Friday, June 30, 2006

She's Still Out There Somewhere

I just watched some music video, it featured some chick drinking herself stupid. It really struck home cuz I have a friend who got into cocaine, crack, heroine, & prostitution. She was a really nice girl. I always sensed a darker side I guess that's what attracted me. I had no idea it would blossom the way it did. Anyhow when I get rolling again I might go see if I can track her down, & get her into rehab or whatever. That's of course if she is still alive. Last time I talked to her folks she was in pretty rough shape.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Dreams Of An Old Dance Teacher

It's kinda' fun & creepy, having an old dance teacher creep into my dreams. I often wonder what's it all about. Maybe she really misses me & seeing me for a brief moment was not enough. It's kinda' wierd, but it's a dancer thing really. Anyways the first dream was she climbed into my bed & then on top of me then lined herself up with me, damn! Anyways she then pushes her head into me & her hair is in my mouth & in my nose, it's quite ridiculous, I have my arms around her, then she's like s-s-s-s-s-s-h. "You need to learn how to breath" Anyways someone busts in on us & this funny exercise & then she scoots off, cute like butt swaying in the wind, lol. Anyways I laughed at that one, so in this next one, we were learning to fly, & had on rocket skates. I thought I was fast & could fly better, but then she showed me a thing or two, then came the skates. Can you say holy shit. We were like going 200-250 mph through the streets on rocket skates, WTF! Oh & we were even smart enough to have googles on so bugs wouldn't hit us in the eyes. That's just wierd I think. Anyhow it woud be interesting to see if she's had any odd dreams of me.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Feeling Run Down? Come To Canada, JK.

Feeling run down? Come to Canada, if you like freedom & democracy & are not a commie, homo-sexual, retard, or terrorist harbourer, they will try to run you down, with their cars, trucks, or SUVs. Today for the one thousandth time I had a car speed at me. I just stepped back on the curb, the lady swore then drove her car into the farthest lane away from me on the road she turned onto, of course nearly taking out some cars along the way in her attempt to get away so I couldn't read her liscence plate. I was gonna throw my coffee at her so it would blind her temporairly but she would've more than likely carreened into traffic & kiled some innocent person who has no ties to Comarade Canuck & all the terrorist huggers who are just trying to make my life suck. Besides that it would've been a waste of some good coffee as well.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

10 vs 1 Typical Canadian White Chickens

So there I was walking in Chinook Mall, the security guard was ready to throw me out cuz I am half native. Thankfully one of the merchants said I was a regular customer of the mall. This happened also at Safeway in another mall but the Itaian meatcutter told the white floorwalker to get a life I was a regualr customer. Anyways what is the connection, this only happens to me in Calgary, Alberta, Canada where the general population has been trained to hate the natives & has a sterotypical image of them. Of course a lot of this also come from the Arian nation folks, many of whom can only get jobs as security guards cuz they suck at everything else & no one will hire them except other neo-nazi types. Anyhow today in the mall there were 11 people in this group of guys, 10 were white & 1 wasn't, the most insecure of them said "Hey let's start a fight with him." What happened next made me laugh, the rest were like "yeah let's", & then the non-white guy said, "he's studied a little bit of martial arts by the way he walks, you guys are probably in for a surprise." Of course I just kept on walking waiting to tear into them which of course never happened. That's the way it is here in cowtown, the people are trained to be terrified, suspicious, & hateful towards anyone the police, RCMP, CSIS, CF, or government deem dangerous. I am near the top of that list. Why do they fear me? Simple I am not a communist, homo-sexual, retard, or terrorist hugger. All those people who are afraid of me are one of the 4 asforementioned. Canada is a safe zone for terrorists. This country all too willingly accomodates them & when people like me point it out, suddenly we are terrorists. Anyhow the most victimized group of all are the white people, they have been easily & severely brainwashed, careful where you tread in Canada. The best way to blend in is to act like a commie, homo, retard, terrorist hugger, or nazi. Be careful of the water as well chances are that's where all this madness is coming from, someone is at the water treatment plants putting in some psycho-active ingredients. Anyhow if you are like me everyone will see you as the great Satan (Do you like my Satanic like picture above, don't I look lie the devil? LOL!). I wonder how come the white people were so easy to braiwash & who brainwashed them? Anyhow for a further study into the mass psyche of a brainwashed nation you need look no further than Canada. Or shall I say Soviet Canuckistan!

Oh & incase anyone is wondering the only really good fights I ever had in my life that were fair & even somewhat fun came from other metis. White people are generally cowards, & they prove it time & time again, especially here in cowtown. Nothing like this happened to me in the states or anywhere else. It just goes to show where Canada is at. It likes the terrorists & will do anything to stop people like me from shedding light on them. You only need fear me if you are a terrorist, or are harbouring them, & as for hugging them Karma will eventually catch up to you. So there you have it in a nutshell, well not really it's far too complicated & messed up. I wonder if my terrorist "*hunting permit" is valid in Canada, probably not. & once again one must ask another question. Why doesn't Canada allow bounty hunting? Surely the terrorist I seen at a certain place deserves to be captured & face the charges he's been charged with in the US.. I guess Canada likes protecting them, if they didn't I would be able to hunt them here. That's the way I see things. I guess asking "So where is Canada harbouring it's terrorists today?" is still valid.

*terrorist hunting permit- a little sticker I got when in Washington, D.C. as a novelty near the Abraham Lincoln memorial. I laugh when people see it on my laptop & start freakingout. Get a grip people it's a gag. Although one with a rather ultra bitter backstory to it. I bet there are even people here in Canada who think 9/11 never happend. Could the brainwashing be that extreme? Or maybe it really is a valid permit in the US.. I have no idea. The US border guys seemed to think it was, but like I said I bought it for the novelty & as a reminder of what will never happen in Canada? Like I have said before the commies & terrorist huggers are dug in too far, I am just waiting ofr WW3, when Canada betrays the allies. Then it will all make sense & I can definitely say I told you so. Just to throw even more confussion into the pot let's say just by chance it was really real & someone knew I would find it & it is legal that would be kinda sweet. Hopefully one day Canada becomes part of the US then I could go to work & not be bothered by all these loons who are now protecting & hiding the terrorists up here. So until that day I just hang out here, write in my blogs, make some music, etc.., nothing to exciting. Of course what the commies & terrorist huggers are cooking up about me is unknown but will probably surface again sometimes soon. They are determined to squash me, but I have to laugh, cuz I don't really have anything left to loose. So go on do your worst, prove my points, show the world what I have written about Canada is true. Still even if you do try to place nice, a lot of folks will be forever suspicious. Especially considering the name Soviet Canuckistan is a common phrase south of the border & is probably growing more common day by day. Hail to the Czar. Well actually Harper ain't too bad, so hail to the former Czars Martin & Chretien, the double headed Satan I like to remember them as, JK, LOL. Of course someone from the RCMP, CSIS, CF, CPS or nazis will take that last sentence & spin it the wrong way. I guess that is the risk of being an artist, people misinterpretting stuff. Canadians shut in as they are do a lot of this.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

On The Cusp Of WW3?

Just wandering around here & there on the internet. Lots of people asking about WW3. Maybe we are on the cusp of it & the vast collective conciousness of the people on the earth know it or somehow sense it.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

I Could Help, But Why Would I?

Look at this guy on the right here. Does he look familliar? It's me, but what most folks in Canada don't know is that I am a half assed remote viewer. Anyhow I have shuffled Canada into my ignore list of countries. The US, UK, & coalition I bend over backwards for. I would help out with current events but, why when this country has done it's best to make my life miserable. So if & when things go downhill, don't blame me, even though there is a slight chance I could've helped, blame the RCMP, CSIS, CF, CPS & all the racists. Yes I will just stand to the side & watch everything unfold. Should anything that I could help out with in regards to the US, UK, & the coalition surface like I said I would bend over backwards for. I debate the morality of my stance but it's justified. I might change my mind but the would have to have Steven Harper adress the world on tv & state what Canada has done to me, & then have Chretien, & Martin personally apologize as well as the top dog from the RCMP, CSIS, CF, & CPS. So until that happens like I said I have shuffled Canada into my iggy list.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Working WIth Ordinary People

I can not stand working with ordinary people, people who have not worked in some form of government organization, or those who have not studied The Art Of War. Folks like those whom I refer to as ordinary people like to work harder not smarter. Yes, you can work hard, but you can do it smartly. In the city we usually did things once & we did them right the first time, on the odd occasion we have had to redo some things. So far in the private sector all I have encountered is morons, who don't know how to do things the quick & efficient way. This of course is only an occurence that happens in cowtown. Why is that? I guess you know why cowtown has a larbour shortage, most of management are idiots so the workers go somewhere else. I think I hear Winnipeg calling or Montreal. Also in other provinces & other organizations when you do things you do things until they are done, none of this work at it 5 minutes jump to something else, pick it up again, drop it & various variations. WTF! Also folks do not understand right of way, spacing, spatial awareness, & many other things. To put it in a nutshell, Calgary is fucked & will be so as long as Canada remains the way Canada is. I think this country has some kinda' disease. I like to call it the retarded, communist, homo-sexual, terrorist hugging disease. Of course in some place like the US, I can go from bumbing around backwoods Michigan, than in the next month find myself working in Virginia doing some worthwhile stuff with intelligent people who are not morons like the majority of Canadians. Yes it is true what the one american senator said "Anyone with ambition has already left Canada", I tried too but the Homeland Security guy was in cahoots with the RCMP? This makes me wonder how far has the RCMP infected the USA & to what degree. Are they trying to spread communism, homo-sexuality, retardedness, & terrorist hugging to the states, because the guy who denied me asylum I would have no qualms about classifing as a retard. I think that is how Canada plans to take over the world, if you are not a retard, then they'll try to make you a homo-sexual, if they can't do that, they try to make you a commie, if they can't do that then they try to make you a terrorist hugger. If you should happend to become one of the asforesaid then the other things would follow. That is why George Bush rocks he opposes homo-sexual marriage. The CF has homo-sexuals in it, that is another reason why I would never join. Friendly fire Canadian style might be you in a bunker with someone gay who is having fun with themself & hits you with a salvo of their love. Oh & can you believe it they actually had a gay marriage at one of the airforce bases. Maybe it was a gay pilot who was making strafing runs at me near, Regina.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Another One Bites The Dust

This is one of the earlier clones of me. He was a lot like me except he had no control over of his thought process. Needless to say one day he snapped & nearly destroyed the research facility. Since it was a clone of me the scientists seen it fitting that I was the one to decommision him. Lol, do you know what it is like to fight yourself, a hell of a lot harder than you think. Anyhow to make a long story short we ended up having some coffee & while he was reaching for some biscotti, I shot him point blank with the new concealable wrist lasers we were also working on to go with the Advnaced Infantry Combat System as I passed him the pastries. Here he is in a solution of nanobots & some kinda freaky preservatives. His eye sight was better than mine so we were trying to salvage the eyes. Also he could lower his body temprature longer & control it way better. I have sporadic control at best. This was further clarified the day when I was walkig to the mess hall & smashed into a crystal clear glass door because my body temprature dropped unexpectantly like it often does & I did not register on the infrared scanner to open the door. Ow, I nearly broke my nose & fell on my ass.


Jeez another post that should have been in Dimension 35.


Anyhow today I was at work & these terrorist type do a drive by. They were probably folks who know I don't like terrorists. Oh well. I wonder who tipped them off to where I was? The RCMP, CSIS, CF, or the CPS? Or was it chance that they came across me? Anyhow I don't really care really, go on do your worst, it'd be a hell of a lot better & more honourable than what Calgarians & Canadians have done to me. Yes, to me living in Canada is worse than death itself. I am surrounded by commies, homo-sexuals, retards, & terrorist huggers. If I keeled over & died suddenly my soul would be happy. He'd do a little jig than skip off to where ever & whatever lies beyond. What would be funny is if I came back & was born into some Middle East country & ended up being a terrorist. Irony of ironies. Hopefully re-incarnation won't lead to such a thing. That's the thing about it all, no one really knows what lies beyond. I have died 2 times, I don't remember anything & did not see anything, so maybe you just die. I wonder if all those martyrs have ever pondered this. Ha, ha, buddy no dancing virgins for you, just cold, hard, earth, & dogs pissing on your grave.


Anyhow the only really good thing about today is that Nelly Furtado's new album Loose was released today & holy cow, it rocks, or whatever you wanna' say. Those music critics & folks who say she sucks or whatever are wrong this is her best work yet I think.

Oh & I forgot, those doctors, nurses, or whoever that gave me a pill that nearly destroyed my immune system you can kiss my hairy buttocks. (Actually they are not too hairy, but I have hair in my ass crack like billions of other people do.) I still am able to heal myself quickly if the wound is not too sevre. Today I stepped on a nail, & it went into my foot, right in my achiles heel. I yanked my foot off the nail really quickly & hobbled around for a few minutes, & 5 minutes later could put my full weight back on it & walk. It only went in a half inch or so but looks normal. I can still feel how deep the nail sunk, thankfully it didn't scrape bone, that drives me up the wall. I can feel the rust & metal though as they make their rounds through my veins. Not a good thing I am guessing. Also my feet & hands get colder faster due to the frostbite I incurred earlier in the spring. Right now it is 12c but to me it feels more near 5c. Once again I'd like to thank you Canada for trying & failing to put me in the grave early. The walk in the cold is an old technique the RCMP like to use on natives or drunks. There are several documented cases of this across the country. The Calgary Police used to do this practice up until the late 80's & early 90's until lots of us dudes from Stampede Ranch came to town & all of us being trained in mountain & winter survival didn't die like we were supposed too & showed up the next day in our normal lives. Also I think there were some other folks who were not native who had this happen to them & when they did not die like they were supposed too more of a stink was kicked up. & here you thought the CPS was such a stellar police service. If that is what you call stellar we live in a sad world. Then again it may only be the CPS now who think they are so stellar.

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Re-reading a favorite text

I have read 3 different versions of "The Art Of War" by Sun Tzu over the past decade or so. Once again I am studying. Wow! It blows my mind time & time again. I have now memorized certain chunks of it. It's damn good stuff. When I compare parts of my life to the text it just hits so much deeper. I have learned a lot of lessons at a dear price, but painfully etched into my brain & body, they serve as physical & mental reminders. Funny thing is though how on some of them I knew better but life unravelling the way it did I quite often had to do away with sanity. Anyhow in another 10 years I will still be reading it. It's fun to visit once or twice every year.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Re-Directed By Whom?

It sems the RCMP like reading my e-mail. When I log in I get redirected. Oh well, nothing too thrilling in there. What other forms of lameness will the RCs try next? I had them tailing me at the mall the other day. It was one of those plain clothes guys from the national security section. Was he afraid I'd find some terrorist who calls cowtown home? If so, would he have drawn his weapon & used it on me to protect the terrorist? These things & more I often wonder. I have told them several times about certain interesting charecters, but have since stopped since they just ignore me & then try to make my life rather miserable. I guess they are concerned I will find more & prove Canada is a terrorist Disneyland. Originally I had planned to capture some & video them & ask them what they were doing here. Then on top of that I was gonna' have some American media here to cover it as it happend so the RCMP, CSIS, CF, & others couldn't warp the truth & once again paint me out to be a terrorist & then hand them over to the US consolate & various funky folks there. Anyhow the real point of this post is to see if this animation works. (I guess not) I miss having my site & throwing up whatever I liked, when ever I liked & how ever large I liked too, of course within my bandwidth limits. I wonder if one could actually hook one's brain up too the net, just how much info would be in there. A few kilobytes for some a few gigs for others, & maybe a terra byte or more for more advanced individuals.


Also how come they don't allow bounty hunting up here? Are they afraid I will capture a great many of folks & be able to make a good living? What does the Canadian Government not allow such activities?

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Comic Book Crap

Oh jeez I have been surfing way too many comic book sites lately. My life is starting to be too much like a comic, or whatever. Anyways I have loads of fun poking fun at the government & the folks kooky enough to believe all the BS they feed to people. It doesn't help that I occasionally help feed it with pictures like this & other crazy stuff. Then again what is fact & fiction. How many times have I blurred the lines. Maybe it's all true, maybe it's all a lie. Who knows for sure. Anyhow it will be interesting to see what kinda' nutty things happen after this. It's funny how many folks here in cowtown have access to the net, but way more funny is how many don't. Some folks are still talking about things I cooked up a decade ago. That is how far behind they are. Then again maybe someone is just out there inventing stuff. Anyhow enjoy.

Jeez, my eyes look really scary. This is from when I was captured by the CF & taken to a remote northern settlement. They thought by isolating me & broadcasting non-stop CF materiel & CBC garbage I would finally see what a great country this was & re-enlist. It just made me dispise this country more & opened up my eyes to how it will more than likely never recover from the slippery slope it has begun to go down.


Like I said what is real & what is not real? I guess this should've been in Dimension 35 as well, but I keep forgetting to choose that one when the menu pops up. Oh well maybe next time.
Maybe Dimension 35 is really real, & this plane here is a fantasy. How many planes of reality really are there?


Oh yeah & I forgot too mention I have an uncanny talent with electronics & machinery. Anyhow when I phase into an electrical form this is what I look like. Or am I trapped in the internet & I am trying to bust out through your monitor?

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Homelund Securitat, not so secure?

I often wonder whether or not the border guard who turned me around was a member of the Tali-whackers himself or a sympathizer. Maybe there are some who have infiltrated the border & this guy turned me back so the group whom I call Comrade Canuck could once again try to make me into a terrorist. Yes, I guess that is the price I am now paying for stirring up a ruckas, but I would have never have needed to unless, the CRCMP, PSIS, CCF, & every other law enforcement agency here in Sobiet Camuckistan had done it's job. In a way it's kinda' funny cuz I am stuck here with the terrorists who want to get me, the government who wants to get me, & am lving amid a land of zombies who really just don't give a damn, or have been brainwashed. I would go to the US, but maybe I'd be better off not too now. Chances are the CRCMP, PSIS, & CCF would follow me down there like they did last time & try to set me up again. Oh yes, Kanata don't think I didn't know you had your spies following me in the US, cuz I had some folks from the US following you while you followed me. Of course those folks had someone other folks following them as well. It was like some kinda' daisy chain. So who do I trust now, maybe only the UK, the US a little bit less now, well a whole lot less, but I am trying to be nice about it, compared to Kanata where the crap that has been thrown at me since day one just gets more ridiculous. Yes I see Kanata as my prison, most Kanatians (90%) as no better than the Tali-whackers. What a dreary way to live. Anyhow I shall keep on slogging along. I guess I didn't need to join the US Army after all, I have my own war right here. This one though is fought with my brain, tongue, & spirit. The enemy is dug in. Hidden, & subversive, but I will find them, flush them out, & expose them for what they are. Yes, Kanata I am still here, I will be the little monkey on your backside until this is over, or you have put me 6 feet under. I guess then I would become a martyr, for freedom & democracy though, not whatever the hell these fruits dream up. Yes, citizens of the UK, US, & coalishun Kanata is a place to wearily tread. Things are not what they seem. Bring lots of tinfoil to make yourselves some beanies, communist mind control experiment are ongoing here. Most of all if you ever see me in a CCF, CRCMP, or PSIS uniform, drop my body into liquid nitrogen, pull it out & smash me into bits, then toss those bits into a volcanoe.

"Sgt Nidog, snap out out of it sir, you are babbling on again to the wall!"

"There's nothing to snap out of deary, can't you see them?"

"See who, sir?"

"The men & women of my unit. I am explaining what happened before the 3rd World War!"

"Sir you are imagining things, they're all gone, you're the only one left."

The nurse then mumbles something into her headset a mild force field surrounds the patient, a faint hiss is heard, the Saergant is out again. Gassed into oblivion. When he wakes he will recall several occasions like this where days, weeks, months, & sometimes years have gone missing. What happened during that time? These answers & more you'll discover in Dimension 35.
Whoops wrong blog, here I thought I was logged into my Dimension 35 blog.


Yes, Canada is getting stranger & stranger by the minute. Soon freedom of speech will be outlawed unless of course your are a flag waving stooge who has no mind & is a robot of the government. I could go on & on but I think by now you are familliar with my particulair view on many subjects. If not read. If you were lucky enough to see my old website you know more. Anyhow what retarded lengths are the RCMP, CSIS, CF, CPS, & every other kook trying to go through to stop me from posting things the way I see them, or have seen them, of have remote viewed. Oh yes I wander into the twilight zone sometimes, but in this day & age if you believe all that you see & hear well, you are an idiot plain & simple as that.

Saturday, June 10, 2006

I Am Freaking Myself Out Now

Maybe I have tapped into some kinda' who knows. Maybe I am a little more physchic than I thought. I have been batting rather okay lately. The near death experience in the cold sharpened my senses more. Funny how that is. Trauma then clarifacation. Sounds a little too much like the realm of fantasy, like the X-men. Latent mutant powers. I remember how when I was at the mission in Kalamazoo, one of my fellow zoo creatures said "You're Wolverine". I laughed cuz I don't have funny hair, or claws, & since returning to Canada my knack for healing a little faster than most folks has slowed down, & I heal at the normal rate, or maybe now even a little slower. What kind of drugs did they give me in Winnipeg when I went to the hospital for my feet. What was in those little pink pills. "The Cure" if so I guess I am doomed to live a normal life. Ha ha, not likely though. Now let's say if someone from the US was to rescue me, maybe they could revive what Canada has been trying to destroy. Yes I would gladly offer all of my services, life, blood, DNA, heck & even offspring if I could get out of this country.

Friday, June 09, 2006

More Photos From Places I Can't Remember.

This is a picture of me & a friend. I forgot where in China this was taken but it was back in the 80's. I recieved a mysterious e-mail the other day, then scanned & opened up the attachment. This is what I found. Funny thing is I have no memories of China, Japan, Saudi Arabi, Peru, & the other 100 or so countries people say I have visited. What's wierder is getting all of these photos. I have had my geek photo friends look at them & the originals they say are authentic. Even right down to the age of the paper & chemicals used in some of them. Just kidding, this is a picture of me & some random traveller I met last summer. That was the fun part. I met a few of the same folks in a lot of places, cuz we were all heading the same way, by the same means, at the same rate. I am getting restless again. I have been in cowtown to long. I fear if I stay here too long I might become Calgarian. I seen the saddest case of this ever at some elctronics store. It was a black male who formerly hailed from Seattle. By the way he acted he was infected with full blown Canadianism. I told him to get a hold of himself & snap out of it. Then he came to his senses & said "You know what, maybe I have been here too long, thanks man for waking me up!" Then with that he started to acting like a normal human being again. What was more you could see he remembered what a proud nation he came from. The American breeding shone through & it was like a light in a dark place.

Skipping Off Into The Sunset

Ah yes like the movies one day I will just walk off into the sunset & leave Canada to consume itself. They tried in so many ways to tie me down but I have to laugh at everyone cuz I am free & they are not. They are shackled to the communist, terrorist hugging, homo-sexual, retarded, racists who run Canada. Everyone is like blah, blah, blah, & I am like that is old news I have moved on since then, but I will revisit any issue if you chose cuz you can't seem to move forward. Let's see how many things have I done since this whole journey has begun. I have lost count. Basically it covers almost everything to living in the wilderness, to being in the underground scene performing at adult cabarets, to performing fluffy stuff at the Grandstand, to hanging out with rather unique individuals, to being the subject of a nationwide manhunt by the RCMP, CSIS, & CF who didn't catch me, & how I ended up hunting them down & flushing them out to see what kind of non sense they had cooked up about me, to landing on my feet & travelling again, to getting a normal job, & then finding out the joys of writing a lot of it down. Examining the absolute incompetence of those who sought, wanted to brainwash me, & have brainwashed a lot of people & how I just walk on & laugh at how retarded it all is & how dumb everyone looks. Anyhow my life is in tatters, old Comrade Canuck is doing his best to destroy me, but inspite of it all like the little dwarves or trolls from Warcraft, "I laugh in the face of danger". Come on Canada let's see what you got. I don't think you got a lot since you threw your best at me & failed again & again. Clearly I am the one who is superior. If there was to be a picture of Canadian Soldiers, RCMP, & CSIS, standing next to picture of me you'd see a little 10x better than all of them combined sign sticking above my head. Anyhow I had a blast tonight watching music videos on the net. Sure old Comrade Canuck can destroy my life & take away all of my resources toys, & have me in a position where I can't yet file for bankruptcy. But you know what, I ain't gonna' let it get me down, or the racists, or the lame home grown terrorists or whatever Canada throws at me. Heck if they through me in jail right now on some imaginary charges I think I'd be happy cuz then atleast I'd have a stable base, & could start formulating some kinda' plan. But sometimes having no plan or anything is better. I am now like a ghost, I can pass through walls. Figuratively speaking of course. Someone out there right before I came back & editied this is probably going "Really?". Anyhow I get all these folks from various places now who just come by & stare at me for a brief amount of time. Maybe I am like some kinda' folk hero & they are like "Whoa there is dude, he's like a coyote!" or something like that. Who knows all I know is I had this dude who was on a motorcycyle find me & he just sat there on his bike from a distance & watched me with the reverence one gives to a lion. Or maybe he was just a fan of my music, poetry, videos, writing, photos, or who knows what. Perhaps I am just am imagining this. But then again who knows. Ah yes dellusions of grandeur. Can you believe it but that's what Canadians through me into the loony bin for right after I refussed to join the army after I figured out they weren't going to Iraq a few years ago? There were like that will learn him for not wanting to join us. My thing was why join a nation of chickens. Anyhow visitors to my old website already knew that. If & when I get a new site I have no idea what it will be like. The old one just sprung from one page & one idea after another. I miss it.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

What's The Reel Story?

When anything like this happens one has to ask what's the reel story? Canada is a terrorist's Disneyland so what is the sccop here. Maybe they were no longer fondling someone somewhere the right way. Anyhow out surfing tonight & others like myself are skeptics. Yes there are even some americans who kinda' sorta' are asking questions. What I see is potential a half baked cooked up scheme by you know who, by now. There are millions of forums on the net. Not all of them are patrolled. A lot of them are easy to hack into & alter according to hackers/ crackers or whatever you wanna' call them. Moreso let's just say so & so set up a forum & then registered & became part of admin or a mod or who knows through whatever means. In that position they could easily alter what anyone says so this bunk about forums really doesn't stick for me. Not too mention the RCMP like to stick their little beady eyes everywhere they can. They registered at one of the forums I am part of it is amusing how they think they are being sneaky. Anyhow there is nothing of worth at most places I post. Just info about games, photography, political opinions, & lots of humor or whatever. So after doing this I wonder how long it will be before someone from Canada hacks into some place I belong to & alters the data to make me look like some radical?

Who's Teaching Your Children?

After writing some place else about Canada & the security risk it poses to the free world in my opinion, one has to ask, who is teaching your children? Are they nazi war criminals ( could be a possibility since Alberta is the New Fatherland) could be terrorists (there are thousand of them here) maybe commies or terrorists huggers (those number in the hundreds of thousands if not millions)?

Jeez am I glad I don't have any kids. If I did there is no way in hell they'd go to school in Canada.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Why Doesn't Canada Deport The Nazi War Criminals?

Oh jeez does it not get any better? Nazis war criminals, americas most wanted, home grown terrorists, um, what's next? Actually I wouldn't be surprised if you found Osama himself hanging out here & having a gay old time. That's probably why no one can find him. Maybe he's out in the Yukon wilderness panning for gold or fishing in Hudson Bay. Taking a nap on the beach at oh Christ what's that beach there in Vancouver right downtown. Damn been too long since I've been there. Oh yeah English Bay. Maybe he's there lying in the sun, licking cotton candy that is fed to him from immigration officials. Or maybe he's in Calgary getting his pubes trimmed at some salon so he can go swimming, provided that his hair & head gear don't bog him down too much. I know I have problems swimming with long hair.

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Winnipeg The Wise Choice

If Americans are curious as to where the most American city is in Canada, it is Winnipeg. Having lived there briefly & studying all that I could while there it is the last bastion of folks who love freedom & democracy in Canada. There are pockets of people scattered about Canada such as myself, but if you think Calgary is where it is at you could not be more wrong. Calgary is the most US, UK, & coaltion bashing, place in Canada. Calgary is also where millions of dollars go to the middle east for terrorist groups. Why invest in such a city. WInnipeg is where it is at. Here in cowtown there are way too many communists, homo-sexuals, retards, & terrorist huggers.

The Judas Kiss Syndrome

Back when I was in Dimension 35 I was betrayed. That was 10 years ago. They thought I'd forget but I was smart enough to hide my team, erase my memory & have them fill me in on what was relavent to the situation at hand.

She had such a sweet smile, she had the most mesmorizing eyes, & yet even though I had been warned repeatedly by outside sources she wasn't dealing with a full deck I was sure I had trained a loyal team member. Everything about her checked out on the plus side, she like myself & every other member of the team had been selectively bred & genetically modified.

As I recall we were closing in on an interplanetary terrorist. Being scattered across the quadrant I had split up my people into 8 teams of 3 people with 3 subs from the locals just so we could cover more ground. Anyhow there we were in the abandoned apartment block having climbed 5 flights of stairs & disabling security systems & guards along the way we were poised outside the door ready to do the take down with 2 dudes left on the ground floor as back up. I looked my number 2 guy in the eyes & gave the go signal to smash in the door when it happened. The distinct sound of a supressed weapon being fired twice. A millisecond later a squirt of blood, brain matter, & a chunk of skull bounced off my visor. The Bitch killed the local guy, number 2 kicked her in the gut & over the railing of the stairs, I kicked the dooor open & we both dove into a hornets nest figuring that if our intel was still right there should only be 1 guy in the room compared to the dozen or so racing up the stairs. Holy cow I have never been so wrong before. It was like a wall of muzzle flashes, bits of drywall bouncing off of us as we hit the ground firing at the feet of our attackers. Then when the bodies started falling a missle blew a big hole in the roof & crushed some more people. Fine enough there were 4 guys left & in the few seconds it took me to unsheath my pistol squeeze off 2 rounds & dart behind a wall there none. Number 2 wasn't so lucky one of the turds got lucky & managed to get a few rounds off & one of them pierced his body armour & he had a non-lethal flesh wound that was in the stomach. I raced over & pulled out my medkit & started to administer 1st Aid, but that's when all the guys who were racing up the stairs came into what was left of the room on the top floor. Ka-boom, the claymore I had put near the door tore to shreds the first 4 guys & the concussion knocked over 2 more. By now HQ was on the comm & was telling me we had transport on the way, we just had to hold out for 2 more minutes. There was all kinds of noise everywhere. I noticed a laundry chute & I gave number 2 a wink & said sorry but this is the way it's gotta' be. I then tossed him into the chute head first & he ended up in the basement in a big pile of linen none the worse for wear than he already was. I on the other hand was not so lucky. Guessing that we had no gas masks on they tossed some nerve gas into the room & then stormed it. I remember taking out 2 more guys then running out of ammo, then someone poked their head around the corner & I guess they thought I had keeled over & died, but I was holding my breathe, my eyes were burning & my skin felt like it was on fire. Anyhow about a 3 of them came in to investigate & I could hear a helicpter closing in on the building. With my last consciuos breath I threw my empty pistol at the nearest one & then it was lights out.

I awoke some time later at some base in an interrogation room. The bitch was watching through a window as I was getting grilled for some info. I thought to myself I should have listened, but nah she was Canadian like I was, she might be kinda' unhinged but surely she could be trusted. Anyhow on & on it went. Apparently these people thought I knew where the blueprints & schematics for a gigantic mind control machine was. It didn't exist, we merely made the story up to see who we could catch. These folks were from some radical communist, homo-sexual, retarded, terrorist hugging cult & they intended to make the world that way then the solar system, & finally the galaxy. But we stopped them. I never will forget that.

Here in this reality & time line somehow across space & time this to me. Perhaps another me in another dimension is trying to warn me, but I already know it. I don't trust my fellow Canadians even though here in this reality I am just some dumb artist.


Damn that's a pretty good piece of fiction, maybe I should start writing adventure stories.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

From Out Of The Muck? The Phoenix

Yes, this was at the height of my fall right before the plummet into nothingness & the ongoing slow rise back to the surface. As you can see in this photo I was reaching above & beyond what I normally did, but after having gone on what I thought was a road trip soon coming to an end I thought I'd have a little fun at the end. Anyhow That was 2/3 of the way through. Actually I am not sure if I am done yet. I haven't made it to Montreal yet, then again there are a million other places I want to go as well.

Where will I get the funds for my exploits? Yes I am bankrupt & still haven't filed but that will happen very soon. My creditors are not happy to say the least & my credit rating is shot to hell, but I am nearing the completion of my cd of beats & whatnot I have cooked up on my pc. This is by far the best piece of work I have done. Today I went & made an extended version of Arlington, yesterday & part of today I made Another Song For Lara a bit beefier & called it the Zebra Mix. Yesterday I worked on Marathon & it is better than it was before but still kinda' incomplete, but I only made it for the bit of video I took I never meant for it to be part of a cd. Anyhow I am getting better at making stuff on the pc, & tinkering with it. It is as fun as real instruments in an abstract way. Incase you are curious no it can never replace the warmth of holding onto the warm, smooth, slim, neck of a guitar & having the the body come into contact with yours, after you have been playing it with passion for a couple of hours, or feeing of other instruments.

Oh yeah maybe this month or next month I will return to the internet with my own website & I will post my videos, my pics, & a lot of the stuff I had at my old site. It will not have the all the content, nor will it have the same feel. I think this will be purely entertainment & selling my music & dvd, & other things I create such as poetry chapbooks. If I can't get it to work on my site maybe I'll go & do the e-BAY thing. Should I generate enough money somehow I might resurect my old site & just leave it as it was right before my extended crash & burn.