I’d told the city commission recently that the county health department should do random inspections of KOTs. Mike said he agreed. I said, then why don’t he and Randi go to city commission meetings and tell that to the mayor and city commissioners? Mike said that wasn’t going to happen.

I told Mike again what Kari had again told me about homeless people’s mail being shredded. Mike said KOTS only got a shredder about a month ago. He’s been working there maybe 6 months. I told Mike yet again that had invited Randi Cohen Brown to write to me, telling her side of it, and I would publish that verbatim, and I had not heard from Randi.

I told Kari what Mike had told me. She said there was a small shredder when she stayed at KOTS and did volunteer work there maybe a year ago, about six months before Mike went to work there. The shredder fit over a wastepaper container. She saw it. She saw it being used to shred homeless people’s mail.

Not once have the angels corrected me about that. If they thought Kari had made it up, they would have seen to it that I knew she had made it up. They saw to it that I learned Karen Jo had made up what she had told me about her being banned from KOTS.

After I talked with Mike, mi amigo Brenda up in north Georgia called me. I told her what all I was deakubg with, and about Mike’s invitation for me to stay at KOTS. I said my life is rough enough right now, but staying at KOTS would be like going to hell. Brenda said, for sure. She had stayed there for three months herself. It was hell.

Maybe KOTS is better now.

I hope so. I was banned from KOTS in early 2005, because I told the night monitor that the monitors the night before had talked loudly throughout the night before, and had kept me, at least, awake.

Upon being told I was banned, I pulled out my cell phone and called Charles Davis, who ran KOTS for FKOC, I told Charles what was going on – all right in front of the night monitor. I handed my cell phone to the night monitor and told him to talk with his boss about it.

I listened to the night monitor fight with Charles for about five minutes, before throwing in the towel and rescinding the ban.

I talked to Charles again. He got onto me for not calling him about the two monitors the night before. I said, well, I knew this monitor, because he, Charles, had introduce me to this monitor. So I figured I was okay telling this monitor what had happened the night before.

I’d had much the same thing happen in 2003, when I was in FKOC’s program. A client’s room was stinking. I told the house monitor. All hell broke loose. Even other clients were having at me. I moved out, went back to living on the street.

Last night, Kari and I were joined by two homeless men on the bench in front of Winn-Dixie. I had met one of the men before. Young, about 25, he said he had stayed at KOTS one night, to get his local identification. Then, he had lived outside. He has been hitchhiking the US.

He was quite interesting. He was not an addict. He knew about a lot of things. He is a welder. Got laid off by the US Government, when he was on Honolulu. Went to traveling.

He said he had applied to work at K-Mart and was hired, pending background check and drug screen, both of which, he said, will come back clean. He asked if the city had ever thought of having a litter patrol? I asked if he wanted to do that for the city, for pay? He said, yes, the city really needs a litter patrol. I said I agreed.

I said, back in 2007, when I ran for mayor, I promoted the city hiring homeless people as litter cops. Dress them up like pirates, with fake swords, daggers and pistols. They go around town uttering pirate oaths at litterbugs, telling them to pick up their litter, or get to walk the plank, fed to sharks. And, if the litterbugs didn’t pick up their litter, the pirate littler cops pull out a citation pad and give the litterbug a real ticket. Great PR, and gives homeless people jobs.

Word of that got out. I was interviewed by a nationally-syndicated radio station, live, in New York City. Other radio stations heard about it and interviewed me, including a Honolulu station. But it went nowhere in Key West. So good luck, was what I was telling the young man. But, if he wanted to give it a try, go see City Manager Jim Scholl and tell him Sloan sent you to see him. Then, go to a city commission meeting, maybe, and during closing citizen comments pitch a littler patrol to the mayor and city commissioners. Good luck.

The four of us got to talking about homeless people smuggling booze into KOTS at night. I said Mike Tolbert had told me earlier in the day that they were turning away people who had containers of booze in their backpacks, spoiling their party.

Kari said homeless people can skate through that by putting vodka in water bottles and putting the water bottles in their pockets – can’t search their pockets. I said I’d tell Mike to tell KOTS bosses to start searching homeless people for water bottles, dry up their taking booze, other than in their stomachs, into KOTS at night.

If KOTS banned homeless people who had booze in their bellies, very few homeless people would stay at KOTS at night. If the City of Key West banned tourists and locals who had booze in their bellies, Key West would be dang near a ghost town.

Booze is a narcotic, it rivals heroin and lots of other fun chemicals people use to escape themselves and their lives and this world. Try to get an alcoholic to admit booze is a narcotic and he/she is a drug addict. Good luck.

Ciao,

sloanbashinsky@outlook.com

Sloan

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The day before yesterday, I saw a Monroe County Sheriff cruiser drive up and park next to the dog park at Higgs Beach. A female deputy got out of the cruiser and began talking to the numerous homeless people hanging out there. Some were sitting in chairs they had brought to the park, others were lying or sitting on towels or blankets. Some were sleeping. They were not causing any commotion that I saw, or heard. I stayed away.

But yesterday afternoon, being in the vicinity, I stopped and talked with the homeless people. Here’s what I was told.

The female deputy told them all to leave, they could not stay in the park, they were camping. And, they were affecting the tourists. The deputy wrote them all up, gave one homeless woman a verbal trespass warning. That woman goes by Karen Jo, as I recall her saying.

One man said he told the deputy he didn’t have to answer any of her questions, nor did he have to leave. He wasn’t breaking any law. He was on public property. He has as much right to be there as anyone else. He gave her a course in constitutional law. The deputy seemed flustered, got into her cruiser, and left.

Karen Jo said she used to stay at KOTS at night, the city’s homeless shelter on Stock Island, but she was banned from there by the new manager, named Richard, because she wouldn’t fuck him any more. She had been having sex with him for some time, she said, and when she told him she didn’t want to do it any more, he banned her from KOTS, for life.

Interestingly, yesterday morning, I was up the way with Kari Dangler, who also was banned from KOTS for life, but by Randi Cohen Brown, Executive Director of Southern Assistance Homeless League (SHAL), which has a contract with the city to run KOTS. Kari says she was banned, because she had reported to the Post Master General that Randi had given a KOTS monitor named Debbie orders to open all uncollected homeless people’s mail, and empty the contents and shred it, but Kari had seen money not being shredded, but set aside.

While we sat outside Big John’s pizza, in the K-MART shopping center yesterday morning, Kari pointed to a woman walking our way, and said the woman was Randi Cohen Brown. Brown walked right past us, without saying anything. About 30 minutes later, Kari and I were sitting in the Winn-Dixie cafe, and Brown came in and walked right by us, without saying anything. Something must have been in the wind :-).

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Kari and moi, at Higgs Beach

So, back to Higgs Beach yesterday afternoon.

Higgs Beach from ocean

After leaving the dog park and the homeless people, wondering how that female deputy might have tried to save the tourists from that terrible homeless man, Jesus, if he and his throngs had been in the park that day, I went over the the far end of Higgs Beach, where Kari and I had agreed to meet.

Higgs Beach small pier

We had a nice time watching two wild mama hens fluff up their feathers for their baby chicks to hide under, and we had fun sharing a blue berry muffin with the baby chicks.

By and by, Kari said she needed to use the toilet, so she walked up past Salute Restaurant to the public bathrooms.

Higgs bathrooms

On returning, Kari said the party being readied on the beach had fenced off the bathrooms, and no one on the beach, who had not paid to be in the party, was being allowed into the bathrooms. So, she had gone into Salute to use its bathroom. She had to do No. 2, bad, so it probably would not have worked out well for her to have, say, messed in her pants, or squatted on the beach and done her business.

I said, hmmm, I think I need to check that out myself. So, up to the party scene I went. Yep, it was fenced off at Salute, a long line of people waiting to pay and get into the forming party. So, I walked around Salute and came to the parking area, and found fencing there, too. I walked through a hole in the fence, as a civilian security guard said I could not do that. I said the bathrooms are public, I need to pee, I’m going to pee.

Right before I reached the bathrooms, a female deputy got in my way – a different deputy from the day before at the dog park. I told her I needed to pee, and was going to use the public bathroom. She said I could not do that. I said I most certainly could, it was a public bathroom, and it could not be closed off by a private party. I said, there were people on the beach, who were not going to the party, who had every right to use the public bathroom.

The deputy disagreed. I saw a male deputy, said I would discuss it with him. The female deputy followed me. Same outcome. I said, this is nuts. You can’t close a public bathroom because of a private party on a public beach. The deputies said they could. I said, well, I bet Heather, Sylvia, David, George and Danny will find that interesting. That was the first names of the five county commissioners. I said, I bet they, the deputies, had not imagined I knew the commissioners’ names.

The female deputy invited me to take it up with the five, especially Heather, in whose voting district Higgs Beach lies. I said indeed I will do that, and I am a journalist, and I will be writing about it on the morrow. Have at it, the deputies and. And, I’m a lawyer, I said, and I know what they are doing is illegal.

Now it’s getting interesting. The deputies are losing their patience. And I’m talking loud and am not budging. I’m not obeying their commands that I leave the premises. The lady deputy says, if I had not made an argument of it, she would have told me to use the bathroom. I say, if she had done that, there might not have been an argument, and I was going to use the bathroom now.

She said it’s a Rotary event, that’s why the park is closed to the public, who do not pay to enter. I said I’d like to see the Rotary’s permit to close the park. She said the Rotary representative was over there, she pointed him out. I said, fine, I want to talk with him, but first I’m going to pee, which I did.

So, now the Rotary rep is there with me and the the deputies. He says this is a Rotary event, as if that means Godalmighty is holding it. I say, so what? He can’t close the public bathrooms to all but people who pay to be at the Rotary party. He says he has a permit from the city to close the park and the bathrooms. I say he does not, because it’s a county park, and the city could not give him that permit. He says he also has a permit from the county. I say, let me see it. He says he has it in his vehicle, he will go get it. I say, good, I want to see it.

He comes back with a letter on county government letterhead, signed by a woman named Collins, as I recall, giving the Rotary permission to use Higgs Beach for the party. The Rotary man says the letter gives them “full access” to use the beach, and permission to close the public bathrooms to all but people who pay to get into the party. I say, the letter does not mention the bathrooms, or full access. He says county people gave him permission. They told him he could do it. I say, he and the Rotary are breaking the law.

The deputies have had all they can stand. I’m still having at it. I ask them, what? They are going to arrest me? They are going to take me to jail? They are going to pull their guns and shoot me? I say they are breaking the law, maybe I should make a citizen’s arrest.

I look at their names on their uniforms. I find a piece of payer in my wallet, to write down their names. The lady deputy says to write down their names. I say I need a place to put the paper, so I can write on it. I walk over to a pickup truck and place the paper on the hood so I can write down their names. The lady deputy says, now I’m defacing something else. I tell her, she needs to go back to school and learn what defacing is.

She walks me out to the road, which now is fenced off from the parking area. She asks how I got in? I say I walked in, there was an opening in the fence. I leave, head back to where Kari is, tell her what happened.

There are people on the beach, not going to the party. If they have to pee or poop, what do they do? Where do they do it? On the beach?

Kari and I leave, headed over toward the dog park. I tell the homeless people that the bathrooms are closed for the Rotary party, which the homeless people need to know, to be able to make other arrangements and not be caught in an emergency. I know exactly where they will relieve themselves. On the far city side of the park, past the tower that has a beacon that guides airplanes into the airport.

I called Sylvia Murphy, the Key Largo county commissioner, who is a good friend, and whose phone number I have in my cell phone directory. But I get her voicemail. Sylvia returned my call later, and I did not hear the ring. She left a voicemail. I returned her call, and got her voicemail. So, we did not talk.

It wasnt’ just the people on the Salute part of Higgs Beach, who might have needed to use those public bathrooms. There is another part of Higgs Beach, toward White Street Pier. There were the people on the pier. There were the people at Rest Beach, on the other side of White Street pier. There were the people in the dog park, with their dogs. There were the people at Indigenous Park, across White Street from the dog park. The nearest other public bathrooms were over a mile away, at Smathers Beach. There were lots of people in the area, who were not paying to get into the Rotary party. Closing the public bathrooms was the dumbest thing I had seen in a long time.

I can’t find the piece of paper, on which I defaced the pick up truck and wrote down the deputies’ names. Probably best; it wasn’t their bright idea to close the public bathrooms. They were just following orders to deface Higgs Beach with human waste.

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That fun aside, amigo Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiatry, replied to yesterday’s memories, dreams and reflections – Key West and beyond post at goodmorningkeywest.com:

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Sloan: I missed that picture bursting into the restaurant topless
good for Mark Howell and Tom Tuell –and your great girlfriend –Aphrodite.
Mark is really missed and Solares Hill —hubris filled republicans cannot stand
truth and logic –let alone rationality…. I hope you save that poem—some parts transcendent !!
You may vibrate to this –you probably heard it —-“Roman stoic philosopher Seneca the Younger (commented ):
that religion is regarded by the common people as true , by the wise as false, and the rulers as useful,,”

How right to the point —the Romans were no dummies..
About the commercial fishing —-HORRIFIC —the chamber of commerce –how can we classify those nitwits–always on the wrong side of reality.. REGARDS–Jerry

I replied:

Hi, Jerry – I showed Kari what you wrote to me yesterday, and said how wonderful it is that a seasoned psychiatrist unabashedly speaks his mind in public places; not what you expect from that profession :-). Kari agreed.

I kept Aphrodite’s photo for years, had a copy stuck on an oriental screen in my trailer; perhaps I put it somewhere safe when I packed to move back to Key West. Would take me some digging to try to find it, wherever it might be. It was said to be the most sought after photo in Key West for a while following her crashing the Call to Candidates, right in the middle of political newcomer Craig Cates’ first political speech ever.

That poem,
Oh, that poem
many times afterward
wished I
it had never come –
like a millstone round my neck,
a jealous mistress,
no greater wrath has there
than a woman scorned,
I surrendered
knowing
there was no other way –
Aieee!!!
She was three …

I am a man.

I said,
I am a man!

What means it,
being a man?

A man is a warrior:
he lives by a code of honor,
his word is reliable,
his actions confirm his words,
his commitment is holiness,
his enemies are welcome at his hearth,
he fears but moves forward,
he cries and gets up again,
he hates but forgives,
he loves and let’s go,
he doubts but trusts God,
he’s a good friend,
he seeks resolutions,
he demands nothing,
he risks everything,
he regrets his mistakes,
he seeks to make amends,
he puts others’ welfare first,
he accepts apologies truly made,
he expects nothing back,
he lives ready to die,
he laughs when he “should” scream,
he screams when he “should” laugh,
he sings just because,
he shrugs off insults,
he learns from misfortune,
he cusses God for making him,
he wishes he was done,
he loves children and animals,
he relishes a woman’s scent,
he smiles when he’s content,
he knows God’s his master,
he walks in rainbows,
his garden is the world,
his way is nature,
he loves fishing,
his wife is his soul,
his food is life,
his pay is whatever he receives.
Yep, he’s crazy.

A calling to serve carries its own wisdom,
which legitimates both the calling and the serving
so that the two are one:
Only the one called to serve
can know this wisdom,
and for some who are called
the knowing comes easily,
while for others the knowing is a fiery baptism.
Each calling is different,
and while some callings can be declined,
others cannot,
and those whose calling is without repentance
know they are in it for the duration of the calling,
and while others may try to persuade them out of it,
the calling for ones such as these always prevails;
thus is it advised to all called for keeps
that they view their calling as a blessing
even when it seems at times to be a curse,
and that they try to reconcile the loss of their captain status
and allow the Spirit of God to man the helm of their ship
and be glad and willing crew members thereon,
knowing that all sailing ships of souls
need a crew as well as a captain
to maintain and navigate the ship through
seas of many tones, depths and flavors;
so consider each league sailed
as part of the overall journey
going to where the captain deigns to go
by using whatever winds and sea currents available
to navigate the ship to the experiences
this ship and crew need to have
in order to fulfill their calling and its wisdom
revealed by the journey of many leagues,
many known only to the ship and its crew,
all of whom come to know,
some sooner than others,
that once conscripted
there is no safe jumping ship.

Jerry wrote:

Hi Sloan; Kari sounds just great—thank her for me—;
Psychiatry encourages free speech–that is
what I understood and always will.——Kind regards !! Jerry
(If you can find the picture fine but don’t knock yourself out –you have a full plate)

Here, again, is the first of the three millstone around my neck poems:

I know what it is to love fully,
have my heart broken by death
and by loved ones’ rejections,
Over and over again,
So I can love even more.

I know what it is to be engulfed in pain,
Awash in evil,
Terrified, enraged, despaired,
Believing God has again forsaken me,
Then be given the truth
that again makes me free.

I know what it is to doubt,
Be lost and wandering
time and time again,
Then be rescued yet again
and my faith grows deeper.

I know what it is to blindly trust,
Then be destroyed by betrayal
time and time again,
Until I trust only God.

I know what it is to have much
and be completely of this world,
Then have it all taken away
and be in the world but not of it.

I know what it is to fail in this world,
And fail and fail and fail:
The world’s greatest failure,
I can serve only God.

I know what it is to give
and give and give and give;
I cannot stop giving
because giving is receiving.

I know what it is to explain God
time after time after time again.
Something demands I keep explaining:
Maybe someone will listen,
Maybe me.

Also yesterday, some frolic under Alexy Symington’s article in the most recent Friday edition of Key West the Newspaper (thebluepaper.com). I had the frolic. When Kari read my comment this morning, at Burger King, she said she was trying really hard not to laugh.

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by Alexander Symington…

I went to the movies the other night and saw a preview for a documentary called, “Merchants of Doubt”. I was curious about it, so I did a little interweb sleuthing and discovered that the documentary exposes professional science deniers as a group; well funded by special interests that have found a niche career casting doubt on overwhelming scientific evidence that is deemed a threat to the corporate status quo. This particular hatchet job is currently being focused on climate change science, but the same gang used the same tactics to create doubt and muddy the waters in debate over evolutionary biology, ozone depletion and the dangers of asbestos and tobacco, thus stalling changes in laws and safety regulations that are beneficial to the citizens, but might damage the particular culprit’s bottom line.

The subjects of climate change, global warming and sea level rise are of great importance to me as a resident of South Florida, the canary-in-the-coal-mine state. As the governor of Florida recently decreed from on high, although muffled by his head being in the sand (or was it some other dark place?), “We shan’t use the unpleasant phrase “Climate Change” any longer and sea level rise shall henceforth be referred to as “nuisance flooding”… Really?! I would say that half of our state slipping under the sea is a little more than a nuisance. We’re not talking thousands of years from now before we are feeling it, either. The rising sea level has already begun to affect the fresh water aquifer with salt intrusion and even before we are under salt water all together we will be without fresh water. No golf courses for the snow birds. No car washes. No lush tropical landscapes. No ice for those Mojitos. No life that is dependent upon fresh, sweet water, i.e. No human life. So, the governor of ground zero says “just say no to climate change”? This is the best game plan to counter the rising seas he can come up with? If he was Emperor he would be buck naked.

Poor Rick Scott…His absurd denial is driven by his myopic hyper-capitalist vision of the world. Instead of buckling down and working with these scientists to figure out a battle plan to counter global warming, he has doubled down with his unimaginative and childish position of ignoring reality and maintaining business as usual. He is putting on a good front for investors and developers that are still coming to Florida to do their thing. If the cold hard truth was discussed and the governor concurred with that cold truth would the money still be coming in? That is Rick Scott’s singular concern. To hell with the future!

As the movie points out, unfortunately, the onus is on the 97% of actual scientists to make the case that climate change is a very real event and human behavior is the cause. The Guardian reports, “As one scientist points out in the film, they have to prove their case while their opponents only have to sow the seeds of doubt. Nowhere is that more keenly felt than in climate change, with a massive disconnect between public acceptance and the political will to act.”

“Merchants of Doubt” is a film adaptation of the 2010 book of the same name by professor of scientific history at Harvard, Naomi Oreskes. Professor Oreskes is understandably taken aback by Governor Scott’s Orwellian decree, “So breathtaking that you don’t really know how to respond to it.”

Professor Oreskes clarifies her fears of inaction by suggesting “that the threat of climate change is so extreme, and time to curb its accelerating effects so short, that the scientific community should abandon its conservative, 95% confidence standard – which, she argues, is an unfair burden of proof that has no actual basis in nature.” Her point being, “there is no debate, and by entering the semantics of a debate, you’ve already lost.”

The gravy-train-free-ride-no-tomorrow is over. Our appetite for destruction has reached critical mass and denial is not a solution. I don’t think people like Rick Scott can be bothered to look past their noses and beyond the next quarter. While Rick is worried about investors in the short term, NOAA informs us that “In 2010, 123.3 million people, or 39 percent of the nation’s population lived in counties directly on the shoreline. This population is expected to increase by 8% from 2010 to 2020.” It’s simply a matter of taking your medicine now or undergoing major surgery later.

Our “leaders” are going to act surprised when Miami and NYC are no longer viable centers of commerce and constantly under water at high tide. Gee, talk about financial losses! Or are they so incredibly short sighted and focused on that next quarterly profit report they don’t care? Do these soulless, mindless empty suits even give a damn about their own grand children? It boggles the mind and I echo Professor Oreskes statement on the insane denial of climate change, “So breathtaking that you don’t really know how to respond.”

Alex Symington

http://www.theguardian.com/environment/2015/mar/15/climate-change-denial-florida–global-warming-naomi-oreskes-interview

http://www.theguardian.com/environment/2013/may/16/climate-research-nearly-unanimous-humans-causes

http://www.newrepublic.com/article/121341/florida-gov-rick-scotts-ban-climate-change-hasnt-halted-action

http://www.dailykos.com/story/2015/03/19/1372031/-The-phenomenon-that-can-not-be-spoken-in-Florida-continues-as-salt-water-intrusion-moves-inland

http://oceanservice.noaa.gov/facts/population.html

http://www.rawstory.com/rs/2015/03/neil-degrasse-tyson-slams-florida-ban-on-phrase-climate-change-i-thought-we-were-better-than-this/

  • By: Alex SymingtonActively engaged human being distressed by the current global paradigm of destruction of the planet for short term profit by the global corporatocracy and the bovine reaction of the people most affected. I write essays and poetry in order to sleep at night.

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  1. Alex, your article took my breath away. Wonderful layout of the issues. Fla gov’s take on “climate” change reminds me of “Alice’s” conversation with “Humpty Dumpty”:
    ‘When I use a word,’ Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, ‘it means just what I choose it to mean — neither more nor less.’

    ‘The question is,’ said Alice, ‘whether you can make words mean so many different things.’

    ‘The question is,’ said Humpty Dumpty, ‘which is to be master — that’s all.’

    Your article, Alex, goes a long way toward stripping the clothes off Florida’s Presumed Emperor’s jabberwocky, thanks.

  2. The “nuisance flooding” phrase is so outrageous I had to look it up. It’s there! I think, though, that Scott did not himself say it: rather, state officials are forced to use it because of Scott’s ban on climate change, sea level rise, global warming. So it comes to the same thing. Scott may not have said it, but forces the people who work for him to do so.

  3. Alex,

    Your intelligence, tenacity and passion are qualities that I admire and respect. Your sincerity and authenticity provide examples of conduct, which are molding our world and cosmos into a better place.

    Please allow me to share the following with you.

    GeoEngineering Watch: “When prominent “scientists” from governments and universities are caught lying again and again about issues as dire as climate change, is it any wonder there are a great many people that have lost all trust in the so called “experts”? Is it any wonder why many people are now skeptical of any information that is put out by such questionable sources? In addition to the often false and misleading information being dispensed from many “scientists”, there seems to be a level of arrogance, self worship, and mutual admiration that is at times shocking”.

    Four prominent British scientists were caught, as they attempted to perpetrate a scientific fraud in support of global warming and man-made climate change. Their scientific misconduct discredited the research and findings supporting their theories. Their claims were invalidated.

    Dr. Eric Karlstrom, Professor Emeritus of Geography at California State University said: “Global warming is a phony science that was concocted to justify implementation of an international political agenda. This pseudo-science is the centerpiece of a phony environmental political agenda…”.

    As you know, there are a plethora of credentialed Doctors and Scientists who are not in agreement with your theory. I guess we could get into a duel of battling experts, however, that would undermine your position.

    Science has been politicized. Unfortunately, we’ve arrived at a point where funded ideologies determine “what is truth”.

    Gov. Rick Scott is my friend. After a previous governor and attorney general were willing to go along with the execution of a man they knew to be innocent, Gov. Scott stepped in and put a stop to this attempted murder.

    As this injustice was being worked, he appointed a new Secretary of Prisons who allowed this innocent inmate to speak with the woman who had raised him by phone, uninterrupted, from the warden’s office, the night before this woman died.

    Alex, you are a brilliant and compassionate man. I wish I had more of your traits and characteristics. I am drawn to your spirit. Your voice is powerful and persuasive. Please make room in your life for people that you don’t agree with. There is a lot that we all can learn.

    Love, Blessings & Respect…

    • John, Whatever “phony environmental political agenda” may be involved in whatever malfeasance that has occurred on the climate change side of this debate is microscopic compared to the vested interests involved in denying climate change.

  4. Alex,

    Your intelligence, tenacity and passion are qualities that I admire and respect. Your sincerity and authenticity provide examples of conduct, which are molding our world and cosmos into a better place.

    Please allow me to share the following with you.

    GeoEngineering Watch: “When prominent “scientists” from governments and universities are caught lying again and again about issues as dire as climate change, is it any wonder there are a great many people that have lost all trust in the so called “experts”? Is it any wonder why many people are now skeptical of any information that is put out by such questionable sources? In addition to the often false and misleading information being dispensed from many “scientists”, there seems to be a level of arrogance, self worship, and mutual admiration that is at times shocking”.

    Four prominent British scientists were caught, as they attempted to perpetrate a scientific fraud in support of global warming and man-made climate change. Their scientific misconduct discredited the research and findings supporting their theories. Their claims were invalidated.

    Dr. Eric Karlstrom, Professor Emeritus of Geography at California State University said: “Global warming is a phony science that was concocted to justify implementation of an international political agenda. This pseudo-science is the centerpiece of a phony environmental political agenda…”.

    As you know, there are a plethora of credentialed Doctors and Scientists who are not in agreement with your theory. I guess we could get into a duel of battling experts, however, that would undermine your position.

    Science has been politicized. Unfortunately, we’ve arrived at a point where funded ideologies determine “what is truth”.

    Gov. Rick Scott is my friend. After a previous governor and attorney general were willing to go along with the execution of a man they knew to be innocent, Gov. Scott stepped in and put a stop to this attempted murder.

    As this injustice was being worked, he appointed a new Secretary of Prisons who allowed this innocent inmate to speak with the woman who had raised him by phone, uninterrupted, from the warden’s office, the night before this woman died.

    Alex, you are a brilliant and compassionate man. I wish I had more of your traits and characteristics. I am drawn to your spirit. Your voice is powerful and persuasive. Please make room in your life for people that you don’t agree with. There is a lot that we all can learn.

    Love, Blessings & Respect…

  5. Jerome,

    Unfortunately and Unnecessarily, its turned into a high skates game. Science is not founded on guesses and political muscle to get the outcomes wanted.

    The handling of this matter has catapulted us further from the truth.

    I don’t like people going out of their way to lie to me. Do the work. Prove your position with certainty and clarity, so that it can be transparently replicated.

    As usual, I’m grateful Alex brought it up. Your perceptions and ideas are invaluable. Thank you.

    Blessings & Respect

  6. Hard to imagine any real progress being made, if it affects corporate profits and/or funding for scientific research provided by big business, big military, big government …

    I wonder two things about climate change (global warming):

    First, how much is due to human beings, and how much is due to the planet perhaps going though a natural warming cycle?

    Second, regardless of what is the cause of global warming, does anyone in this discussion actually think humanity will, or can, do anything about it?

    I don’t see anyone I know, for example, giving up his/her car or truck, for a bicycle. I don’t see any cigarette smoker I know giving that up. I don’t see oil companies changing their spots. Nor chemical companies. Nor agribusinesses. Nor armies, navies or air forces.

    I always thought, if seas rise, the thing to do would be to move to higher ground, instead of trying to fight the rising water. Yet here in the Florida Keys,the view is to stay and build higher, raise the roads, etc.

    Then there is my age factor. I’m 72. I just can’t get exited about one-half of Key West, for example, being under water in 50 years. I see plenty of things in Key West crying for immediate attention, and not getting it. Such as, 6000 affordable rental units are needed.

    I imagine Mother Nature would be delighted for climate change to defoliate the human population on this planet. Perhaps she’s in on the global warming. Perhaps she’s defending herself from human beings in a sneaky way.

    Perhaps ETs like global warming. Perhaps they are helping it along, because they want this planet for themselves after it is warmer and more suitable for them than its current temperatures.

    Perhaps human beings are slated for extermination by powers that be, which oversee such operations, and global warming part of the human exit strategy.

    I imagine only the discovery of a cheap new form of energy, perhaps cold fusion, perhaps conversion of dark matter, readily available to all (fat chance), will lead to human beings not mining this planet for energy, and not filling the atmosphere with chemicals.

    Another solution is a lot less human beings. Oh, I already said that :-).

  7. John,
    Did you read my essay? Rick Scott is simply caught up in something bigger than all of us. He is trapped in the hyper-capitalist matrix that we all are victim to. As for the science, when 95% of any group agree on ANYTHING, I’m going to side with them over the remaining 5% of contrarians. Sorry about that. I’m glad Rick Scott stepped up and prevented an innocents execution, but that doesn’t alter other behavior of his that is negative or harmful.

    I’ll repeat Professor Oreskes’ point, when the overwhelming majority of scientists agree (97%) “there is no debate, and by entering the semantics of a debate, you’ve already lost.”

    BTW:
    http://www.tampabay.com/news/publicsafety/crime/gov-rick-scott-signs-bill-to-speed-up-executions-in-florida/2126764

    http://fcir.org/2014/02/17/rick-scott-now-holds-record-for-most-state-executions-in-first-term-chavez-florida-most-exonerated/

    http://fcir.org/2015/03/08/in-florida-officials-ban-term-climate-change/

  8. Alex,

    You address the compelling issues of our day. Without your keeping our feet to the fire, our spiraling drift towards where others will take us, would go unchecked and unexamined.

    Rarely, if ever, have I mentioned my involvement with Gov. Scott. Given the serious nature of my exchanges with him, which resulted in a resolution sparing an innocent man from being murdered by the state, my opinion of Gov. Scott is favorable.

    I am trained as a scientist. I’m thoroughly acquainted with the scientific method. Throughout this process accurate and valid standards of measurements, free of bias and self-fulfilling analysis, along with transparent experiments producing reliable results, all carried out in a controlled environment free from all contaminants, factors and variables that could alter or influence the outcome of the hypothesis being evaluated; is an absolute requirement, if you are to with certainty verify the accumulated data. Absent any of these ingredients, the hypotheses//theory remain just that, an unproven hypothesis and an unproven theory.

    It is a simple, clear, clean and an irrefutable method designed to prove and establish a fact (truth), as it relates to an issue being studied.

    Global warming and man-made climate change are theories that have not met this standard.

    That does not mean it is not occurring. It means that it has not been proven as a fact (truth).

    Perhaps the training I received as a scientist, is no longer required to validate a position that is being presented as scientifically proven, accurate and true.

    High-jacking this invaluable tool (scientific method) by any entity to push a political agenda, ideology or the basis upon which we proceed as a nation, is a treachery capable of destroying the world.

    I’ve attempted to secure, study and research the ‘Actual Data’ accrued by several scientists claiming to have prove their propositions (Global warming–man-made climates change). It was easier to make the Department of Corrections release an inmate that they wanted to kill, then cooperatively work with these alleged men/women of science.

    Authentic science and scientists do not behave this way. They do not form political alliances with groups that expect and are willing to purchase a specific result. That is much more than a hoax, fraud or junk science. It is a criminal conspiracy serving their own self-interests, at the expense of destroyed nations, cultures and societies.

    I am a Conservationist and Environmentalist. If we don’t have verifiable and irrefutable scientific findings, from which we can draw reliable data to develop public policy, our decisions and actions will be corrupted by the highest bidder. Those influencing the decisions made in DC will thrive as our quality of live deteriorates.

    Again Alex, without your courageous involvement and advocacy, we would not be having this discussion. Thank you.

    Blessings & Respect

sloanbashinsky@outlook.com

I write essays and poetry, because they jump out of me, and there is nothing I can do about it, but do their bidding.

Sloan the bad

moi, at Salute Restaurant, circa 2009

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The Facebook thread reported in yesterday’s shake and bake, and other not entirely “normal” rumbas – Key West Paranormal Psychotherapy Institute post at goodmorningkeywest.com, sprouted a few more wings and feathers. So here is the whole schmele, followed by the Wisteria Island article mentioned in my last comment to WjamesBaldwin. It is Mr. Baldwin’s and my conversations, which are center stage today. So, if you wish, scroll down to there.

Kari Dangler and moi
  • Pat Guest Raindance is messing with Mother Nature just like your comment about mosquitoes. Be careful what you wish for. The love of your life cannot be helped by you or anyone else until she decides to help herself. Best of luck with your trials. God bless.
  • Sloan Bashinsky Hi, Pat – interesting observation, rain dance. Maybe I’m wrong, but I doubt such a dance has an effect, if it is not okay with the spirit world. You are right about Kari, too. I’ve been with the love of my life before, different woman, and it didn’t work out, and she was not an addict, at least not a chemical addict. She had addictions to her religion, capitalism. Din’t mix well with being with a man being run by angels, who could care less about those addictions. What a trip, my life.
  • Sloan Bashinsky Pat, did you ever see the movie, “The Emerald Forest”? In it, a young white man, who was abducted by a South American Amazon wild tribe when he was a tot, and raised by them, and learned their ways, uses shamanic methods to create a huge flood, which takes out a new dam on a river, and protects that part of the Amazon for a while longer, from further ravaging by civilization. I walked with a Lakota Sioux woman about that movie, said to her that it was a nice story, but that stuff didn’t ever happen. She looked at me, said, I was mistaken; that sort of stuff indeed can happen. I dunno, as driven as Key West and the Keys are to develop and develop and change what Mother Nature created, perhaps it wouldn’t be terrible for people, who have the ability, to throw up a few road blocks. A different form of guerrilla warfare, a different kind of insurgency. Surely the white folks didn’t expect Mother Nature to play by their rules? Surely the city officials didn’t expect street people to play by the city officials’ rules, when the city officials bend their rules to suit themselves? It’s fun thinking about weird payback, even if it don’t happen.
  • Sloan Bashinsky This morning at Winn-Dixie, Kari found a new bird feather, which she said was a bad feather, it would produce a hurricane, and she was not going to use it. I showed her this FB thread. She laughed. Perhaps these ladybirds had something to do with it .

    Sloan Bashinsky's photo.
  • Wjames Baldwin are these representative Drawing’s of the Angels?
  • Sloan Bashinsky One can only hope , although I always viewed the drawings as shaman drawings, living, pro-active visions, which had their own agendas; but that seemed beyond most people’s jargon/perspective, and often I called the drawings, soul drawings.
  • Wjames Baldwin So you have never seen them? only heard or felt their messages?
  • Sloan Bashinsky I feel them when I’m drawing them, or rather, they are drawing themselves through me. I get messages during the drawing time, and afterward, about them/their drawing. Then, they come back around from time to time, as they, or something, stir. The angels are much more noisy, coming at me in every dream, of which I have several each night and even in nap dreams. And sometimes they come at me in waking visions, sometimes I hear them in plain English, when I’m awake, more often I hear them in plain English, when I’m asleep. They have other ways of sending me messages, when I’m awake, usually physical sensations, sometimes with electrical component, or chemical component. The drawings, however, are smooth and gentle, feel invigorating, and they take their own form and shape. Seldom do I know what any of a drawing might look like, before it starts coming through me. Sometimes I have a vague theme, or a vague image. Sometimes they tell me what’s coming in, how to handle it. It’s an “ah, ha” knowing, not something I hear. I get lots of “ah, ha” knowings out of the blue, without drawing anything. A bit different than before the angels arrived in early 1987 and initiated the “new regime”, which has been seriously difficult, with some fun, if I am able to maintain a wry sense of humor.
  • Wjames Baldwin interesting… ever hear anything about John Keel and his book Mothman Prophecies?
  • Sloan Bashinsky No, googling only brings up sketchy information. What’s the gists of the Mothman Prophesies. I’m being run by angels, but I have had direct ET encounter. And some direct demon encounters. Mostly, I encounter demons though people they are running, usually ally the people are unaware of being run in that way. But not always. According to the SPEAR OF DESTINY, by Treavor Ravenscroft, Hitler knew he was being run, as did his top henchmen know they were being run. Demons ran G.W. Bush and his henchmen, into the Iraq and Afghanistan wars. Doubt Bush was aware, Cheney and Rumsfeld might have been aware. Demons ran Barack Obama to continue those two wars and accept the Nobel Peace Prize, while doing so. Demons ran Lyndon Johnson et. al. to war in Vietnam. Prophesies are a slippery slope, as all who have tried to unravel the Book of Revelation in the New Testament have proven. In one of his letters. Paul told his followers they should stop having sex, because Christ’s return was imminent and there was no point in producing more children. If Christendom had stopped having sex, it would have died out, waiting on Christ to return.

  • Wjames Baldwin Well, I would not be quit sure how to explain what is essentially an unexplained phenomenon. People claimed to have seen this Creature or Being before a bridge collapse at Point Pleasant West Virginia.
    That said, some of your drawings are reminiscent in feature if not in bearing and presence, as described by the witnesses.
  • Sloan Bashinsky This “creature” below managed to find me on facebook, about the time I was moving into a paradise mating relationship with Kari Dangler, who is homeless and has plenty of other attributes, which this “creature” seems to present. This photo was taken over Asheville, NC, where my younger daughter lives. She and her sister, and their mother, already had prepped me in dreams for the relationship with Kari moving deeper. I knew when I saw the photo that I was looking at a supernatural being, and that it either was Kari, or her soul, or it was running the production, which was her and my being paired. And that it would be an … interesting … adventure. Other adjectives also seemed applicable … wild, stressful, testing, beautiful, ecstatic … wild. I don’t get much in the way of “end times” or “earth change” prophesies. Just what’s coming my way, and often I don’t understand the message until what it messages arrives and is engaging me, and vice versa.

    Sloan Bashinsky's photo.
  • Sloan Bashinsky some other “visions”

    Sloan Bashinsky's photo.
  • Wjames Baldwin Well I like the drawings but that picture of weather is just photoshop, and there are claims that it was “taken” in dozens of places. Double Click on the image and select, Search Google for this image.Best of luck to you and yours.
    March 26
  • Sloan Bashinsky I thought maybe it might be photo shop, too, but I know what the angels of capable of, and how they can use people, and even machines, to send messages to me, in ways nobody else would grok. They have me surrounded. I have no way to run.
    March 26
  • Wjames Baldwin I understand, and my comment was meant to be only instructional not judgmental.
    March 26
  • Sloan Bashinsky I took it that way, and was glad for the information.
    March 26
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  • Sloan Bashinsky Shazam! This is related to Mothman?
    March 26
  • Sloan Bashinsky hmmm, machine elf? [I learned that by right-clicking on the pic and google-imaging the pic]
    March 26
  • Sloan Bashinsky I google-imaged this below said to be over Asheville, and didn’t see anything like it anywhere, to compare it with or to explain it.

    Sloan Bashinsky's photo.
    March 26
  • Wjames Baldwin My bullshit detector runs up to Bozo’s nipples on this picture. It is just too perfectly set up to be real. Caveat emptor, from you Law school days.
    These… um Elves, Angels, ET’s whatever are of interest to me. Specifically since they seem to be trying to reach you in your sleep. If it is your Jungian unconscious mind it is fascinating. If it is some type of unknown being from an unknown realm it is still fascinating.
    The strange coincidence of this being related to Sept 11 just adds another layer of attraction to your story.
    Obviously you don’t know me but I hope you can tell from my writing to you that I wish only the best for you and if I can ever help you in any way just let me know.
    Jim
    March 26
  • Sloan Bashinsky I can’t recall anyone showing the interest in my “mystical” experiences, which you are showing, so far. Whether you can help me with any of that, I cannot yet tell. However, it occurred to me yesterday that perhaps you might wish to read the last novel that came through me, like the drawings came through me. HEAVY WAIT: A Strange Tale. It is available at amazon.com, in kindle and in trade paper back, and in Spanish at amazon.com.es. I have a few copies, can give you one, if that’s more convenient. It’s sort of a “primer” for any poor soul who starts having experiences nobody they know can grok or be comfortable with. My own “predicament” is, it’s not just in dreams that I have seen and heard angels straight up, and demons. I have seen and heard them straight up when I am awake, my eyes open, my brain engaged, just like now, when I’m replying to you. It is in dreams, however, that probably 95 percent of the information and advice and corrections come. The dreams are encoded. I can’t imagine Dr. Jung could have interpreted a single one of my dreams todday, since they are crafted to play off of stuff familiar to me, past and present, which would have zero meaning to anyone but me. I once ran with a number of Jungian analysts, and with even more Sandplay therapists, who were very familiar with Dr. Jung. One was Dora Kalff, who founded Sandplay, and had been trained by Dr. Jung himself. I was married to one of Dora’s students, who held a licensed clinical social worker degree. She became all too familiar with my dreams, and with how I could look at a situation and see a meaning she did not see. It irked her, at times. She told people I was “the mailman, I delivered the message.” She told people I could see around corners and through buildings. She sometimes told me of a case she was struggling with, and what was my take? I’d give her my take. She’d go slack-jawed. How did I come up with that?! It was obviously right on, but how did I arrive at it? I’d say I didn’t know. Or, it was obvious to me. I always gave the angels full credit. It was as if they had turned on light switch in me one day, I remember that day very well, in August 1998, and then I had two sets of eyes and ears and intuition. No way I can prove anything I say I experience, but I am in ongoing “conversation, as a “junior partner”, with angels, who call themselves Jesus, Archangel Michael and Magdalene Melchizedek. They own me. It began back in early 1987, when the first two of them named came to me in the middle of the night (it would be years before I knew their names), and woke me up, and told me something, and then I was struck three times by spiritual lightning, and they dissolved back into the darkness. About 10 days before, knowing I was at the end of my rope, out of bright ideas, failed, as a man, I had prayed, “Dear God, I do not want to die like this, failed. Please help me.” I paused, said, “I offer my life to human service.” I felt something, I was emotional. Then it passed and I went on about my day. What Jesus and Michael told me when they came ten or so nights later was, “This will push you to your limits, but you asked for it, and we are going to give it to you.” I remembered the prayer I had made about 10 days before, then came the three rounds of spiritual lightning, which were not followed by thunder. I saw the flashes, felt each bolt. It was electrical. It jolted my body. I was left shaking, sweating. I did not hear the words with my ears, but in another way, but the words were just as palpable, as if I had heard with my ears. That’s when the changes started; that’s when I was shanghaied, conscripted. The rest is another very long strange story, snippets of which I told and tell from time to time in my published writings, which now are voluminous 2,802 articles just atgoodmorningkeywest.com, ravings some say. Lunacy, some say. Invented, some say. But they do not live in my skin. My telling that story got me locked up on a locked ward, once upon a time. I have been changed; hybrid seems okay to use. Outwardly, human, inwardly, human and something else. Perhaps something in me was awakened. Perhaps there was some redesign. Perhaps something new was installed. I don’t know. But I am very different inside, than when I made that desperate prayer in early 1987. I live in the human world and in another place at the same time, all the time. That photo we keep discussing. It presented what I needed to see, to alert me to what I was engaging. It gave me a visual feeling of it, a visceral feeling of it. Everything the angels put in front of me has meaning for me, even if no one else sees it. I miss plenty of messages, no doubt. The angels keep sending messages, until I get the message. This photo, however, was riveting, it nailed me, and I knew it. It was what the angels wanted me to see, regardless of how it came to exist. I know this as surely as I know I am writing to you in this moment. But, of course, I can’t prove it in a human way. The angels proved it to me in their way. It went into me, fit into lots of connections. Now it’s part of me, working away, like, hmmm, Santa’s elves, but a bit different – not nearly as much ho, ho, ho, as I would like. But then, looking at the photo, I would not expect a lot of ho, ho, ho, although there has been more ho, ho, ho than I could have imagined by looking at the photo. I awoke from a dream earlier tonight, sensing there would be something else about the photo for me to engage today. And perhaps publish at goodmorningkeywest.com today. I published this FB thread there up through yesterday. Perhaps more later.

    Sloan Bashinsky's photo.
    March 26
  • Sloan Bashinsky The Wisteria Island article in today’s Key West Citizen (keysnews.com) has an interesting back story. The article reports a federal judge ruled the alleged owners of the island, the Bernstein family, waited too long (the statute of limitations ran), to assert their claim of ownership vs. any US government claim of ownership. So as things now stand, the US government owns the island, with the US Bureau of Land Management (BLM) holding title for the US government. The back story is, Naja Girard, before she and hubby Arnaud took over Key West the Newspaper (thebluepaper.com), found the various documents/information in the Wistera Island “chain of title”, indicating the Navy still owned the island, which she gave to BLM, which initially didn’t agree with her, but then reversed its position and agreed with her, and laid claim to ownership of Wisteria, which upended the Bernsteins’ plans to develop the island, partnered with the Walsh family, which owns and had developed adjacent Sunset Key. Wisterisa would become Sunset Key Deux, so to speak. Beneath all of that, Naja came to a point where she felt she had found all the evidence there was, and she had given up digging, and had given up generally, as the Navy was showing no interest, as I recall, in laying claim to Wisteria. I then had a dream, in which I was shown there was something Naja had not found. I called her and told her the angels had told me in a dream there was something she had not found, and to keep looking. So she went back to digging and she found it, I don’t now recall what it was, but it was kinda compelling, as I recall, and she put it all together nice and pretty for BLM and gave it to them. Now here we are, but, of course, none of that is in the Citizen article. Nor that, after BLM laid claim to Wisteria, Roger Bernstein, a tax lawyer, labeled Naja, a witch. So I suppose that made me a warlock, since I was her “deep throat”, thanks to the angels. All of which led to the Bernsteins filing suit in federal court, to try to get a ruling that they owned Wisteria Island. Now, they have to appeal, or give up. Another “stay tuned” situation.
    March 26
  • Sloan Bashinsky No coincidence, the federal judge in the case, once was stationed with the Navy in Key West. He had a real time knowledge of the area, the islands, government bureaucracy and bumbling, and was not swayed (I was there watching that hearing in the federal courthouse on Simonton Street, Key West)) by the Bernsteins’ lawyer’s arguments that the Navy officials in Key West could bind the US government in Washington D.C. with various local pronouncements and actions and inactions regarding Wisteria Island. I have to think the judge never felt the US Navy’s claim to Wisteria was given up, but he found an easier way, he believed, to rule against the Bernsteins – the statute of limitations had run on them.
    March 26
  • Sloan Bashinsky That is one example of what happens then I am gotten onto a political fracas. Always, the angels arrange my involvement. Always, they steer me through it. Sometimes it goes to suit me, other times not. I just do what I’m told, hopefully, in the way the angels want me to do it. They are quick to spank me, if I stray away from how they want me to go about it. Being spanked by angels can be seriously not fun.
    March 26
  • Sloan Bashinsky Don’t know if it’s relevant to your and my discussion, but you mentioned September 11, so will say, during the night of September 9-10, 2001, in my sleep, a familiar voice asked me, “Will you make a prayer for Divine Intervention for all of humanity?” I woke up, wondering what that was about? I made the prayer. On September 11, I learned why I had been asked to make the prayer. I’m still wondering if the prayer was answered, and, if so, how it was, is, being answered?

Wisteria & Sunset

Wisteria Island, lower right, Sunset Key, upper left

Friday, March 27, 2015
Wisteria Island’s future uncertain
BY TIMOTHY O’HARA Citizen Staff
tohara@keysnews.com

Development will not come to Wisteria Island soon, if ever, because a federal judge has dismissed F.E.B. Corp’s lawsuit asking to be ruled as the owner of the 22-acre island.

Instead, Judge Jose E. Martinez issued a ruling Wednesday in favor of the Bureau of Land Management, which claimed government ownership of the island in Key West Harbor in 2011. The government made the claim after being presented with documents stating Florida could have not sold the island to its original owners decades ago, because the federal government never deeded the land to the state.

F.E.B. Corp sued the Bureau of Land Management shortly after it asserted ownership of the island.

While Judge Martinez technically did not rule specifically on the ownership issue, he did find that the statute of limitations on the case had run out in 1963 and the court no longer had jurisdiction in the case, which meant he could not rule in the matter. This means that the Bureau of Land Management’s 2011 claim the federal government owns the land will remain unchallenged.

Judge Martinez cited a Sept. 27, 1951, letter from then-Florida Attorney General Richard Ervin. The letter shows that the original owner, former Rep. Bernie Papy, was aware that the military was still claiming ownership of the island when he bought it from the state.

Ervin questioned whether the Navy, or any other federal agency, deeded the land to the state and whether the state can sell something it didn’t actually own. The attorney general “communicated his ambivalence regarding the Navy’s claim,” Martinez wrote.

Ervin was unable to state definitely whether or not the Navy’s claim is valid, but “the claim is debatable enough and so shrouded in antiquity that I think the best course would be for the (state) to complete the sale,” Ervin wrote.

“By the Attorney General’s own words, therefore, in 1951 there was a question of title regarding the subject property which needed to get settled,” Martinez wrote.

Martinez ruled that the 12-year statute of limitations on what is known as a Quiet Title Act started running with the 1951 letter.

“Because Plaintiff filed its suit more than 12 years after 1951 — the date its predecessor in interest, the State of Florida, received actual notice of the claim of the United States — the suit is barred by 28 U.S.C. j 2409, and this court has no jurisdiction to inquire into the merits,” Martinez wrote.

F.E.B. Corp. President Roger Bernstein, whose family bought the island in 1967, argued that the judge did not rule on the ownership at all or on the merits of the case. Bernstein did not rule out filing some kind of an appeal, he said Thursday.

“It’s not over,” Bernstein said. “We are evaluating our options. This decision is procedural.”

Bureau of Land Management based its ownership opinion in 2011 on three documents that show the federal government claimed ownership as early as 1845, then reserved it for the Navy’s use in 1924, then gave control of it to U.S. Fish and Wildlife, the U.S. Department of Treasury and the U.S. Department of the Interior in 1982, according to Frankie Morgan, a legal assistant for the Bureau of Land Management.

Since the 2011 ruling, refuge managers had continued to treat Wisteria Island as private property until the court case was resolved.

“No one has contacted me and I don’t know what the status is,” Nancy Finley, who oversees all of the Keys refuges for the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, said Thursday. “We have not talked about it a all since I have been here. We will wait to hear from the appropriate parties.”

The Bernstein family has been paying property taxes on the property since the 1967 purchase. The family, under the name F.E.B. Corp., has been working with Sunset Key’s owners to develop Wisteria Island.

While county records show the buyer was Paul E. Sawyer and his wife, Reta, other state and federal records show Sawyer, the Monroe County attorney at the time, was acting as an agent for Bernie C. Papy. The deed says the sales price was $2,769, but the document stamps show it was $6,100, and it is unclear which figure is correct.

On Jan. 28, 1952, just 19 days later, the Sawyers transferred the island to Papy and his wife, Pauline, for $6,100. Papy, a Key West real estate developer, was a 14-term member of the Florida House of Representatives.

In March 1956, the Papys sold it to Amaryk Aldo and his wife, Charlotte, for $115,500.

In April 1962, the Aldos spent $200 to transfer ownership to Wisteria Island Inc., whose principals were Aldo himself, acting as the company’s president, and Secretary Jack A. Davis.

In January 1967, Wisteria Island Inc. sold it for $317,750 to F.E.B. Corp., which in 1972 bought additional bay bottom from the state.

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A different kind of wild bird …

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The Facebook thread reported in yesterday’s sea, land and air fantasies, and other death-defying feats – Key West post at goodmorningkeywest.com  sprouted a few more feathers and wings – here’s the whole enchilada, to date:

Posted on March 24, 2015 by Sloan

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  • Pat Guest Raindance is messing with Mother Nature just like your comment about mosquitoes. Be careful what you wish for. The love of your life cannot be helped by you or anyone else until she decides to help herself. Best of luck with your trials. God bless.
    Sloan Bashinsky Hi, Pat – interesting observation, rain dance. Maybe I’m wrong, but I doubt such a dance has an effect, if it is not okay with the spirit world. You are right about Kari, too. I’ve been with the love of my life before, different woman, and it didn’t work out, and she was not an addict, at least not a chemical addict. She had addictions to her religion, capitalism. Din’t mix well with being with a man being run by angels, who could care less about those addictions. What a trip, my life.
    Sloan Bashinsky Pat, did you ever see the movie, “The Emerald Forest”? In it, a young white man, who was abducted by a South American Amazon wild tribe when he was a tot, and raised by them, and learned their ways, uses shamanic methods to create a huge flood, which takes out a new dam on a river, and protects that part of the Amazon for a while longer, from further ravaging by civilization. I walked with a Lakota Sioux woman about that movie, said to her that it was a nice story, but that stuff didn’t ever happen. She looked at me, said, I was mistaken; that sort of stuff indeed can happen. I dunno, as driven as Key West and the Keys are to develop and develop and change what Mother Nature created, perhaps it wouldn’t be terrible for people, who have the ability, to throw up a few road blocks. A different form of guerrilla warfare, a different kind of insurgency. Surely the white folks didn’t expect Mother Nature to play by their rules? Surely the city officials didn’t expect street people to play by the city officials’ rules, when the city officials bend their rules to suit themselves? It’s fun thinking about weird payback, even if it don’t happen.
    Sloan Bashinsky This morning at Winn-Dixie, Kari found a new bird feather, which she said was a bad feather, it would produce a hurricane, and she was not going to use it. I showed her this FB thread. She laughed. Perhaps these ladybirds had something to do with it .
    Feather Talk
    Lady Hawke
    Mary Poppins
    Wjames Baldwin are these representative Drawing’s of the Angels?
    • Sloan Bashinsky One can only hope , although I always viewed the drawings as shaman drawings, living, pro-active visions, which had their own agendas; but that seemed beyond most people’s jargon/perspective, and often I called the drawings, soul drawings.
    • Wjames Baldwin So you have never seen them? only heard or felt their messages?
    • Sloan Bashinsky I feel them when I’m drawing them, or rather, they are drawing themselves through me. I get messages during the drawing time, and afterward, about them/their drawing. Then, they come back around from time to time, as they, or something, stir. The angels are much more noisy, coming at me in every dream, of which I have several each night and even in nap dreams. And sometimes they come at me in waking visions, sometimes I hear them in plain English, when I’m awake, more often I hear them in plain English, when I’m asleep. They have other ways of sending me messages, when I’m awake, usually physical sensations, sometimes with electrical component, or chemical component. The drawings, however, are smooth and gentle, feel invigorating, and they take their own form and shape. Seldom do I know what any of a drawing might look like, before it starts coming through me. Sometimes I have a vague theme, or a vague image. Sometimes they tell me what’s coming in, how to handle it. It’s an “ah, ha” knowing, not something I hear. I get lots of “ah, ha” knowings out of the blue, without drawing anything. A bit different than before the angels arrived in early 1987 and initiated the “new regime”, which has been seriously difficult, with some fun, if I am able to maintain a wry sense of humor.
    • Wjames Baldwin interesting… ever hear anything about John Keel and his book Mothman Prophecies?
    • Sloan Bashinsky No, googling only brings up sketchy information. What’s the gists of the Mothman Prophesies. I’m being run by angels, but I have had direct ET encounter. And some direct demon encounters. Mostly, I encounter demons though people they are running, usually the people are unaware of being run in that way. But not always. According to the SPEAR OF DESTINY, by Treavor Ravenscroft, Hitler knew he was being run, as did his top henchmen know they were being run. Demons ran G.W. Bush and his henchmen, into the Iraq and Afghanistan wars. Doubt Bush was aware, Cheney and Rumsfeld might have been aware. Demons ran Barack Obama to continue those two wars and accept the Nobel Peace Prize, while doing so. Demons ran Lyndon Johnson et. al. to war in Vietnam. Prophesies are a slippery slope, as all who have tried to unravel the Book of Revelation in the New Testament have proven. In one of his letters. Paul told his followers they should stop having sex, because Christ’s return was imminent and there was no point in producing more children. If Christendom had stopped having sex, it would have died out, waiting on Christ to return.
    • Wjames Baldwin Well, I would not be quit sure how to explain what is essentially an unexplained phenomenon. People claimed to have seen this Creature or Being before a bridge collapse at Point Pleasant West Virginia.
      That said, some of your drawings are reminiscent in feature if not in bearing and presence, as described by the witnesses.
    • Sloan Bashinsky This “creature” below managed to find me on Facebook about the time I was moving into a paradise mating relationship with Kari Dangler, who is homeless and has plenty of other attributes, which this “creature” seems to present. This photo was taken over Asheville, NC, where my younger daughter lives. She and her sister, and their mother, already had prepped me in dreams for the relationship with Kari moving deeper. I knew when I saw the photo that I was looking at a supernatural being, and that it either was Kari, or her soul, or it was running the production, which was her and my being paired. And that it would be an … interesting … adventure. Other adjectives also seemed applicable … wild, stressful, testing, beautiful, ecstatic … wild. I don’t get much in the way of “end times” or “earth change” prophesies. Just what’s coming my way, and often I don’t understand the message until what it messages arrives and is engaging me, and vice versa.

      Asheville
    • Sloan Bashinsky some other “visions”

      Fantasy Fest feline 2
    • Heart Throb
    • about time
    • Devil or Angel
  • Wjames Baldwin Well I like the drawings but that picture of weather is just photoshop, and there are claims that it was “taken” in dozens of places. Double Click on the image and select, Search Google for this image.Best of luck to you and yours.
  • Sloan Bashinsky I thought maybe it might be photo shop, too, but I know what the angels of capable of, and how they can use people, and even machines, to send messages to me, in ways nobody else would grok. They have me surrounded. I have no way to run. :-)
  • Wjames Baldwin I understand, and my comment was meant to be only instructional not judgmental.
  • Sloan Bashinsky I took it that way, and was glad for the information.

Continuing my conversation with amigo Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiatry, reported in yesterday’s sea, land and air fantasies, and other death-defying feats – Key West post at goodmorningkeywest.com, Jerry wrote:

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Hi Sloan—I get migraines and constipation —so take your pick–
Klonopin 1 mgm at night–you won’t feel it and will not alter your cognition
not alter your brain activity but will ameliorate your bowel problem–moderate the GI tract–lasts over 12 hours..

I have had deep loves before marriage–that were concluded catastrophically—so that is life
and Love with women—-I have my share of disasters –we are members of the same club.

There were some transcendental times also.–we survive –found a beautiful wife ultimately–luck
referred by an former girlfriends mother that really liked me. Law practice –maybe not your nature.
got to go–Jerry.

[As I recall Jerry telling me, he practiced psychiatry more than 50 years in Key West and the Florida Keys, before he retired. He treated every writer in Key West. He was the school districts’ psychiatrist, also. He started programs in the Keys, related to mental health, including MARC House in Key West, and the Guidance Clinic (Rehab) in Marathon. Today, Jerry still sometimes sees private patients, but mostly he is doing all he can to fish, and to enjoy and protect Mother Nature, with his lovely wife, Donna. They used to be avid divers, but gave that up when Jerry got really sick after diving off of Fort Zachary Taylor State Park, in Key West. I met Jerry about a year and a half ago, after hearing of him through a mutual acquaintance, Sandy Downs, of Cudjoe Key. Sandy said she had meet Jerry at “cruise ship” meeting, and I needed to meet him. I found Jerry and I seemed to be the only rabid opponents to cruise ships and various other rapers and pillagers of Mother Nature in the Florida Keys and elsewhere. Jerry wrote a book on that global disaster topic, now with a publisher, moving toward publication, I hope.]

I replied:

Hi, Jerry – I had to beg for Klonopin in the state mental [where I had creatively managed to get myself, after telling a story in a private hospital of my first encounter with angels], so I could sleep at night. Usually, the night doctor relented about 1-2 a.m., and wrote the script. I think it was .5 mg. Then, finally, I’d doze off for a little while, maybe 2-3 hours.

I’m super sensitive to both anesthesia and narcotics. During the black night, 1997-98, when I was having night terrors and horrible white hot sores in my throat, caused by Zyprexa and/or Zoloft, and I was terrified of going to sleep, and had trouble going to sleep, my psychiatrist prescribed Zanax, and I took only half a dose one evening, and was loopy through the rest of the next day and night. A couple of tries at that, I stopped the Zanax and went back to suffering.

Before I started practicing law in 1973, a psychiatrist prescribed Valium, .5 mg., 3 times a day, as I recall. It eased the bowel discomfort. Finally, I was taking 1 mg, 3 times a day, as I recall. It seemed to be getting out of hand, so I stopped taking it regularly, but maybe once a week, when I was as tight inside as I figured I could stand, I took a .5 mg tab at bedtime, and the next day went okay, and then it started moving back toward not okay, then to awful. But finally I stopped doing even that, I just didn’t feel right taking pills for what I knew was coming out of my psyche.

Later attempts to treat it with yeast medication, meditation, various diets, herbs, germanium, eastern exercises and esoteric technology sometimes brought relief for a while, but then it went the other way really bad, and I had to discontinue treatment just to get back to feeling awful again.

That’s how I learned the symptoms were produced by something intelligent, which was not going to let me treat it in any conventional or unconventional way. Some of the recoil against treatments was really bad. And, finally, I gave up trying to treat it.

Maybe something will show up in a dream tonight, about this.

I think any man and woman who stick together for a long time and are still enjoying each other’s company are to be envied and applauded.

I concluded I was not cut out to practice law, it was going nowhere, I was going down, and that’s why I stopped doing it. Might have gone differently, if I had gone straight to being a country lawyer, after graduating from law school, and maybe it would have gone straight to hell. I’ll never know.

I still do plenty of it today, but don’t get paid. If I got paid, I’d be practicing law without a license. But any damn fool can give legal advice, lay people do it all the time, and it’s not practicing law, if the fool isn’t getting paid for the advice :-).

Ciao,

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

SLOAN: I understand all that you have written—-you have a sensitivity –in your nature —in your make-up—that relationships, goals, natural world ,
love, art , music , good food , security, books, and even psychotherapy are to be your sources of comfort, peace of mind —etc. — cheers –Jerry

I replied this morning:

Morning, Jerry –

The angels do psychotherapy on me ongoing, the take no prisoners kind. I keep wondering why they don’t do it on everyone?

Agreed, I am super sensitive, which, I imagine, provides fertile ground for all sorts of psychosomatic adventures; I think that also might be called “conversion disorders”?

Nothing in my dreams last night about Klonopin.

A big upheaval with Kari yesterday. I said what I needed to say, my bowel released, finally. I had a decent, mostly comfortable night’s sleep.

Today’s another day, as various time clocks tick away :-).

Maybe more later.

Sloan

I included the link to this below, in yesterday’s post at this website. However, I found it so fetching, and piercing, and wise, that I felt it should get fully displayed today. 

Albert Einstein

15 Quotes From Einstein That Show Why He Was Intelligent Beyond the Universe’s Bounds
Posted Mar 20, by Dominic Trombino
Hmm, this Einstein guy was pretty smart and had some pretty great ideas.

1. When discussing his own talent

“I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious.”

In a letter to Carl Seelig in 1952

2. On segregation

“There is separation of colored people from white people in the United States. That separation is not a disease of colored people. It is a disease of white people. I do not intend to be quiet about it.”

From a lecture at Lincoln University in 1946.

3. When asked how he’s doing

“I am doing just fine, considering that I have triumphantly survived Nazism and two wives.”

In a letter to Jakob Ehrat in 1952

4. On the paradox in his own life

“To punish me for my contempt of authority, Fate has made me an authority myself.”

Aphorism for a friend in 1930

5. On working alone

“I am truly a ‘lone traveler’ and have never belonged to my country, my home, my friends, or even my immediate family, with my whole heart. In the face of all this, I have never lost a sense of distance and the need for solitude.”

From The World As I See It in 1949

6. On the dangers of war

“You cannot simultaneously prevent and prepare for war. The very prevention of war requires more faith, courage and resolution than are needed to prepare for war.”

In a letter to Congressman Robert Hale in 1946

7. On the mysteries of religion

“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed. This insight into the mystery of life, coupled though it be with fear, has also given rise to religion. To know that what is impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty which our dull faculties can comprehend only in their most primitive forms— this knowledge, this feeling, is at the center of true religiousness. In this sense, and in this sense only, I belong in the ranks of devoutly religious men.”

From Living Philosophies in 1931

8. On if he identifies as a German or a Jew

“I look upon myself as a man. Nationalism is an infantile disease. It is the measles of mankind.”

To The Saturday Evening Post in 1929

9. On his *unique* personal style

“If I were to start taking care of my grooming, I would no longer be my own self.”

From a letter to Elsa Lowenthal in 1913.

10. On reading

“Reading after a certain age diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking, just as the man who spends too much time in the theater is tempted to be content with living vicariously instead of living his own life.”

To The Saturday Evening Post in 1929.

11. What other job he’d like to have

“If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music … I cannot tell if I would have done any creative work of importance in music, but I do know that I get most joy in life out of my violin.”

To The Saturday Evening Post in 1929.

12. On receiving praise

“The only way to escape the corruptible effect of praise is to go on working.”

13. On the meaning of life

“What is the meaning of human life, or of organic life altogether? To answer this question at all implies a religion. Is there any sense then, you ask, in putting it? I answer, the man who regards his own life and that of his fellow creatures as meaningless is not merely unfortunate but almost disqualified for life.”

From The World As I See It in 1949.

14. On his own fame

“The cult of individual personalities is always, in my view, unjustified. To be sure, nature distributes her gifts variously among her children. But there are plenty of the well-endowed ones too, thank God, and I am firmly convinced that most of them live quiet, unregarded lives. It strikes me as unfair, and even in bad taste, to select a few of them for boundless admiration, attributing superhuman powers of mind and character to them. This has been my fate, and the contrast between the popular estimate of my powers and achievements and the reality is simply grotesque.”

From The World As I See It in 1949

15. On education

“School failed me, and I failed the school. It bored me. The teachers behaved like Feldwebel (sergeants). I wanted to learn what I wanted to know, but they wanted me to learn for the exam. What I hated most was the competitive system there, and especially sports. Because of this, I wasn’t worth anything, and several times they suggested I leave. This was a Catholic School in Munich. I felt that my thirst for knowledge was being strangled by my teachers; grades were their only measurement. How can a teacher understand youth with such a system?”

Published in Einstein and the Poet: In Search of the Cosmic Man in 1983

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Kari, with the horseshoe tattoo, sez one of her ancestors was married to King Henry, who had her killed because she did not give him male offspring; he killed a number of wives for that reason, Kari said. And one of her ancestors was Jesse James. And another was Mark Twain. And, she says, my role in life is to shake things, and between us, we could shake things real good. I said the way to shake things is to stand in front of a mirror, and get to really know yourself; that’s what the angels have been doing to me, since they first showed up in late 1987.

That’s all for today, folks.

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Facebook fantasma spawned by yesterday’s bitten and other angry birds and drunk mosquitoes vagrant arts and spiced up crafts productions, Key West of Weird post at goodmorningkeywest.com:

Kari and Sloan
Kari Dangler and moi
  • Karen Livingston, Stephanie Hoops and Dianne Lawson Baker like this. [Dianne Lawson Baker is my first wife, mother of my three children.]
  • Pat Guest Raindance is messing with Mother Nature just like your comment about mosquitoes. Be careful what you wish for. The love of your life cannot be helped by you or anyone else until she decides to help herself. Best of luck with your trials. God bless.
  • Sloan Bashinsky Hi, Pat – interesting observation, rain dance. Maybe I’m wrong, but I doubt such a dance has an effect, if it is not okay with the spirit world. You are right about Kari, too. I’ve been with the love of my life before, different woman, and it didn’t work out, and she was not an addict, at least not a chemical addict. She had addictions to her religion, capitalism. Didn’t mix well with being with a man being run by angels, who could care less about those addictions. What a trip, my life.
  • Sloan Bashinsky Pat, did you ever see the movie, “The Emerald Forest”? In it, a young white man, who was abducted by a South American Amazon wild tribe when he was a tot, and raised by them, and learned their ways, uses shamanic methods to create a huge flood, which takes out a new dam on a river, and protects that part of the Amazon for a while longer, from further ravaging by civilization. I walked with a Lakota Sioux woman about that movie, said to her that it was a nice story, but that stuff didn’t ever happen. She looked at me, said, I was mistaken; that sort of stuff indeed can happen. I dunno, as driven as Key West and the Keys are to develop and develop and change what Mother Nature created, perhaps it wouldn’t be terrible for people, who have the ability, to throw up a few road blocks. A different form of guerrilla warfare, a different kind of insurgency. Surely the white folks didn’t expect Mother Nature to play by their rules? Surely the city officials didn’t expect street people to play by the city officials’ rules, when the city officials bend their rules to suit themselves? It’s fun thinking about weird payback, even if it don’t happen.
    The Emerald Forest
  • Sloan Bashinsky This morning at Winn-Dixie, Kari found a new bird feather, which she said was a bad feather, it would produce a hurricane, and she was not going to use it. I showed her this FB thread. She laughed. Perhaps these ladybirds had something to do with it .

    Sloan Bashinsky's photo.“Feather Talk”
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    Sloan Bashinsky's photo.“Lady Hawke”
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    Sloan Bashinsky's photo.“Mary Poppins”
  • Wjames Baldwin are these representative Drawing’s of the Angels?
  • Sloan Bashinsky One can only hope :-), although I always viewed the drawings as shaman drawings, living, pro-active visions, which had their own agendas; but that seemed beyond most people’s jargon/perspective, and often I called the drawings, soul drawings.

Amiga Christine Russell, aka Jaguar Woman, replied to yesterday’s bitten and other angry birds and drunk mosquitoes vagrant arts and spiced up crafts productions, Key West of Weird post at goodmorningkeywest.com:

Christine Russelljaguar

Hello Sloan -
I have been thinking about Kari since I met her.  She is a nice woman.  She has great potential. But she needs to bite the bullet, get clean and change her life.  EASIER SAID than done.  She CAN do it, but only she can make that decision. It also means once sober, she needs to change her friends and who she hangs around with (I am not talking about you Sloan!)  Maybe moving away and being around those who are a good influence rather than those who drag her down into their world.
And I know you Sloan, are facing a change and a move.  You said some things below in your blog today:
Besides, I don’t want to live here any more. I’d be insane to want to live here any more. I’d be insane to stay here.
I told Kari last night, a peace came over me yesterday, when I understood there is no way I can live on the street in Key West again. Been there, done that, several times. There is no reason for me to do it again. If it comes to that, I’ll just fill my backpack with the bare essentials and start walking, out of the Keys, with my thumb out. I have done plenty of hitchhiking. I liked hitchhiking. I met lots of interesting people hitchhiking, who I didn’t have to stick with for long. I’d just disappear. Key West would not hear from me again.
I told the vicious van dweller criminals yesterday, although I know and love a lot of people here, and I would not want any of them harmed, if Key West simply disappeared, was no longer, it would not bother me in the least. I could care less what comes of this place, which thinks it is so important. This city has no clue what is important. Humanity has no clue what is important.
So where to start with these thoughts Sloan?!  I like you Sloan.  You have a good heart.  I worry about you.  Actually I worry about a lot.  You said that this city has no clue. Well, name me one city or government that that does!  Maybe some cities are a little more highly functioning, but they all suffer the same disease – they are conventional, conservative thinkers – but these difficult times call for unconventional minds and creative solutions.  All government seems to keep doing the same things over and over – but expecting different results – yup, Einstein’s definition of insanity and so true.  As Dr Phil would say ‘How’s that workin’ for ya?”  NOT WELL I think most citizens would respond.
And the whole world seems to also be clueless.  We live day to day. We all have our problems, but the world is in a desparate way.  Maybe I read too much.  The last several years I have had a great interest and concern about water.  Water water everywhere and not a drop to drink – we are coming to that.  This past week I have been seriously reading about water.  I had forgotten about the Bush’s buying up 300,000 acres in SA which contains the worlds largest aquifer.  So again I began reading and what I find is sickening and scary.  Water, the next oil, is being bought up by the world banks, the Rockefellers, JP Morgan, Citigroup, all of them. They are buying up anything associated with water, including struggling local goverments allowning the privatization of some public water systems!  And there is nothing we little folk can do to stop it.  Now I understand why these evil banks have been stockpiling their money, re-writing the laws that governs them.  And it is not just water the greedy bastard bankers are buying up – it is infrastructure, it is agribuisness.  It is depressing.  How has the world come to this.  In many ways I wish I was one of the blind unaware lemmings, but I have hopes to escape the conventional world.
So Sloan about you and your living arrangements.  If you really don’t like it here, which I do understand, and you are thinking about heading north.  Consider St Pete.  A really cool city, as far as American cities go.  If I had to live anywhere in the US and did not like winter and snow, I would definately live in St Pete.  It is a much better managed city and VERY affordable with a BEAUTIFUL downtown.  I just talked to someone yesterday by email who you would know by name, and they moved to St Pete last year. Think outside the box Sloan!  Once you get away from here you will realize there are other better places to live.I used to be happier here before I discovered Panama and then Uruguay.  Be open minded.  Don’t think of reasons to not move.  Think of reasons to move on to a better life Emoji
Christine
LOOK HOW AFFORADBLE ST PETE IS! Emoji  When you look on Craigslist you have to look under Tampa Bay Area and then select “pnl” for Pinellas County for the St Pete listings.  Brian and I can help you with what are better areas of town and those to avoid if you like.  It really is a wonderful town – I count days until our next trip which will hopefully be soon Emoji
Mar 24 Furnished Bedroom and Private Bath close to Maderia Beach $450 / 1400ft2 – (seminole fl) pic map
Mar 24 Great area close to Maderia Beach Furnished $450 / 1400ft2 – (seminole fl) pic map
Mar 24 $550 Room Female/Furnished/All Utilities Included /Pool/Own Fridge $550 / 1344ft2 – (Largo-Clearwater) pic map
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I replied:

Hi, Christine – thanks for your concerns for me, and for your thoughts. Where I really don’t wish to live any more is in this house, for the reasons stated in today’s post, and I only provided a sketch. I don’t care to live in Key West any more, but I could do it, if I had a place to live inside. Unless money falls on me out of the sky in the next few days, that’s not going to be a choice for me. I can’t afford to rent an apartment in St. Petersburg, either. Or in Birmingham.

On my Soc. Sec. retirement, I could afford affordable senior rental housing, but I’m toward the back of a very long waiting list in Key West – 2-5 years they said, when I put in my application about 3 months ago. Hitchhiking, as a way of life; sleeping outside, or wherever is available, is what I meant to describe in today’s post. That would be seriously different.

I’m 72 years old. There is nothing I can do about what is going down on this planet. There is nothing I can do about what is going down in Key West, or in the Florida Keys. I proved the latter two venues are not open to creative, out of the box, perspectives and solutions, by running for public office 8 times down here, and you yourself told me I was not a viable candidate. My ideas were viable, but dead on being spoken, as far as the people hearing those ideas were concerned. It’s more fun for me to poke the establishment, than to try to change it. I does not want to change. It fights, and will fight, attempts to change it, with all its might.

As for Kari, she is on her own transit, and, yes, she has to make the calls for herself. How that’s going to go, how it will go for her and me, I have no clue. Mystery and surprise are super intense in paradise mating relationships, which simply are so outside the box that they are not even of this world.

Meanwhile, I have no clue if I will wake up tomorrow on this planet. I don’t have a clue what lies ahead, and I don’t know anyone who does. The planet could burp tonight, and toss all living creatures, small and large, into the atmosphere, and that would rearrange everything on this world. Angels could start doing inside of everyone what they have done, and still are doing, inside of me, and that would rearrange everything on this world. That’s way outside the box.

Maybe more later …

P.S. I lay down for a nap, dreamed of a number of Key West goings on I need to attend. My travel agents’ (the angels) way of telling me their itinerary for me. I’m their conscripted pack donkey, so it don’t look like I’m hitchhiking out of here any time soon. That’s way out of the box, too – being bossed around and corrected by angels.

Mother Nature lover/activist amigo Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiatry, replied to yesterday’s bitten and other angry birds and drunk mosquitoes vagrant arts and spiced up crafts productions, Key West of Weird post at goodmorningkeywest.com:

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SLOAN: read it all –what a morass –swamp of pitfalls.
I just had a patient –younger than Kari—break out of her
second Rehab–drinking and disappeared–helping another therapist
we moved heaven and hell to get her in –and now —she tossed it all away–

Don’t try to define falling in love –it is an elevator in free fall—In 81 years
I have done much and experienced much –enriched by adding all my patients as well.!
If you are reasonably healthy –most important and also significant a place to live.
Kari responsible for her own dilemmas—.
but I know you feel them —–Hang in life changes –to goodness knows what –IMPROVES ==
hopefully —–best wishes most seriously–fight against injustice both of us;;;;;Jerry

I replied:

Hi, Jerry – I don’t know how to define love; it seems to define itself, and, yes, it can be free fall. However, I know it when I feel it; it’s palpable. And, it’s not of this world. The dark spirits hate love, do all possible to kill it, or at least twist it to their advantage.

The Sufi poet Rumi wrote, once, “What you call love is but subtle degrees of domination. Love is like the moon in the window, it’s just there.” Paradise mating proves that ad nauseam. Not for the faint-hearted. Not of this world, but on it, which is what makes it so “exquisite” – other adjectives also applicable, given the mood in any particular moment and situation the couple are having.

I am not mostly healthy. I have had a crippling bowel disorder since I was 26 years old. It onset overnight, with no prior warning. It really acts up when the spirit work is heavy, which is the case now. I’m watching the clock tick down, wondering if there will be an 11th hour “rescue,” but not holding my breath. Been in this place too many times, to be holding my breath.

I feel no responsibility to try to save the planet, or people, or Kari. I do feel responsibility to do my best with each thing I am arranged to engage. That’s my spiritual discipline. Simple. But hardly easy, and often seriously complicated. A different drum beat than the drums mainstream beats. Not of this world drum beat, actually, while still on this world.

Sloan

Jerry wrote:

Hi Sloan: “if one advances –confidently- in the direction of his dreams
and endeavors to live the life he has imagined”—he has a chance –of
meeting ” with success unexpected in common hours.” ” If a man does not keep pace with his companions it is because he hears a different drummer” it is best to advance in that direction—however counter culture it may be. (-advice—just for you and me partially from Henry David Thoreau.)

You have irritable bowel syndrome —unless you might have many of the many of the bowel entities like– Crohn’s disease but unlikely–yours seems classic emotionally based —-we all have some stress disorder.–unless we aren’t really living… have a decent evening—or a good one—Jerry ..

I replied:

Hi, Jerry – irritable bowel syndrome, Crohn’s disease, the name don’t change how it feels. Dream around 4 a.m. today pointed to the time when it hit me out of the blue. I was clerking for a federal judge in Birmingham, mixed up inside about my future. I had come to want to be a country lawyer, when I was in law school. But my father and his father had had a tizzy about that, and the federal judge’s law clerk quit suddenly, I heard about it, and applied for the position and was hired. I was still in a tizzy about my infant son dying not long before.

Anyway, I was not making progress toward deciding what I was going to do after the clerkship ended, and my bowel locked up, and that increased the stress dramatically.

Finally, I decided to go to work for my father’s company, instead of practice law, which was a total cop out. 4 years of that, I was in serious trouble emotionally, mentally, spiritually. I quit, was taken on by a small local law firm. But the damage apparently was done. The bowel trouble was now part of me, it responded poorly to anything I tried, medically, dietetic, exercise, meditation, psychotherapy. That’s what finally led to my stopping practicing law and going off into the wild blue yonder, hoping to find a cure in the alternative healing arenas, which never happened.

I had a dream this morning, about going to Paris. Back when my clerkship was winding down, and the judge told me that going to work for my father was a bad idea. My wife thought it was a bad idea, too. The judge offered to let me clerk another year, if I wished. But I felt I needed to move ahead, and staying on as his law clerk would cause further difficulties for me, psychically and otherwise.

My wife, hoping to help me come to my senses, persuaded me to go with her on a 1 month trip to Scotland and parts of Europe, including Paris. When we reached New York City, we flew up to Albany to see one of my college fraternity brothers, who had married a New York City girl. I had been part of them meeting each other. He had been really wowed that I wanted to be a country lawyer, instead of something more “conventional”. But by this time, I was way past that, or so I thought.

From Albany, back to NY City. On one day there, I bumped into two other college fraternity brothers, at different times, figure the odds of that. Both were living in NY City, working for Wallstreet law firms. That night, we dined, as prearranged, with another of my fraternity brothers, also in NY City practicing law. Hello? Duh. I still didn’t get the message.

So, off to Scotland, where, by and by, we ended up at St. Andrews, and I just had to play a round of golf, even though I had not been playing and my game was not good. So, well, yep, I ended up playing with two Scotsmen about my father’s age, one a lawyer, the other a playwright. They were kind and gracious. It was a lovely outing, even though I played as I had expected. Still, I didn’t get it.

From Scotland, to London, to catch a flight to Paris, and so on down to the French Rivera, then to Italy, then to Austria, then to Germany, then to Denmark, then to America, to go to work for my father’s company, the dumbest thing I may ever have done in this life, so far.

The angels, of which I knew nothing back then, sure did try to get my attention. The “penalty” was horrific. Just one example, of many examples I could give today, of why, when the angels tell me to do something, or not to do something, or to do something differently, I do my best to comply.

Meanwhile, the clock is ticking toward my not having a place to live, and not being able to afford another place. The physical strain is grave. My heart is being spun all over the place (Kari). Her mother is freaking out about me. It ain’t that I’m the sort of guy any girl’s mom wants for a “son in law”. I’ve been there before, it’s familiar.

And, I’m getting plenty well intended advice about Kari, from concerned friends who probably feel about her about like her mother feels about me. The problem all the way around is, yep, the angels. They have their own way, and it never has seemed to jive with the human way.

Paris also represents love to me. I woke up this morning, hearing the song, “April Love”.

In a nap dream yesterday afternoon, I had a bunch of unidentified stuff lined up for me in Key West. I told Kari later, the dream left me feeling I’m not scheduled to leave Key West anytime soon.

The angels are clowns. I feel awful. I have very little money. I am spirit-blocked from making a living wage doing that I’m good a doing. The angels have coupled me with Kari, who has her own steep row to hoe. The streets of Key West beckon me, again.

The angels are clowns, and I’m their fool :-). It’s been that way a long time. Maybe they will have mercy on me. I sure could use a bit, translates to a lot, of relief.

Sloan

lawyer
P.S. irony – Not a day passes, that I don’t give someone, or someones, in Key West or the Florida Keys, legal advice, gratis. I’m a country lawyer, for this area sure is out in the sticks.

Also, I’m a playwrite. Jesus, Jerry. Yesterday brought the 2800th post at goodmorningkeywest.com, which came on online in July 2007. That’s a stage unlike any I ever saw or heard tell of. As was goodmorningfloridakeys.com, when it was active – it came online later in 2007. And then came online goodmorningbirmingham.com.

I was having trouble getting into bigpinekey.com’s Coconut Telelgraph forum, and yesterday I used a county library computer to try to go there, and lo and beyold, that website no longer. My friend who ran it since 2002, “Deer Ed,” who built goodmorningkeywest.com for me, and showed me how to use it, and then he built goodmorningfloridakeys.com, has quit. He was burned out. Posted there that he is taking a “Black Sabbatical”, but he hopes to return, someday.

Might be more in play than that. Might be, Deer Ed promoted his readers taking anoynomous cheap shots at any and every one. Might be, he told his readers the right wing columnist, From the Right (FTR), was not paying for air time on the Coconut Telegraph, which was not true. He was paying the same amount I paid for air time there.

Karma has funny ways of playing out, and often the happy recipient never connects the dots.

This morning in the parking lot at Winn-Dixie, Marnie Brown, who has operated the Good Foods Conspiracy Health Food Store on Big Pine Key since the early 1980s, I was a steady customer there, when I lived on Little Torch Key, attacked me verbally, as I was talking with Kari. What, I’m trying to help the homeless again? Give them all of my money again? No, I said, I don’t have any money to give to them. What, you gave it all away, again? Yeah, pretty much, I said.

Kari said, something else was bothering Marnie. I agreed. Maybe my being with Kari. But Kari said, maybe something I wrote about somone else, which Marnie didn’t like. Maybe she’s friends with Randi Cohen Brown, or related to her. [Randi is the Executive Director of Southern Assistance Homeless League, which operates KOTS, Key West’s homeless shelter.] I said I doubted that, but there was something chewing Marnie. I said I heard she is selling Good Foods Conspiracy.

To my knowledge, Jerry, I never did anything to Marnie, which would have caused her to come at me like that – she was vicious, kinda like my landlady. And, she bills herself as a Reverend. And she has told me she voted for me, when I ran for county commission. And she wished I would not talk about angels and my dreams as candidate forums. I told her, what, she wanted me to lie? And, she being a New Age healer, why did she have problems with me talking about angels and dreams?

What a life I live. The angels have no scruples, when it comes to testing me.

You might like this, which mi amigo Todd German sent on Facebook today. I told Todd that Einstein kinda reminds me of Mark Twain.

Mark Twain on lightning

Todd German Safari

Todd German

www.omgfacts.com
Hmm, this Einstein guy was pretty smart and had some pretty great ideas.

And you might like this, which mi amigo Nick Anderson sailed over this morning.

I'd rather eat with bums

April fool

Deer Ed started using that dancing fool to portray me, after some of his regular readers started calling me “The Fool on Little Torch (FOLT).

Ciao,

Sloan
sloanbashinsky@outlook.com

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Mother Nature lover/activist Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiarty, replied to yesterday’s paradise mating, Key West recruitment poster cop, USA War Joy, Inc. post at goodmorningkeywest.com:

Sloan; we will just hope –with you– that Kari gets into rehab. and if so
she will find it compatible with her life’s objectives and her immediate goals
certainly—:.(.one step at a time.) —–Jerry

I replied:

Kari didn’t do it today. Rehab is up to Kari, can’t say I blame her for not wanting to do it, and ending up in jail and maybe even prison afterward, for probation violation: she wasn’t supposed to drink. I have plenty of alligators and crocodiles of my own nipping at me, having nothing to do with her. Hard to imagine how I can sustain a relationship with a woman, given said alligators and crocodiles.

Jerry wrote:

SLOAN: there is nothing very easy about life ; just don’t get bitten too badly or at all.
you will have to tread so carefully —I am immersed with a load of difficult
stuff of all sorts right now.—I wish us both luck -seriously—Jerry

I replied before dawn this morning:

Hi, Jerry –

I don’t see how to live on this world and not get bitten badly, many times. Avoiding being bitten is avoiding living.

Kari said last night at Bayview Park, that she’s still trying to figure out why we fell in love. I said there is no way to figure that out. The mind has no clue about such matters; as someone once wrote, “The heart has its reasons that reason knows nothing of.”

I went over to Bayview to see Kari, because I missed her, and she had called to say her probation officer had called earlier in the day, demanding a face to face at 8 a.m. today. Kari said, if she had not given me permission to use her name and tell her stories, her probation officer would not know what I published, but since she did give me permission, here we are.

In fact, just my stupid mystic opinion, Kari’s stories, and her and my story, and many of my stories, are far more important, in the human-cosmic sense, than anything I deal with politically in Key West and the Florida Keys.

I told Kari last night, that I’d been having it out with the angels yesterday, for their going about dealing with her troubles in a secular way, when the angels have all along told me there is no secular cure to spiritual disorders. I said, 5 times she’s done rehab, the traditional way, and even more times counting being in jail, and it didn’t stop her from drinking. Confining her again will produce a different result? Isn’t a definition of insanity, doing the same thing over and over, and expecting a different result? :-)

After visiting with Kari yesterday morning and learning she had not gotten onto the city bus and gone to Marathon, to try to get into the Guidance Clinic, I was flooded with the basics of paradise mating, a subject I broached in yesterday’s post, and have broached from time to time in posts at my websites. At the top of the flood yesterday was, if an Adam man and an Eve woman selected by angels to enter a paradise mating ritual stick with it, ride it through, rough as it can be to do that, the fate of humanity is altered; the curse of Eve, re the fall story in Genesis, is undone, it’s gone; humanity can move forward, again.

Of course, I hardly expect anyone to believe that. How could anyone believe that, who has not had my experiences, seen what I have seen, heard what I have heard, felt what I have felt? I told two good vicious van dweller friends at Higgs Beach last night, that 90-95 percent of what I experience, I experience with the angels alone, because when something happens, people see it one way, and I see it another way, because the angels changed me to see it another way.

Kari is on the precipice, the brink, the edge, of seeing most things that happen another way. My friend, Brenda, in north Georgia, sees many things another way, from how everyone else she knows, but me, sees things that happen. That’s what happens to people who, like Brenda, are in shaman training. There is no way a shaman can continue to see life in the way the shaman saw life before shaman training began.

Kari has told me several times, the reason she stopped painting people’s auras, which she is able to see when she takes the time to see their auras, is because she saw one person’s aura, it was red and weird shaped, and she painted it, and a day or so later, that person was killed in an automobile wreck. Kari said she didn’t want to know when people were going to die. She did not want to be the messenger for that. So she quit painting people’s auras.

Kari told me a while back of how a Native American fellow, a Seminole, as I recall, taught her how to do a rain dance. To prepare, required a bird giving her a feather, which she would use in the ceremony. Once she had the bird’s feather, she could do the ceremony anytime, and it would rain. A bird gave her a feather.

Kari said mother was complaining about how dry it was in Missouri. So, Kari did the rain dance, and pointed the feather at the part of Missouri where her mother lived. A deluge came, and it kept coming, and her mother said it was way too much rain, it needed to stop, but Kari didn’t know how to stop it, because she had not asked the Native American how to stop it. Kari said, when she saw him again, she asked if there was a dance to stop the rain, and he said, yes, but she had not asked him how to do that dance, so …

Kari told me last night, after it started raining hard, and we had run for shelter under the awnings at Horace O’Bryant Middle School, across the street from Bayview Park, that she had done a rain dance for Key West the other day.

I had been complaining about having to use Florida Keys Aqueduct Authority water to irrigate my garden plot in the GLEE garden at May Sands School, because I had learned when I gardened on my land on Little Torch Key, that my vegetable plants liked rainwater far better than Aqueduct water, and I had learned the same thing when I had gardened on the mainland: vegetable plants far prefer rainwater to municipal treated water.

The GLEE garden has two rainwater collectors (cisterns), which are attached to pipes, which are attached to the roof gutters, which trap rainwater and fill the cisterns. The cisterns were empty, after so long without rain here. The fresh water lens under the school yard, which for many years has provided fresh water, via a hand pump, was not pumping water. The deluge last night replenished the cisterns, and perhaps the lens.

Let’s take that a bit further. Let’s ponder what a rain dance majeure, even greater than the one Kari produced in Missouri, might do to Key West and the Florida Keys. Let’s ponder a monsoon such as many places on this planet experience for months on end. Let’s ponder the effect that would have on, hmmm, tourism – exponential decrease – :-). Let’s ponder, hmmm, the effect that would have on the local mosquito population – exponential increase. Let’s ponder, hmmm, the effect that would have on ocean salinity, and how that would effect the fishes and sea vegetation.

Yesterday afternoon, a fellow and I intersected on our bicycles, he knew me, but I did knot know him – fame has its ups and downs. He asked what I thought about the genetically-altered mosquitoes, which are getting so much attention today in the Florida Keys? Just today, in the Key West Citizen [keysnews.com], is an article on that. I said, I’d always heard it ain’t smart to fuck with Mother Nature; it ain’t smart to piss her off. Her mosquitoes serve her ends, they are here for a reason, her reason. The fellow said he agreed.

I told Kari last night, before the deluge came, that it makes no sense whatsoever that the angels put her and me together, for us to be controlled by what angels view as having no chance of helping humanity, or us. It goes against all the angels have taught me, for Kari and I to be driven, controlled, by human thinking and ways.

I tell Kari repeatedly, what I told my vicious van dweller criminals at Higgs Beach yesterday afternoon: that angels do not think like human beings, nor does God, and that’s the problem, because human beings try to get angels and God to think like human beings.

This situation I’m in where I am living, which has me moving out at the end of this month and being homeless, is bizarre. I did what any sane person would do. When the Latvian living here with his Latvian wife got drunk and attacked her and this house, I called the cops. And for doing that, and for later that day telling the Latvian I was thinking about reporting him to US Immigration, to have him sent back to Latvia where he belongs, I was told I had to move out. The other men living here sided with the owner of this house. The cops sided with her, when she told them to go away.

Kari said my landlady is nuts. That is correct. I told Kari of when Brenda lived here in the fall of 2005, at my landlady’s request. My landlady had told me that she needed help with housekeeping and yard work, to get the house and grounds back in shape, after taking 3 1/2 feet of saltwater during Hurricane Wilma. I, too, lived here part of that time, but part of that time I was in Birmingham. Brenda came down from north Georgia, on Greyhound, to help my landlady.

Brenda reminded me last night, that my landlady’s niece, who lived in New Orleans, after Katrina had plastered that area, came here to stay with her aunt for a couple of weeks. Fantasy Fest was in swing. The niece went there one night, and then came back to her aunt’s house, saying she had been raped at Fantasy Fest. Brenda then watched the aunt, my landlady, attack her niece, beating her with her hands and arms. Then, the police were called. They came, took the niece to the hospital, to be examined, for rape. No mention of my landlady beating her.

When I told Kari that last night, she said my landlady is nuts.

She attacked me in that same way, several times, after I called the cops on her Latvian fellow tenant, because I was not willing to wait to see if he was going to beat his wife up, or kill her; because I was not willing to wait to see if he was going to do even more damage to this house. And it’s me who is being evicted. Is that some weird version of the Stockholm syndrome? My landlady sided with the fellow who attacked his wife and this house. Actually, right after that attack, my landlady was screaming at the Latvian’s wife, demanding to know what she had done to her husband, to cause him to attack her and this house.

What caused it was he was drunk, and he is mentally deranged, perhaps from combat in Iraq, he was with NATO there, I was told by a mutual friend. But then, he often has said, plenty loud, that he’s a man, and men have a right to get drunk whenever they want, and to be loud whenever they want. The night I was told to leave, immediately, my landlady brought out a bottle of vodka, a very big bottle, and offered it to the Latvian, told him to drink all he wanted, to get as drunk as he wanted to get. Are we having fun yet, Jerry?

The Lativan and his wife drank steadily yesterday and the day before, starting mid-morning. I figure something is going to happen. It has to happen. Only when will it happen?

Kari, others, are hoping my landlady will have a change of heart, and tell me I don’t have to move out. One of the vicious van dweller criminals asked me yesterday, if I could grovel before my landlady, tell her I was sorry, I had fucked up, even though I didn’t mean it? Not a chance, I said. It would be a lie. Soul prostitution. Besides, I don’t want to live here any more. I’d be insane to want to live here any more. I’d be insane to stay here.

I told Kari last night, a peace came over me yesterday, when I understood there is no way I can live on the street in Key West again. Been there, done that, several times. There is no reason for me to do it again. If it comes to that, I’ll just fill my backpack with the bare essentials and start walking, out of the Keys, with my thumb out. I have done plenty of hitchhiking. I liked hitchhiking. I met lots of interesting people hitchhiking, who I didn’t have to stick with for long. I’d just disappear. Key West would not hear from me again.

I told the vicious van dweller criminals yesterday, although I know and love a lot of people here, and I would not want any of them harmed, if Key West simply disappeared, was no longer, it would not bother me in the least. I could care less what comes of this place, which thinks it is so important. This city has no clue what is important. Humanity has no clue what is important.

Although it would be hell for homeless people, if Key West enjoyed a several months monsoon, it would be great for Mother Nature. I don’t know if Kari is inclined to do that kind of rain dance. I don’t know if the angels would cooperate with that kind of rain dance. But it would be a side-splitting howler, if they did cooperate, and she did it, and Key West and the Florida Keys received, not 40 days and nights of rain, but 6 months of it. Every year.

Meanwhile, Kari meets with her probation officer this morning. Maybe that gets Kari back in jail. Where she will dry out. She said, the last time she was in jail, right after Sheriff Ramsay was elected, she was in there for violation of her probation, she was given a blanket and put into a cell, and allowed to go into the DTs and detox for 3 days, without any medical intervention, and without being allowed to bathe, and then they gave her Valium, so she could sleep and would shut up asking to be able to bathe and be given something to help her sleep.

Kari said, after she was dried out, the lady who ran the jail laundry specifically requested Kari work in the laundry, where Kari had worked before, because Kari was a good worker, did what she was given to do, did not need supervision. That’s when Sheriff Ramsay came through there, with an entourage of important people, as he showed them the best, he said, correction facility in Florida.

I was not able to sleep when I was locked up, without being given something to sleep. I got myself locked up, by telling a story I ought to have known better to tell in a hospital. Suddenly, I was not just a patient. I was a threat to myself and to everyone else. I was put on a locked ward, given pills, which nearly killed me.

One of the vicious van dweller criminals asked me last night, what meds I am on? I was astounded. He reads my daily ravings. And he thinks I’m on meds? I said as much. He mentioned your and my emails. You are a psychiatrist. I said you had never treated me. I had only met you a year and a half ago. I take 2 aspirins, when I hurt really bad. I don’t drink. I don’t take anything else.

I said, in a past life, I treated psychiatrists, psychologists, licensed clinical social workers, spiritual healers, gurus, shamans, who came to me for help, when nothing else was working for them. I was the doctor of last resort. And they got help, if they were so desperate that they believed only I could help them. I told them I could not help them, but God could. And in that way, they got to meet God, or God’s angels, which was an eyeopener. Some of them stuck with it a while, and some of them bolted. In the end, they all bolted.

That was what I did, I said, before I was sent to Key West, to get involved in politics.

Now, Jerry, the angels have put an emanation of Eve before me, Adam. And I’m getting turned every which a way but loose by that, which happened the other 7 times I was paired with an Eve emanation. Each time was different from the other times. Each time, it was the woman, me, and the angels, and nobody around us was in on it. It was not of this world. The woman had a rough go of it, as she was not accustomed to not being able to get her way. I didn’t care for it either, but I knew there was nothing I could do but ride it out.

I just can’t get a 6 month monsoon out of my thoughts. Hilarious. If it happens. Hilarious.

Ciao,

Rasputin

drunk mosquito

P.S.

Over a huge Cuban egg, ham and cheese sandwich ($3.95) in the Winn-Dixie cafe a little while ago, I told Kari about the genetically-altered mosquito debate, and she said she gets chomped plenty by mosquitoes. I said the debate is over a different breed of mosquito, which causes dengue fever. Kari said, regardless, mosquitoes that bite her get drunk, and then fly off and have bad accidents. Or get eaten by birds more easily, I added. Yes, she said, and everyone getting and staying drunk would be a great way to control mosquitoes down here, and for me to publish that. I cracked up, laughing. Said, indeed I would publish it.

We talked about other stuff, which will remain classified. And, I said, it is a good thing if her probation officer is reading what I publish; in that way, she is getting to know the real Kari. As is her, Kari’s, mother.

Kari said, she thought she would just tell her probation officer today, it’s really hard being homeless. Especially, if your criminal record won’t let you get a job that will get you off the street, nor can you sleep at KOTS [the city’s homeless shelter], or get into Florida Keys Outreach Coalition or Samuel’s House get back on your feet programs for women. The way this has worked out for Kari, there is no way she can get back on her feet for so long as she is in the grip of the criminal justice system. And she cannot move elsewhere, unless she has a fixed address there. Without that, her probation officer and the court will keep her based in Monroe County.

Well, this is a fact. Kari, all by her lonesome, by telling me of her own experiences with being homeless, being in jail, staying at KOTS, volunteering at KOTS, being on probation, which I have reported, has shed more public light on that arena than any person I know, except myself. Between us, we have given the local public more information about this arena than they ever got in the local mullet wrappers, or from their local governments and elected officials. What becomes of that, of course, is not in our hands. We got the news out there; that’s what we were/are supposed to do. Neither of us is holding our breath that it will cause any change. We’d be insane to think anything we say about it will bring change.

By the way, Brenda also knows how to do a rain dance. She did one for the lower Keys during the drought which followed Hurricane Wilma. The torrential rain cleansed the roots of the wild and domestic plants, and helped them recover from the salt poisoning, which was slowly killing them, after Wilma’s tidal surge had covered those islands.

Imagine Brenda and Kari each doing rain dances for annual force majeure monsoons in Key West and the Florida Keys. Imagine the invasive species (humans) moving back to the mainland. Imagine how much Mother Nature would appreciate that. Kari smiled when I suggested she do such a rain dance. I don’t have to ask Brenda how she feels about it. She had all of Key West and KOTS and Samuel’s House and Florida Keys Outreach Coalition and my landlady she could stomach, the several times she tried to live here.

But then, perhaps I’m not being fair, bringing Brenda into this discussion. She’s an empath. She feels in her body everything going on in people around her, and even at a distance. It causes her all sorts of physical distress. A barometer for humanity, Brenda is a living testament to just how screwed up human beings are. She calls me often, complaining about this or that ache or sickness, and as we talk about this and that going on in her life, or my life, the malaise lifts from her and dissolves. Then comes the next fun thing. It’s the same for me. I absorb (am bitten by) everything. It’s like being bitten by a rattlesnake or cobra. Swallowing poison. Then the fun begins.

I was told in dreams last night to mount today’s post from Missouri (Kari), Oranges (Florida, sunshine), and the Keys. I tossed in Brenda, gratis :-).

The other evening at Higgs Beach, I met a new vicious van dweller criminal, here for just a few days. After hearing me say my dreams tell me what’s coming my way, or how to deal with what is already in front of me, or how to deal with it differently, he said, my dreams are visions. I said he was the first person who’d ever said that about my dreams, which is what they are: visions. Except they happen when I’m sleeping. That way, I can’t get locked up for hearing voices. But then, I said, I also have visions when I’m not sleeping, but much less often. But then, Brenda and Kari dream like I do, and they also have waking visions. That happens to people after the angels start messing with them.

Kari just called to say her probation officer said she needs to get a fixed address, to stay out of prison. How can Kari get a fixed address, when she has no place that is fixed to lay down her head at night? No place but her P.O. Box next to the Winn-Dixie, to receive mail? When she cannot stay at KOTS? Those are rhetorical questions, pointing out the madness.

Kari said she told her probation officer that she had met me, Sloan. Her probation officer said, oh, she sees me at city commission meetings, she hears what I say during citizen comments, she thinks I’m nuts. By the angels’ standard, all humans are insane. Maybe that’s a more relevant “theory” of relativity :-).

Ciao

P.P.S.

One thing that came back to bite me big time here where I live, was telling my landlady I had let Kari stay in the carport for a few hours one night, after she had been harassed by local police for half that night. Kari was gone before dawn. Well, after the Latvian attacked his girlfriend and this house, and after I called the cops, and then told the Latvian I was thinking about going to immigration about him, which I have not yet done, that’s when my landlady lit into me for putting her life at risk for letting Kari stay a few hours out in the carport. I heard about that plenty. I heard my landlady tell other people about it, plenty. And about how that sweet Latvian man, oh, he just got drunk one night and scared the living hell out of her and she screamed at him for about half hour; but she smoothed it over the next morning, fixed him breakfast, told him he was a good boy, and to behave; and I told her the boozing and other chemical usage was going to cause problems; and within 10 minutes the Latvian and his wife were yelling at each other, and he attacked her and this house. I couldn’t find my landlady. So, I called 911. What any sane, responsible person would have done.

Maybe a sane, responsible person would have gone to city code enforcement, too. The fellow who runs that department is a good friend of mine, Jim Young. Maybe he’d like to visit and check out this unlicensed boarding house, at which seven people, counting the landlady, currently live and pay rent to her. Maybe the landlady owes the city some back fees. Maybe she is renting spaces which do not meet city code standards, such as having running water.

Brenda

Brenda had a dream yesterday, that seemed to be about things here getting a bit more spiced up.

tattoos

That’s a horseshoe on Kari’s flank, and Vagrant on my arm.

Ciaosky,

Kari said last night that she’d like to see some of my art. I said it drew itself, when it wanted to draw itself. I was just the scribe. Drawn on the diagonal, the paintings hang on the top left or right point, depending on which diagonal they choose to present themselves. Tilt your screen so the appropriate top point is up, to see how they hang. Some selections.

Devil or Angel

Mustang Sally

Higgs Beach party

cross-pollination

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Kari and Sloan

On the Sloan/Kari front, a Facebook thread started the day before yesterday:

Tim Ousley's photo.
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  • Sloan Bashinsky Thanks, Tim. Propitious evening with Kari, you, Bob, Rich and other vicious vehicle dweller criminals . Maybe more later.
  • Tim Ousley Here are the photos from Sunday afternoon.

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  • Sloan Bashinsky I met Kari at Burger King this morning; she was wasted. She got that way yesterday, mostly after these photos were taken by Tim at Higgs Beach. Her last time to drink, she said, before going to the Guidance Clinic in Marathon today, by city bus. Not entirely clear that she has been cleared to go into their rehab program, again. I told her I wanted to see her after she was inside and was straightened out. She got onto her bicycle and left. Not happy. Nor was I. But my dreams last night were clear. For me, the photos show the potential, and the love. Booze is a killer, of many things. And, it masks what was killed, which led to medicating with booze. Time will tell how this goes. Right now, I have all on my personal plate that I can say grace over. And I can’t say I’m thrilled with the Key West and Florida Keys scene, but nothing I can do about either, right now. One foot ahead of the other, chop wood, carry water.
  • Sloan Bashinsky Kari just called me. She had told me at Burger King that she had not had a dream last night, but she said she had. If she goes to the Guidance Clinic, when she comes out, she will be put in shackles and sent to prison, where, she said, she will be for 5 years. I said, maybe not that long. She said, maybe she would get out earlier, maybe in 3 years, for serving good time. I reminded her that she had been told in a dream about a week ago to turn herself in, and we had talked about her ending up back in the county jail, if she completed rehab, for having violated the terms of her probation. She said she didn’t feel it was fair, getting that much time, when other people have done much worse, who are not even in jail, or in prison. I said I agreed, but there was nothing I could do about that, and what was going on between her and me was killing me, too, and I had to deal with what was in front of me now, which she knows is plenty, and she is worried about it, for me. Nothing she can do about that, though. I talked with her mother for the first time yesterday morning. Seemed to me like a good talk. I told her, Kari drying out would only be the first step. She needed a lot more help than that. I had in mind the angels healing her, or hoping they would, but I knew going back to jail might be in play. Kari’s mom seems to be reading my daily posts at goodmorningkeywest.com. What a trial, for all of us. I hope there’s a silver lining, and a gold lining, too.
  • Sloan Bashinsky Dianne Baker Lawson, who liked the first of Tim’s photo’s in this FB thread, is my first wife, the mother of my three children, one of whom, a boy, died in infancy. His younger sisters came to me in a dream about a month or more ago, with a guinea pig, and said to me, “Love”. That dream, coupled with several other dreams, some involving my daughters and also Dianne, pointed me to give my budding friendship with Kari chance to blossom into a paradise mating relationship, which is not something that can be understood by anyone who has not experienced it, because it is arranged and run by angels. My novel, HEAVY WAIT, A Strange Tale, is about paradise mating. Amazon.com has it in trade paperback and kindle, and in Spanish at amazon.com.es

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  • Sloan Bashinsky Any of my readers who read HEAVY WAIT see resemblances between it and Kari’s and my relationship. As might they see the resemblances between HEAVY WAIT and this fairly recent photo over Asheville, North Carolina, where my younger daughter lives, which I knew, when I first saw it on Facebook, was a supernatural being coming down to earth, and later I understood Kari and/or her and my relationship is an emanation of that being.

Asheville

I didn’t see anything about Key West or the Florida Keys in today’s Key West Citizen (keysnews.com), which stirred me to want to engage it.

However, something several vicious van dweller criminals and I discussed yesterday afternooon at Higgs Beach did stir me.

They said, the other day, I don’t know how I missed it, KWPD officer Gary Lee Lovette

Gary Lee Lovette

was on the front page of the Citizen, with two other KWPD officers, on motorcycles, as poster boys for recruiting new police officers to KWPD.

Gary Lee is the cop who led the cop charge to kill Charles Eimers on South Beach, at the Atlantic Ocean end of Duval Street, on Thanksgiving Day, 2013, all of which gore and cover up and perjury was exquisitely broken and covered in Key West the Newspaper (thebluepaper.com). For access to all Blue Paper articles by Naja and Arnaud Girard on the in-custody death of Charles Eimers click here.

Charles Eimer's take down

The discussion at Higgs Beach yesterday afternoon migrated to our once again wondering what in the world the city’s insurance carrier is thinking, still insuring the city, knowing that Gary Lee Lovette is still on the police force?

It was because of Gary Lee, and damning statements he made during the killing of Charles Eimers, and afterward, and because of his being armed, in uniform, and proud of it, during his deposition in the federal lawsuit brought by the Eimers family against Lovette and 12 other KWPD officers, and against the city, that the city’s insurance carrier settled the case for just under the $1,000,000 policy limits, much sooner than insurance companies tend to settle cases for damages filed against their clients.

We wondered why the insurance carrier had not already cancelled its coverage of the city, and given the city a refund of the unused insurance premium?

We also wondered what Gary Lee still being a KWPD cop says about Mayor Craig Cates and the six city commissioners and the city manager? Not pretty, Gary Lee Lovette being their poster boy cop. But they and their police chief, Donnie Lee, apparently think Gary Lee is beautiful.

Two syndicate USA War Joy, Inc. reports in today’s Citizen stirred me:

Iraq or bust

veterans against war 3

Nobel Peace Prize

Obama drones

US trains Iraqi forces as battle for Tikrit continues
Published March 22, 2015 Associated Press

As the U.S. mission to Iraq expands, so do its efforts to arm and train the country’s security forces to combat the Islamic State group, with large-scale operations continuing to recapture territory from the Sunni militants.

Hundreds of American advisers are working at the Camp Taji military base just north of Baghdad to train Iraqi forces on issues like weaponry and better coordination and integration of ground action with coalition airstrikes.

The goal, U.S. military officials say, is to teach the different divisions of the Iraqi military how to harmonize the operations of its various fighting units.

“This Iraqi commander … has a company worth of infantry soldiers, he’s got some armor assets from the Iraqi army, he’s got two helicopters that are flying … and then he’s got engineers and (explosive ordinance disposal),” said Maj. Russell Wagner, one of the U.S. officers conducting training.

They “are all out here working in unison in order to get him through this obstacle and into the town that lies beyond,” Wagner said.

In November, President Obama authorized the deployment of up to 1,500 more American troops to bolster Iraqi forces, which could more than double the total of U.S. forces to 3,100. The boost in advisers and trainers complements the air campaign launched by the U.S. in August 2014.

The Iraqi military has struggled to recover from its collapse in June when the Islamic State group captured country’s second-largest city, Mosul, and swept over much of northern Iraq. In the face of the advance, commanders disappeared. Pleas for more ammunition went unanswered. In some cases, soldiers stripped off their uniforms and ran.

Twelve U.S. advisory teams had been operating in Iraq since August, stationed in joint operations centers in Baghdad and Irbil, as well as in some of the outer provinces, including volatile Anbar province, which has been under partial control of the militant group since early 2014.

The Iraqi military — backed by at least 20,000 Shiite militiamen — is fighting to regain control of Saddam Hussein’s hometown of Tikrit, one of several predominantly Sunni towns to fall to the militants last year. It’s one of the first major operations in which the U.S.-led coalition is not taking part, with U.S. officials saying they weren’t ask to participate. Iranian advisers have played a prominent role on the front lines of Iraq’s Salahuddin province.

If Iraqi forces are unable to push IS back and recover lost territory, Obama would be faced with a choice of accepting failure in Iraq or committing U.S. combat troops — something both U.S. and Iraqi officials have spoken firmly against.

“The soldiers now are absolutely eager to learn, their leaders eager to learn,” said Lt. Col. John Schwemmer of the 5th Squadron, 73rd Calvary. “They are eager to get on the training lanes that we have here, to learn the skill they need to go against the enemy.”

At the Salahuddin command center at Tikrit University, ambulances come and go with a handful of Iraqi soldiers, injured in clashes with the Islamic State group. Operations to recapture Tikrit have been on hold for nearly a week, with Iraqi officials saying they’re trying to minimize casualties by not rushing the final assault.

At the provincial military headquarters, Iraqi soldiers sleep four to a room and pass the downtime by playing backgammon or volleyball — no soccer fields are available — or by listening to music.

Many of the young men fighting alongside the Shiite militias, known locally as Popular Mobilization Units, joined the battle last year when Iraq’s most revered Shiite cleric, Grand Ayatollah Ali al-Sistani, called upon Iraqis to defend their nation.

While the U.S. has been working to train Iraqi military brigades, it has not worked with the militias, since doing so would bring them uncomfortably close to Iran, which offers significant assistance to the various militias.

CIA director John Brennan said having the leader of Iran’s elite Quds Force direct Iraqi forces against the IS militants is complicating the U.S. mission. In an interview with “Fox News Sunday,” Brennan described Gen. Qassem Soleimani as being “very aggressive and active” in advising the Shiite militias, adding that he “wouldn’t consider Iran an ally right now inside Iraq.”

Some of the militia fighters had previously served with the Iraqi armed forces, but many have no previous combat experience.

Across the grounds of the university-turned-command center, several bodies lay decomposing on the pavement. The unburied corpses are allegedly of Islamic State militants, and senior military officials say they are kept there to raise fighter morale and remind them of victories past.

The men carry their weapons wherever they go — the mess hall, the latrine, even to bed. They realize their opponent has launched surprise attacks in the past.

“My wife and my kids were crying when I left, but I told them I am not afraid,” said Amjad Ali Karim, a 31-year-old member of the militias. “I’m trying not to think of how many days are passing because then it will cause me extreme grief.”

U.S. pullout from Afghanistan hinges on developing forces
March 22, 2015 Associated Press

WASHINGTON (AP) — The pace of U.S. troop withdrawals from Afghanistan will headline Afghan President Ashraf Ghani’s visit to Washington, yet America’s exit from the war remains tightly hinged to the abilities of the Afghan forces that face a tough fight against insurgents this spring.

President Barack Obama has promised to end the longest U.S. war — it began in the aftermath of the Sept. 11, 2001, terror attacks — and get the remaining troops out of Afghanistan by the end of his presidency. Deficiencies in the Afghan security forces, heavy casualties in the ranks of the army and police, a fragile new government and fears that Islamic State fighters could gain a foothold in Afghanistan have combined to persuade Obama to slow the withdrawal.

Instead of trimming the current U.S. force of 9,800 to 5,500 by the end of the year, U.S. military officials say the administration now might keep many of them there well into 2016. Obama had said that after that, the U.S. would only maintain an embassy-based security force in Kabul of perhaps 1,000 troops. But on Friday, Jeff Eggers of the White House’s National Security Council said that too could be changed. He said the post-2016 plan will be considered on an on-going basis.

At stake is the U.S. taxpayers’ more than $60 billion investment — so far — in the Afghan forces. The 327,000-member force performs much better than before, but still needs work.

While praising their ability to operate mostly independently and securing the nation during a protracted election, U.S. military officials say the Afghan forces still suffer from a host of problems: attrition, drug abuse, desertions, illiteracy, poor record-keeping, a lack of management and logistical skills, intelligence, a shortage of top-notch leaders and less-than-optimal cooperation between policemen and soldiers.

They also are suffering massive casualties as they ramp up operations.

More than 1,300 members of the Afghan army were killed in action and another 6,200 were wounded in action between October 2013 and September 2014, according to a report this month from the special inspector general for Afghan reconstruction. Casualties in the ranks of policemen are even higher. In nearly 14 years of fighting, at least 2,200 U.S. military service men and women have been killed.

“They are now leading the fight, but they still need our support, and that support is critical to enabling them to hold the key cities … and to hold off a still bubbling insurgency, particularly in the rural areas,” Michele Flournoy, former undersecretary of defense for policy, said last week at an event organized by the Alliance in Support of the Afghan People.

Afghan leaders also worry that Islamic State militants could push into the region and bring guns and money that would spark competition among insurgents disenchanted with the Taliban leadership and eager to prove their prowess with heinous acts of violence. Afghan and U.S. officials say some Afghan militants have rebranded themselves with IS, raising its black flag and even clashing with Taliban fighters.

Army Gen. John Campbell, the top U.S. commander in Afghanistan, told a congressional panel recently that the Afghans repeatedly ask the U.S. for close air support, which has been critical in their ability to fend off Taliban fighters battling to capture territory.

“What I tell the Afghans is, ‘Don’t plan your operation wholly dependent upon close air support. The Taliban doesn’t have close air support. The Taliban doesn’t have up-armored Humvees. The Taliban doesn’t have D-30 Howitzers. The Taliban doesn’t have, you know, the weapons that you have,’” Campbell said.

The Afghan Air Force, which currently has about 100 aircraft, is slated to receive 20 light-attack aircraft used for counterinsurgency, close air support and aerial reconnaissance, but more than half aren’t slated to arrive until 2017 and 2018.

“That’s another reason we need to continue to have this train, advise and assist (mission) for the next several years,” Campbell said.

Nearly 14 years after the U.S. invaded after 9/11 to root out al-Qaida and oust its host, the Taliban, Afghanistan remains a dangerous country.

The United Nations reports that 3,700 Afghan civilians were killed and another 6,850 were injured in the conflict last year, more than any year since it started documenting civilian casualties.

Going forward, lawmakers must weigh the risks that come with cutting the purse strings amid reports of wasteful spending, fraud and corruption. Rep. Walter Jones, R-N.C., suggested at a House committee hearing that the U.S. might want to “stop pounding money down the rat hole.”

“When that rat hole is Afghanistan,” he said, “the billions are essentially without end.”

So far, Congress has appropriated more than $60 billion to build, equip, train, and sustain the Afghan forces, and the Defense Department has asked for an additional $3.8 billion for fiscal 2016.

Robert Hathaway, former director of the Asia program at the Woodrow Wilson Center, said financing Afghanistan is likely to become a contest of endurance between the Taliban, and the U.S. taxpayer and members of Congress.

“I think inevitably — both because of fiscal pressures and because of the nature of the warfare in Afghanistan — we are going to see, a few years down the road, a smaller, leaner sleeker Afghan army,” Hathaway said. “Whether or not it will be a more effective army, I think, remains to be seen, but it’s going to be a very, very tough slog ahead.”

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Before Barack Obama was elected in 2008, I was told in my sleep that he had the potential to be the anti-Christ. After he accepted the Nobel Peace prize, while still waging G.W. Bush’s two evil wars, my bowel locked up, and it stayed locked up for a month, and then it released after a violent poem about what he had done erupted out of me during a Key West Poetry Guild first Sunday of the month meeting/reading.

Barack Obama was supposed to get America out of Iraq and Afghanistan right after he was elected the first time.

Can any American today, with a straight face, look in a mirror and tell him/herself that America should have invaded Iraq and Afghanistan? That was a facetious question. There are tens of millions of Americas who can do that, including George W. Bush.

George Bush visits wounded warrior 2George Bush visits wounded warrior

 

the beatings will continue

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psychiatrist interviews

Jerry Weinstock, M.D., Psychiatry, wrote:

SLOAN: starvation or malnutrition goes along with homelessness —
after awakening early in the AM–after a very rigorous day fishing yesterday–
( I cast with Jig Plugs for all my big game fish ) saw a first time (new) released documentary
on homelessness associated with malnutrition —it was so devastating I could only watch briefly.
from all over the world –kids 2 years old that weighed four pounds –spindly –edema –couldn’t even walk.
millions of them —all will die horribly-(-life –would be a brief ride of anguish and terror ) many aspects of homelessness
as those that hate their home of origin and can’t begin to have a decent life in the homes they feel tormented in.
Many aspects of –many facets of human misery. Have you noted many more HUMMERS on the streets and parking lots
of late…gas prices responsible–we will burn fossils no matter what.. my thoughts for this moment…–Jerry.
(good Blog )

I replied, re the local homeless dynamics:

Homeless addicts put their habits first, and since they have little money, that means food and nutrition suffer. And everything else suffers.

Addicts living inside also put their habits first, and everything else suffers, too, although perhaps food and nutrition not as much as with homeless people.

I told Kari that many of the homeless people using the soup kitchen would be better off dead, in my opinion. Absent miracles, that may be the only solution to solving many homeless people’s troubles.

I don’t advocate killing homeless people. The addicts among them are killing themselves, just more slowly than the Auschwitz method.

Kari is now at the point of falling on her own sword and trying to get into the Marathon Guidance Center’s detox-recovery, or going to the free medical clinic and trying to talk the doctor who runs it to put her into de Poo or the Guidance Clinic, or turning herself in to the sheriff for violation of her probation (drinking), or going into detox/DTs cold turkey on the street, which might, or will, kill her. Today and perhaps tomorrow look like a lot of fun because of that.

Then, I have the wee matter of living on the street myself starting the end of this month, if the angels don’t arrange something else.

It is the angels’ way to put me into situations that test me, for my own spiritual development. At my age, with my physical health, tests like these push me really hard physically, emotionally, mentally and in my soul. But as I said, it’s the angels’ way to do that with me.

One of my vicious van dweller criminal friends told me last night that I will be a sitting duck, living on the street here, because of all the commotion I have caused re the city police and the city government. I said there are homeless people who don’t like me, either, and I will be at risk to them, too.

Don’t see me continuing to publish, if I’m living on the street, but perhaps that’s too pessimistic. I can use the county library 6 days a week, and its wi-fi anytime. But I will need a safe place nearby to stash my laptop when I’m not using it.

One thing I do is eat as healthy as I can, given what kind of food is available so far from the mainland. I am a member of the GLEE organic garden now. I have my own plot, with plenty of kale and collard greens and fennel, and some mints. There are communal plots where I can graze. I’m probably getting better vegetables than 99.9 percent of the people living in the Keys.

My life could be worse, I have seen it much worse.

Nice Spring Equinox, ha, ha

Amiga Christine Russell wrote after bumping into me with Kari yesterday morning, at Burger King, and after reading yesterday’s divergent insurgency … barbaric tales de jour … the feminine cure, from Key West, the city with more bartenders per person than anywhere post at goodmorningkeywest.com:

Christine Russell

Hello Sloan!

It was so nice running into you and meeting Kari at Burger King this morning on our way to the Big Pine Flea Market.
There are a lot of people I miss seeing these days since I no longer attend city meetings like I used to. I will always love and care about the potential that Key West holds, but the meetings were overwhelming with little good or progress ever coming out of them.

You mention in your blog today, something I had intended to email you. You had mentioned a few days ago about offering your service to the city as the plan/create a homeless facility. You have a lot of experience with the homeless. You have been one of them. You know many of them. I really liked Commissioner Wardlow’s proposal of NOT spending money on another project until it is WELL THOUGHT OUT and PLANNED. ‘Our fair city’ (from Click and Clack if you know them) has a reputation of knee jerk reactions. They want to do something about a problem, they really do, but the solutions are either not well thought out, beaten to death, or the special interests insert their special interest – and nothing good happens.

So today I mentioned to you that instead of offering your service to the city in the planning and creation of a homeless facility, that you should not wait for an invitation that is not coming, but instead bullet point your thoughts and give them to the commissioners and mayor. And….. I want to contribute to your list of suggestions! So here we go!

* designing the homeless facility and any possible services should NOT be a top down (government/staff) process. It should be bottom up: Talk to the people who need and use the services – you and some of the homeless. We really don’t need to offer services that cost us money and they don’t want. And, talk to the people who work with the homeless – Soup kitchen staff/volunteers, SHAL, KOTS…..AND the SHERIFF & POLICE OFFICERS who deal with them daily. Get these important peoples thoughts and ideas! I met and talked with 2 nice officers the night of St Patty’s Day – I suggested they give their suggestions to their supervisors. They seemed to like that idea and had some good ideas right off the bat! Let’s face it, law enforcement is the group that has the biggest problem dealing with the homeless situation. I would not want to be a police officer in Key West.

* the homeless seem to like being outdoors and ‘camp’. Think back to the bridle path many years ago and more recently the camps along the golf course on US 1. So let’s let them camp! Find a parcel of land and they can camp – is there a less expensive alternative than this?! And it seems to be what many want. Now I am big on responsibility and accountability, so a little more structured camp concept could be camping designated ‘sites’ and ‘campers’ registered to a site with the expectation that the campers site would be cleaned up every morning. Usually an incentives works better than punishment for compliance – but I don’t have ideas about incentives at this time.

* if we must build some kind of a structure – what about something big and basic. I spent time in the Darien (jungle) in Panama in a large dormatories. A big room with cement floor and bunks 3 high. One was for men and the other for women. Outside were the bathrooms – very basic and water supplied by a stream. Something like this should be built eco-friendly with cisterns, passive cooling (breeze), a wind turbine (?) for lighting and any other cost saving measures. Homeless numbers are only going to sadly continue to grow. Possibly a building could be open air? 6 X 6’s supporting a V-crimp metal roof with gutters directing rainwater to a cistern. A concrete floor it could be hosed down. For beds? What do the have now cots? Or build bunk beds that could easily be moved or waterproof for hosing everything down. Devils advocates will talk about the need for AC. They will talk about mosquitoes. Well ‘campers’ have no AC and I assume there are bugs when one camps…I camp!

* ‘work adjustment’ There are those like Kari that want to work and break the cycle of homelessness, they need some help and a chance. They will probably never do it on their own- life becomes a downward spiral that they can not escape. Immediately after my brain surgery I took a job doing “work adjustment’ with persons with serious police records – pedophiles, robbery, acts involving guns. I don’t think I knew what I was getting into initially, but I became very successful at placing these individuals in jobs. Work adjustment involves teaching people universal job skills: showing to work daily, arriving on time, getting along with others including ones supervisor, producing in terms of quantity and quality. These persons were referred to my program at my facility where they came and ‘worked’ daily for no pay – we got free labor (I had to find the job tasks), and they gained skills and confidence. In the end of their program it was up to me to go out in to the community and find employers willing to give them a chance. It needed to be something they wanted to do and enjoyed (maybe ‘enjoy’ is too strong, but a job they did not hate or dread). After a position was found, I followed each of them – visiting them on the job, talking with their employer and with them – they needed that buffer and middle person as they became independent working individuals again. THIS link to jobs and support is a necessary component for the homeless if we are ever going to break the cycle with the possibility of reducing their numbers.

* communities must work together. One way bus tickets to Miami only burdens Miami, and I am certain other communities would try to push back and ‘pawn’ their homeless off on us in return. Can the problem ever be solved? I don’t think so, but working with other communities who have the same problem might produce some good ideas and working together is always easier than working independently :-)

Sloan – I hope you will consider using some of my ideas in you bullet points of ideas to forward on to our city officials. It is not “THEIR” problem. It is “OUR” problem. Sloan you have a LOT of really intelligent people who read your blog, many have experiences with the homeless, many care about this growing problem. One way or another it impacts us all with our tax dollars, finding them sleeping in our driveways, or growing tired of a government who seems to have no idea where to start in dealing with the problem. I hope you will invite your readers to contribute their suggestions.

Hope to see you again Sloan! It may be Burger King, but I doubt it will be a city commission meeting – though I might break down and attend one day again :-)

Your friend –
Christine

I replied:

Hi, Christine –

It was great seeing you and Bryan yesterday morning.

It remains my opinion, as long as homeless addicts are using their narcotic(s) of choice, there is no way they can turn around. I figure 90-95 percent of street people are active addicts. Kari is one of them. It’s pointless talking about helping them turn around, if they are using. All that can be done is provide them with food, clothing, medical treatment, access to toilets and sinks, and let them sleep when they are tired. Many of them appreciate having KOTS [the city’s homeless shelter] for sleeping at night, and taking a shower, albeit usually luke-warm or cold. Probably nearly as many will not use KOTS, for various reasons I can appreciate.

Kari is banned from KOTS. Her record makes her ineligible for Florida Keys Outreach Coalition and Samuel’s House’s women’s programs. She is using (alcohol), which also makes her ineligible for those two programs. How does she turn around, if she cannot sleep inside? If, because of her record, she cannot get a paying job, assuming she could do it, which would pay rent and buy groceries? Assuming such a job would pay that much, which I doubt.

I have no bullets, Christine, for solving the homeless problem society and homeless people face together, other than, as told Jerry Weinstock a little while ago, killing chronically homeless people. I do not advocate that solution, but, as I also told Jerry, many homeless people I see around here would be better off dead, in my opinion. Yet, there’s always the miracle factor, which sometimes comes into play. But I know no way to predict miracles.

Frankly, I hope the mayor and city commissioners do not take me up on my offer to consult re the new homeless shelter. I’m fed up with this city’s politics. But I don’t get to make such calls.

What the new shelter needs:

1. tile showers and bathrooms

2. random county health department inspections

3. individual storage lockers for all homeless clients, in which they can store a reasonable amount of personal belongings, which they need, as opposed to what they want or fancy

4. monitors who have not been addicts, and who do not use narcotics (booze is a narcotic)

5. segregation of addict clients from non-addict clients, this will require lab tests to ascertain which clients are addicts

6. 4-foot separation between beds in dorms, to reduce risk of contracting communicable diseases

7. segregation of clients with communicable diseases from the rest of the clients

8. replacement of Randi Cohen Brown as Executive Director of Southern Assistance Homeless League, which runs KOTS for the city, with someone who actually knows something about homeless people. In my opinion, Brown never should have been given that job. In my opinion, SHAL has a much higher opinion of its worth than its actual worth. In my opinion, the city itself should run KOTS, using people who work for the city as salaried employees. Perhaps I’m mistaken, but I doubt the mayor and city commissioners and city manager have much of a clue what Brown and SHAL really are doing.

9. despite City Commissioner Tony Yaniz’s rhetoric at city commission meetings, which is parroted by many people, the dorms should be air-conditioned. It is hot and humid during the hot months. And buggy. And sweaty. AC will reduce medical diseases and the transfer thereof between homeless clients. Diseased homeless people are dangerous to any other people they come in close proximity of.

10. Washing machines and dryers, which not only reduce medical diseases, but also enable homeless people, who are looking for work, or who are working, to wear clean clothes.

Maybe more will come to me later.

I will publish yours and mine today, at goodmorningkeywest.com. Perhaps other people will offer helpful ideas for the new shelter. I have yet to receive what I view as helpful ideas for resolving homelessness, other than the city stops using its police to harass and criminalize homeless people, simply because they are homeless.

There are thousands of active addicts (alcohol) in Key West, who are not homeless. I bet you know hundreds of them. They don’t get taken to jail because they are drinking in public. But homeless people get taken to jail if they are caught drinking in public.

Homeless people get other things done to them by the police, too, which you never read about in the mainstream mullet wrappers.

A number of times, Arnaud and Naja Girard have asked me about what it’s like between homeless people and the city police, and I tell them stories, and they come back with, well, where’s the proof; that’s just what you heard. And I tell them to start eating at the soup kitchen and talking with homeless people and hear their stories, and Arnaud and Naja say maybe they will do that, but they have not done it.

Looks to me, Christine, I’m the only person around here who is speaking to all the homeless issues, from all sides of that picture show. Anyone who wants to speak to it should sleep nights at KOTS, eat in the soup kitchen, hang out with homeless people where they hang out, get to know them. Otherwise, how can someone who wants to speak to homeless issues really know what they are trying to deal with?

Sloan

P.S. Again, I still say the new homeless shelter should be designed from the top down by the people who decided to have a new homeless shelter: the mayor and the six city commissioners. They ran and got themselves elected, to be where the buck stops, to make the tough calls. I have tried to persuade them to get to know what they are dealing with. I have told them to sleep nights at KOTS, eat at the soup kitchen. Many times, I have told them. They don’t want my input. History has proven that, repeatedly.

Moving laterally, to something generating homeless people, who, but for having fought in Vietnam, the Persian Gulf War, Iraq or Afghanistan, most likely would not be homeless. 

homeless Vietnam veteran at Memorial Day service, Key West Cemetery 

homeless vet

veterans against war 3

In the current edition of online Key West the Newspaper (thebluepaper.com), published by Arnaud and Naja Girard:

Barbarism Du Jour

Mar202015

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by Alex Symington…

As Louis Petrone’s article, “Mass Killings Common” in KonkLIFE (link below) pointed out there is nothing new to the horrors of man’s inhumanity to man, referring to the latest incarnation that is ISIS. I could not agree more. Mr. Petrone recalled several examples of atrocities, starting with “our own backyard”, of mass killings and beheadings of Native Americans upon the arrival of the English to their shores and murders and beheadings of African salves that had the audacity to rebel against their slave masters.

The list went on to include more well known horrors of the past perpetrated by various empires and militant religious zealots. I took from Mr. Petrone’s article that ISIS is simply the most recent example of this ancient behavior, but with the added weapon of technology that can instantly display live action imagery to show the world just how monstrous they are.

The old saw, “a picture is worth a thousand words” certainly applies to these bastards’ handiwork, but here’s a thought. What if we took a step back and looked at the bigger picture and asked the painful question, is it possible we may have contributed to the creation of this latest bogeyman? Hold on! Sorry, the US is viewed by many in the civilized world as Empire and not without good reason. Mother Jones Magazine reported back in November of 2014, “In the Persian Gulf alone, the US has major bases in every country save Iran. [Right wing war drums are beating, so stay tuned.] In Afghanistan and Iraq, there were once as many as 800 and 505 bases, respectively.” That just might upset the natives, don’t you think?

And this: “On their own, the existence of these bases has helped generate radicalism and anti-American sentiment. As was famously the case with Osama bin Laden and US troops in Saudi Arabia, bases have fueled militancy, as well as attacks on the United States and its citizens. They have cost taxpayers billions of dollars, even though they are not, in fact, necessary to ensure the free flow of oil globally. They have diverted tax dollars from the possible development of alternative energy sources and meeting other critical domestic needs. And they have supported dictators and repressive, undemocratic regimes, helping to block the spread of democracy in a region long controlled by colonial rulers and autocrats.” Not a very Norman Rockwell, mom and apple pie picture, is it?

If you were sitting in your home with your family and the Mexican Army busts down your door, shoots your dog and terrorizes your wife/husband and your children how are you going to react? You’re at a friend’s wedding and a Canadian Drone lobs a couple of missiles into the crowd making hamburger of the bride and groom and the flower girl, how are you going to react? You wake up to the rumbling of Russian tanks outside your house, how are you going to react. Are you going to welcome these invaders with open arms and thank them for killing your friends and shooting your dog? Probably not. It really isn’t that difficult to imagine. We, aka us, aka US Policy have done much to create the diseased Petri dish that is the Middle East.

If the preceding paragraph triggers a compulsion to justify what you perceive as our essential need for a vast global war machine to protect us from the Mexican Army, Canadian Drones and Russian tanks on Main Street, you have missed my point completely, but I digress.

Let’s go back to the beginning of this essay and the topic of man’s inhumanity to man. The other day I saw a fascinating bumper sticker on a parked car. (Please bear with me, all these things are related to each other) The bumper sticker read,” God Bless Our Troops, Especially Our Snipers”…My first thought was, wouldn’t shooting women and kids from a half mile away be more in Satan’s bailiwick, not God’s? Then it occurred to me; this is how we kill without remorse. This is how it is done.

The latest glorification and justification of barbarism, the rationalization du jour has come from Hollywood in the form of “American Sniper”. Before this movie that bumper sticker would have been viewed as completely tasteless and certainly nothing to do with God, but after the movie… yeah, baby, God loves a good American sniper, like nobody’s business. As the movie schooled us, calling a human a “savage” often enough makes it a lot easier to put a bullet in their brain, or torture them or bomb them or invade and subjugate them and at the same time ironically absolves the “good guy” of his/her own savagery. Incidentally, good cinema and propaganda are by no means mutually exclusive.

Let’s go back to the use of live action images to spread terror. Here’s the thing, if the barbaric act alone was all we needed to be horrified how do we explain the general acceptance in the US of images of people being tortured by US soldiers in Iraq? How do we explain Corporal Bradley Manning rotting in a military prison for showing the American people the images of the murder of Iraqi journalists and children by our guys in uniform? What if we saw live action images of children screaming and burning alive from napalm strikes in hamlets in Vietnam, would we be as horrified as the images from ISIS of the Jordanian pilot burning?

It takes structured and purposeful conditioning to be ok with OUR barbaric behavior yet at the same time horrified at other perpetrators of the same behavior. Blind acceptance of this dissonant psychological paradigm of what is done in our name, the illusion of “the other”, if you will, is what makes all forms of inhumanity to our fellow humans possible. Until we attend to the beam in our eye, pointing to motes in others is an exercise in futility and tacit approval of the status quo of human barbarism.

http://konknet.com/konk-life/columns/key-west-lou/2015-03-12-4

http://www.motherjones.com/politics/2014/11/america-still-has-hundreds-military-bases-worldwide-have-they-made-us-any-safer

9 Responses to “Barbarism Du Jour”

  1. Tragically, the post-9/11 American psyche feels no regret about any atrocities we perform. The burned pilot film was mostly about the five kids among many civilians burned alive from air strikes by pilots like him. American media did not show any of those photos.

    But I don’t think the American people care now, Alex. We’ve seen, forgiven, and forgotten Abu Ghraib. The sniper movie is the most popular of any on the Arab wars. Our greatest punishments are for those who make us feel bad by showing our crimes, like Manning and Snowden.

    I see nothing to do but pray for our nation’s soul.

  2. Alex, I’ve often wondered how killing massively with bombs and technology can be considered more “civilized” than the barbarism of ISIS, et al. I remember seeing a promo for the American Sniper movie where the sniper is lining up a shot against an Arab woman dressed in a jalaba who is supposed to be carrying a dangerous weapon under her clothing. The supposition is that she is going to do some harm against … whatever. I don’t doubt her motives, but the real question that should be asked is this: what exactly is this American sniper doing in her country? Why have they become mutual enemies? What is he doing, half way around the world, in her land, trying to kill her? To some extent, one can see the reasons for her motives, but what is the reason for the sniper’s motives? What has her people done to him that justifies him being there? Do you think Clint Eastwood ever asked himself these questions? Has he ever asked himself why we made war in Iraq? It’s a shame such a talented artist has such a stunted intellect. It’s dangerous. Thanks Alex.

  3. Good article, Alex. Rick, Alex, us old farts remember the atrocity America’s war in Vietnam was: the entire war, plus the countless atrocity incidents. Younger farts have joined us in having the same view of America’s wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. Who in America can complain about ISIS, or about al Qaeda, Iran, or even Israel, or Russia, when the atrocity beam in America’s eye is so huge? I also wonder, Alex: What was Clint Eastwood thinking, glorifying a sniper? What was Eastwood thinking, not painting America’s presence in Iraq as an atrocity? Alas, he represents lots of Americans, probably a majority, or more than a majority. I mean, the great Nobel Peace Prize winner is still using his soldiers to fight in Iraq and Afghanistan, and other places, and he has about half of America backing his presidency. And today I read in the Key West Citizen that a move is on for his wife, that would be Michelle Obama, to run on for President in 2016. I’m sure that thrills Sarah Palin and Hillary Clinton to hear. I don’t see anybody talking about running for president, for whom I would vote. I agree, Alex, I see nothing to do but pray for our nation’s soul, and hope it brings back a Divine Intervention that deals with what you covered in your article. And deals with lots more than that. Oh, my, would it be interesting, if that happened. Oh, my. Hopefully, after I’m done farting and am out of here.

  4. It was lead drummer Netanyahu that just addressed the US Congress for yet another annihilation of a mid east country.

    My prediction is that if the US has a female as its next president, she will go down in history as the largest mass murderer of all time. The sacred feminine will be stomped on for good. But the morons who vote for the likes of an evil like Hillary won’t care because all that matters to them is that she possesses a vagina.

  5. Alex, Rick, Jerome and Sloan you are ‘My Brothers’. In every sense of the word.

    I don’t feel love, nor do I give my friendship or support to those who sow seeds of hate, violence and war. Setting my emotions aside, my effort has been to love the sinner and hate the sin.

    For reasons I have described, I chose to wear a United States Marine Corps uniform. I was an active participant in combat operations , while serving in Vietnam. My intentions and motives were honorably, however after the fact, I’ve come to realize that they may have been misguided.

    My behavior and the conduct of the Marines that I served with, as it related to the civilian populations that we were in contact with, reflected a standard of compassion, care and love; not frequently displayed on the Hollywood screens.

    Please be assured that in the abyss, death and suffering decreased for the ‘innocents’ because of the actions of my Marines. Perhaps we did not belong there, that being said, we handled the realties that were before us, as it related to civilians, with empathy, grace and humanity. There was not any excessive force, brutality or violations of the UCMJ under our watch.

    For sure, I’ve seen the pictures of ‘burnt villages’, murdered civilians and children running with their bodies adorned in burning napalm.

    I’ve also experienced children and their families being impaled, assassinated, buried alive and simply executed for none compliance with the demands of their VC and NVA overlords.

    War is a very toxic, frightening and unstable condition that breeds conditions which bring out the worst in people. This insanity destabilizes cultures and countries, along with those waging it, as its evil manifests every manner of rationalization for murder and slaughter (body count strategy).

    16 steady years of war, released a lot of poison and venom into our collective psyches. It’s maddening impact can still be witnessed.

    And guess what, we haven’t learned a thing from that tragedy.

    I am going to call the braggers and boasters out (sniper movie). Celebrating the killing of a human being is sickening and un-American. I’m putting the finishing touches on that article.

    I stood with my sign, in my Marine Corps regalia on the US 1 divide at MM 100 in Key Largo, against W’s first war in Iraqi. I instinctively and intuitively knew that they did not have a clue.

    We do what we do. And the world is a better place because of it. By the way, the cosmos is in an upward trajectory, where virtue and love will expand and predominate.

    Blessings & Respect

    • John, I have no doubt you and your Marine companions performed as you say in this article, but … that does not erase the fact that you were all there based upon a set of mistaken Anglo-Euro concepts of the world that rendered your service not just useless but negative. I regret I could not have been there with you on US 1 when this Iraqi disaster came along. You are as brave in peace as I’m sure you were in war. A hug, Jerome

  6. Thank you, John. Thank, you.

    Sister, you may be right about a woman being elected the next US president, especially Hillary, or Sarah Palin. My opinion, both are good examples of men wearing women’s bodies. As for Israel, as I have posted under other blue paper articles, and at my websites, many times, right after 9/11, the angels running me told me America should bet out of the middle East altogether and stop all aid to Israel, and let Israel and Islam fight it out, or work it out, and in that way learn which of them is “God’s chosen people.” Might be neither will care for what they learn.

    Jerome, Alex’s article and the comments under it segue from yourhttp://thebluepaper.com/why-war-is-bad/#comment-3193 article and comments under it in last Friday’s blue paper. Was reminded in a dream last night of one of my comments under your article, Jerome.

    Sloan Bashinsky says:
    March 18, 2015 at 5:03 am
    I have been told in the past, by my spirit handlers, absence of the feminine is the cause of all wars on this world, including all man-made wars.

    For a Divine Intervention of the feminine into USA, is the prayer I was asked in 2012 to make. I have repeated the prayer a few times.

    The feminine vibration/essence is different from the male vibration/essence. Without her, the male vibration/essence is unnatural, and, thus, behaves unnaturally. (And vice-versa). She is absent in humanity. Thus, the mess humanity is and makes.

    If the female essence/vibration has a successful insurgency in USA, the dominant human nation on this planet (presently), perhaps she will spread and infuse herself into humanity everywhere on this planet. If that happens, humanity will be very different.

    The getting there might not make many humans happy, though, not even women humans. The human population might decrease. Perhaps dramatically. Perhaps only a few thousand humans would survive the changes, which are internal and play out in the external. Or perhaps the angels have a different way of infusing the female vibration/essence back into humanity on this planet, than the methods they used on me and on a few people I have known.

  7. Sloan, et. al., The “feminine” has just about been annihilated in our society, for both genders. Feminism is a misnomer; it should be called Masculinism.

    • Jerome, agreed. The feminine is seriously misunderstood on this planet. I wrote a bit about her today in thehttp://goodmorningkeywest.com/?p=29166 post – ” divergent insurgency … barbaric tales de jour … the feminine cure, from Key West, the city with more bartenders per person than anywhere ” – using various human events and interactions, and including links to Alex’s and your articles at the blue paper.

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not for the faint of heart – America at war, Republican Senators immigrate to Iran, Palin and Clinton for President and Vice-President, and other international best sellers

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In a dream last night, I was told Wilbur Smith is setting the tone. Smith lives in South Africa. He is an international best selling author many times over. I learned of him when I was in South Africa, in 2000. I suppose I have read most of his novels. Not for the faint of heart.

The Australian novelist Ann Massey, of Perth, commented on my continued touting of Jerome Grapel’s “Why War Is Bad” article, and reader and his comments thereunder, at Key West the Newspaper: http://thebluepaper.com/why-war-is-bad/#comment-3193

Since then, even more comments by readers and Jerome Chappel, under his article.

http://thebluepaper.com/why-war-is-bad/#comment-3193

Not for the faint of heart.

The now “fabled” letter from 47 Republicans to Iran:

Republican letter (click on link to see it)

Recently on the Coconut Telegraph at bigpinekey.com:

Much to everyone’s surprise the Iranians replied to the 47 republicans letter. Here it is in its entirety.

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What we have learned has opened our eyes. For 35 years, we have treated you as an adversary. Our intelligence agencies told us that your culture and your political system were radically different from ours. We now understand that we were misled. Your country is much like ours. Indeed, your Republican Congress is much like our revolutionary Islamic councils. We are brothers.

We were delighted to read this sentence. What you have described—a circle of overseers who work in perpetuity to restrain the president—is very familiar to us. Our president, like yours, is limited to two consecutive four-year terms. His powers are also severely circumscribed. He has a national security council, but he and his council do not establish our nation’s policies.

In our system, true power lies with the chamber that oversees the president. For you, this chamber is the Senate, controlled by your Republican caucus. For us, it is the Council of Guardians. Members of our council, like members of your Senate, serve six-year terms. The council may veto any legislation, which, in its judgment, violates our republic’s guiding body of law. For us, that body of law is Sharia.

Several of your senators spoke there about the abomination of homosexual marriage and the importance of protecting religion. Our assessment is that your senators interpret your Constitution in accordance with the Christian Bible, just as our council applies our Constitution in the light of the Holy Quran. We particularly enjoyed the speech of your senator from Texas, Ted Cruz, who called on your government to fight for Christians abroad. This is in agreement with our own policy of coming to the aid of faithful Muslims everywhere.

Some may consider him too young to assert dominion over your country’s foreign policy, at 37 years of age and with only two years of political experience. But we in Iran appreciate his vigor. He reminds us of the young men who seized your embassy here in 1979, two years after he was born. Those brave young revolutionaries did not wait for guidance from their elders.

In Iran, all educational institutions are governed by our Cultural Revolution Council, which safeguards the faith of the people. We have been unable to locate such a council in your federal government. However, we recently learned that the state board of education in Sen. Cruz’s state, Texas, controls through its purchasing power the content of textbooks throughout your country. The board has used this power to limit the teaching of evolution and promote the celebration of your country as a Christian nation. Our cultural council protects Islam in the same way.

Our system, like yours, has its critics. Some portray our Council of Guardians as unelected ideologues who override the will of the people. The charge is absurd, as your own experience demonstrates. In your country’s three most recent elections, which together produced your Senate’s entire current membership, the other party’s nominees won 5 million more votes than yours did. Nevertheless, you control the chamber. The true will of the people, as you know, is to follow those of us who understand what is best.

Thank you once again for this enlightening exchange. Prompted by your letter, our council has decided to end the talks with your secretary of state and dismiss nuclear inspectors from our country. We look forward to working with you in the future on other matters of common interest, such as prayer, capital punishment, and troops in Iraq.

Sincerely,

Council of Guardians
The Islamic Republic of Iran

Tom Cotton picked apart by Army general over ‘mutinous’ Iran letter
March 13

The open letter to the leaders of the Islamic Republic of Iran signed by 47 senators and instigated by Sen. Tom Cotton (R-Ark.) was a stunning breach of protocol. One so outrageous that my former colleagues at the New York Daily News dubbed the signers“traitors.” While it is indeed a slap in the face of President Obama and an affront to the presidency, I’m not sure I would go that far, especially since Cotton is an Army veteran of the Iraq and Afghanistan wars. So, I turned to retired Major Gen. Paul D. Eaton for perspective. He wouldn’t say Cotton and Co. were “traitors,” either. He had a better word.

“I would use the word mutinous,” said Eaton, whose long career includes training Iraqi forces from 2003 to 2004. He is now a senior adviser to VoteVets.org. “I do not believe these senators were trying to sell out America. I do believe they defied the chain of command in what could be construed as an illegal act.” Eaton certainly had stern words for Cotton.

“What Senator Cotton did is a gross breach of discipline, and especially as a veteran of the Army, he should know better,” Eaton told me. “I have no issue with Senator Cotton, or others, voicing their opinion in opposition to any deal to halt Iran’s nuclear progress. Speaking out on these issues is clearly part of his job. But to directly engage a foreign entity, in this way, undermining the strategy and work of our diplomats and our Commander in Chief, strains the very discipline and structure that our foreign relations depend on, to succeed.” The consequences of Cotton’s missive were plainly apparent to Eaton. “The breach of discipline is extremely dangerous, because undermining our diplomatic efforts, at this moment, brings us another step closer to a very costly and perilous war with Iran,” he said.

“I think Senator Cotton recognizes this, and he simply does not care,” Eaton went on to say. “That’s what disappoints me the most.” And that’s what’s so scary about this whole episode. The freshman senator from Arkansas and 46 of his Republican colleagues sought to bigfoot Obama on a deal not yet done whose details are not yet known.

In his column today, Michael Gerson makes a point that should have been obvious to all the signatories of the Cotton letter.

If Republican senators want to make the point that an Iran deal requires a treaty, they should make that case to the American people, not to the Iranians. Congress simply has no business conducting foreign policy with a foreign government, especially an adversarial one. Every Republican who pictures his or her feet up on the Resolute Desk should fear this precedent.

This is a point you imagine Sen. John McCain (R-Ariz.) would have made back in the good old days when he was a statesman. Instead, he signed the letter.

“I expect better from the men and women who wore the uniform,” Eaton said of Cotton. And the American people deserve better from the Senate.

My thoughts:

Those 47 Republicans and their families should request political asylum in Iran.

Meanwhile …

Oil Tango

The other day, my lady Kari said she really likes Sarah Palin. I said that was the dumbest thing I ever heard anyone say, she should watch the You Tube video of Palin wowing people in Iowa, which drove Republican big wigs nuts.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RrzD-zqWwWc

Kari said she has not been keeping up with Palin, but had liked her in the beginning. I said I think a great thing will be a presidential ticket with Sarah Palin and Hillary Clinton. Let them toss a coin to see who will be president and who will be vice-president, and they agree to abide by the coin toss and work together as president and vice-president. The two of them working together will finish America off faster than any other method.

Palin and Clinton

Kari looked at me like, is that a joke? Then she looked at me like she was joking.

She started reading HEAVY WAIT: A Strange Tale to me yesterday. She had to stop and take breaks. It ain’t for the faint of heart. And, it’s funny, she says.

Heavy Wait

www.amazon,com, kindle, trade paperback, and large print; also available in Spanish at www.amazon.com.es

I bet Kari and I would do a heap better job in the offal orifice, straightening America out, than anyone who ends up there next. A heap better.

Kari and Sloan

But we ain’t offering to do it. It’s a heap more fun talking, and writing (me) and painting (her), although I keep saying, if she writes a book about her experiences, it will be an international best seller.

Meanwhile, here’s Ann Massey’s review of HEAVY WAIT.

5.0 out of 5 stars Deep and Engaging June 24, 2014
Mostly I read for entertainment–lightweight stories soon forgotten. Occasionally I stumble on a heavyweight–my first novel was “Hatter’s Castle” by A. J. Cronin. Read at aged twelve when I was still reading the “Famous Five” and “In the Fourth at Mallory Towers”–it was an epiphany in that, for the first time, I was introduced to realistic fiction and imperfect families. Last night I finished reading another literary heavyweight: Heavy Wait:A Strange Tale by Sloan Bashinsky.At the start of the novel a visionary mystic and his lover, wife and kindred spirit win $14,000, 000. Winning the lottery might seem like a dream come true, but this pair has eschewed materialism. The windfall tests each partner’s dedication to their beliefs.Riley Strange, a pre-eminent lawyer invariably wins legal arguments, but he can’t bring Mary-Lou round to his way of thinking. On the way back from collecting her winnings, she is killed in motor vehicle accident, leaving Riley with inconsolable grief and $14,000,000.Cast out of his personal paradise, Riley spends time in the wilderness before meeting Willa Sue, a despondent, overweight woman who bears an uncanny resemblance to Mary-Lou. They strike a bargain: Willa Sue agrees to live in Riley’s home for twelve months, and halve her body weight. In return Riley promises to gift her the winnings, all fourteen million. Tempting eh? But is it wise to go off with a strange man, especially one who believes he’s God?”Heavy Wait” is a deep and engaging book about the spiritual awakening of a damaged young woman who has the great good fortune to meet an angel, overcomes evil and finds true love–we all should be as lucky!

And here’s my review of Ann’s SALVATION JANE, available at www.amazon.comin kindle and trade paperback.

Salvation Jane

Set in Perth, Australia, inspired by the massive tasering for sport of a schizophrenic homeless Aborigine by Aussie police officers, and by a brave and outraged Aussie lassie jumping whole hog into her ’tis of thee’s national politics over that, and over the general plight of homeless men and women down under, and by the author’s own personal experiences, which she asked me to keep between her and me, which inspired her to novelize all of the aforementioned: Salvation Jane is a topsy-turvy twisting-and-turning emotional tilt-a-whirl volcanic tsunami. Maddening, uplifting, maddening, uplifting. Featuring two saints, one dearly-departed, the other his left-behind common law, but for whom the silver linings would have been harder to swallow. The self-centered child in woman body heroine made me want to wring her neck bunches of times, but it was fun watching her grow beyond herself, albeit not without heaps of snatchings of defeats out of the jaws of victories along the way. The homeless people, mostly men, are the adorables in their own special flairs of the good, the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. The career politicians are suitably despicable soulless creatures unaware they are not really human. Every career politician should have to read Salvation Jane. Ditto, every person inclined to use the Nazi solution on homeless people. Everyone else should read it, too. Ciao maim. Not by Mark Twain

sloanbashinsky@outlook.com

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