I’m pecking the keyboard today to thank everybody for a phenomenal year. I had my 1st WordPress anniversary and I want to thank every person who’s read my words – words two years ago, I never would of dreamt I’d be authoring. Much has been said, much still needs to be disclosed. Time is short, time is of the essence, and per the lyrics of a British pop group, popular in the 1980’s, “time won’t give me time.” MK Ultra family, world ’round, we’ve only days left to commune, share and contribute to our own healing. I’m grateful we still have continuity-of-breath. Many fell during the last 70 plus years. I’m thankful to be a beacon-of-verity for the children whose lives were trampled by a darkness, a sinister darkness, which almost devoured the essence of this planet.
There’s always tofurkey (Tofu turkey) if you don’t like the real thing.
To: Former White Hat, Louis Khan Nin, Michael Hemmingson
Here’s something for your Thanksgiving dessert. I heard you’ve run south, across the border into Mexico. Enjoy your candy bar, Michael Hemmingson.
There are prose and Kahns to being a writer, aren’t there Michael?
P.S. A post I’ve had in draft mode, since April, auto-published itself today. I guess it ran out of patience, said fuck it, I’m going-live and published itself. So be it.