There are many things I do not know, and a near equal amount of things I have no concept of how to do. I can’t hem my pants, Can’t make a pancake or French toast, I can’t make a decent Grilled Cheese sandwich, but there are many things I do know, and do very well. I do one thing that many can’t and do not do as well as I do, that is fly. I can fly and have seat time in EVERY military aircraft there is. I do my best in rotor flight, but can snake a canyon in a fixed wing, just as well as a award winning combat pilot. To me there’s a BIG difference between a Pilot, and a aviator. I can drive, my second nature skill. I can be dripping blood, from my gut, with a screwdriver in between my ribs, but I can get my self to the hospital, before I bleed out and do a better job of it than many ambulance drivers. Something I did the other day. Seems when I dumped those tires on my foot, I tripped and put a screwdriver between my ribs, missing my insides by only millimeters. Yet rather than wait for the paramedics, I got in the General, and off to St. Luke’s. Where I was asked A; what was wrong with me? I wanted to tell the intake staff, ain’t it pretty obvious? Then was asked why I didn’t call the Ambulance, of which, I simply responded; I have and I drive better than they do. So they knocked me out, took out the screwdriver, set my leg and foot, put me on Percocet and I came home. The Combination of all my meds, is one helluva party. So went to bed Wednesday morning, slept all day, and only woke up, to pee and cuz I wuz Hungry. At least a former property manager recognized that I weren’t feeling too groovy and wished me a get well. It’s times like that you realize who your real friends and so on are, and those who really don’t care much, if at all. PoohBear called, but I was in the middle of Chicago PD, so just finished eating.
Now then on the political front. That same property manager and a few others that were in her very crowded office, the waiting room should have been the office and vice versa. But, I said after Trump barely won the election, that he’d not make it a full term, and that someone would give him the boot a year to half a year before re-election, guess what? There are hearings under way to impeach Trump. See I told you this would happen. Call it a curse, call it a gift, or blessing, but ever since I had that car crash at age 16, when they had to saw open my brain cover, after that, I have been able to see, sometimes very fuzzy, but I can see a few years into the future. Trouble is I have trouble remembering even the smallest of things, like going to Walnut, and forgetting why I went there? Or where I put, my older Cell phone, or trying to find a computer phile that I just just had, but minimized a few ago. Yet I can see things way into the future. Mostly Government things. Maybe becuzz I was so entrenched in such things in the USMC. Hence the Wolf or Wolvez in amongst the Sheep. The first time I became aware of this gift, or curse was years before the last time I resided in Goon’s Ferry Idaho. I could see the tri-plex on the top of the hill, from the local choke an dine, I could see the blonde honey older lady living there and I could smell her sweat, feet stench, perfume. I could feel every sense, yet I was not there then. When I resided in the home, lets just say visions proved accurate. Why do I see the fantastic, yet not the practle? Not only do I get the visions, but the aromas, feelings, touch acuity, everything. And why me? Forget that song by Kris, I ask why me Lord, and I really want to know, why bust my balls like this Lord? Speaking of Heavenly Father and all churchy things. While I will not leave the denomination I was born into, I’m not going to be going to services any more. Not only has my Testimony been weakened and shaken, by this Ward as well as my brotherly love for the people involved with this War(Canyon Springs Ward Twin Falls Idaho). Had they not been so long in getting over here and us go fetch my things, I might have been able to rescue everything stored in that ran sacked shack of a storage shop, just up the road here yonder. Same went for, although I don’t really blame her, still by the time I could get a ride that was able, the stuff I left over at the Wentworth,(should never have left there), was gone. Including a bunch of clothes, and treasures. It’s been said, never leave anything for some one else, just do it yourself. Like wise, if your going to get boned up the anus, might as well go to the LDS Church, as the men there are pros at that. Which is why I ain’t going anymore,. Just don’t have no need in it. I don’t need to go through all that symbolic bs, just to worship God and his Son Jesus Christ. While there is strength in numbers, my strength here is in me worshiping solo.
More tonight need to roll over, take my meds and go back to snoozing.