It's my patriotic fathers fault having served with Lieutenant General George S. Patton http://www.generalpatton.com/ that I've been militant for the values of our Constitution and Bill Of Rights. My dad never pulled a punch when it came to the muses of his life as an American Blood and Guts, Kick Ass Son Of A bitch Patriot and Sergeant under Old Blood and Guts himself. The turning point in my life was when my elders (father, and 5 uncles) kept my head up to date of the plans of the new world order illuminatti elitist bastards intent on destroying our Constitution and Bill of Rights. The council of foreign relations was their measuring stick and it's members carry the torch, for the compromising and disposing of our Constitution and Bill O' Rights to this day.
I am the purest form of a dichotomy. I spent my life chasing the progressive weigh (inferred) of life as an artist/musician, with my fathers blessings. At the age of 4 my brother Steve (age 9) and I experienced an encounter of the foreign dignitary kind celestially and I again at the age of 9 by myself. The event we experienced together left U.S. kinetic with each other for the rest of his life (he's now deceased and laid to rest in Arlington National Cemetery Mausoleum and was sanctioned the same year as Phil Schneider (another hero against the n.w.o. bastards). In 1969 at the height of the Vietnam War, my brother, my father and I had the pow wow that marked my direction in life. I was on the road and touring at the age of 11.
My quest was to meet Woody Gutherie. Guess what? I hopped freight trains with my ax (guitar), with the hoboes of that day safely, but threatened, to ride to destinations that made my heart and talent go boom. I cut my teeth in blues, blue grass, folk and rock. I kept at my disposal an array of fake mustaches and adult looking attire to play the venues normally the expose for adults only forums of bars and private clubs. At the age of 11 I was 5'9" and growing like a weed. My father knew my goings on about my music career and never chastised me about any endeavors unless you mention the time, I got arrested for vagrancy, once, in Kingman Arizona in 1968 with the two friends, I talked into giving me the ride out west to scout a western tour of which at that time, I was 15.
The vagrancy laws of New Mexico was having at least $100 dollars each in your pocket to avoid being arrested. I had $300 and after the fines the local law enforcement imposed on U.S., for pulling an awe (inferred) nighter at the Clovis New Mexico drive in where "The Night of the Big Grizzly" was playing, we were arrested for vagrancy, making the money I had spent before our arrest for bail on the spot, leaving us guilty of the dastardly deed of vagrancy and broke. We were from that moment declared vagrants and arrested and jailed (get it)! The law enforcement locked us up to contact our parents about the validity of the reason we were presuming to be there.
In my travels I left a trail of the phantom kid, who'd cut the riffs of a pro on stage and was known as the Lil Red Rooster Woodstock of which I have been fondly remembered akin to by many prominent an artist of that time. I met Dolly Parton at W.E.E.Z. radio and at Campbells Corner in Oxford Pennsylvania along with Johnny Cash, Red Sovine, Lester Flat & Errol Scruggs and any who there at those times was in the circuit. Dolly gave me a hug that has lasted a lifetime! She became my fantasy bosom friend after that hug! Though the only thing she'll probably remember if anything about me as a little shit, was my stage name, maybe, my musical abilities and the cuteness I'd coin for being a sweet red headed lil shit male musician I was then.
Lead Belly was about the kindest to me and awe (inferred) artist sharing his riffs at that time with the Lil Red Rooster via glossy retrospect publications, in which he'd slap his leg when he'd see me a coming down the street and his bois/band sitting on the porch drinking lemonade in artist heaven. Many a blues musician mused my up and coming in those days and were such an encouragement that being treated as an adult amongst the god like artisans peers of the day was the most satisfying right of passage of my emancipated livelihood. Well, not legally! By the time I was 12 I had 7 cars. I did drive them legally on the farm access roads as was permissible by law in the Chester County world farming community south of Lancaster/Unionville Counties of Southeastern Pernnsylvania.
I loved James Brown, he knew how to read people and party like a rock star! And that he did well and he's only second to Chuck who blazed the trail. Horn sections, the ultimate for any troubadour with a musical goal for show presentation and the proper weigh to make rhythm and blues hurt the audience. James believed that and did it. He'd smile and slap me on the back and smoke one with me to bust the mood either outside the stage door or in the bus (the 56 buick). I love those artist the most. They never, treated me as a lessor person for my age and I hung with the best of them. I sang around the burning trash barrels in Phillie, Chicago, Motown (Detroit), Jackson, and the Parish of New Or-lenz. I slept many a overnighter in the neighborhood homes of the bluesmen of those days. I've had my pallet spoiled by some of the most notorious food preparers ever cooking for troubadours and entourage of the road for sustenance to perform.
The wanton hope I had for my career, music and the folks of this country was more than was being realized, when in secret our country was being slated for extinction and we awe (inferred) knew it! It really didn't matter where you went in this country. Folks of awe (inferred) walks knew the secret societies had dastard plans for the destiny of our sacred Constitution and Bill O' Right's. I spouted these things throughout my life then as I do now of what was known! The pow wow I had with my brother Steve and and my Father was the worst of the worst reality.
The then president johnson had conspired with Israel's to sink the U.S.S. Liberty with her crew during the 7 day war to blame it on the Egyptians. Johnson even quipped, why the hell ain't that piece of shit boat, not on the bottom of the god damned ocean? After about 170 American sailors were killed, murdered, sacrificed! Had it not been for a russian sub witnessing the event, we would never had known the whole truth and she would've been sitting on the bottom of the ocean, off the coast of Israel. The survivors aboard the U.S.S. Liberty were censored and threatened after their attempted murder/sacrifice for the rest of their lives of how they were a ruse to the support the mossad-ic regime now with it's hands around the throat of our Bill O' Rights, Constitution, economy and market, to deliver U.S. intact without our founding principles to the new world order master bastards.
The federal reserve and i.r.s. were created and run by the red coats private banks when signed sealed and delivered by president wilson whilst the congress and senate were out on session break in 1913. The War I had enlisted to fight in 1969 to join my brother overseas in Nam was started by a lie! My father and brother cornered me about my dutiful enlistment status in the Marine Corps. They provided me with the proof that the lie/muse used to start the Vietnam war in the Gulf of Tonkin was illegally construed, a lie and UnConstitutionally started.
Today after the council of out of their mind foreign relations, the death toll of over 58,148 beautiful American lives were sacrificed to murder for what? To benefit the military industrial complex now known to be in control! How many Americans to murder by sacrifice in the disarming of America today is in effect. E. Howard Hunt did his death bed confession but didn't die in the timely fashion he believed was imminent. He confessed to being head of the team in charge of the grassy knoll party at President John Kennedy's termination day directed by a c.i.a. operative named G.H.W. Bush wacker.
Makes you wonder about the manchurian sleeper cell named sirhan who recognized his rant hand writing found in his room to kill R.F.K. but couldn't for the life of his hope see how he could kill Robert Kennedy, because R.F.K. represented his political belief's! The patriotism intent of this American was poised to give to the duty of his country, was now corrupted, rank from stench, spoiled and distorted of truth and validity! Not to mention after the pow wow, my brother already a Jar Head like my new hitch plan, held his 45 1911 to my head! I might as well do you here right here right now if you intend to continue to go to Nam and let the bastards now sacrificing our asses over there do you too! Because you won't be back! You have nothing to prove and the bastards that started this shit are destroying our Bill O' Rights and Constitution with this war. This war is for the money milking to complete the goals to overthrow our government and implement a U.N. sponsored blackwater/wackenhut ruled American society, void of our historic-patriotic protections and our agreed/trusted belief systems!
My Father had no qualms with the procedure Steve my brother initiated by threat to me and said, your brother is right! I resigned my commission, it ate at me sooo bad I re-enlisted. Both Steve and my father came to graduation and gave me the same hoo-ra warning to get the hell out, now! Now is not the weigh (inferred) to serve the country, son. We were marked and many that knew what we knew, were marked also! My dad never missed a convention and the boys when in session, never let any of U.S. young-uns off the mia culpa hook, of inside truth of the conspiracy for the n.w.o., that is now the in motion to squeeze U.S. out of our blood bought by sacrificed form of government!
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