Tuesday, December 5, 2017

CHARGE OF THE RIGHT BRIGADE

MY GEM FAIRE IV -

BSC, CA – If this were a Marvel Comics tale from the 60s or 70s a front cover banner announcing 'This One Has It All!' would be appropriate. There were 'great conversations' and information flowed, as you can see with our Sunday front line of Cindy, Maureen, and Marsha [farthest from camera] key shot.


It was the season close for our troop of cultural ministers who bring truth and light to those curious or isolated by what they see happening that their families/co-workers don't. For those folks we are a lighthouse in the stormy sea of television propaganda and ignored real news, a point brought home in Dane Wigington's current DVD on the subject of 'Geo-engineering'.

We also added a fresh walk-on from a previous Costa Mesa Gem Faire, our 'Alien Photos' guy returned, and once again we listened as various Gem Faire visitors related their health encounters with the techno-woes we had posters and literature on. That's real live validation of what we preach. And we learned the real dish on Governor's Brown veto of the cell tower telephone bill by way of Huntington Beach, its first victim. All this and more, after the jump.

Question: How many pedophile elites in the world are there? Answer: 300,000* 

This answer and other tidbits of information are what you recieve when you stand on the front line of buried facts. And buried facts are what we provide by way of our pamphlets, posters, and official docs, one of which showed proof of a city government out of control, cough, Huntington Beach.   


Of course this mindset of unelected royalty isn't rare, as anyone familiar with Temecula's ongoing 'Altair' project for the city's west hills can see. Reported in the Valley News [Temecula coverage] November 24 issue, after listening to the reported impact of more traffic, destruction of the local wildlife environment and negative citizen comments about the new high end area of Temecula, turned their ears off to approve the plan that the businessmen [realtors] wanted.


Even Republican Assembly person Melissa Melendez [same issue] commented in Living  Life in the Fast Lane the being on the city council 'was an eye opener for her'. "You feel like you have more control of ... destiny when you are on a city council."

Certainly Zen and Kathleen [Moms Across America co-founders] and Dane [geoengineeringwatch.org] envisioned a different destiny until reality smacked them all on the ass in a wake up call welcoming them into the actual, not the perceived. Destiny choosing them for their resources, inspiration, and drive works the same for our 'right brigade'. Pictured below are John and Katja posing with MAA yard signage touting a successful No-Roundup, toxic-free campaign. John is OC born and Katja hails from East Germany. And here they are.


The mounted posters are also a mixture of the expo-style and the homemade. The varied appeal is intentional. Here an older couple gaze at the Geo-engineered streaked sky poster Are We An Experiment?


A Faire goer on a Hoveround reads another series on Geo-engineering.


But the homemade poster series, This is your brain - This is your brain on chemtrails appealed to the very young, who are hip to the dip despite their young age.



Not being Monsanto-style clones, our right brigade is able to address a wide spectrum of topics because everyone and every mind is under the sky dome. Invariably no one argues the money system but we shed light in the matrix side for those aware of 911, current politics, and sacred geometry.


As we reach out in our cultural ministry to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable, our primary goal is youth awareness, for they are the future. Dr. Martin Luther King uttered that same sentiment when I shook his hand as a first time activist, in the 10th grade. I have never forgotten that mantra.

John and Steve [Gem Faire 3]



Katja and Nate [Gem Faire 4, yep, our rookie this time]




We charged early,



And stayed late.



Always delivering a personal touch whether supplying a sounding board or possible solution.



Here Marsha [Prop 37 vet] explains a point of view
This Faire also brought four personally heard testimonials that the Geo-engineering table was the reason for their coming to the Costa Mesa event. An outside spokesperson inquired about members of our group coming to speak at a private engagement, and even the service dogs are hearing about the charge of the right brigade to deliver awareness.



(*- Reported online ppv attendance to a 'dark web' live snuff event. Photos used were shot over the 3 day event and are meant to show continuity - Ed)

Thursday, November 30, 2017

TARDY TO THE PARTY

THE HITMAN COMETH -

BSC,CA – My last trip from LA [yesterday] had to do with the changing landscape around cannabis. In DTLA [downtown Los Angeles speak, but actually in Hollywood] there was a cannabis seminar happening in the real California cannabis industry scene and I was curious how the LA experience would compare with Temecula's version reported here. Experience is the catch word.


You see, Sports Fans, while the Native Americans who gave this area its name [Valley of the morning mists = Temecula] smoked it for centuries and cannabis was here when I came to town [Memoirs, Chapter 19, Kicked Into Paradise], the 'good Prairie people' of the valley have no experience whatsoever with Mary Jane [Green]. Cannabis was more the private reserve for the kids placed on Adderall and Ritalin regimes by parents too busy paying for the California Dream. Pot of the type in the 'stoner' image was Mexican and not the variety currently smoked even in prison these days.

Because of Temecula and Riverside County's Pope-like view of Mary Jane Green, the county is behind the curve and will be squealing like Dueling Banjos with Downtown Brown's 12 cent tax increase on gasoline. Billions will be made starting January 1st from legal cannabis sales and the Gov gives the commuter the green weenie? WTF?? Oh wait, no pot money goes anywhere except to create 22,000 new government jobs. That's right! Here's the real Blunt Talk, courtesy of Mr. Pete, in LA.

Saturday, November 18, 2017

FOOD BROOD

FROM OUR SIDE TO R-SIDE -

BSC, CA – When I first started in the new music [unsigned bands, all-ages/no alcohol] scene, I made the decision to be a reviewer, not a critic. It is the same with this series on obesity in Riverside, a problem that is now exploding beyond Riverside, and California, in America. You are less likely to see this phenomena if you drive a car and use social media when out and about. You may also be a person unaware of this, like with chem-trails. Unless there is a sequel call, this will be our last report in this series about Riverside food.

It must be stated in qualifying the intent of this piece that people come in all shapes and sizes, naturally, so this report is for those who eat the commercial, mainline brands from the commercial mainline corporations, as well as those currently or ever enrolled in the National School Lunch Program started in 1946. It became corrupted in 1946 but this report will leave the politics aside as much as possible examining only cause and effects, plus the whys.


People made obese by food additives, traits that can be passed downed through generations, are as much victims as those called sluts. However, today's women are coming to know what has and is shaping their world. They will be victims no longer. Round people are next! And now, the final segment from a story which started May Day concerning a left wing hijacking. Turns out, I got hijacked too by what I saw. Now our conclusion. Jump.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

WHEN CHICKENS COME HOME

MY CORNERSTONE -

BSC, CA – The words you read here at BSC might never have appeared except for two musicians back in the day, Austin Lander and Leroy Taylor, sax and bass respectively. Two days ago because of Santa Claus, I got a call from Austin. It was an early present from my Ace Coo Moon. To me, this is another 'sign' of completing my cannabis mission in this fight for Mary Jane Green and the People who love her. I'm toasting some Kentucky egg nog to this occasion as I write now. It's 5 o'clock somewhere.

Austin and Leroy enter my first person history narrative early on because I knew them both in high school, though neither went to my high school. They were both at the YMCA protest organizational meeting with Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. same as me. Though they enter Memoirs on page 7, their presence is felt on page 6 with the phrase 'I wasn't a goody two-shoes'. In the days before birth control, before the Kingsmen, it was the Day of The Cocksmen. To have such a title still a virgin meant I was a smooth operator and a master of the zipless you-know-what. Since being a cocksman was as much mental as physical, I'm glad I was allowed to live long enough to see a woman as a person rather than a prize to be sought after. The difference is the meaning of cherish.

Austin, 2nd left, big smile and shades, 2nd row
It seems fitting and more than interesting to make a re-connection with my old friend now since he was one of the two who first introduced me to Mary Jane. He and Leroy appear on page 7. Seven is a special number also. It then dawned on me that the 420Nurses are at the beginning of me trying to catch lightning in a bottle though in print at the very end of my story. So what does running back across Austin, who at the very beginning of my memoirs introduces Mary Jane to me like a date, constitute for my life now? For Austin from our conversation, this decades old honor seemed dubious. We'll have to see what the future holds.


Saturday, November 11, 2017

NO VETERANS ALLOWED

TEMECULA'S CANNABIS WORKSHOP -

BSC, CA – That's right Sport Fans. On this yearly celebration I went to a place on Thursday that vets weren't allowed and I found sick vets will be taxed. That's Sodom & Gomorrah compassion which put all of Temecula's medical patients on the back of the bus with Roger Stone, a Washington insider who was not allowed entry into LA's World Cannabis Congress, an industry gala for the Suits. For me it was vindication for the conclusion I reached after several years of covering California's cannabis scene public birth. As stated in the back cover text of Memoirs, we are seeing the final round of a battle that started in the Garden of Eden. It was fitting to help reveal the same mindset barring Stone at work in this Christian Valley with a church on every corner instead of a bar*.


Being seasoned, my Spidey sense went off when I heard the source tip, a story in the local Patch. It smelled of a typical 'rate increase' low ball promo to the public. Had this appeared in the Press Enterprise the whole program would have seemed legit. Arriving early the real intent was seen through the smoke of a distant fire. A $5 gram will cost $20 with $15 going to the state [Sacramento] government for 22K new government jobs but no $$$ going to any schools, infrastructure, or communities. It's up to the local city councils, aka city govs, to install builder's fees, permits, local sales taxes, and the payment schedules to offset the coming cannabis costs. While 'local control' was stressed time and time again, the feeling sensed from the gathered cities was more 'a deer in the headlights' with Mary Jane Green driving the bus. Like The Hitchhiker's cat, I had a question of truth for the heart of the matter.

While the Temecula event was further proof of the globalism Roger Stone ran up against in LA, the Prop 215 birthday celebration turned out to be a fresh beginning as the Hollywood term Creative Differences came into play to end the 3-month residency of Richard Eastman and the Hollywood Hemp Museum. As a remembrance and toast to his next gig, as I write this feature up, I will be partaking in a safety meeting in his honor with a joint he rolled at the Prop 215 birthday bash. This was going to be a joint of celebration to be toked after the T-town workshop ended. Oh well. In other news, the latest in Lake Elsinore is the sellout vote coming this Tuesday to Pechanga-style their pot dealings to an outside cartel. No muss, no fuss, just a check like the Native locals get. More, plus pictures, after the jump.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

HOW FAKE NEWS STARTED

I WAS A MALE LOIS LANE -

BSC – 'There is a war for the hearts and minds of America' just as Alex Jones so famously barkers. As a journalist who reports on the truth, you have feet in both camps, real news labeled as 'fake' and fake news labeled as real. It's almost like the food situation. This duality has seen the creation of the CIA fostered term 'fake news', the red herring red herring to throw people who question the official narrative off the scent.


False news and propaganda has been around since the ruling class realized the benefit to deceiving the populace. The newspaper magnate William Randolph Hearst ran what is called yellow journalism, exaggerated headlines designed to drive the masses in aggrandized directions set by the Federal government. You may think that gold, silver, or oil determine a country's wealth, but it is really the people. The people are also cannon fodder. They provide everything the banks need to function. Maintenance of a contented citizen herd is imperative.

Into this mix, there has always been a certain element of the curious who yearn for the truth and upon gaining the prize, desire to spread the wealth, so to speak. Truth leads to wisdom. In the day of the internet truth and opinion abound and that's where 'fake news' got its start, with citizen journalism. When Building #7 fell on 9-11, citizen journalism was born to battle the Federal government agenda which seems to commit blasphemy with public funds [Hegelian dialect], done to drive the masses in a certain political direction, then through all means possible, convince the masses that what they see is false. And it almost worked.

Sunday, October 29, 2017

JOHNSON KILLED CAMELOT

AUNTIE WAS RIGHT -

BSC, CA – The family I was born into was strange now as I look backwards in time. I could have been some Macbeth character with my grandmother, aunt, and mother as the noted 3 witches. Except, I didn't see these women at a crossroads stirring a pot all Goth'd out. But they were just as good at calling the future or seeing the truth, especially my aunt [not ant] or Auntie.


In early 1961, my activist career started when I met and shook hands with Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. who looked nothing like the posed statue commissioned by Obama. After the meeting, I remember being amazed that there were no other kids walking over to meet Dr. King. It would have made it easier for me to muster up my courage being in the 10th Grade, but as I stood there, I knew I was witnessing history. I was never going to be this close to a man I saw in the pages of Ebony and Jet magazines on a regular basis. I said a prayer, it got answered, and I walked over and made my history. Plus, this was a great man. You could feel he had a mission.

It would be years before Dr. King would return to Louisville but in the ensuing sit-in demonstrations that were the model back then, all my school friends got arrested at least once, many more than once, but not me. I had told the fam that an after-school project was going on so I would be a little late after school every day. I wore glasses, I was a teacher's son, and I never caused any trouble. Like Ferris said, “They bought it,” except for once [before I did get outed] when we were all watching the 6 o'clock news in our usual spots and Auntie looked at me and said, “You aren't involved in any of this nonsense, are you?” That was Auntie.