#AND BLAZING SADDLES AND SPACE BALLS FUCK

[autistpride]

Regulus hadn't even wanted to attend the party. It was the end of year celebration held annually for the seventh year students. The staff liked to pretend that they had no idea the sixth and seventh year students were slipping out into the grounds to drink, dance, and sometimes have sex under the last full moon before summer holidays. They looked the other way and ignored as the sixth years gathered whatever they could from the feast and secreted it into waiting bags. They turned a blind eye to the seventh years slipping out into Hogsmeade and returning with sweets, fireworks, and alcohol. Completely neglectful on the staff's part and absolutely ridiculous, he thought as his friends strong armed him out of the dorm and onto the grounds.

He had better things to be worried about. He had an entire summer of coming out balls and various luncheons and teas that he would be required to attend, ending with his betrothal to some chit for the future of the great and noble house of Black, Regulus reminded himself with an eyeroll. His parents didn’t care that he was gay just like his brother who had been blasted off the family tree the year prior. They just cared that he married and fucked some girl to make an heir and then he was free to have his “dalliance's” as long as he was discreet.

The same concession would be offered to his betrothal, despite his parents disapproval of it. But Regulus refused to saddle some poor girl in a loveless and sexless marriage without any option to seek that in someone as long as she kept it quiet and didn't bring any children from them into their home. And Regulus had his service to the Dark Lord to complete for the betterment of the wizarding world, or so he was told. He didn't actually believe that either, but he had seen what had happened to Sirius when he disagreed. Thus Regulus bowed and bared his arm like the good little puppet he was.

Regulus had given up his arguments and had decided if he had to be there, he was going to get plastered. The group was tastefully late; arriving after the fire had been lit, the booze had already been poured, and the music started. Those not dancing or sneaking off into the shadows were settled onto the lawn with food and a mixture of liquors. The bonfire blazed in the centre, casting a luminous golden hue in the radius of the crowd. Barty pressed a bottle into Regulus’ hands and he swallowed the burning liquid down as fast as he could. Barty howled with laughter and handed him his own drink before dragging Evan off. Likely to skip the preamble and go snog in a secluded spot, Regulus determined.

The more Regulus drank, the more maudlin he became. At some point even Pandora had disappeared into the crowd and left him with his thoughts. Regulus knew he was going to die. The darkness that was quickly consuming him and a small hopeful part of him thought that nothing could save him from hell, except maybe love and Regulus was too realistic to think that was an option for him.

The music switched to something he’d never heard before. The guitar and the drums worked together to create a fast paced rhythm. Cheering sounded as the space by the fire emptied of people, save for one person, James Potter.

The music filled the air as James started to dance, his hips moving and arms flowing around his body and over his head. Regulus’ breath caught in his throat as he watched. Regulus had never been a religious person, but if anyone could save him from the devil inside himself, it would be James. James danced with a passion, like a fire consumed him and his entire soul was dancing along. The crowd started to keep time with their hands, clapping and patting their legs as James spun in circles and the firelight glowing behind him.

Regulus has no idea how he got there, but somehow he was on the edge of the circle surrounding the empty space James was dancing in. It seemed every soul in the area was singing along to the song that he had never heard before and all Regulus could see was James, sensually moving with the moon in his eyes. James didn’t dance like an angel, oh no. James was not from Heaven, James was a siren and the way his body moved was his song. A call to his soul, pulling at him until he found himself in front of the devil himself.

James laughed and his teeth captured his bottom lip in a teasing manner, before he reached out and pulled Regulus close. There was no room left to move in between them and Regulus’ body began to sing in the same way James’ was. They sang to the fire, the wind, the moon, and to each other as they danced. One song turned into many and Regulus forgot where and when he was as his soul reached out tentatively to James’.

Something clicked in Regulus, like the missing piece of a puzzle slotting into place, and Regulus could swear the darkness was ripped from his soul as they danced into the night.

[mdhwrites]

Is The Owl House Timeless?

So this morning I made a blog about how the main thing required for something to be timeless is for it to be at least decently enough written to connect with an audience and that it had to have an emotion that the audience could connect with. A universal feeling that could cross race, gender, religion or even, yes, time. I used It’s a Wonderful Life as my example then.

I bet a lot of you who read it though were waiting for me to talk about TOH though because I know a LOT of people in the fandom at one point expected TOH to not only be timeless but a classic. The new Avatar the Last Airbender or the new Harry Potter (especially in what people wanted for its popularity with the latter). Both of those works are indeed timeless, as much as I am loath to compliment Harry Potter.

Is The Owl House? Individually, I think one could argue specific episodes and maybe the first season but the real reason I wanted to do this follow up blog is that satire and comedy almost always ages the worst. As worldviews change, what was mocked might not seem like it was in such good taste. How many 80s/90s college comedies like Animal House now feel kind of tacky when viewed from a modern lens? Or at least kind of misogynistic with their treatment of women?

I don’t think there are many element in TOH that are going to be as yikes as stuff like that someday but I think there’s already been a turn against it. It claimed to be progressive but in the end gave few real answers to that which it wanted to claim it was better than and even fell into many of the same holes as other works like it fell into. Its comedy is often stale and rooted in needing to be in its exact same mindset in order to be able to enjoy it.

Frankly, the style of satire, comedy and social commentary kind of makes me think of the spoof movie craze in the mid 2000s. You know, stuff like the constant sequels to Scary Movie, or Action Movie, etc. like that. TOH NEVER gets as bad as those, don’t get me wrong, but they’re both taking the same approach to their writing of these elements.

Rather than tackling it with a human emotion, something anyone can latch onto, they’re looking for buzzwords, specific gripes and incredibly specific tropes/references. Then they nail it to a board so they can hammer away until it’s damn near unrecognizable and whatever point was there is lost because they’re using a blunt object when a scalpel is required.

A LOT of people way better at this than me have talked about how a lot of things that want to be ‘satirical’ or ‘subversive’ are nowhere near as good as Mel Brooks but rather than talk about why his subversion is allowed while so many people fuck it up, I just want to talk about why they’re so often still timeless.

Blazing Saddles is the easy one. Human stupidity, greed and hate is always going to exist so rooting your comedy in both a genre and time period known for being exceptionally stupid, greedy and hateful, all while it normally tries to pretend it’s not, is just brilliant. Frankly, the main change from some Westerns to Blazing Saddles is that it’s willing to recognize bigotry and state it as bigotry, rather than try to justify it as a noble crusade or the like.

How about Space Balls though? One line tells you that they know what makes Star Wars both good and also exceptionally silly: “Evil will always win... Because good is dumb.” You want to criticize the fantasy genre as a whole? THAT is how you do it because we’ve all gotten fed up by meat headed heroes who walk into an obvious trap instead of thinking for literally five seconds but we also still like seeing those same meat heads win! It also plays into the ego in most fantasy villains as well as their hubris, as such working as just a general villain line but with the bluntness and delivery needed for it to be a joke instead.

TOH never really has this. Honestly, the best moment it comes to it is probably when the crackpot human curator seems so close to the truth before going off the deep end into conspiracy theories. I’ve literally had a friend do that to me once where I thought they were sane and rational until one night they told me, and I quote “You could have a catgirl girlfriend, it’s just that no one’s willing to admit that they’re real.” It’s a genuinely good subversion away from there being a mastermind villain and instead he’s just some loon who managed to be about 20% right in this case and that’s enough to make them dangerous. And mocking that level of insanity, of someone who has just lost themselves entirely in a rabbit hole that everyone else knows is unhealthy, is a common thread for many, especially in the modern age. It’s not like people in Ancient Greece never had to deal with some loon who thought the end of days was coming though.

Most of the time though? Most of the time it’s stuff like the Golden Snitch reference where it’s not even referencing a common trope in fantasy writing but specifically calling out a very singular thing. Where if you don’t know Harry Potter, or even worse LIKE QUIDDITCH, then you have nothing to connect to there. Maybe Luz’s outrage over losing due to a technicality but it’s not even a technicality. It’s just being outplayed and so the closest to a more universal feeling is betrayal but the joke spends so much time on rage at the literal trope, instead of even what Boscha did, that the thread at bare minimum gets lost.

And that’s much of TOH’s elements like these. They have a theoretical point to them but along the way, they lose their point or focus, or are so focused that they miss the universal element that’s right there. Take The First Day. Luz is someone who has struggled in school because of being bullied and an oddball. This was a great chance to really connect with every child who feels left behind by the school system because they won’t cater to them.

Except... It doesn’t work here. Her complaint isn’t that she can’t learn, that how things are being taught don’t work for her either because she learns differently or her brain processes things differently, etc. like that. Instead, it’s that she COULD learn whatever single subject she is stuck on but that’s not what she WANTS to learn.

Even the detention kids are the same way. Viney in S2 is established as one of the best healers in the school despite her multi-classing but it’s got nothing to do with her multi-classing. As such, strict healing magic is something she learns just fine. It’s just that she’s not being allowed to be creative with it.

And THAT is an interesting topic to discuss, schools stifling creativity or needing to give opportunities for it, but the narrative context stops that. They never say it because it would get in the way of their point but the school should say they allow single tracks because it’s literally illegal for them to do otherwise. That can allow a theme of how industry and government too often dictate the priorities of our schooling and how that’s a bad thing. That would even fit within the themes of TOH where the individual is crushed by the monopoly. By the ‘normal’.

 But they don’t do that because they have a different goal in mind. And this is why being well written is part of my criteria for being timeless. Again, not perfect, but an invested audience in TOH should also have that nagging question of why the coven system isn’t getting brought up in this episode. The EC is brought up as the basilisk disguises themselves as an inspector, but never that the Emperor would potentially close the school entirely if they were to allow mixed classes because that goes against both the coven system and the Titan.

It instead just never comes up so while it has a theoretical point it’s trying to make, the resonance is lost as a reasonable question, a genuine plot hole, grows wider and wider with every passing minute until the moment an audience should cheer for creativity winning out, for the need for flexible thinkers to be shown, is still met with some amount of confusion as people wonder why the show still hasn’t said ANYTHING about the coven system properly in this entire episode, even as now Hexide does frankly the biggest act of rebellion in perhaps the entire show.

And that is when TOH is GOOD. The later TOH goes on, the more and more a disconnect can be felt between the theme or resonance the writers are going for and what they’ve actually setup until S3 is pulling things out of its ass left and right because it can’t even do an identity arc with a clone, a sci fi staple to put it mildly, right because it literally can’t focus on anything long enough to make it function. Or its actions are too contradictory to keep you invested, like in Reaching Out where Luz is willing to at least tell 75% of her problem to Eda and King but then acts like she literally cannot, lest she die instantly on the spot, tell Amity or even think about it for all of five seconds.

As I concluded my last blog: Resonance should be something that all writers as a base element of writing should strive for. Bare minimum, it should resonate with the writer and that will help it resonate with others. How well you can make your writing be able to resonate beyond yourself though is the real test for a good story and a good writer.

And while obviously the fandom for TOH proves it resonated with many, myself even at one point, I wonder how many it still resonates with today? And especially as time wears on and tests the claim of it truly being transcendent of the moment it was created, or if it will just look like a relic to be left behind.

[butcherlarry]

Exercise Recs, Mel Brooks Edition 8

No fic recs this week, it’s ALL MEL BROOKS.  

Fun fact about me:  I love Mel Brooks.  His movies are a part of my childhood, which explains A Lot about me, and why my humor is the way it is.  I have fond memories of getting home from school in the fifth grade, and watching Space Balls so much that I practically had that movie memorized.  I remember singing songs from the musical version of “The Producers” in the back of the marching band bus (and we sang them ALL.  From “I Want To Be A Producer” to “Keep It Gay” to “Springtime For Hitler.” so loud, at the top of our lungs) with all my friends.  I remember watching “History of the World Part 1″ and FINALLY getting the Oedipus joke after we read that story in AP English.  I remember having sleepovers with my friends watching all our favorites:  “Robinhood: Men in Tights”, “Blazing Saddles”, “The Producers” (original and musical), “Young Frankenstein”, just to name a few.  When my close friends and I get together, there WILL be a Mel Brooks movie quote (multiple most of the time) spoken between us.  It’s just inevitable.  When my friends and I went on vacation to Las Vegas a few years ago, it was because Mel Brooks was doing a live show there, and we wanted to see him in person (It was great, top 10 best moments of my life).  

His works have also brought me comfort, especially “The Producers” musical sound track.  I’ve listened to it so many times throughout my life, especially when I’m feeling down.  It’s kept me company during long car rides when I was working on my disaster of a master’s project.  Before I got the job I’m at now, I was working some not so great ones.  In the job I was working before my current, I could listen to music or my podcasts while working.  That sound track really helped me get through the days that were tough for me.  So again, I love Mel Brooks. 

When I heard that “History of the World Part 2″ was being made, I was fucking ecstatic.  It was released this week (3/6), and I’ve been watching an episode a day.  I’m not quite done with them (there are 8 total), but so far I have been enjoying them so much.  They are done in the form of multiple skits, with some skits being made into larger skits, just broken up throughout the episodes.  I have been having a lot of fun watching them.  I’m surprised my neighbors haven’t complained about how loud I’ve been laughing at them.  

So yeah, definitely give them a watch if you’re a fan of Mel Brooks :D  

Here is the obligatory photo of my latte:

It rained a lot near the end of the week, so there was a lot of water moving at the arboretum!  I thought this scene looked neat.

There was also a log with a lot of cool fungus growing on it that I had to take a picture of.

Here is a close up.  Kind reminds me of a clam shell.

I also finally got a picture of a white-breasted nuthatch!!  

One of these days, I will get a nice camera for close up bird pictures.  One of these days...

[guardianpig]

Post 10 gifs from your favorite movies without revealing their titles and tag ten people. Got tagged by @bellisperellis and I could neither deny her nor resist the call

I... uh.... don’t know who to tag? If you see this, PLEASE do me this one solid and gif your faves because it’s a little bit liberating.

[mahouproject-one]

"Too weird to live, too rare to die." | Farah | Trial 4-2 | [RE: Results, Joon-Young]

All things taken into the potluck of consideration, they had to admit they sort of saw this coming out on the endless stretch of the horizon.

The vote for Mitsuo-- it was a vengeance vote really, wasn't it? A vote of pragmatism more than of any real authentic confidence or balls. The flaws were all in the fixings, looking back on those seconds before in 20/20-- why would Mitsuo Ueno cut throats for this motive? Surely the composer would be doing well to be forgotten and go incognito, if anything. This was rooted in rue, all this. Joon-Young Myung made sense. Joon-Young Myung was  the answer. And now Joon-Young Myung would kill for the second time in short follow-through. (You just couldn't trust a nice boy these days, Aphrodite almighty. Them's the breaks, them's the breaks.)

Great googly moogly; once again, it had all gone to shit. Little surprises there, miniscule minutiae of 'em. But if there was one faint, rusted, buried-in-lint-and-aged-shimmer of a silver lining to any of this shitfest shebang, it was that Farah Fujibayashi-Beauregard had narrowly dodged the bloody bullet that would have been Catching One Whole Feeling. By gods above, it had been a close shave! But, thankfully, they believed they just might be able to damn well slip past it to freedom, far away from the ticking doom that was catching The Feelings. It was great! Everything Was Totally Fine! (It was not. Probably.)

Initially, they were inclined to hesitate before embarking back to where they had once been, but something-- perhaps just how irreparably, absurdly gonzo this whole thing really was, as it flung itself off the roadrails-- pushed them away from Joon-Young, the supermodel murderer, and back to the caustic cold comforts of their little black notebook. Oh, they could visibly react to this more, with a "fuck" or a "hm..." or a "goddamn it, what am I doing" or a simiple "crikes", but they needed some sense, some sensibility, some hushed observation-- and where, pray tell, could they contextualise things into such pristine shells and shapes the way they could with writing? That was their duty. They had little more left to spread; this was but another notch on their collective bedpost of surrealism and misery, surely. They were just here to record as they witnessed.

And, ah, wouldn't they have swayed down that merry way of the eagle eye, if only Joon-Young hadn't locked them in with that look and those words.

Dropping their journo's pen with a clack!, Farah immediately looks up to lock gaze with Joon-Young, and something flashes across their features-- quickly, swiftly, rapidly buried underneath that wry, witty, jovially doomsday manner of theirs, and yet...there's still a small, subtle sign of a knit to their eyebrows as they speak-- and their words cut in sharply, clean through the air. Has Joon-Young...perhaps touched a bit of a nerve? (Not that they'll let it show, of course-- they're not the angry type. Or the upset type. Or the rattled type. They are done with the feelings-catching for this particular day, thank you--)

"Ah, please don't let me be misunderstood, Myung-chi. You're off the markings on my musings entirely. Listen sharp, don't just lookit."

Their stare stayed steely, methodical yet merry, in a way that felt...off. Not in a drastic showing of such, just off. They just kept looking.

"Read my lips, Dash. I'll try an' be plain Jane about it. I cawed about death not matterin' much of a whit...here. The now-now, specifically. In this highly particular, reticular hellhole. The rhyme to my reasonings down this particular road? Hell, just look 'round the room, my friend-- at, say, Miyu Suzuki-chi, for an example! She killed, she suffered, she died. But...she hasn't left for any other plane but you and I's, has she? Sure, she's moved to a state of halfs-- semis-- almosts--" (Miyu has heard this before, and they wonder what it sounds to her ears in this modern context)-- "but she's still here, a voice among the haunted crowd, a vox most phantom! She's not alive-- but she is here. The state's the same with the girl you sent to th' spirit level. The sorry sucker you and our thorny Rose here are about to enable the unholy sacrifice of. Sure, you killed 'em. But you can apologise tomorrow, can'tcha? Now, if we talk in terms of what'll happen after the storm if we manage to break this establishment-- that's a tread into the murkier waters, I'll throw that to you. But 'tween all that jazz and a dash of the Labyrinths-- how y'can get eviscerated entirely and get away clean as they come!-- doesn't that render the mutual murderous aspect of Ouryuu and the sellout's game here...a mild range a'moot? In a world where you can greet your dearly departed 'fore their flesh and bones are even loosing their fresh, what are the consequences? It's death, but it's not Real Death, is it?"

It's 1:42 A.M. and Shiny regrets all of her life decisions, but unfortunately, Farah has opinions. They continue unflinchingly.

"Real Death, now-- that'd be something like my dear old gran! See, she's sailed down the river Styx-- been a good couple a'months since it being so, I'd say. But she doesn't get t'stick around. She didn't get the chance on her hands to come back, be here, stay. I'm never gonna get a note on the back of an embroidered napkin from some sleazy retro-riche old restaurant from her again. I'm never gonna watch her go on a passion-packed rant about a corp that's crooked down to its bones, or ride on the back of her motorcycle, or tell her about my history teach's hokey take on McCarthyism, or gag on a sip of that ghastly tonic she loved because it tasted like that on the tongue, or crawl int'her attic space t'look at all her old badges and posters, or-- or-- ooooor--" they were pausing, goddamnit, you're not talking about this, stop talking about it, they don't need to know, look sharp, Fan, for fuck's sake-- "...Y'get the snapshot, don'tcha? And I've known far younger cats-- younger than you an' I, even-- to croak the bucket, and they don't get those chances, either. That's Real Death, methinks. Maybe it's luckier t'be able to leave this level of existence! Or maybe it's as hot as hell wherever the rest of 'em are. But it's different. So are the cluster of consequences, too. That's what my mode is, Myung-chi. And, y'know..."

They didn't have to keep the chatter up, and they knew it. They could just stay vigilant. But there was something else, and they couldn't help but speak that truth loud, but God, couldn't they just...

"...If your personal path of ponderings ledja down the path that I think life's insignificant, I'll have t'throw in an objection on that measure, too. Life, insignificant? Not by any scale, my man! Life's a giantess, as gargantuan as the Reaper! Just 'cause my prerogatives don't add up to staying on this particular playing field for much time doesn't mean I don't place a price on it. It's a beautiful trauma! A euphoria apocalyptica! It's terrible, gorgeous, slimy, grimy, sleazy, seedy, twisted, absolutely fucked! And it's a riot! It's a privilege and pleasure t'be here, and t'have gotten the possibility to drift the continents and see all the wicked the rotten motherfuckers of this world have had t'offer up to me thus far! I wouldn't try spend it like I do if I didn't place as much fucking value on it as I do."

What were they doing? Why? Why couldn't they answer their own questions about it?

"Don'tcha think I have a life outside? Dreams? Plans? Don'tcha think I wanna write a few more pithy politicking exposés, have a few more rounds 'round the block, maybe wander a few more lands, maybe give my Julie the biggest hug I can and tell her I'd shoot a guy on-spot just t'see her crack a laugh, maybe find myself a beautiful wife with a mind like acid, maybe dismantle the capitalist machine, maybe throw a solid couple a'wrenches before letting the wax wings melt and going all Bolivian army and leaving the place a little more shook up when we plunge off Thelma & Louise style?" Their eyes got wider. "Don'tcha think I've seen the circus spectacle they saw and mused 'bout how to at least make it worth the gawk? Don'tcha wonder if I give it moxie just t'make sure it's seen? Don'tcha muse that I have that deep-down yearn to be as witnessed as much as I do my best to bear witness to this whole thing? Don'tcha think that motive might've got me by the balls just as much? Don'tcha think I would've cut throat for that motive they saddles us to if you hadn't gotten your lovely self to the game first? It's not that I 'spect you to-- I'm not looking for answers, I'm just trying t'give you this forsaken rat's idea on it. Think about it, brother. Just that alone."

And suddenly-- all the built up intensity that their face had gathered, their knitted eyebrows, their hunched shoulders, their blazing blue eyes gazing, gazing, gazing-- all dropped. And they were just...

"...Just a glimpse onto my side a'the shimmering pane, Joon-Young Myung. After that, it's yours t'make the deducions on. And frankly, comrade..."

They shrug-- and they return, to their inscrutable, intensive, ever-extending journals.

What else was there that was close to real?

[stone-man-warrior]

December 5, 2020: 1:35 pm:

Here is a progression of a bullshit campaign coming from Fox news. I look at it, show how it’s bullshit, then get on with looking for real terror comm.

These are not in the correct order, so, you have mix & match the bullshit to suit your pallet, so it will fit on the size of forklift you have for carting away FOX news bullshit.

Above:

The read is like this:

“it’s too bad that water is so heavy that they can‘t bring some for the astronauts. The astronauts aboard ship say that they were told that the water is too heavy to bring to the space ship, so, they were provided with complicated science equipment that recycles their own urine... the astronauts say they must recycle their urine so that they have some fresh water to drink aboard ship. Meanwhile, there is 6,400 pounds of other stuff being sent up there for them to fuck with in space”.

Above:

The read:

“Do Math: Why is sevenfold the same as sixteen bit?

128

Because you need a piece of paper to start with when you begin folding.

In that way, the Fold is a lot like a Fractal, it keeps going, a Mandelbrot  Set, where the ending is just the beginning.

The closer you get to the meaning, the sooner you know that you’re dreaming, it goes on and on and on... it’s Heaven and Hell” ~Dio Sabbath”

(this would go on forever if I keep following the bread crumbs, so, “that’s all folk’s”)

(don‘t forget that the astronauts need some water)

You have to refer to the music video below.

Keep going, almost there... all the way to the bottom of the page here.

Above:

The read:

Displaced water needs to go somewhere, it doesn’t just vanish into thin air.

‘Are you shore?’

‘no, but I am looking for some higher ground anyway’”

(this is the part where I feel like there is a big fucking boat nearby somewhere)

Bonus:

“The boat floats because it weighs less than the water it displaces”

Above:

Reminder of Space Rocks from the moon the other day, w/Chinese Flag, they gained some new ground.

Fox says the Chinese people have a lot of balls doing what they are doing.

Above:

It says: “There are people looking into the US Space Program. nasa, Space X, Tesla, Virgin Atlantic, and other space contractor money trails.”

(it’s coded, very sophisticated)

Above:

I include that one because it’s like the water got lost somewhere, and, it has a built in “save the princess”. FOX news is cooking up a bullshit story, they have some bait, and toss it out of the boat, sort of, like chum.

Above:

The caption “Where the fuck are we?”

That goes with explanations I made weeks ago about Blazing Saddles movie, Indians, number 13 missing from the elevators, emergency workers, and Christopher Columbus who forgot to bring the compass, got lost, and the rest is history.

The Read:

“They are getting into the dingy now, saying... paddle faster, I can hear the banjo music.”

Way, way, way above... high.

“There is some high level bullshit going on at the US Capital”

Sea Weed. Trump’s boat is hung up in a big wad of sea weed. no va. Won’t go... have to push it. Kelp, he says.

See music video below.

This above is the key to whole thing, it’s all bullshit, he says it’s bullshit, they are making up the bullshit as they go, there is no basis for any of he bullshit. Just wear the fucking mask because that is what we told you to do.

(insert Heaven & Hell here, by Black Sabbath featuring Ronnie James Dio. Do that on your own, read the lyrics, it’s a sing-a-long. I like the part where “when you run through golden halls, you get to keep the gold that falls”)

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3:26 pm:

Third amendment, from Google:

Constitution of United States of America 1789 (rev. 1992)

No Soldier shall, in time of peace be quartered in any house, without the consent of the Owner, nor in time of war, but in a manner to be prescribed by law.

There are homeowners, and there are people who rent.

The lessor between them, is the renter.

Both, in that clip, are evil.

There is a house, and there is a guest house, trailer, lean-to, shak, small quarters, where the terror soldiers reside, tucked away behind a facade of zoning regulations, building codes, motor vehicle registration rules, and a variety of other ways we are made to feel safely secured with a wall of governmental agency inspectors and assessors who, we are told, do their jobs to enforce the rules and regulations. Canadian terror army soldiers occupy a dwelling somewhere, they live among everyone else in the neighborhoods and apartment complexes, trailer parks, and in homeless camps, rest homes, motels.

Third Amendment has been weaponized by the terror army, where the regulatory agencies are managed by elected public officials, who maintain the facade of perceived rules that were designed for the better of the common good, and safety of the people. The facade is difficult to see through, gets increasingly more opaque as time passes, elections take place, shill SAG leadership is elected, and ruled are broken in effort to advance the takeover of the nation. Every residence has turned into a place where third amendment is violated by the terror army, not US military.

As the citizens are killed, their recreational and other vehicles begin to pile up. There is surplus RV campers, motor-homes, travel trailers. They get parked illegally at residences that have been hijacked in the neighborhoods. Mobil and stationary terror soldiers always can find a place to stay in one of thousands of such RV’s that are distributed around the counties, while the elected officials look the other way when complaints are made about the trailer park that is growing in size next door, and people keep staying in them, invading not just privacy, but use those places to invade with physical attack. The attack is often done with menacing aggravation of a marked victim, a frame for crime when a set-up is done. Those elected officials participate by allowing zoning violations to continue, as the terror army occupies the distributed trailers and motor-homes.

On this account here, you can read about daily experiences I face resultant of a few travel trailers that are around the area, occupied by murderous terror soldiers, many of them are from out of town, show up, use the accommodations that were arranged for them by the shill SAG officials. There are permanent murderous terror soldiers at he Monroe’s next door to the north, and the neighbor house to the south is more like a revolving door of different terror cells that come to kill me, and take my property. The Monroe’s serve as a host distraction and work in association to mobile terror cells who are temporary at the neighboring houses.

There are many thousands of travel trailers in the yards around this rural area. Some residences have three, or four of them in the yards. All are places where terror soldiers can and do stay from time to time. All of those travel trailers and motor-homes belonged to a US Citizen that was killed. DMV makes whatever necessary vehicle registration or VIN changes as is necessary to maintain the facade where it all looks legit when onlookers come asking questions.

If you were to do a flyover, you would see that most of the rural residences have at least one modern and usable RV that can be occupied, and would see that often there are multiple RV’s just in the yards, growing in number regularly, in areas that are not zoned for a trailer park.

There are many safety oriented reasons why we have zoning rules. The elected SAG Shills don‘t care about any of that, they need to house terror soldiers, and they have all the support they need from uniformed fake police, many of whom are SAG actors who work to advance the takeover of USA.

The third amendment is not about US Soldiers being housed, it’s about mobile terror soldiers being housed, and it’s violated like a highschool girl at prom night football game, all fucked up and brought home in a shopping cart.

The Lesser of Two Evils is missgnomer, it guides you into a place where there are evils everywhere, only two are pointed out. That leads into the realm of “Pass the Buck” when regulatory agencies are involved. There is always another department to blame, to send people on a “wild goose chance” when they come looking for someone in charge on investigation, but the terror army has it all rigged such that there is no one in charge, just a endless loop of dead ends, each regulatory agency explains that there is a different office that handles the subject matter investigative people are interested in.

Try complaining about a dangerous boat ramp in Josephine County, I have found that is a quest that has no place to land, endless transfer to some other department on the phone call, and recommendations to call a different agency that handles boat ramp issues. “Is the dangerous condition above the water line, or below? We only deal with the boat ramp public restrooms at this office”.

Lesser of two evils means pass the buck.

There is no one in charge of anything around here, by design.

Honestly I don‘t recommend calling any county office anymore, they always insist on getting your name and address, and assassins are sent to your house.

One a few occasions years ago, I wanted to complain about small aircraft the were buzzing low and slow over my house all of the time. I called a lot of places, wound up at the FAA phone number, where the menu options took forever to navigate. I finally found an option that suited my call needs, it was a demand that includes you must leave a recorded message, say who you are, where you live, and the nature of the complaint, so that the pilot of the airplane that you also must identify, can contact you back, to talk about the complaint. All of that is explained on the FAA phone number menu system. If you don‘t want to do all of that, or, if you don’t want the pilot to call you back, you cannot make a complaint about the low flying aircraft.

I pushed a few more buttons on the FAA Menu, and a live person answered one of the options, when I explained what I needed to do, she just kept saying that she could help to fill out any kind of State and County Grant Money Form that I may need help with, but could not take a low flying aircraft report.

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5:41 pm: Josephine County Courts terror cell County Tax Assessor Attack, update:

They sent me a letter. Just one paper in the envelope. It says that they are going to “reduce the assessed value”.

The explanation for the decrease in Value, is based on “no progress towards completion of the partially built house”.

The letter goes on to say that the County Tax Assessor will be in contact with the County Tax Collector, for unspecified reasons. That means we are not done with the Josephine County Courts terror cell County Tax Assessor Attack Scenario, I still need to deal with what will happen when the Josephine County Tax Collector comes knocking. There is sure to be a set of “Pass the Buck” and “The Left Hand Does Not Know What the Right Hand is Doing” arrangements yet to endure. The letter closes with an advisory that I can call if I have questions about why the Assessor chose to decrease the property value. There is very little mention of “Tax”, the whole thing is about “Value” now, decidedly not about “Tax”.

The letter is signed by “Connie Roach”, who has previously signed the other letter as “Constance Roach”. A Roach by any other name, is still a Roach” terror comm is in the letter.

The letter got here quick, it’s dated December 3, 2020. Mail usually takes six days to get here, that one only took two days.

It all smells very organic to me, stay tuned.

now I have to go look to make sure the bastards are referring to my property, at my tax lot, and not some other property somewhere else. The tax lot ID shown on the letter from Josephine County Tax Assessor Office does not look like the way I remember from that last time I needed to know my tax lot number.

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6:13 pm: More Tax Attack Update: It’s like I was thinking, the bastards did not include the complete tax lot number. They have it truncated, it does not say what particular actual individual property tax LOT they made the assessment information at. The way the terror bastards have done the paper work, that letter could be used to fool the nsa fools who insist on always being fooled all of the time. (I am going to go ahead and put the link to the Black Sabbath Heaven and Hell song just especially for the nsa fools). The letter could be used to say information about any of the addresses on Jackpine, they only give the map book page, not a specification for what tax lot from that map book is being referred to.

Terrorist Bastards.

“Vintage King Audio, where we’ve changed our name to Vintage Audio King”

Constance changed to Connie. It’s a big deal, looks small, is big.

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Here you go:

For nsa, it’s a sing-a-long:

Heaven and Hell

Black Sabbath

Sing me a song, you're a singer

Do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil

The devil is never a maker

The less that you give, you're a taker

So it's on and on and on, it's heaven and hell

Oh well

The lover of life's not a sinner

The ending is just a beginner

The closer you get to the meaning

The sooner you'll know that you're dreaming

So it's on and on and on, oh it's on and on and on

It goes on and on and on, Heaven and Hell

I can tell

Fool, fool

Oh uh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Well if it seems to be real, it's illusion

For every moment of truth, there's confusion in life

Love can be seen as the answer, but nobody bleeds for the dancer

And it's on and on, on and on and on and on and on and on and on

They say that life's a carousel

Spinning fast, you've got to ride it well

The world is full of kings and queens

Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams

It's heaven and hell, oh well

And they'll tell you black is really white

The moon is just the sun at night

And when you walk in golden halls

You get to keep the gold that falls

It's heaven and hell, oh no

Fool, fool

You've got to bleed for the dancer

Fool, fool

Look for the answer

Fool, fool, fool

Source:

LyricFind

Songwriters: Michael Butler /  Ronnie Dio /  Tony Iommi /  William Ward

Heaven and Hell lyrics © T.R.O. Inc.

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Bonus Elected Official terror comm: 7:55 pm:

Biden's Tow Jamb terror speculation:

He wore a "boot" at first, news media said it was a boot, therefore, we are to assume it was a boot.

Then later, the boot was tossed in favor of a "slip on", news media said so, "slip-on".

The boot, is Biden saying "wait". He's a gangster, so, gangster boots are made of cement, are heavy, are weight, so, "wait".

The slip-on, is a "deck shoe". Joe is a pirate, and pirates wear deck shoes, so, it was "all hands on deck" by then.

now, we wait, for the other shoe to drop.

It's about SDA terror army heroin supply and distribution.

The rules:

There is a salesman, one who is so good at sales that he can sell snow shoes to a native American in Arizona, and, can sell Moccasins to an Eskimo in Alaska.

Both the native American and the Eskimo were wearing their new shoes one day, tripped while crossing the road, were run over on the same day. Their shoes went flying, stayed laying in the road long after they were killed.

There is a family who made a variation of the "slug-bug" game for traveling, when you see a Volkswagen, you can punch your brother in the arm, but, there are not enough slug-bugs anymore, so, shoes are the thing that allows a free slug in the arm. If you see a shoe laying on the side of the road, since they are so plentiful these days, the family adopted the slug-bug rules for a shoe in the road, they call the game "Shoe-Fix".

Those are the rules.

That family traveled from Alaska to Arizona, the Moccasin and the snow shoe both count towards "shoe-fix". Two hits were granted.

It’s Biden making SDA terror army heroin distribution arrangements while his people keep the nsa fooled all of the time. They needed to wait, then they got ready to ship, we don’t have other delivery information yet, but the news about the US Military, 700 troop reduction somewhere is likely to contain the rest of the heroin terror comm. Stay tuned.

There are some indications of use of Armored Transport, but that could be anything. Try Garda Armored Transport, they are popular in Canada and Josephine County Oregon for all kinds of valuables. The Garda Armored Cars are often seen on I-5 between Grants Pass and Medford, and frequent the Walgreen’s on Union Ave. and Williams Hwy.

Also, try transposing information about Fort Bragg Twitter news about US Military deaths, into Boeing 737 Two Airplanes. I don‘t have much confidence there, but is worth a mention. I don‘t have specifics, story still developing, smell like Joe Biden.

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8:10 Other terror comm:

The cam snaps in two at one of the inner cam journals. If you get lucky, you can still drive the car with no problem if the thing snaps directly beneath and inside of the overhead cam journal. Just put it back together carefully, and then don’t do anymore drag racing with your Hyundai. Works OK, could be worse, not the end of  the world, when the car is no longer under warranty. Just keep driving it.

I suspect this link is the broken Hyundai Overhead Cam Journal:

https://psso.doxy.me/

Doxy Proxy Snuff Cam COVID Test Center terror there. Pain Specialists of Southern Oregon. You cannot see a doctor in Oregon anymore without a Smart Phone, those are the new COVID Rules... video appointment only, bring your own Smart Phone.

Too complicated and too personal for saying more here.

In room number 8 at the Pain Specialists (maybe Room 7, is a corner room) there is artwork on the wall, is three dimensional, in a frame, is abstract art, is copper, looks like a cam for internal combustion engine. Other art in that room is also communication in three dimensions.

The Pain Specialists practiced for “COVID Testing Easy Up Canopy” terror tactics once about in summer of 2019 ahead of time. They set up the canopy and had a lot of pre-arranged screenplay activity that was performed by the staff and fake patients who are terror cell members there. The activity included that you need a smart phone, the doctor only does video appointment for the COVID Testing Terror Events. However, they had about 25 different kinds of electronic computer tablet size devices, all were different models, no two were alike. It was as if they robbed an electronics store of all of the display models, because all of the loaner video devises were different. That happened, I was given a loaner when I said I did not have the required smart phone, and the video appointment happened, the billing does not specify that I did not get to see the doctor in person that day, more than one year ago, way before there was a Corona Virus problem.

Then, later, this past summer, that same scenario happened at a different appointment at the same place, I was given the very same loaner device as the year before. The one they gave me to use was a Samsung and was bigger than a smart phone. When you turn the Samsung device sideways, the thing shuts off, they warn you “don‘t turn it sideways, it will shut off and we have to re-start, and re-enter the appointment information for you.” The thing shut off three times while I was holding it, had to start over at the front desk. During that visit there was an assassin with a big knife attacked me in the lobby while dressed in nurse uniform. I defended and it was caught on the camera of the device, as I used the device for the defense.

The next COVID visits were different, they make you bring your own smart phone, if you don’t have one, they make you come back later, reschedule, as if I am supposed to go buy a smart phone just for the mandatory video fake terror doctor appointment murder festival. And they don’t let anyone go inside the lobby anymore, the COVID variety video appointment happens under the COVID Canopy in the parking lot now. There were two people I saw doing a video appointment from their cars in the parking lot with smart phones. That is what I was told to do, but I don‘t have or want a smart phone, so, the reschedule happened instead. They have a stand with the hand sanitizer there by the front door, and another stand with a sign that explains the dangers of COVID. The door is locked at the doctor office, you have to knock on the door, feels like you are supposed to know what the secret door knock is so they will let you in. They don‘t let you in anymore with the Easy-Up COVID Canopy attack.

I am remaining confident that one day soon there will be some national Security personnel who will stop the terror take over, so that is why this information is provided.

Please send help.

Bring your own hospital.

[sorayahigashikata]

Chapter 79: "SHINING JUSTICE."