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Just Another Day

Late March 2012

Hmmm...My newest Idea...I will become, with my writing skills, a Living Martyr...I had another dog fight this morning; I am getting pretty good at breaking them up; knock on wood...
 
    We slept the night without muzzles and for a while the four of us shared the mattress...I was going to go out and get some wood this morning and they started to get to excited...muzzles on...door open and three go out...I have Eddy on leash and I stepped back in to get the wood bin...Eddy was being good and he was persisting the dislike for the muzzle by rubbing my leg with his face vigorously even pushing me off balance at times...He was on leash, they had been good; I took his muzzle off...still on leash...
 
    We went out and I loaded a bin of firewood with Eddy on leash with me and Bonzi was wandering  close to us; no problem...I had just set down the bin to turn and close the door and BAM!!! Eddy hit Bonzi on the back of the neck as usual; with-out muzzle, remember? I had my thick wood gloves on so I fumbled a bit to get hold of his choke chain...As I was going for his chain Charlie, with muzzle on, attacked as I lifted Eddy hangman style and held him hanging by the neck (with-out muzzle and flashing teeth)...  I went for Charlie's choke hold while Eddy (with-out muzzle and flashing teeth) was trying to get back into the fight...
 
    Finally somehow I was holding two dogs (big) off the ground hanging by the neck but still full of fight (Charlie with muzzle actually turned on Eddy once as I held them) and I yelled Bonzi to the house where I was able to push Bonzi into the safety of the house...I reapplied Eddy's muzzle, got my firewood bin with Ed and Charlie on leash and muzzled, entered the house and "educated"!!!
 
Now that I have done that they all three lay peacefully at my feet; as it should be...It seems that I need to "Educate" some lying thieving worthless souls and show them where judgment should/would/will/may come from...
 
    I believe my written word, per my rights would scare people; the people that have the guilt will be most afraid...as they should be...
 
    My current set of dog fights is; I believe do to MY energy...My current energy level is ruthless (no pun intended) and critical mass has been achieved...Only the dog can keep it in check and "the dog" is obviously having a tough time...
 
    Like the mosquito that sucks blood; some souls have trespassed on MY souls journey...UNACCEPTABLE! and it MUST STOP!!! You can get no more of my blood cause it is all gone   The only thing left in my veins is anti-freeze...I am only alive because of anti-freeze...Warning...Anti-freeze is poison...If you take that also you will die...just a warning ...
 
Well how is that for a start at Living Martyrhood and I have not even started to name names and bite people...I think the people will know whom they are; they will be the ones seeking out a restraining order as if that would do any good...I will attack from the inside where murder is legal...
 
Gonna go back to the beauty of the day, light snow last night and 8 quail on the front lawn this morning...wow...it is lightly snowing right now...I am that I AM...
 

Have a great day irregardless...

 

I WAS ROBBED

On or about a Sunday mid afternoon in the middle of March I was at the property where I had resided for the last twenty five years.
 
My father died in '07 and my mother had the ten acre parcel split into two five acre parcels with the two houses being on the upper five acre parcel. The plan was to sell the upper and condense down to the lower five acres.
 
She was working with a banker type of person getting a reverse mortgage on the upper 5 with two houses, the bank person said "stop making your monthly payments" then, six months later the bank said that she did not qualify and was in arrears with the payments...
 
The bank refused to help her get caught up and foreclosed on the upper five with two houses; the bank did not even know there was an in-law unit on the property...
 
We were getting ready to habituate the lower five; we had a hard copy of the title and we spent about 7 thousand on a well and had made the down payment on a mobile that my mother would be comfortable in when the bank said, oh yeah, what you signed twenty five years ago says we get it all...
 
I had all of my personal stuff on the lower five preparing for a new permanence; We had a hard copy deed...I was staying in my camper and my new shed that I had bought for the purpose of storage. My water was shut off and I had to vacate abruptly.
 
I had talked to Bryon ************ at***_**** and he said the due to possible snow my stuff would be alright until the spring thaw...That property gets heavy snow, it would be a while before I could move it and I needed time to find a new abode...this was around Oct '11... fast forward to around the end of January or the beginning of March... I was told of a short escrow by Bryon and the need to start moving my stuff out. I called him several times with no return phone call and future registered mailings went unaccepted.
 
I had made two trips and got quite a bit out but I had twenty fives years worth of stuff and the weather was getting more wintry.
 
On my last trip, a Sunday mid-March, I was packing a load and Jim, the new owner, stopped by; I introduced myself and my four dressed and working service dogs along with the short story of my accident and brian injury. He said that this was to be my last trip to get stuff and anything left would belong to him because I had signed a statement of release...(that was for the house and the upper five)...I never signed anything on the lower five acres...I confirmed with him...The plow? yes! My shed? yes  my personal property? yes my firewood? yes my fence>? yes...by this time my brain injury was starting to act up and the tremors had started and my service dogs were interrupting my absul seizures that my brain injury causes...I angrily yanked them away from the situation. One time my absul seizure caused me to hit my own service dog in the head half a dozen time with a coffee mug...Absul seizures are a dangerous and scary thing...I feel that had not my dogs intervened someone could have been hurt very badly...
 
I felt intimidated and verbally robbed...422 PC and 211 PC should cover that...There is also a conspiracy involved with the neighborhood but they will act squeaky clean...I want to press charges and get my property back.
 
A crime has been committed and it is the responsibility of the District Attorney to investigate and prosecute...I do not see the D/A being very helpful at all; I already have a complaint sitting on the State Attorneys General's desk...An addendum is no problem...

This event affected my service dogs...the above written event occurred just days before the fight...

 
 

 

 

Thoughts are things...

 

 
     Krap was my first thought as I read the bathroom wall...Thoughts are things...I remembered what I was just thinking about and I hoped what I had just read was wrong...

It was not wrong as I walked outside and saw my car, now upside down on the street...and...I had just been thinking about that...I knew this would be a different day as I walked to the store...

     
     With in an hour of positing the above writing I was out back watering and Eddy attacked Charlie...A very nasty fight...dogs only fight to the death; they were going full bore...Water full blast to the fighting heads did nothing but get us wet...I finally got hold of the respective choke chains and held them up till they had to release...hanging dogs don't fight for long... 5-17-12

Siskiyou county Deputies ruined my service dog...

My Arrest 4-5-09

 
 

a mass hypnosis

He watched the television commercial with an intensity not before seen by man...This was his commercial and soon he would see if it worked as he planned...The television commercial just ended and strangely the TV turned off...perfect...The plan was starting to work...the code that he had inserted into the broadcast data stream had just shut down every TV on planet earth...
 
    He ran to the window; jumping over the couch in the process and landed on his dogs tail causing a yelp to be heard for miles...
 
    He looked out the window and saw all of his neighbors filing out into the street, everybody was filing into the street...they were all naked...it was working...his television commercial with a mass hypnosis suggestion worked and now it was time to buy 30 minutes instead of the 30 second slot he had tested with...
 
 
 

Don Ho...the Happy Hawaiian

 
She was puzzled...She had not even finished school yet for her private investigators license and she already had her first job... well...she had a hand written note and 5 thousand in cash...apparently a retainer according to the note...The note also requested that she find Don Ho...the Happy Hawaiian.

She had heard the name on the news but drew a blank on the whyfore of his news appearance. The computer was her next stop... Don Ho was placed into a search engine and what she found out actually scared her...Now she remembered the news story...and...it scared her the first time she heard of Don Ho...the Happy Hawaiian...

He would laugh and people would disappear...now he had disappeared and her job according to the 5 thousand dollar retainer was to fine the happy Hawaiian...Dead or Alive according to the last scribbled sentence...

She contemplated life for a brief moment and pocketed the cash...Things were starting to get interesting...


Don Ho, the Happy Hawaiian woke up laughing as he always did but today's laugh hinted at turmoil... Not for him but for that Lady PI that he had heard about. He would give her the slip permanently today.

He started his car with his left hand; he was trying to become a southpaw but it was slow going; he actually drew blood just the other day whilst picking his nose. The car lurched forward as it came to life in gear then stopped resting on top of his bicycle... Don Ho, the happy Hawaiian, just laughed.

Don Ho, the Happy Hawaiian was a pretty good PI himself as he sat in front of the small cafe watching the lady PI sent to find him; eating a veggie burger...He had only heard of them he was intrigued and getting hungry.

Don Ho, the Happy Hawaiian quickly put on the disguise that he had brought with him. He NEEDED a veggie burger and it seemed like the risk was worth it...

"Table for one" "hehhehheh" ricocheted off the walls and the lady PI froze mid-bite...The finest of the hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention and started to shake...that laugh...she had only read about it but nothing could settle the hairs on her neck; they were never wrong...
     
 

Something Wonderful is going to Happen

Something wonderful is going to happen...A wonderful statement in the manifestation of "things"...Ever since I started handing out this phrase freely with good intent I have felt good giving hope... it is time to see how that statement really works...Lets see...I started handing out this positive phrase in late 3-09...

 

late 3-09 Girlfriend moves local, I build her a fence, she ends the relationship...

 

early 4-09 I get tazed and arrested trying to help an abused dog by sheriff deputy...
I get screwed over in a forced plea deal...

 

New fence is build for new girlfriend and dumped again...

 

My complaint goes unanswered by the state attorneys general...

 

Wells Fargo will not cooperate with an elderly lady (my mother) to adjust house payments after 25 years of payments...yup...foreclosed on...
new owner steals personal stuff, no one will help...

 

2 months in a trailer park with dog fights...
I am informed that I do not have service dogs; I have emotional support dogs and that does not qualify for a 50 dollar a month stipend that I had been getting for ten years...apparently PTSD and a TBI does not qualify...

 

My new next door neighbor yelled at me and called me a faggot bitch numerous times repeatedly ...I decked him...cops called...he wants to press charges...

 

My number one service dog has been ruined by the tazing incident; he now will fight with-in the pack; he has attacked me...the fights continue...

 

The local judges said that I can not sue...

 

I think about death daily...but...remember..."Something Wonderful" may have happened and gone unnoticed...but...you get my point...

 

 

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Sitting at the Magic Window
by Dave Thomason
 
   He had just looked out the window and now it was gone, it couldn't be gone...He would have seen it go because he was looking out the window the whole time...He would have heard the garbage truck if were anywhere nearby but the only thing lurking nearby was the silence...he just watched...
 
    His neighbor had just stepped outside... He watched him intently, his nose pressed against the window; Gone...his neighbor was gone...his window was getting dirty...he vowed silently to wash it soon but for now he was transfixed watching the world disappear right from his window...The mail delivery truck just turned down the street...gone...just like that...just gone...
 
    He was not expecting any mail anyway, no big deal...The paperboy on the bicycle turned the corner and he was gone...
 
    The answering machine light flashed rapidly...Some new fangled device that allowed the message leaver to set the priority of their message with the flashing light...he had never seen it before and had only just recently learned of it when reading the directions while sitting on the toilet...
 
    He pushed the play button as he gazed out the window waiting to see what would disappear next; the message played, "Hi sweetie; (it was his wife that he had finally found after searching the world for his one and only true love), I got off work early and I will pick up some Pizza, see ya soon, Love you more that the sky has stars"...The end of message beep and the car turning the corner occurred simultaneously as did the entire comprehension of the situation...
 
    The question is...what would you do if you were he...a no brainier for sure...

 
 

     

My Life Saving letter to KTVN

 
...He hung himself...the words cut thru me like a sharp sickle and worked just as well...I had lunch with him yesterday...he was trying to talk about what was bothering him but he made no real sense to me...and....now...he is dead...I will never have lunch with him again...if only...
 
...If only... are the words that a lot of family's are saying to themselves...if only...
 
There is another way that is kept secret...The owner trained service dog as allowed by law...if only...
view from my desk...
 
I have been trying to get the word out but I am not listened to...therefore...because you are my "local" channel I have decided to "get your attention"...What you are now reading was sent to the 15 of you news people listed on your site...I have made a group address for you all...I send often with my morning coffee...I have a new section on my site under 'My Writings' and I will start posting my letters pleading for help in the saving of lives and the fact that I am not heard...foolish people abound...sorry...I suppose cosmically and spiritually speaking some must die...too bad...if only...
 
 
I am only alive because of "the dog" and it is my duty to help others learn to help themselves and learn to love life again...One three minute segment from on the double yellow in Nubieber should do the trick...
 
 
 

 
 
 
Then it Happened
 
He heard the crack at the same time the stick was ripped from his grasp...The sudden G load blurred his vision as he tried to analyze in his mind what had happened...the only thing he knew for sure was that he was not flying anymore; it was the other F word that concerned him now; Falling was the name of the game and the law of gravity had been invoked...
 
He thought of his parachute; a small cheap one that was comfortable to sit on; he silently yelled at himself for not having a recent pack card...no body ever looks at your pack card...till now when it would be found in his flattened wallet; expired...
 
"He could have survived" was the only headline in the newspaper that he could imagine...damm parachutes..."whoda thunk"...He thought that would read well next to the RIP on his tombstone...
R.I.P.
Whoda Thunk
 
Suddenly he remembered that morning in his workshop at home and the device that he had just completed the soldering on and it was in his pocket...Never tested but mathematically correct it should work...the actual stopping and reversing of time..."If Only" he thought as he pushed the button...
 
The flash of light blinded him and the sting in his fingers was worst than that of an African bee.
 
The G load diminished quicker that it started and weightlessness was serving his lunch...again...
 
The end of the world appeared on the horizon as he regained partial control and pulled a reversing left turn so hard his sunglasses cut his face as the G-load peeled the glasses from his eyes. SHIT!!! his face stung and the blood was polluting his vision...Blurred and bloodied his vision was the only thing he had left...He was all out of luck...

 

 

Then There Was One

 

He walked down the board walk; the planks of hand sawn dried wood creaking with every jangle of his spurs; his horse saw him coming and its ears fell forward in anticipation of what he had done before...His tail swished; the flies scattered.
 
The cowboy slowed and stood watching; everything and nothing...he saw it all...his gun hand twitched.
 
The six shooter belonged to his father; now dead because he was to slow when the only thing that counted was being fast...
 
That would not happen to him; the broken glass bottles behind the old hotel attested to that fact. He had become good and fast...This was the most important combination of skills necessary for survival in the new town of Nubieber.
 

His badge hung heavy on his shirt. He did not want it but since he was the only man in town with a six shooter the job was his.

 

The McGurties were in town and the badge he wore only made him a target and a good target he was.

 

 

~It Must be the Heat~

 
She hung by the neck and the wind stirred her body as she hung from the clothesline...or...was it her wash...it sure looked like her. She was out earlier hanging her clothes and now she was hanging by the neck from her own partially filled clothesline...A pink top and black pants...blond hair or was that a towel...What to do-what to do...
 
I could go over and check; it was only a hundred yards erso...but...if it were just her wash then I would look like a stalking/nosey neighbor...and...if it were her hanging by the neck, deader than dead; how do I explain that?
 
WAIT! was that her dancing? I had seen her dance before...no...it was just the wind as she hung by the neck.
 
I know...I will make an anonymous report of a dead lady hanging by the neck...but...nowadays anonymous is just a myth...bad idea...she has kids and a husband; someone should find her soon...
 
I would feel pretty bad by not really doing anything but by the time I ran to where she was hanging from she would still be dead and I would be outa breath talking to the cops...I don't like that idea...
 
WAIT!!!...I will get my binoculars...if...I can remember where they are...darn...
 
BINGO!!! Another idea...I will use my digital camera and zoom in for a picture then take it in to a photo editing program then enlarge the area where she seems to be hanging from...I hope the batteries still have enough for just one more picture...
 
Wrong...bad idea...I can just hear the question now..."Dave, Why do you have a picture of your dead neighbor hanging by the neck from the clothes line?"
 
WAIT...more movement...she just came out and collected her wash; Now what to do...dinner time I guess...seeya

 

 
 
The Day the Earth Stopped Moving
 
    It happened in an instant...The earth stopped moving and only I knew about it...This was to be an ordinary day of hang gliding from a nice mountain top...but...the wind blew more than a working lady...
 
    My glider was set up, stretched tight and the only thing keeping it and myself on the ground was the muscle of my ground crew.
 
    I stood, hooked in and holding my glider into the wind. There were times that the 90 pound glider weighted nothing as it was already flying and just waiting for the word.
 
    Clear was the word and I said it louder than the roar of the wind CLEAR!...
 
    My two wing men/ground crew both let go of the wing wires at the same time as the were instructed to and the G load started instantly...Straight up we went, glider first and I was being flattened into my prone cocoon harness and pulled along for the ride......
 
    My vairometer screamed its high pitched exhilaration cry in very loud & clear digital beeps...The faster the beeps the faster you were climbing...The beeping had turned into a steady tone and I was going about as fast as I wanted to go forward but the wind was going just as fast so I just sat still and watched the earth stop moving as I headed for the darkness of space...
 
    The only thing between me and space was the one darn cloud now getting ready to swallow a hang glider for lunch...Lunch sounded pretty good and I was approaching cloud base...I'm outa here was the only thought on my mind as I went aerobatic at cloud base with Lionel Riche's music, 'Dancing on the ceiling," coming into my full coverage helmet... The thin air at 14,000 feet was making my brain flat spin between my ears...my aerobatics were good and clean...
 
    I turned downwind, pull on some speed and flew several miles to a nearby small town and landed alongside the highway...My retrieval ride was there with in 5 minutes...Yes it was now lunchtime...
 
    Just another day in the mind of Dave...
 

The Search

ParaToys

 

He leveled out and the G-load subsided. He could see again. The turn was so sudden and so necessary he did not have time to "guttural up" for the G's. His vision blurred and things were starting to grey out.
 
He was now floating ten feet off of the ground and the smell of bacon on the fire grabbed the attention of his nose; it too was running on this cold morning while searching the campground for the killer.
 
He had contracted with the local law enforcement to fly a search pattern. Flying the Quad Blackhawk powered para-glider. Charlie the "nose" search dog extraordinaire would ride and search sitting right up front. He could search several square miles per hour using this method and he was never wrong...as the pilot you would just follow Charlie's nose.

Charlie's Nose

 

This search started hours earlier when a killer entered the campground. He had already killed a family of four and their dog...this guy was ruthless and sick. He had eaten one of the dogs legs.
 
He was now on the loose as he had been for the past year. The campground killings as they were called came as no surprise. Society was sick and there was no doubt about it. The only important thing now was Charlie boy's nose...The only thing that had half a chance of catching the killer was a dog's nose and this dog was Charlie.
 
Charlie had been just riding with his nose in the wind, his ears fluttering, his nose twitching...
 
Suddenly he perked up and spun 90 degrees following his nose, He smelled something and now it was time to fly or lose the scent. High speed low flying was going to be the method of operation this early morning.
 
Charlie spun back forward indicating they were on the scent as the pilot pulled another hard turn; this time to avoid that pesky sheriff helicopter. Didn't they recall being informed of how Charlie's nose worked? 
 
Charlie was getting better at handling the G-load and was back on the scent within seconds the only problem was the river and highway straight ahead...Which way to go? Charlie was busy seemingly watching the shadow of the flying machine but he was working...his nose was twitching.
 
Charlie looked left, looked right, stuck his nose straight up and sniffed...DEEP...One big sneeze later and he was facing the  highway with innocent people driving to destinations unknown and there was a killer down there somewhere.
 
The pilot was thankful that he had gone for the bullet proof flooring, a simple kevlar blanket strung tight...The theory of the kevlar being strung tight would mean that any bullets that went into the kevlar bounced back out of the kevlar right at the shooter. Testing had shown this method of return fire was effective. More so than Charlie working a gun anyway. The nose was his game and he knew what knows means...
 
The pilot was right on the trail and Charlie flinched. The pilot did not know what happened but Charlie flinched and was now going crazy and barking to the left...A climbing G-load visited the bellies on board (BOB) and a dog grunt was even heard...the pursuit was on...
 
Left, right straight, up, down; Following Charlie's nose was what he was being paid to do...Charlie was straining in his harness trying to stand in his seat...power on and up they went...
 
They were miles downwind of the campground but with-in a reasonable distance of pursuit/search patterns and suddenly Charlie turned and snapped his teeth shut so hard the click of teeth reverberated off of the underside of the wing...As Charlie turned his head it became apparent of what the chase was for...One big butterfly hung from Charlie's jowls and he appeared to be smiling.

 

 

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