That’s not just any light, that’s a beautiful piece of art, made from what was once an aluminum mold for making chocolates, that I bought for $400 when I was damn near broke in Boulder to cheer my gorgeous, wonderful, brilliant daughter on and on. And on and on I cheer her, wherever she may be!
What else? Well, look at my Facebook posts, they’re all public, I live in the open these days, to a very large degree.
I used to ask and answer a lot of them, Quora loved me for that!
There’s a whole hilarious tale to be told there, involving Marc Bodnick, ask him to tell it, ask him to tell who he really is and who he really works for and with.
It was spoken of a day or two ago here. It involves the NSA, the way they interact with the minds of Americans using sites like Quora (and Facebook et. al.) and personae like Alia Caldwell — a non person who is, comically, credited as the designer of Wei wu Wei Ching if you buy it in paper. That’ll have to wait, that story, unless Bodnick wants to tell it. Papa calls.
Love you, world. Love you, Maui. Love you, P&P! Love you, NSA!
I love this fucking American hero, too, my brother, though (edit of 8 Feb 2017) he threw me in the trash, unfriended me on Facebook, and stopped talking to me in all ways when I asked him for a tiny favor after years of supporting him and his family, before he went to prison, especially while he was there, and every day since, ah well, everything changes, that’s why they call it the Book of Changes, eh John Kiriakou?
Follow those links, read about who he is, read about what he and his family suffered at the hands of the President of the United States, Barack Hussein Obama, may peace be upon him and all under his watch and thumb. Free Chelsea, sir. Pardon John, pardon Ed Snowden, do the right thing while the power is yours. Aloha.
Har. I went looking for a pardon petition for John on Barry’s website. It ain’t there. Here’s one, sign it, send it, deliver it.
Peace, love, understanding! May they reign and rain and shine.