Here's the latest and greatest regarding Trumps executive order to deny federal funds to sanctuary states and cities.
"A federal judge in San Francisco blocked a January executive order that the Trump administration was using to threaten to withhold funds from so-called sanctuary jurisdictions refusing full cooperation with federal immigration enforcement of immigration laws."
Source: http://www.motherjones.com/politics/2017/04/federal-judge-halts-trumps-executive-order-sanctuary-cities
Another loss for Trump! Hahahaha!!!!
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
Monday, April 24, 2017
Invisible
Yesterday I went to bed very early. I was having a dream in which I was at home. I walked from the dining room to the living room and secured the front door. I was walking back to the dining room and it was here that I became aware that I was in the astral again. This is a dream I thought to myself. So if this is a dream then I'm in the astral and I should float if I jump. So I jumped and indeed I floated. When I came back to the floor I immediately began to vocalized the mantra for protection:
"Klim Krishnaya Govindaya Gopijana Vallabhaya Swaha,
Klim Krishnaya Govindaya Gopijana Vallabhaya Swaha..."
I intended to repeat it nine times but I lost count. But I said it several times.
By now the place I was in did not look like my home at all. The walls were all different, the furniture was all different, the layout was all different. I turned towards what would be the rear of my home and climbed over an opening on the wall. It looked like a breakfast bar in the wall. On the other side I saw an opening towards the left. I stepped out of the house through that opening.
Outside I found myself in a strange city. There was a wide street just outside. I could clearly make out other houses on the other side of the street. As I usually do when I'm in the astral plane I decided to go exploring. I stepped out onto the street, turned left and began to walk down the street. I saw a group of about three black guys walking up the street. I began to worry. I realized that I was in a predominantly black section of the town. I was the only non-black there. I thought that the guys were menacing so I attempted to avoid them. I tried to stay out of their radar. Strangely, it was as if they couldn't see me. As if I was invisible to them. Although I was in plain site they seemed to not acknowledge that I was there.
I turned back and began to walk up the street. To my right I saw a roll of houses. I couldn't recognize the house from which I walked out. But this didn't concern me much. I could hear some loud voices. I could tell that there were some black guys being loud and boisterous.
I continued up the street. To my immediate right I saw a trench. Some work was being done. The trench was about waist deep and about two and a half feet wide. On the other side of the trench I saw a guy standing there. I came close and wondered if I was really invisible to these strange denizens of this strange city. I came close but he seemed to not even acknowledge my presence. I picked up a couple of egg sized rocks from the ground near the trench. I threw one rock against another rock near the guy's feet. I wanted to see if he acknowledged the rocks. To my surprise he did. He stared down at the ground with a look of bewilderment in his face. Interesting I thought to myself. He saw the rock I threw but he doesn't see me. I threw a second rock near his feet. Again he looked down with the same look of bewilderment on his face. I was now convinced that the denizens of this strange city couldn't see me. It was as if I was invisible to them.
I walked away and continued up the street. In the far distance, slightly to the left, I could see the outline of skyscrapers. It was the city's downtown. The city's downtown and skyscrapers looked very similar to those of any other physical city, except that the skyscrapers were located on the hills. This strange city had a lower side and the hills. Residential homes were on the lower side. Downtown and the skyscrapers were on the hills. The reverse of how cities in our physical world are laid out.
At this moment my consciousness shifted suddenly from the astral back to the physical and I found myself laying in bed.
"Klim Krishnaya Govindaya Gopijana Vallabhaya Swaha,
Klim Krishnaya Govindaya Gopijana Vallabhaya Swaha..."
I intended to repeat it nine times but I lost count. But I said it several times.
By now the place I was in did not look like my home at all. The walls were all different, the furniture was all different, the layout was all different. I turned towards what would be the rear of my home and climbed over an opening on the wall. It looked like a breakfast bar in the wall. On the other side I saw an opening towards the left. I stepped out of the house through that opening.
Outside I found myself in a strange city. There was a wide street just outside. I could clearly make out other houses on the other side of the street. As I usually do when I'm in the astral plane I decided to go exploring. I stepped out onto the street, turned left and began to walk down the street. I saw a group of about three black guys walking up the street. I began to worry. I realized that I was in a predominantly black section of the town. I was the only non-black there. I thought that the guys were menacing so I attempted to avoid them. I tried to stay out of their radar. Strangely, it was as if they couldn't see me. As if I was invisible to them. Although I was in plain site they seemed to not acknowledge that I was there.
I turned back and began to walk up the street. To my right I saw a roll of houses. I couldn't recognize the house from which I walked out. But this didn't concern me much. I could hear some loud voices. I could tell that there were some black guys being loud and boisterous.
I continued up the street. To my immediate right I saw a trench. Some work was being done. The trench was about waist deep and about two and a half feet wide. On the other side of the trench I saw a guy standing there. I came close and wondered if I was really invisible to these strange denizens of this strange city. I came close but he seemed to not even acknowledge my presence. I picked up a couple of egg sized rocks from the ground near the trench. I threw one rock against another rock near the guy's feet. I wanted to see if he acknowledged the rocks. To my surprise he did. He stared down at the ground with a look of bewilderment in his face. Interesting I thought to myself. He saw the rock I threw but he doesn't see me. I threw a second rock near his feet. Again he looked down with the same look of bewilderment on his face. I was now convinced that the denizens of this strange city couldn't see me. It was as if I was invisible to them.
I walked away and continued up the street. In the far distance, slightly to the left, I could see the outline of skyscrapers. It was the city's downtown. The city's downtown and skyscrapers looked very similar to those of any other physical city, except that the skyscrapers were located on the hills. This strange city had a lower side and the hills. Residential homes were on the lower side. Downtown and the skyscrapers were on the hills. The reverse of how cities in our physical world are laid out.
At this moment my consciousness shifted suddenly from the astral back to the physical and I found myself laying in bed.
Friday, April 21, 2017
Another Revolution
Again, sitting here watching the news. The latest news I have heard regarding Trump and his administration is that Trump still wants to cut federal funding to sanctuary states such as California.
My big question is "Where does Trump think that xx% of the nation's federal tax dollars come from?
THEY COME FROM CALIFORNIA!!!!!
And they always have!
He's committing the very same sin that England committed against the colonies. Taxation without representation. That is exactly what led to the American Revolution that resulted in the thirteen colonies seceding from England. They were being taxed but had no representation (no say-so with how they wanted to run themselves.)
Now, it is California, and other sanctuary states, that are being taxed, and the Trump administration does not give them representation. He does not want to give us federal funding, yet the lion's share of federal taxes come from us!!!!!
After we give to the nation our federal taxes, the Trump administration wants to withhold federal funding to our state(s).
WTF!!!! WE NEED ANOTHER REVOLUTION!!!!
My big question is "Where does Trump think that xx% of the nation's federal tax dollars come from?
THEY COME FROM CALIFORNIA!!!!!
And they always have!
He's committing the very same sin that England committed against the colonies. Taxation without representation. That is exactly what led to the American Revolution that resulted in the thirteen colonies seceding from England. They were being taxed but had no representation (no say-so with how they wanted to run themselves.)
Now, it is California, and other sanctuary states, that are being taxed, and the Trump administration does not give them representation. He does not want to give us federal funding, yet the lion's share of federal taxes come from us!!!!!
After we give to the nation our federal taxes, the Trump administration wants to withhold federal funding to our state(s).
WTF!!!! WE NEED ANOTHER REVOLUTION!!!!
Federal Taxes paid by State, in thousands
California $405,851,295
Texas $279,904,425
New York $269,716,999
Florida $177,389,488
Illinois $158,042,273
Monday, April 17, 2017
Jones Soda Bottles
I found myself in the astral again last night.
I was inside of a training center. I decided to go outside. I walked along a hallway and turned right through a doorway. There was a small corridor, more like an atrium, that led to the outside. As I was walking through the corridor I remembered to vocalize a mantra for protection while in the astral plane. So I paused and began to vocalize the mantra.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4TdH2VP8sE0
At this same moment some people were walking in through the same corridor. A black guy heard me, he stopped, turned to me and asked, "What's up with you dude?" I turned to him and said "It's a chant." He grinned, turned away and continued on his way.
This was an interesting event because it was one of the few times I had direct communication with a denizen of the astral. Although I have been in the astral many times I do not always communicate with them. I prefer to simply explore the astral and take in the scenes, which as I said on another post, are oftentimes very colorful and vivid.
After being interrupted by the guy, I decided to vocalize the mantra a couple of times more. Then I walked out of the building. Outside, the scene looked like a yard. There was still plenty of light outside but it looked the way it does just before the sun sets. I turned left and I saw a small garden. I saw what appeared to be small colorful birds trying to burrow into the ground.
I walked over to get a closer look and was surprised to see that they did not look like birds. They looked like bottles. Like Jones soda bottles.
I walked into the garden and then turned around. At this moment I remembered to also perform the sign of the pentagram, the upward pointing star, for protection. I did so, cautious to not step on any of the colorful creatures that were at my feet.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qeYkj70ATkg
After performing the sign of the pentagram I walked out of the garden and headed back in the direction from where I had come from. Towards my right I saw a group of about four or five people. They appeared to be engaged in a conversation among themselves.
Around this time I felt myself stirring again, and I found myself back in my bed. I was back in my physical body again.
I was inside of a training center. I decided to go outside. I walked along a hallway and turned right through a doorway. There was a small corridor, more like an atrium, that led to the outside. As I was walking through the corridor I remembered to vocalize a mantra for protection while in the astral plane. So I paused and began to vocalize the mantra.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4TdH2VP8sE0
At this same moment some people were walking in through the same corridor. A black guy heard me, he stopped, turned to me and asked, "What's up with you dude?" I turned to him and said "It's a chant." He grinned, turned away and continued on his way.
This was an interesting event because it was one of the few times I had direct communication with a denizen of the astral. Although I have been in the astral many times I do not always communicate with them. I prefer to simply explore the astral and take in the scenes, which as I said on another post, are oftentimes very colorful and vivid.
After being interrupted by the guy, I decided to vocalize the mantra a couple of times more. Then I walked out of the building. Outside, the scene looked like a yard. There was still plenty of light outside but it looked the way it does just before the sun sets. I turned left and I saw a small garden. I saw what appeared to be small colorful birds trying to burrow into the ground.
I walked over to get a closer look and was surprised to see that they did not look like birds. They looked like bottles. Like Jones soda bottles.
I walked into the garden and then turned around. At this moment I remembered to also perform the sign of the pentagram, the upward pointing star, for protection. I did so, cautious to not step on any of the colorful creatures that were at my feet.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qeYkj70ATkg
After performing the sign of the pentagram I walked out of the garden and headed back in the direction from where I had come from. Towards my right I saw a group of about four or five people. They appeared to be engaged in a conversation among themselves.
Around this time I felt myself stirring again, and I found myself back in my bed. I was back in my physical body again.
Thursday, April 13, 2017
Ambulance Chaser
I'm sure most of you are now familiar with the United Airlines incident. The one in which a flyer is seen being dragged out of the airplane.
Well, I'm sitting here watching the news. And just a couple of minutes ago I heard the latest news regarding the incident. According to the newscaster, the man's attorney says that his injuries are worse than they look.
Hm? Since when did attorneys begin to practice medicine?
This reminds me of an old joke I read a long time ago. It went something like this,
"If you are injured, you don't need a doctor, an attorney can tell you what's wrong with you."
Hahahaha!!!! The classic example of an ambulance chaser!
Well, I'm sitting here watching the news. And just a couple of minutes ago I heard the latest news regarding the incident. According to the newscaster, the man's attorney says that his injuries are worse than they look.
Hm? Since when did attorneys begin to practice medicine?
This reminds me of an old joke I read a long time ago. It went something like this,
"If you are injured, you don't need a doctor, an attorney can tell you what's wrong with you."
Hahahaha!!!! The classic example of an ambulance chaser!
Thursday, April 6, 2017
Head Up Ass
Sitting here watching a news program. The Former Chairman for the California Republican Party (Tom Del Beccaro) was being interviewed. One question posed to him was regarding the proposed gasoline tax. I didn't really listen closely to his reply but his last statement was something to the effect that "...thanks to Trump, tax payers in Tennessee are paying for roads in California."
WTF!!!!
Does that dumbass not know that California is one of the five states that contribute the most to this nation's GDP? In fact, according to Forbes, California ranked third as "The States with the Best Economies." Tennessee ranked in at number FORTY-FIVE!!!! Yes, Tennessee ranked in at forty-five. Only a hand full of other states had economies worse than Tennessee.
So now, when Tennessee's economy ranks so low, how can it be possible that Tennessee tax payers could even pay for a single street sign in California? They cannot. Tom Del Beccaro has his head up his ass!
WTF!!!!
Does that dumbass not know that California is one of the five states that contribute the most to this nation's GDP? In fact, according to Forbes, California ranked third as "The States with the Best Economies." Tennessee ranked in at number FORTY-FIVE!!!! Yes, Tennessee ranked in at forty-five. Only a hand full of other states had economies worse than Tennessee.
So now, when Tennessee's economy ranks so low, how can it be possible that Tennessee tax payers could even pay for a single street sign in California? They cannot. Tom Del Beccaro has his head up his ass!
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
Bubble-Headed-Bleach-Blond
Recently I've noticed that some of our local news programs have become pro-Trump.
Trump's making good on such-and-such and Trump's making good on this-that-and-the-other, blah, blah, blah.
"What can Mexico do to save face?" Asked one newscaster regarding the wall and Trump's promise that Mexico would pay for it. WTF?! Since when does one country pay for something built by another? It's called stealing if you demand that another country pay for something you build!
If you build a fence because your neighbor's children keep crossing over to your yard who pays for the fence? YOU DO! Not your neighbor! It's your fence, you pay for it! Sure, sure, sure, you can have your neighbor's children sent to juvenile hall for trespassing into your private property, but the fence is yours, you pay for it.
It's disgusting that the bubble-headed-bleach-blond in the news couldn't figure out that logic.
"I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something-something I can use
People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry...
We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blond
Who comes on at five
She can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam in her eye
It's interesting when people die
Give us dirty laundry..."
- Don Henley
Trump's making good on such-and-such and Trump's making good on this-that-and-the-other, blah, blah, blah.
"What can Mexico do to save face?" Asked one newscaster regarding the wall and Trump's promise that Mexico would pay for it. WTF?! Since when does one country pay for something built by another? It's called stealing if you demand that another country pay for something you build!
If you build a fence because your neighbor's children keep crossing over to your yard who pays for the fence? YOU DO! Not your neighbor! It's your fence, you pay for it! Sure, sure, sure, you can have your neighbor's children sent to juvenile hall for trespassing into your private property, but the fence is yours, you pay for it.
It's disgusting that the bubble-headed-bleach-blond in the news couldn't figure out that logic.
"I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something-something I can use
People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry...
We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blond
Who comes on at five
She can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam in her eye
It's interesting when people die
Give us dirty laundry..."
- Don Henley
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