The weed will win in the end, of course.
Time is on our side, boys, time is on our side.
Thine alabaster towns will tumble, thine engines
rot into dust.
Man will break his date with the future,
No matter how long he wants to play outlaw, no
matter how long he wants to gallop through
town shooting like a madman and hooting
at the laws of nature's god.
It is not they that he has made obsolete, it is
himself.
This knowledge is called wisdom.
"On The Loose" Sierra Club Terry and Renny Russell
Monday, August 31, 2015
Seattle Mayor-The 'Third Level'.
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Please see my 7-31-15 post.
This morning I heard on KIRO news: "Seattle mayor softens his stand on hookah lounges".
This is a classic example of how the 'Third Level' works-organized crimes infiltration of politicians, the police, and the courts.
Donnie Chins memorial service was last weekend!
Without malice-menisis.
Please see my 7-31-15 post.
This morning I heard on KIRO news: "Seattle mayor softens his stand on hookah lounges".
This is a classic example of how the 'Third Level' works-organized crimes infiltration of politicians, the police, and the courts.
Donnie Chins memorial service was last weekend!
Without malice-menisis.
Saturday, August 22, 2015
Liars & Cowards-Mount Rainier Tragedy
What would Colonel Carrington have done about the unrecovered bodies on Mount Rainier?
The Fetterman massacre was the decisive victory of the Sioux Indians against the U. S. Calvary. It led to the U. S. Government suing for peace with the Sioux Indians and Chief Red Cloud literally dictating the terms of the peace treaty.
After this massacre what was the reaction of the colonel who had lost so many of his men? The following quotes from The Heart of Everything That Is-a New York Times bestseller, tell us what he did.
His wife, the post surgeon, and his four surviving junior officers tried to talk him out of it. They all agreed it was a terrible idea. Colonel Carrington insisted. He would not allow hostiles to sense any weakness. But the more powerful reason was that he had to see for himself. It was midday and bitterly cold on December 22. Eighty-three soldiers and civilians, the best he could select, followed him through the front gate toward Lodge Trail. Storm clouds studded down from the north.
Carrington was surprised that the Indians had not followed up the massacre with a sunrise attack. When the bugle blew reveille and the report of the morning gun echoed back from the hills, he had expected the sound to be met with howls, eagle whistles, and arrows. But as the pale sun rose farther over Pilot Knob not an Indian was visible on the ridges and hills. This, Carrington knew, did not mean the Indians were not there.
While his troop assembled he had whispered to Mrs. Grummond a promise to retrieve her husbands body
Jim Bridger's failing eyesight and the biting cold may have made him less of an asset to the battalion-the old man's arthritis barely allowed him to walk, much less mount a horse and ride for any length of time.... Bridger had pulled himself out of bed that morning and limped out into the day. Despite the intense pain in his joints he volunteered to ride as a scout. He, too, expected an attack at any moment, and he'd decided that when it occurred it would be as fine an occasion as any to end his career and his life.
The temperature remained around zero, and darker storm clouds blotted out the sun as the detail trod silently past the rock pile and reached the high ground strewn with boulders. The rocky earth along the ridgeline was streaked with frozen pools of blood, and the bodies were so stiff that one civilian likened the task of loading them onto the wagons to stacking cordwood. The mules again huffed and kicked at the smell of blood and offal, and soldiers were assigned to hold their heads and reins to keep them from bolting. One team of mules threw off the flailing handlers and dumped a half-filled wagon. Corpses frozen into grotesque contortions tumbled across the slope. "It was," wrote a witness,"a terrible sight and a horrible job.".
The men on the ridge... had been butchered, but cavalrymen in the detail recognized infantry insignia mixed among the dead. One horseman, John Guthrie, noted, "Some had crosses cut on their breasts, faces to the sky, some crosses on the back, faces to the ground.... We walked on top of internals and did not know it in the high grass. Picked them up, that is their internals, did not know the soldiers they belonged to, so you see the cavalry man got an infantry man's gutts and an infantry man got a cavalry man's gutts."
From the ridgeline the wagons rolled slowly down to Peña Creek, where Lieutenant Grummond and Sergeant Augustus Lang were discovered. Grummond's head had been severed and his body had suffered the usual mutilations. Not far away from him lay the frozen hulk of Jimmy Carrington's pony, Calico. The horse too, had been scalped.....A few hundred yards down the creek bed lay the bodies of James Wheatley, Isaac Fisher, "and four or five of the old long-tried and experienced soldiers." Piles of spent Henry rifle cartridges littered the little ring created by their slain horse and an additional ten dead ponies. Outside the defensive circle a soldier counted sixty-five smudges of dark, clotted blood, perhaps indicating where an Indian had fallen.
It was dark before the column moved back over the crest of Lodge Trail Ridge..... Back inside the fort Colonel Carrington handed Frances Grummond a sealed envelope containing a lock of her husbands hair. Not long afterward, the blizzard that had threatened all day began. The temperature dropped to twenty below and by daylight on December 23 snowdrifts had crested so high against the
west wall of the stockade that guards could walk over it.... all through the day before Christmas Fort Phil Kearny was tense. A triple guard remained at every loophole.
If any scintilla of holiday spirit still breathed it was smothered by the steady whine of handsaws and a clanging of hammers on nails as carpenters worked around the clock constructing pine coffins-two men to a coffin except for the dead officers, Captain Fetterman, Lieutenant Grummond,and Captain Brown had separate caskets. The coffins were numbered to identify each occupant, and Colonel Carrington dispatched a grave-digging detail to break the frozen earth beneath Pilot Knob. He hoped for a solemn Christmas Day service. But even continuous half-hour work shifts could not accomplish that. The snow was too high, the ground was too hard, and the threat of another attack was too overwhelming to spare enough men. So a day late, on December 26, forty-two pine boxes were hurriedly interred in a shallow fifty-foot-long trench.
Following the somber ceremony there was nothing to do but batten down Fort Phil Kearny and wait. For what, only God and Red Cloud knew.
In July 1908, for the first time since the Battle of the Hundred-in-the-Hands forty-two years earlier, Colonel Carrington returned to the site.... The few men and women still living who had occupied Fort Phil Kearny had been invited to mark the Independence Day weekend by visiting the rocky knoll in the Peña Creek Valley where Captain Fetterman had fallen and where a monument was to be erected
consecrating the battle. Today the stone marker rises from the yellow sweet clover and the purple Canada thistle....
On that day in 1908 Colonel Carrington, who was eighty-four, wore his blue colonel's uniform and was accompanied by his wife,....
Those attending the 1908 reunion were surprised by the vigor of the old soldier as he delivered an extemporaneous, hour-long speech.... this would be Colonel Carrington's last hurrah.
The Fetterman massacre was the decisive victory of the Sioux Indians against the U. S. Calvary. It led to the U. S. Government suing for peace with the Sioux Indians and Chief Red Cloud literally dictating the terms of the peace treaty.
After this massacre what was the reaction of the colonel who had lost so many of his men? The following quotes from The Heart of Everything That Is-a New York Times bestseller, tell us what he did.
His wife, the post surgeon, and his four surviving junior officers tried to talk him out of it. They all agreed it was a terrible idea. Colonel Carrington insisted. He would not allow hostiles to sense any weakness. But the more powerful reason was that he had to see for himself. It was midday and bitterly cold on December 22. Eighty-three soldiers and civilians, the best he could select, followed him through the front gate toward Lodge Trail. Storm clouds studded down from the north.
Carrington was surprised that the Indians had not followed up the massacre with a sunrise attack. When the bugle blew reveille and the report of the morning gun echoed back from the hills, he had expected the sound to be met with howls, eagle whistles, and arrows. But as the pale sun rose farther over Pilot Knob not an Indian was visible on the ridges and hills. This, Carrington knew, did not mean the Indians were not there.
While his troop assembled he had whispered to Mrs. Grummond a promise to retrieve her husbands body
Jim Bridger's failing eyesight and the biting cold may have made him less of an asset to the battalion-the old man's arthritis barely allowed him to walk, much less mount a horse and ride for any length of time.... Bridger had pulled himself out of bed that morning and limped out into the day. Despite the intense pain in his joints he volunteered to ride as a scout. He, too, expected an attack at any moment, and he'd decided that when it occurred it would be as fine an occasion as any to end his career and his life.
The temperature remained around zero, and darker storm clouds blotted out the sun as the detail trod silently past the rock pile and reached the high ground strewn with boulders. The rocky earth along the ridgeline was streaked with frozen pools of blood, and the bodies were so stiff that one civilian likened the task of loading them onto the wagons to stacking cordwood. The mules again huffed and kicked at the smell of blood and offal, and soldiers were assigned to hold their heads and reins to keep them from bolting. One team of mules threw off the flailing handlers and dumped a half-filled wagon. Corpses frozen into grotesque contortions tumbled across the slope. "It was," wrote a witness,"a terrible sight and a horrible job.".
The men on the ridge... had been butchered, but cavalrymen in the detail recognized infantry insignia mixed among the dead. One horseman, John Guthrie, noted, "Some had crosses cut on their breasts, faces to the sky, some crosses on the back, faces to the ground.... We walked on top of internals and did not know it in the high grass. Picked them up, that is their internals, did not know the soldiers they belonged to, so you see the cavalry man got an infantry man's gutts and an infantry man got a cavalry man's gutts."
From the ridgeline the wagons rolled slowly down to Peña Creek, where Lieutenant Grummond and Sergeant Augustus Lang were discovered. Grummond's head had been severed and his body had suffered the usual mutilations. Not far away from him lay the frozen hulk of Jimmy Carrington's pony, Calico. The horse too, had been scalped.....A few hundred yards down the creek bed lay the bodies of James Wheatley, Isaac Fisher, "and four or five of the old long-tried and experienced soldiers." Piles of spent Henry rifle cartridges littered the little ring created by their slain horse and an additional ten dead ponies. Outside the defensive circle a soldier counted sixty-five smudges of dark, clotted blood, perhaps indicating where an Indian had fallen.
It was dark before the column moved back over the crest of Lodge Trail Ridge..... Back inside the fort Colonel Carrington handed Frances Grummond a sealed envelope containing a lock of her husbands hair. Not long afterward, the blizzard that had threatened all day began. The temperature dropped to twenty below and by daylight on December 23 snowdrifts had crested so high against the
west wall of the stockade that guards could walk over it.... all through the day before Christmas Fort Phil Kearny was tense. A triple guard remained at every loophole.
If any scintilla of holiday spirit still breathed it was smothered by the steady whine of handsaws and a clanging of hammers on nails as carpenters worked around the clock constructing pine coffins-two men to a coffin except for the dead officers, Captain Fetterman, Lieutenant Grummond,and Captain Brown had separate caskets. The coffins were numbered to identify each occupant, and Colonel Carrington dispatched a grave-digging detail to break the frozen earth beneath Pilot Knob. He hoped for a solemn Christmas Day service. But even continuous half-hour work shifts could not accomplish that. The snow was too high, the ground was too hard, and the threat of another attack was too overwhelming to spare enough men. So a day late, on December 26, forty-two pine boxes were hurriedly interred in a shallow fifty-foot-long trench.
Following the somber ceremony there was nothing to do but batten down Fort Phil Kearny and wait. For what, only God and Red Cloud knew.
In July 1908, for the first time since the Battle of the Hundred-in-the-Hands forty-two years earlier, Colonel Carrington returned to the site.... The few men and women still living who had occupied Fort Phil Kearny had been invited to mark the Independence Day weekend by visiting the rocky knoll in the Peña Creek Valley where Captain Fetterman had fallen and where a monument was to be erected
consecrating the battle. Today the stone marker rises from the yellow sweet clover and the purple Canada thistle....
On that day in 1908 Colonel Carrington, who was eighty-four, wore his blue colonel's uniform and was accompanied by his wife,....
Those attending the 1908 reunion were surprised by the vigor of the old soldier as he delivered an extemporaneous, hour-long speech.... this would be Colonel Carrington's last hurrah.
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These are truly biblical times. Read the Bible and see what happened when Israel turned their backs on God. We have now turned our backs on God.
I used to have a tax practice and one of my good clients had relatives who owned property where the fires are now burning in the Chelan county area.
Their relatives had a Mexican cartel member come up to them and put a gun to their head and say you don't want to come here anymore.
My clients referred to the marijuana grow operations in the Chelan county area as "plantations."
Many of these "plantations" are now burning.
Please see my July 1 post.
As I am writing this post at McDonald's I have a young boy sitting by me who is completely stoned. It's 9:17 in the morning.
I used to have a tax practice and one of my good clients had relatives who owned property where the fires are now burning in the Chelan county area.
Their relatives had a Mexican cartel member come up to them and put a gun to their head and say you don't want to come here anymore.
My clients referred to the marijuana grow operations in the Chelan county area as "plantations."
Many of these "plantations" are now burning.
Please see my July 1 post.
As I am writing this post at McDonald's I have a young boy sitting by me who is completely stoned. It's 9:17 in the morning.
Sunday, August 16, 2015
Liars and Cowards-Mount Rainier Tragedy
I consider Messner the greatest big mountain climber.
What would Messner do about the unrecovered bodies on Mount Rainier?
I'm positive he would recover their bodies. Here's why:
When Messner was solo climbing a big mountain without oxygen in the Himalayas he came across the body of a fallen climber. He risked his life and the success of his climb and properly buried the fallen climber.
"they will not be mourned or buried but will be like refuge lying on the ground." Jeremiah 16:04
all a blog liars, cowards, and drugs by Captain Bill Schweitzer, missionary, mountaineer
Without menesis-malice.
What would Messner do about the unrecovered bodies on Mount Rainier?
I'm positive he would recover their bodies. Here's why:
When Messner was solo climbing a big mountain without oxygen in the Himalayas he came across the body of a fallen climber. He risked his life and the success of his climb and properly buried the fallen climber.
"they will not be mourned or buried but will be like refuge lying on the ground." Jeremiah 16:04
all a blog liars, cowards, and drugs by Captain Bill Schweitzer, missionary, mountaineer
Without menesis-malice.
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Marijuana is called dope for a reason-it makes you stupid.
As an example: A Seattle Mariner pitcher had a no hitter and what did the sports reporters on ESPN-KIRO talk about?- how during the no hitter the Mariner announcer wouldn't go pee and he had to hold it. This further degenerated into them talking about their personal experiences of not going pee and having to hold it and even how they had to hold their legs together to keep from going pee.
I have never heard such dopes on the radio-stupid, stupid, stupid.
Jerry Brown, the governor of California said: " Keep the potheads in Washington, we don't want them."
Its sad were becoming known as the stupidest state in the nation along with Colorado.
Theirs a reason Boeing has moved thousands of jobs out of the Pacific Northwest. Theirs a reason Boeing moved their corporate headquarters out of the Pacific Northwest.
Boeing doesn't like drugs and Boeing doesn't like corruption.
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A copy of this post is being mailed to the president of Boeing.
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As an example: A Seattle Mariner pitcher had a no hitter and what did the sports reporters on ESPN-KIRO talk about?- how during the no hitter the Mariner announcer wouldn't go pee and he had to hold it. This further degenerated into them talking about their personal experiences of not going pee and having to hold it and even how they had to hold their legs together to keep from going pee.
I have never heard such dopes on the radio-stupid, stupid, stupid.
Jerry Brown, the governor of California said: " Keep the potheads in Washington, we don't want them."
Its sad were becoming known as the stupidest state in the nation along with Colorado.
Theirs a reason Boeing has moved thousands of jobs out of the Pacific Northwest. Theirs a reason Boeing moved their corporate headquarters out of the Pacific Northwest.
Boeing doesn't like drugs and Boeing doesn't like corruption.
All-a blog-drug-corruption.
A copy of this post is being mailed to the president of Boeing.
Without menesis-malice.
Monday, August 3, 2015
Liars and Cowards-unrecovered bodies Mount Rainier
One other passage from Shackleton's "South: the Endurance Expedition relevant to the Mount Rainier tragedy is the following:
" In September, Joyce, Gaze, and Wild went to Spencer-Smith's grave with a wooden cross, which they erected firmly."
This passage should also put the liars and cowards to shame.
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Without menesis-malice..
Mountaintop Sea Ministries, International
" In September, Joyce, Gaze, and Wild went to Spencer-Smith's grave with a wooden cross, which they erected firmly."
This passage should also put the liars and cowards to shame.
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Without menesis-malice..
Mountaintop Sea Ministries, International
Sunday, August 2, 2015
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My July 31 post failed to mention the mental assassination of Mary Jane Rivas by King County.
Without menesis-malice.
Mountaintop Sea Ministries, International
Without menesis-malice.
Mountaintop Sea Ministries, International
Saturday, August 1, 2015
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And I saw ...them that had gotten the victory over the beast,....
And they sing the song of Moses the servant of God, and the song of the Lamb, saying, Great and marvelous are thy works, Lord God Almighty: just and true are thy ways, thou King of saints.
Who shalt not fear thee, O Lord, and glorify thy name? For thou only are holy: for all nations shall come and worship before thee: for thy judgments are made manifest. Revelation 15: 2-4
Mountaintop Sea Ministries, International
And they sing the song of Moses the servant of God, and the song of the Lamb, saying, Great and marvelous are thy works, Lord God Almighty: just and true are thy ways, thou King of saints.
Who shalt not fear thee, O Lord, and glorify thy name? For thou only are holy: for all nations shall come and worship before thee: for thy judgments are made manifest. Revelation 15: 2-4
Mountaintop Sea Ministries, International
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Mountaintop Sea Ministries, International is now helping drug war orphans in Sinaloa, Mexico.
We also plan on helping drug war orphans in Ciudad Juarez, Mexico.
We also plan on helping drug war orphans in Ciudad Juarez, Mexico.
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