Men without Hats- The Safety Dance (Lyrics)

Amos Hart--Unveiling

   
   "Amos Hart--Unveiling"
   
   Amos Hart calmly sat with Bucko in the Olds, powered by the modest yet potent 350 Rocket--a zinger from the electric past.  Like he always knew inside, and as the American Government has basically admitted:  "We are not alone."  Reagan had already told us that there are non-terrestrials among us--we never listened.  Fairy Tales, Religion, you name it--and most children always know, before they age into adolescence, witnessing the greed and lust of false gods; next, their ability to see becomes as were Samson's eyes, burned out, and blind to the illusion that so many live under.
   The American Courtroom has no right to argue anything anymore.  The Judge is not Jesus Christ, the attorneys are fraudulent finks instructed on the art of lying, and the juries are hand-picked by these lascivious-living liars.  The psychiatric units are filled with illegal activity as well.  The government cannot truly declare ALL they know, for many people would be incarcerated, abusing those who have been abused already, and on a supernatural level--that word simply meaning, more than natural; however, as many bad ones as there are, it equals out with the magnanimous might of altruistic Angels and Holy Living Creatures.
   Whatever happens, most fear Christ's return . For if the Son of God were to truly encounter a soul void of repentance; next, Occam's Razor suggests that the endgame scenario might not be good for that particular soul.
   All the myths, art, everything speaks of sublimity outshining the false illusion of deceit.  We shall see.  

Amos Hart--Living in the Dark

   
   "Amos Hart--Living in the Dark"
   
  Amos Hart lifted a barbell; next, put it down and lit a cherry cigar, cranking it to life with the flip of a Bic.  Illumination, yet the trash-man and loony bin resident may indeed be correct, sir.  Just released government footage of planes and aliens, maybe--cloak and dagger stuff.
   Reagan admitted plenty.  Nobody listened.  And those few that did found their honesty caged in straight-jackets, not because ALL of their minds were forging phantoms, but because things be weird sister--just look back at your high school yearbook and glance the lack of humanity that lives in the savagery of Pony Boy adolescence.  
   And when nobody believes you; next, they punish you, and the water gets more of a fluoride and antibiotic tint, or Pac-Man is replaced by love-making androids.
   Amos Hart knew.  Should've been a truck driver.  Keep moving.  Drive through the accident, like they tell you in NASCAR.  

Amos Hart--Interrogative

   
   "Amos Hart--Interrogative"
   
   Amos Hart was playing smooth and conductive metal in the theater of his mind, not harping on the keyboard, just a journalistic tendency to loathe the secrets of the dark--Enoch why are you asking these questions?
   It wasn't theological for Amos Hart, though he liked shepherds, short story prophets, and had a nucleus concerning the basics of kinda like what King Arthur was trying to drink, or whose blood rather, a babe born on Christmas, not a pagan holiday, but plenty just seamed in as lesser foundations are attracted to the more potent topic, like Jesus.
   A journalist doesn't hang, shoot, or kill.  Just words.  And yet the corporeal judges and killers sprint retreat after hanging a man @ noon, when the rooster has already run, and the hens are laying simple-man gold.  Most folks fancy steak.  Good cuts, lean, without the waste of deep chew, though some prefer the poor man's gristle, like a wolf's mouth savoring the savage basics.
   Amos bought the Olds.  Nice.  Smooth.  Multivocal.  And Bucko was right next to him.  

Dire Straits - Money For Nothing music video (Good quality, all countries)

Where did David King's money go?

   "Where did David King's money go?"
   
   Worked at Lockheed/Martin.  Patricia Ann King put him through college.  A smart man that loved his disabled son.  Where did all his hundreds of thousands of dollars go?  To a vagrant, partially, in Arkansas?  To two attorneys, partially?  In the pocket of a document shredder, partially?  Just questions.  And good ones.  All while a little boy and his disabled father suffer with nothing.  

Pay Attention--Notary Fraud

   
   "Pay Attention--Notary Fraud"
   
   Dismissed, due to favors and further web-spinning; moreover, a deck reshuffled, attorneys with great wealth involved, reputations clean, but only on paper, and does it not all lead to attempted murder?  Just a question.  
   What if they took Patricia Ann Baity, at the time, diagnosed with Alzheimer's Stage Four by Doctor David Edwards, who had her on four Xanax a day, among other things; plus, Seroquel, and plenty of paralyzing Haldol--both being heavy anti-psychotics, her of unsound mind and body, and made her sign documents at the Notary in Bellevue, Tennessee--Highway 70?  They did.  Fraud:  Deception for financial gain.  They're good at false testimony.  Like being struck by a cane--more false testimony.  Read my past Blogs.  Dig deep.  Surely a brave man will roll over.  Nah, the brave are all dead.  But they're rich.  You could have a piece of the pie.   
   And wait till you get a load of the first two pseudo-caretakers.  These women were jewels.  They like peach pits, poison, and dropping old ladies in the shower.  Hey, relax.  Truth is crueler than fiction.