This is my second blog.

My first blog chronicled my experiences over three years caring for my dad as he lived through and finally died from Alzheimer's. That is the book that is for sale.

This second blog kind of chronicles of life, what it is like to start your life over in your late 50's. After caretaking, you are damaged, file bankruptcy, and the world doesn't care what you did. After 8 months of unemployment, you wake each day knowing the world doesn't want you. Finally you do find a job, 5 weeks before homelessness, but doing what you did 30 years ago and getting paid what you did 30 years ago. So this is starting over.

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.

Sunday, February 23, 2014


Well, I really hadn't planned on posting a blog today, but then I woke with a migraine because somehow sleeping I managed to twerk C3 in my spine and I don't have anything to help with the pain.  Vicodin works, but haven't had any of that around for well over a year.

Read an interesting article about Chicago and the mayor's race, but what caught my attention was this quote:

Barack Obama owes much of his early political rise to Preckwinkle. She supported his campaign for state senate in 1996, and his doomed congressional run in 2000. She even takes credit for encouraging him to join Jeremiah Wright's radical church. The New Yorker quoted her in 2008: "'It’s a church that would provide you with lots of social connections and prominent parishioners,' she said. 'It’s a good place for a politician to be a member.'"

That's how we should all pick a church, lots of social contacts, power players to grease your path, especially if you are a politician.  I think it was Paul who said the purpose of church was political success.  And John who pointed out that if Nero had just joined the Church in Rome, the city would have never burned.

I guess that is why Obama never goes to church, well, except for a month or so before the last election, is it is just so hard to find a church in DC that has all the right social connections.  Jeesh.

What I did want to talk about today was last night I watched the Watchers series by LA Marzulli.  They were available on YouTube, so I downloaded all seven.  There were several that were pretty good, but Watchers 5 and Watchers 6 were the ones that kind of blew me away.

In Watchers 5, now bear with me on this because I really don't have a full grasp on this, but they talked with a guy who was a geologist, worked for the oil companies, and he invented this really great way to look into the earth to see what is underneath the surface.  He found it by accident once in the field.  He'd setup some radios for them to use and sent a guy out on an ATV about a mile away and when they both switched on the radios the whole ground started shaking under both of them.  Yada yada yada and what this guy found was using the right frequencies, you could see underneath the surface and know what is under it, oil, water, or gas, how much, how close, etc.  But what he'd also found out was there were certain frequencies that were harmonic with the material underground and would cause all sorts of havoc if you used the right frequency.

And all this time, I was never sure if all those HAARP people were just conspiracy nuts or not.  Apparently, you can produce earthquakes if you direct the right frequencies at the right locations.  Huh!

But the serious cool stuff was in Watchers 6.  Now I like L.A., but he's kind of chasing a white rabbit.  He is trying to find skeletal remains of giants, to prove Genesis 6 is about giants.  Here is my problem with this quest: so what?  If he or Steve Quayle found a grave with three dozen perfectly preserved skeletons of 20 foot giants with King of the Nephlim written on the breast plate of one of the giants, what would change?  Do you really think the whole scientific theory of evolution, the whole archeological textbook industry would just be flushed down the toilet?

There is a great PBS show on Lucy.  It shows how scientists uncovered these bones, a couple of foot bones, femur, the hips, some ribs, the radius, and some head bones and completely reconstructed this 'image' of what Lucy looked like.  The problem is, the hip bones were ape hips, not human.  And they so wanted Lucy to be a walking humanoid type creature, so in this PBS documentary, the scientist explains that when the creature died, it was buried under some mud and silt and all the animals coming to feed in the water were stepping on the bones and broke up the hip pelvis region and over millions of years if reformed, in the ground, into primate hips.  Then he proceeds to take the hips, a hammer, and saw and begins breaking them up, reworking them, until he formed some human type hips and like me when I'm assembling anything, he takes the parts left over and tosses them out.

The point of this little tale is even if we found all those skeletons of giants, it would not be on the news, it would be confiscated under some indian burial rule and the bones would forever disappear.  Those that believe in Gen 6 and giants will keep believing so, those that don't won't.  But all the time and effort to find these bones will not cause one person to go "oh, giants were real, I guess I will accept Jesus as my savior now".

So anyways, you have to sit through some of that but when it gets real interesting is when they start looking at structures that were built and you have hundreds of these perfectly rectangular carved rocks that weigh as much as over 100 tons all put together to form these walls.  Perfect fit, no mortar needed.  One wall is really interesting because they know when the Incas were around, they can see where the Incas added above more all with a much more primitive technology of small rocks and mortar and then on top of that you see the spanish influence with a more technical skill than the Incas but nowhere near as technically advanced as the foundation up was.  That throws the whole theory totally out the window.

And these rocks, they were cut at or before the Bronze age, and bronze on a hardness scale is about 1/2 of the hardness of the rock, which is like cutting down a tree with a plastic knife.

Later, at Valley of the Sun or something like that, they showed more of this massive wall building with cut granite in an area with sandstone only.  The granite was 40 miles away and between 2000 and 3000 feet lower in elevation.

Which brings us to another lie of science, all you need to build these things is enough slaves.  How do you move a 150 ton cut granite rock 40 miles through jungle and up 2500 feet, then lift it into the air to place in down on other cut granite rocks and it fits perfectly?  Slaves.  You just need enough slaves properly motived.  Bull.

I laid awake contemplating all of this last night, could not fall asleep.  How could this have happened?  I mean, if the Earth was smaller in those years, gravity less, could that explain it?  Well, yes, and there is an interesting theory about expanding planets, but it doesn't explain how the rock was cut so precisely in an era where 'fire bad, sky pretty, sacrifice virgin now' is considered deep philosophical thought.  It blows most of our theories in science right out of the water.

Kind of like the Fibonacci Sequence.  That is 1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,34 etc.  What is amazing is that so much of life fits into this sequence from how leaves are arranged on trees to the distances/revolution times of planets all fit in the Fibonacci Sequence.  Isn't it just amazing that could happen through random variations over billions of years?

Anyways, cleaning out excess from my life this weekend before the migraine hit.  Clothes, furniture, stuff I haven't worn, read, used, or whatever in over a year goes out to the curb or Goodwill.  Met with pastor this week and he said I should pray about whether I should file bankruptcy and I didn't say "gee, why didn't I think of that" but been doing it for a few days now and, well, nothing from God.  Don't you wish God would just write on the wall for us sometimes like he did in Babylon in Daniel - though with better news?

I'm pushing an elephant up the stairs
I'm tossing up punch lines that were never there
Over my shoulder a piano falls
Crashing to the ground

I'm breaking through
I'm bending spoons
I'm keeping flowers in full bloom
I'm looking for answers from the great beyond