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Herein lies a bevy of Considerable Cootishness of the Disgruntled variety.

Too many topics to mention so feel free to roam.

And… it’s FREE!!!

No cover charge.

What a deal, not easily surpassed even if the well-guarded gates and entry barriers to the USA gold repository at Fort Knox, KY were thrown open and the guards wandered off to do whatever guards do when wandering.

Perhaps plundering nearby donut shops?

This blog entry is “sticky.”

Ewwwwww!!!!!  “What did you DO to it you Old Coot?”

Settle down, youngun’, “sticky” means in this instance that this entry always appears first.

The rest of the entries are chronological;  the newest appear first and the first, oldest entry made on the blog shows up as the last, lonely post.

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*****UPDATE*****

Please… know this before continuing. There are many topics covered within this blog. Some of what I write will surely be despised by some folks. Fine. What I want all who enter this blog to know is that because something is mentioned within does not mean that whatever is mentioned endorses my OPINION(S)!!!!!!!

I have posts about various people and entities and their being mentioned does NOT mean their mere mention in this blog is to be construed as their endorsing my opinion(s).

I want to make what should be an obviously logical thought OBVIOUS!!!!

The more research I conduct the more I realize that the average reading comprehension level of the typical USA citizen is deplorable. I refuse to write at a 6th- to 8th-grade level even though that appears to be the level to write at to allow the maximum number of readers to understand my words that convey ideas, thoughts, beliefs, opinions… all the things that words try to convey.

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I am adding to this sticky page a list of other Web sites that have banned me from commenting in their Web sites’ commenting areas.

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Rewarding Lackeys

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You can offer one vote for a high-level politician that embedded systems have ensured are suitable to the ruling elites and monolithic corporations and other aspects of the systems created and operated by the few to lord over the many.

There are many methods available to ensure that the proper figurehead lackey is elected to high-level “public service” positions.

And when those lackeys are voted in they know that proper behavior leads to excellent rewards with the most profitable rewards coming after they leave office.

Bureaucrats are also rewards along with others who are appointed to a position by those who are voted into an political office.

What an excellent scam the elites of the USA have going on. A scam that is so extremely expensive in many ways to the masses of common folks within the USA.

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wealth held by sectors of the economy.

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voting insanity.

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Loyal to What?

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Define the USA, please.That should be a difficult question if you take the time and think about the question. One’s answer likely depends upon how thoroughly you have been indoctrinated by the many propaganda systems operating inside the USA.

Your education amount and type and your life experiences will affect your definition.

My life spent at the lower levels of the social-economic hierarchy have affected my defining the USA.  That definition varies, however, depending upon what aspect of the USA I am considering.

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This is how Wikipedia defines that label or term or whatever that acronym is supposed to convey.

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The United States of America (USA), commonly referred to as the United States (US), America or simply the States, is a federal republic consisting of 50 states and a federal district.

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Wiki then continues going details, statistics, data and more.

But…what IS the USA? Again I have entered the realm of topics that require multiple books to answer.

So, I flee in terror since I do not have the mental abilities to write those books and likely do not have the patience even if I had the brainpower.

Time to start trying to shaare what I came here to share… the grumblings of a Disgruntled Old Coot who fears that only a full-scale military coup to destroy the old and start anew can repair the multitude of evils that greed and concentrated power have created within the USA.

Here is the article I suggest you read:

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Rich people rule!

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Decades Ago Way Over There

Another infrequent memory brought to life after viewing the story below I placed on a message board nine years ago and just found again accidently while Web wandering:

 

The typhoon was coming from the south. Sortie the fleet was the order of the day. Off we went. Every ship in Subic Bay headed for the relative safety of the open sea. We kicked the old Scuzzy Scho in the butt and headed north, hoping to outrun and evade the approaching storm.

Innumerable islands are found in that part of the Pacific. Big, small, there they are. To port, a few miles away, sat an itty bitty sprout of an island a few mere feet above sea level. Perhaps the top of an underwater mountain or volcano, long extinct and weathered down. When that typhoon reached it, the swells would inundate the land, scouring it clean of any animal life, if present. A few bushes clung to the scanty soil but it appeared to be uninhabited, as it should be. Except…… for the freighter anchored near it. Peering through the binoculars the officers on the bridge (hey!!! this was daytime!!!! No 2 am for this event) looked at the flag and ships name and leafed through the ship registry book. Obviously just noticing our presence the voice jumped out of the ship-to-ship radio tuned to the “international” channel. “Please help us,” the foreign voice implored in passable English. Surely that vessel had heard the weather warning of the approaching typhoon. “Our engines are broken and we need a tow.”

A ship anchored where that one was could not survive a typhoon. The wind and swells would turn it broadside to the storm. Wind and swells would roll the ship until water was taken down the stacks and any other openings. The ship was doomed if it could not get those engines repaired and get underway again.

The officers spoke in hushed tones for a few moments as the voice repeated the plea. As we steamed on, leaving the broken ship behind, not a word was said amongst the crew on the bridge. I never heard anyone mention the event again. Ever.

Yah’ see….. it was a ship with Libyan registry. You know, Khadaffi’s country. The chap Reagen sent the bombers in to send a stern message with high explosives. Well, this was long before we said “Hello” with warheads but Libya was not a friend of the USA. We could not and would not risk an American ship to assist those not friendly to us. With an approaching typhoon no ocean-going tug would risk coming to tow that ship to safety. No tow line can last during a typhoon. If those aboard that ship didn’t get those engines working they were facing a certain death. Never did learn what happened to that ship. All I remember is that voice begging for help as we kept going north, until it disappeared below the horizon……. but the voice followed until an officer turned the speaker off.

I never heard ANY mention of that event.

But, I can still hear that voice.

Old Coot Recollects

Wandering the Web I found a message board post I left nine years ago.  One of the many memories that emerges from time to time but soon disappears until whatever nudges the innards to make it come to the forefront again.

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And here it is:

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Not all events were scary, exciting, sweat-inducing, etc. Some were just plain comical and/or weird.

During this night when sleep eludes me…. when memories keep welling up I present to you:

A Love of Cheeseburgers
It is hard on a sailor to report aboard a ship when it is overseas. Being the new guy after a crew has already congealed into a working whole can be tough, especially on a small ship with a crew of only 240. If the newly-aboard sailor is also a boot (new to the Navy) and the ship he is reporting to is his first ship the difficulties are at their maximum. Perhaps that explains the guy’s eventual behavior.

Nobody was mean to the chap. He received the typical hazing that all new guys experience but nothing cruel or unusual. He seemed to handle it well but, everyone agreed he was rather “odd” though we couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was that set him apart.

A couple months after his arrival we were tied up to the dock in Subic Bay, Philippines. Liberty call had sounded a couple hours earlier leaving the duty section and those not desirous of liberty left aboard. I was standing the roving-patrol watch when the word was passed over the MC-5, the ship’s internal and external loudspeakers, “Roving patrol, lay to the missile deck.” Acckkk!!! What the heck, I wondered. To inform you landlubbers, the roving patrol watch was mainly concerned with ship’s security. Packing a .45 pistol and 30-rounds of ammo we were the “front line” of defense and security and were supposed to stop or slow any attacks so that other crew members could arm themselves and join in the fray. Roving patrol was a great watch to have, we were left alone to roam the ship at will and were seldom called upon. Thus, hearing the call I was somewhat surprised and concerned.

Rushing topside (anywhere outside the interior of the ship, out in the fresh air) I sped up the ladders, reaching the missile deck where a small crowd was assembled. Things appeared calm so I quit worrying. But, the situation was abnormal. Reporting to the most senior officer present I inquired as to the call. The officer said nothing, he just pointed above. Following his finger my eyes climbed the mast that soared 40-feet above the deck. There, perched on a radar support was the new guy.

Cool!!!! That was a sight one didn’t see everyday. It was a dangerous place to be. A rotating radar could knock you down to the steel deck far below or the high-frequency radio waves emanating from the radar could burn or even kill. Luckily for the new guy the radars were shut down, though they do operate in-port occasionally for maintenance and security reasons.

Looking up, the officer shouted the order for the sailor to climb down. The guy ignored him. He appeared preoccupied, looking off into the distance. The officer shouted again, louder this time. Nope, that didn’t work. The officer yelled out again, this time giving the guy a direct order. That got the chap’s attention. In a clear voice a “darn you,” filtered down.
As the officer pondered his next tactic the executive officer ( XO, 2nd in command below the captain) appeared, curious as to the call for me, the roving patrol, to “lay to the missile deck.” The XO talked to the officer who repeated his skyward finger pointing. Looking up the XO exclaimed “Holy smokes.”

With the voice of authority, the XO shouted upwards for the sailor to get down NOW!!!!! All except the XO stifled a chuckle as the darn you,” rolled down. That response angered the XO, we could see it in his face and hear it in his voice. Again, he ordered the sailor down. This time, the “darn you” was accompanied by a statement demanding he be released from the Navy and sent home. Ah hah!!!!! So that’s why he was up there. The XO and the chap started arguing back and forth, shouting and ordering and demanding and, from aloft “no way.”

After a few minutes of shouting with no results the XO tried a different tactic. Shouting up he asked the sailor what it would take for him to come down. The demand to get out of the Navy was re-shouted. The XO agreed to that, assuring the guy that he was likely on the way out one way or the other. Still, the guy didn’t move, he stayed perched high above looking down at us. The XO asked why he wasn’t coming down yet. “Because you’ll hit me,” he shouted. The XO assured him he wouldn’t be hit but still, there he stayed. Tiring of the affair, the XO shouted out what would it take for him to finally climb down. After a pause the sailor said he’d come down if there was a cheeseburger awaiting him.

This time, we couldn’t contain the built-up chuckle factor. All of us, except the XO, roared with laughter!!! A few guys cheered the demand. Some thought he should hold out for a burger and fries. The XO was not amused. Approaching a nearby sailor the XO whispered and that sailor sped off. Shouting upwards, the XO declared he sent orders for a cheeseburger to be cooked and that it would arrive shortly. In a few minutes the whispered-to sailor appeared, carrying a paper bag, handing it to the XO. “Here’s your cheeseburger,” he shouted and, with that, the lofty lad climbed down to the deck. As he bent over to grab the bag (that was empty!!!) the master-at-arms ( sorta’ like a shipboard cop) grabbed his arms and slapped handcuffs on the guy. The manacled guy screamed his lungs out!!!! “I want my cheeseburger, you promised me a cheeseburger, I want my cheeseburger….” he yelled continuously as he was led away.

Shortly, the base ambulance appeared and he was led away, never to be seen by us again. As he entered the ambulance, still handcuffed, we could here his muffled sobs, “They promised me a cheeseburger. I didn’t get my cheeseburger and they promised me………..”

The assembled crowd roared when the XO exclaimed, “I didn’t think the food aboard was that good!!!”

Just another day aboard an American warship, far from home, manned by a crew with an average age of 19 or so. The dregs of American society. But, we were proud dregs.

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Mustering the Forces

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The ruling masters and monolithic corporations have their lackeys working full time to enslave the common folks of the USA.

The greedy and lust-for-power actions by the masters and lackeys is leading to growing anger within the USA.  Some of us are angered to the extent that a full-scale military coup to destroy the old and start anew seems very appealing.  Though that much-desired event is likely but a dream that desire indicates the amount of disgruntlement flowing through segments of the populace.

Any meaningful change in the elite-owned systems within the USA is unlikely to happen unless the elites allow that change. At best We, the People, can hope for the masters to “throw us a bone” to quell our anger.

Give up a minute amount of power to hold onto the huge amount already in their control.

This post has been created to show other’s efforts at fighting back against the internal enemies that have taken control of most of the many systems within the USA.

Below is the linked-to article at the outstanding Web site The Amendment Gazette.

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Move to Amend Springfield, Missouri

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SPRINGFIELD, MO: Barnstorming Event with David Cobb

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Monday, April 21, 2014 – 6:30pm to 8:30pm
The Library Station (Santa Fe Room)

2535 N Kansas Expy

65803 Springfield, MO

Move to Amend national spokesperson David Cobb, attorney and lifelong activist, will be touring Iowa and Missouri this April, in an effort to build connections, inspire activism, and reveal the origins of corporate power in America.

The Move to Amend Coalition is a national partnership of over 330,000 people and hundreds of organizations whose goal is to amend the U.S. Constitution to end corporate rule by building a multiracial, cross-class democracy movement. David’s presentations are part history lesson and part heart-felt call-to-action! “Challenging Corporate Rule & Creating Democracy” aims to help local folks understand how they can work to abolish corporate personhood and establish a government of, by, and for the people.

This event is free and open to the public. Move to Amend finances these tours through the generous donations of event attendees.

The local Springfield chapter of Move to Amend has been working to build their grassroots base over the past few years and have succeeded in passing several non-binding resolutions locally. These towns include: Seligman, Exeter, Purdy, Granby, Pierce City, Freistatt, Verona, and most recently, Birch Tree, Eminence, and Winona. You can see all the resolutions that have been passed across the country by navigating to our list of passed resolutions.

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Pass the Human Rights Amendment

 

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Pass the Human Rights Amendment

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A growing number of good, decent folks, the type that created the USA and have tried to protect it from all enemies, foreign and domestic, are using the Web to warn of the extreme dangers facing the common folks of the USA.

The danger is real and is growing. Our enemies are immensely powerful with vast resources. The enemies of free folks have enough power to destroy an individual or an entire country. Many countries if the enemies to freedom mobilize for total war.

Despite the constant growth of greed and evil within the enemies of people, of individuals, of the common folk whose influence upon the systems that allow the USA to function as a viable whole is minute to non-existent, freedom fighters are trying to use “the system” to fight back against tyranny.

Here is one of many attempts to save ourselves from tyranny:

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Pass the Human Rights Amendment

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