Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Part II of "If I Were to Write a Novel ..."

IF I WERE TO WRITE A NOVEL . . .
PART II
Scroll down to read Part I first

Peter Tare, his rave, rants and harangues regarding President Xi and China's New Silk Road, quashed by No Such Agency and cancelled by gmail, was stifled only briefly when he found a charming, cutie from Nebraska's farmlands who knew a way to work around the roadblock.

Margo put his computer on blogspot so that he could no longer have to address all of Peter's Pack, but his Pack could, at their leisure, open up their browser to his blogspot to find the latest Snippet or poke at the Establishment Swamp Creatures.  Of course, those ESC, the slime infesting the swamp called government, knew that Peter was on to their nefarious game, but calculated that he now was isolated and could spread his alarm world wide. The Delvers of No Such assured themselves that his blog was receiving just a few to zero comments.  That indicated few were reading it and those who were had no clue on how to spread the alarm.

The ESC's agenda, of course, was proceeding on target and on schedule.  Uncle Sam's USA, the America of the Founding Fathers, was doomed as OBOR, the New Silk Road's web grew wider.  The Progressive Party, camouflaged as the Democrats, were proceeding apace with Communist world domination -- Chinese-style Communism, of course, was doing the guiding, but few Progressives were aware of the orchestration.

OBOR's initial web thrown across southern Asia was a twin route casting, one by sea, one by land.  The high-speed rail line through Khorgos, Khazakstan, thence Iran and on into Turkey was backed up by a line from Khorgos into Moscow and on into Belgium.

The sea routes from China's east coast ports through the South China Sea and the Malacca Straits were reinforced by the enhanced truck routes through Pakistan and Afghanistan to Gwadar, thence by sea to Adriatic Sea ports and Port Sudan in Africa.  The nearby Iranian/Indian seaport at Chabahar somehow may figure into the Sino-planning of the future.

Chinese high-speed train lines spread like a Black Widow's web engulfing all of Europe, Eurasia, Africa, Asia and South America, all tied back to China through sea lanes.  America's Navy shrank as the U.S. Treasury was robbed by the welfare state to feed the immigrant masses as well as the citizens left adrift in a sea of Chinese goods they no longer could afford.  California's idiot governor, Flaky Brown, was leading the open border policy.

Chinese trade (did anyone mention eventual hegemony?) then in time could dominate the Eurasian landmass as well as the continent of Africa leading to economic captivity.  At this point, Peter must remind the reader to stop thinking in Western Civilization timelines and think in Chinese time; not in 4 or 5 years or even a decade but the inexorable creeping in scores of years or even a century or two.

Then, the American Progressive will have been thrown under their New Brave World bus and China will control global economics.  What's left of the USA will wither on the vine and crumble into a disaster such as Venezuela is today.

Added to the speed of America's decline will be the additional burden of the uneducated, unskilled masses of illegal immigrants pouring into the welfare state's socialistic countryside to take advantage of the largess.  As the Treasury dries up, the illegal aliens and the jihadist Muslims jointly will hurry up the process of the disintegration of the Founding Fathers' great experiment in freedom.

Peter saw his beloved USA slither into a morass of chaos as anarchy, food riots and mayhem lay upon the land.  Armed Americans began to add to the anarchy as they rose up in revolt, shooting the rioters without regard to laws -- and law enforcement officers joined them.  The North American continent was aflame as Little Brother Canada, too, was in flames.  

Mexico was under the boot heel of the military as it fruitlessly sought status quo antebellum.  Executions drastically reduced Mexico's long-smoldering problem of over-population as well as the mass exodus northward.  

The remainder of Meso-America was occupied with Chinese-allied troops from China's major base in Panama. 

Peter, his computer long-since confiscated by Federal agents, simply retired into a sort of somnambulism state and spent his remaining time whittling walking sticks at his desert home awaiting the knock on the door by Progressive Bureau of Investigation troopers.  It was recorded that he kept murmuring, "I tried to warn them, but no one would read my blogspot." 

That's the novel I would write if I were to write a novel.  No one would read it.  But you might leave a comment should you happen to think of it.
THE END



Sunday, April 15, 2018

A NUDE SUMMER AT THE LAKE

It was a beautiful late summer day when Bonnie wanted to increase her tan before the rains of fall splattered upon the land.  The sun was delightfully hot as she slipped off her bikini top and lay on a tatami mat in the sand by the lake, alone with her reveries.

Nearby was an apple tree.  The golden apple that Bonnie had espied while walking past was just about ripe for the picking.  

But, the apple had hosted an ugly beetle had visited it weeks earlier in the spring and had stung it with its ovapositor.  Inside the apple, a worm named Motor had hatched to begin gnawing away at the pulp to grow into another ugly beetle, just like its mother.

Bonnie, seeing no one close by, decided to totally sun bathe as the rays soothed her golden skin.  She slipped off her bikini bottom to take full advantage of the sun.  As she drowsed, inside the golden apple, Motor was gnawing away, unseen, unheard, growing ever larger.

Nude and golden-skinned, Bonnie drifted off into sleep, lying there on her tatami under the soothing rays of the golden sun.  She was gorgeous, her flat tummy between her pert, small breasts and long slender, shapely legs -- all growing even more charmingly golden.

Meanwhile, Motor was tunneling, tunneling, tunneling.

Bonnie awoke, feeling hungry, and she recalled that tempting golden apple on the tree beside the lake.  Still naked and golden, she arose, plucked the apple from the tree and was ready to take a bite when -
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THE END






Friday, April 13, 2018

Snippet for Triskadekaphobia Day

Kith and Kin Everywhere,

So it's Friday, the 13th in April, 2018, and we've moved from the rim of summer's blast of furnace heat back to chilly spring weather.  The two of us love our blistering summer here in the Arizona desert, even when the mercury surpasses the 120° mark.  Of course, we then can escape at our will into our air conditioned abode, car or store.  Some may recall that we recorded an unofficial 126° last summer.

It's only 71° with 28 mph winds blasting out of the north right now.  How strange after the mercury already has been in the high 90°s and flirting with triple digits.  But it is spring and this is the desert.

The ripe lemons are being blown off our tree that is confused.  There are blossoms, green lemons and ripe ones all at the same time.  Kumquats?  All picked, dried and in Mason jars, except for one new tree.  The fruit is nice and orange, but just not quite ripened as yet, with some green still showing.

Roadrunners!  Babe, the newest one, will come down on the patio to get our attention through the glass doors, but doesn't like to stay there, surrounded by rock walls.  He/She/It would rather stay atop the wall where he will actually take a meatball from my fingers.  He is the first one of several generations who will do that.  Evolution at work?  Kidding.  Hardee, the Elder, shows up only occasionally, now.  We do believe that they are tending to a nest.

Plans are all made for our June trip to Portland for Fleet Week where we hope to see some of our readers joining us to pay a visit to the only fully-operational WW2 PT boat in the world.  About 750 vessels of the "plywood Navy" were built and I had given up on her when I first espied her years ago.  She was a derelict scrap, then The Twelve, my title for a dozen motor torpedo boat veterans living in the Northwest, became dedicated to her restoration and went to work. 

They attracted a mass of newer generation men and women who put her back into full operational mode.  She is now original down to the electronics and even the toaster and binoculars -- an amazing feat by an amazing crew of volunteers.  All this was accomplished without a major sponsor.

Current generations give a blank look when we mention PT (Patrol Torpedo) boats.  I usually just simplify an explanation that most of the Navy's iron-ships were sunk at Pearl Harbor so Uncle Sam built 3/4s of a thousand wooden, 80-foot boats, armed them with guns and torpedoes and we sailors went hunting for the Imperial Japanese Navy as well as the German Kriegsmarine. 

This seems to satisfy most of the post-WW2 generations.

Anyway, M5 and I will be in Portland during the first full week in June with son Mike doing the driving up and back.  That trip starts a flurry of travel for us through June of 2019 and the 75th Anniversary of D-Day in Normandy.

If you can't join us in Portland, just send money -- for a boat is a hole in the water into which disappears money, you may recall.

Over and out.


Saturday, April 7, 2018

Pity Poor Me

Kith and Kin Everywhere, April 7, 2018,

Every 3 months, the eye doc has to check my eyesight, my having a hint of
macular degeneration, albeit with still 20/20 vision.  

As you may note, I simply hate the process when the fetching -- no, knockout! -- Shannon, the Eye Tech Girl, will grab the hat off my head, don it, sit on my lap and snap a 'selfie.'

You can tell that I simply detest the fantastic adventure.
See that scowl as she wraps those lovely arms around me?

No, no, my 'nurse,' My Marvelous Marlene, always accompanies me and approves as I suffer the pangs of such painful behavior.
Things are that tough, here in the desert; don't feel sorry for me, though, as I'm able to suffer through it.



As some of Jack's Pack may have noticed, we never eat fast food, although we do dine out often.  Well, the newspaper had an Arby's ad for gyros and we both love Greek food, so we bought two to take home after our gym workout.

Now we know why we don't patronize such places.  The clientele seemed in need of a shower, a visit to a dentist and a laundromat.

O-o-o-e-es they were!  

And the gyros may have had some sort of sauce, but it wasn't tzatziki and the meat lacked the zing of oregano and lamb that makes Greco cuisine so zestful.  Yep, should have gone to Niko's!  At least the diners are clean there and most have a full set of teeth -- where did those scumbags come from?  

Shades of the Grapes of Wrath!  Well, it is 97° and sunny here while the folks back East are suffering from precipitation in one form or another.  That does attract visitors to our city.

And now we'll return to our pondering about the web of railroads that China is weaving throughout Central Asia, Africa and Europe -- One Belt, One Road, they call it -- or the New Silk Road.  We think it serves also as a noose around Uncle Sam's neck.

How do you view it?  Click on "No Comment" to comment -- I don't understand why, but just do it.

PT Jack, the Neanderthal




Friday, April 6, 2018

China Strikes Again

Kith and Kin Everywhere this April 6, 2018,

Allow me to expound on events that the MSM as well as the "Free Press" are keeping out of the news:

China is ripping us a new one, hence Trump's playing with tariffs, perhaps.  As a hotelier, I'm sure his empire's staff is keeping him apprised of world events even as the government bureaucrats might not.  His empire must have geographers employed to keep tab on happenings by the Chi-Coms.

Let's tuck away in some recesses of our personal RAM that China is Communist.  It may be well underway to become the world's supplier of capitalistic merchandise, but it remains dominated, ruled, by a Communist oligarchy under a very strong president.

Into those mental recesses, also stuff in the fact that the Chinese thinking/planning is so very different from ours in Western Civilization.  The Chinese plan in decades and scores of decades, then proceed with the plan and sub-plans with sloth-like speed making sure to cover all exigencies with substitute plans/routes. 

But, China more than a year ago sent its first train from Urumqi to London -- did you know that?

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2017/01/02/china-launches-freight-train-britain/

It was news in the UK, but who ever saw a whisper in the USA press?  Oh, perhaps in economic journals that none of us Joe Sixpacks read, but certainly not in our mass media.  America is being sucker-punched as China builds/finances more rail lines in Croatia, Austria and even Iran and Africa, for cripe's sake!  With American money, I might add, as almost every consumer good we are able to purchase comes with a "Made in China" label, other than food, of course.  Unless you're buying at the 99¢ Store chain with its canned goods from China.

Then there's tilapia, "the fish to save the world from hunger."  Marlene and I spotted huge fish farms in Shanghai that resembled cesspools.  We stopped buying or eating tilapia!

The point being is that the more we Westerners buy from China, the more capital that President Xi Jinping has to finance America's own demise.  Yet, thanks mostly to the administrations of Clinton, the Bushes and Obama, the USA has caused most of American factories to now be called "The Rust Belt."

Meanwhile, trade from China across Central Asia is bustling:

https://asia.nikkei.com/Politics-Economy/Economy/Kazakhstan-dry-port-key-hub-for-China-s-Belt-and-Road-scheme

Of course, you never heard of it -- America is being murdered in our sleep as we text each other about unimportant and inane things.  

It's time to awaken from our juvenile somnambulism and begin to spread the word far and wide to ALL of our friends that a Deep State, the Progressives, are killing our nation.  They are all in George Soro's camp of One World.  The present leader is China under the guise of commerce and it is working.  Global Dominance by Communist China is a force underway.

Stop looking up porn and jokes and begin to search the Web for happenings in that part of the world of which we know but little and understand less -- Central Asia and the New Silk Road.  Your grandchildren will rue your every purchase of goods made in China for it is that fact that is paying for the New Silk Road!!!!

All the while, we and our kids have been immersed in subtle, gradual, Communism of a style we for which our educational system did NOT prepare us to understand or to battle.  In fact, John Dewey's Progressive Education set the stage for America to accept Gramsci Marxism lock, stock and barrel.

https://www.americanthinker.com/articles/2007/02/cultural_marxism.html

Now, the question begs; are we howling at the moon or are we opening doors of understanding to our readers?  Or have we become left-wing-nuts?
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Thursday, April 5, 2018

Snippet

Kith and Kin Everywhere on this April X, 2018,

Quite a day here in the Arizona desert.  I got up to a blood sugar of 116, indicating that I should skip breakfast.  No idea of the cause.  Showered and My Marvelous Marlene drove me down to #1 Nails to get a pedicure.  I gave up driving several years back while keeping my drivers license "in case."

Too large a belly and 92 years somehow prevent me from grooming my own toenails  -- and Marlene refuses to do so for which I don't blame her.  They're tough as -- well -- toenails and grow prodigiously.  Medicare provides for a nail cut every 60 days, but I require one every 30, so we skip Medicare and seek out professional nail artists at our expense.   You're welcome, taxpayer!

The podiatrist who cared for our feet retired and the remaining ones in our small and remote town are booked solid, so we rely on the Vietnamese gals at #1 Nails.

While we're on the subject of our small town (55,000 permanent), our block "do be a-changin'."  The house directly across our one-block-long street is occupied for 3 or 4 months a year by a couple from Iowa, Tom and Carol, who prefer the humidity, the rain, the snow, the insects of Iowa over Havasu's heat.  The paper this morning says 95° today, so they fled eastward.

Next door to them down toward the lake, a couple named Liz and Frank moved in some stuff after buying the house.  Several months later and they still haven't taken up residence from Burbank, CA.  Evidently, they will be retiring a little later.

Uphill from Tom and Carol, toward the mountains, is a house that went up for sale yesterday when 86-year-old Betty from Corona, CA, decided to sell.  They never really moved in and her husband passed away shortly after they purchased it. 

Anybody want to be our neighbor?  A lightly-lived-in 3 bdrm w/3 car garage and great neighbors; Art and Carolyn on one side, seldom-seen-Iowans on the other and us across the street.  We are in need of more Lunies on Lunar Drive!  Three houses in a row unoccupied.

Yes, our roadrunners are still around, patrolling the neighborhood for snakes and lizards.  At 0630 this morning, Babe, a young-un, was peering in through the all-glass door begging for a meatball.  Each has its own character.  Hardee will eat at my feet while cooing his greeting; but Babe prefers no conversation and to eat atop the wall surrounding our rear patio.  Babe comes with inches of my face to accomplish that.

We are beginning to see a pattern in the fourth or fifth generation of roadrunners in that the adults apparently leave the easy pickin's of our meatballs to the kids while they seek out new territory.  Isn't that strange?  You'd think they'd kick the kids down the block to keep the meatballs coming to them.

Jim in PA and Laura in Upstate NY may still be getting snow, but we are luxuriating in our 90° + and anxiously awaiting triple digits.  I've been slowly constructing some walking sticks and hiking poles at the same time I'm cleaning out my workshop side of the garage.

There's an almost new bandsaw, an engraver, a scroll saw, a bench grinder, a belt/disc sander, a Delta drill press and various other power hand tools out there that maybe our kids might covet -- or might get donated to the schools for a tax write-off.  I've reached the age of tinkering rather than woodworking.  Rifle stock carving is long gone; the old fingers no longer capable of the fine precision required along with the patience required.

As you can deduce from the above, all is well around our place and we hope all is well around yours.

PT Jack, the Neanderthal -- and the Marvelous Marlene




Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Mental Hospitals and Guns

Kith and Kin Everywhere on the April 4, 2018,

Ever wonder why there were almost no shootings/school attacks/rampages back in the Dark Ages when I was growing up -- 1920s/1930s?

Just take a look at what the government did to our nation back during the post-World War II era in regard to "insane asylums" and locking up nut cases.  Politicians quickly bought into the huge mistake in order to save mental hospital costs -- the saving of which that they could usurp for their own pet projects.

https://www.nytimes.com/1984/10/30/science/how-release-of-mental-patients-
began.html

And such misplaced follies has led to school shootings and the insane Iranian woman at the You Tube company opening fire and the list goes on and on.  So the libards blame the gun.  It's a mental issue, not a gun issue.  Let's get back to locking up and giving treatment to those among us who just not right.

http://www.nydailynews.com/opinion/insane-violent-street-article-1.1225716

Some humans simply are irretrievably insane and should remain incarcerated for their own safety as well as society's.  Others might be salvaged and become contributing citizens after some serious psychiatric procedures.  Just turning them loose to prey on the innocent is criminal unto itself and must be looked upon as a failed policy.

PT Jack, the Neanderthal