Camping without Bandit the Wily Wheaten

   Camping without Bandit the Wily Wheaten

   I miss ya girl.  U rolling through Canon City with your head out the window, looking so cool--you awesome puppy, even at 11 years of age. 
   We got in each others' way at times, yet u r still the coolest dog, like Tobias and his pup with Arch-Angel Raphael hanging around. 
   I'm trying to keep everything clean Bandit.  Using baby wipes to clean the dash and washing windows every morning.  
   Still haven't managed to see a Dodger game this year, but hoping next time I have a beer there's some kind of baseball on. 
   Went to the park and walked--it wasn't the same not having to scoop ur poop. 
   So, I miss ya pal. Ur the best Bandit, everybody adored u. 
   Stupid huh, writing about ur dog?   I don't mind.  Never had many friends but Mom, Grandma, Pap, and my Dad.  They're mostly all gone now.  So I talk to Jesus plenty, and it's allowed under law.  He was meek and kind, and for some reason the world didn't really like Him, but everyone wanted a piece of Him.  There were none braver in my opinion.  Just a simple tradesman that knew Scripture and hung out with his Mother and fishermen. 
   Anyway Bandit--here's the wacky song I wrote about ya:
   The wily Wheaten don't know defeat'n--
   The wily Wheaten gives joyous greeting. 
   I'll always have your silly dog face in my heart.  Ur always with me girl--and so is Mom. 

Psychiatry Pseudo-Science

   Psychiatry Pseudo-Science

   Psychiatry wants to be the death of religious liberty in the good old USA. 
   An honorable man, following cerebral argument, got me out of the nuthouse after 3 days of good food, air, beautiful people, the patients, and charlatan cranks--the phony bologna doctors and bug-ridden nurses, yet a few were cool.  Kevin Feltner can do nothing but lie.  Can someone get him Presley's wardrobe from Jailhouse Rocks or however it goes? 
   Burning Coal drives away nasty things, some say.  Not bad. 
   Little girls doped up, allergic to meat, bread, life itself--they should be laughing with respectable young men and having a cold beer under the luminous shine of the effulgent Moon and Star-Kissed sky, not doped up and told they're sick.  Working at McDonalds is a great job, if u like it.  U can always teach yourself a foreign language for under twenty bucks, and be damn good at it--if u love the language, truly. 
   Upon my wild exodus, nobody to meet me there save the Holy Spirit, and I told the laughing nurses:  "Ladies, don't laugh at my expense.  And make America Great Again."
   And kid--there's nothing wrong with being a smart ass if u are a teacher too.  Maybe politics would be a good racket for ya. 
   They took Bandit.  Take care of ur Mama girl. 

Larry and Dementia

Larry and Dementia 

   Larry got physical, throwing me up against wall in walk-in bathroom.

   I wake up after no air conditioning, change Mom on a mattress soaked in urine never looked after by phony planted nurse.  The shirt she took off Mom yesterday she threw back in drawer covered in urine. She threw away all Mom's butter that I've been putting in her water along with magnesiun for strong bones.

   I guess that's why Larry went to Notary on Highway 70 in Bellevue and dragged Mom drugged up and diagnosed with Alzheimer's stage 4 by David Edwards in front of the whole Universe, and on their video surveillance as well.  Only a mentally deranged dementia-ridden man would be so blind.  He misplaces everything.  Even his firearms and cannabis stash--wonder if he buys it from dopehead Steve Brown?  U can't have dope and guns in the house.  No dope in me--Im drug free.  Thanks Savage for talking some sense into us that didn't see a few errors in the otherwise perfect Kerouac who lived with his Mom.

   I still like beer and organic tobacco--like a true American. 

   So Larry gets violent with me and misplaces everything including guns.  That's why he had Mom running out of the house with all that ammunition years ago while investigated by the ATF.  He made me watch the Waco movie with that dude from Wings.

   Can't believe they've been neglecting Mom so bad. She's curled up in a ball, never stretched, washed, brushed, in the minutes I was absent.  It's all about her Jesus Blood. They wanted to make her a dead bug, but Jesus Blood is stubborn. Unless u gravitate towards the A and party.  The B minus is a tough son of a gun.  It seems Mom has it all, and so many bugs, goats, and schmos are after it.  Thanks Mom for always telling me to never eat Nancy's meals prepared especially for me.  An angel and God's Dog living on Sherbourne Green, metaphorically.  And not a soul will fix the air conditioning or make sure all that was stolen from us is returned. But you guys that do help--u are blessed. Allegorically right?  U r blessed! 

   

2 many bugs

2 many bugs

They're morphing folk bugways. Dementia, loss of teeth and hair, and all types of disorders.  My ex-wife's crabs and mites--like little red lobsters. 
   Smoke purifies.  Peppermint.  Dragons need to get stronger.  Eagles know who u r. 
   Thank God for Canon City.  Plenty of bugs but a few tough dragon ladies. 
   Book of Enoch--eat ur pepper, plenty of copper.
   But the bugs need to be put down quite a bit.  Age expectancy down to only 70 for a group of folk.  Hey, I'm just a dog.  Every Good Shepherd needs a Sheep Dog. 
   Trust me.  The looks of sunglasses that make u appear as a bug.  Look and see.  The cloud of dirt around folk. 
   Eagle's and dragons fly with mercurial cool and laser accuracy. 
   Joseph, son of David, terror of demons--kick them down with deet.
   Metaphor.  Oh really.  
   When Mom met Nancy--the look on Mom's face.  She just saw a stinkbug.
   Always thought Larry was a snake.  Nope.  God Bless America.  Make the Holy Spirit of 1776 great and alive again. Possibly allegory here.  Possibly not. 
   

Fed Marshalls

   Fed Marshalls

   After nice Donelson Air kid arrived, well, first Larry said he wasn't aware and then I reminded his possible dementia that I called, and before he said we didn't use Donelson Air.  Ask the nurse, yet we know how that goes.  Mom was sweltering on the forehead yesterday and the nurse just talked politely.  I see her extremely curvaceous rump changed Mom's shirt today--why not other days. 
   Larry said when nice boy went to check air unit:  Boy, gonna get a Fed Marshall outside for u. 
   Gee, I hope he works for Trump and not Mitch the bitch.
   Could the Fed Marshall be in Larry's brain and view my past 45 years? 
   Hell, I'm sorry for choosing life.  Catholics must be correct on that. 

Donelson Air

 

Donelson Air

   Called Donelson Air and talked to Robin.  Told her Mom was baking, and my dog upstairs with my kinda self. 
   Hope Larry doesn't further neglect animals and his wife. 
   Found morphine in fridge this morning.  They really want to shut her lungs down.
   I'm sure many nurses are on benzo candy and SSRI psychotropics--no clarity.
   If anybody would have chose to wear the white hat, well, ya know.  At least I adore Rangers. 
   All the binds on Mom.  Her Father is offended.  Keep it up.  Spit on God if ur that proud in the imagination as the Queen of Angels mentioned people were in the Gospels.
   I say fear God, and only Him.
   Remember, her face won't be the last that u see--thank u Mirror of Justice.  Inviolate.  Tower of Ivory and David.
   No Mother, I'm not calling U a snow cone. Yet it would be nice to have one about now.
   Deet is potent. Like Gordon. 

Neglect and attempted . . .

   Neglect and attempted . . .

   The air doesn't work in this house on Sherbourne--wont go below mid-70's.
    Mom hasn't eaten since I left.  No supplements.  No shower.  In silent room.  A husband that doesn't utter a word to her. 
   Before run out after 7 years of being the only caretaker--showers, drives, food, and pure enerergetic love, they have really down the lowest sin.
  A hot nasty house full of vinegar 
--in every room.   
   Larry's note with the phony priests.  Notary Fraud on 70 in Bellevue.  Neglecting and abusive caretakers.  I know all the phonies are popping benzos, SSRI's and much more--drug addicts.  I take no prescription medication--not in a long time. 
   Hey Nancy--pop another Xanax.  
   52 percent of emergency room physicians and nurses are intoxicated on psychotropics and other things a Harvard Study recently showed.  Physician/Nurse error major leading cause of death.  What, I'm making this up? Go take ur pills and glare at the Internet all day, stuff ur face with carbs like always.  There's a new invention:  salad.  Without 9,000 calories of toxic tar. 
   Too, nobody stretches Mom to increase body flow and circulation.  Yesterday she said:  I love u. 
   Larry was not happy.  Make sure u guys pop ur pills before coming over, as u always have.