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Experimental Progressive Rock vs. Three Beer Drinking Buddies

OK,now you have all done it.I grew up in a wonderful small town calledSouth Milwaukee.  That is the one railroad bridge in the city.Let's get this straight right away,South Milwaukeedoes not mean theSouth Side of Milwaukee.It is a city all its own.It had a small town feel to it when I was growing up there.Everybody knew each otherand trusted one another.I would get caught by thePolicein the local park after curfew,and whicheverOfficerit was would say,"Go home Jim. You do not want me to haul you in and have to call your Parents, do you?" I would say, respectfully,"No sir. Thank you very much." And head directly home,not wanting to push my good luck any further.Yes,it happened pretty often too.They would always confiscated all the beer they found,the Police that is,and have a year end beer party on behalf of all the kids in the neighborhood.You could go pheasant hunting a few blocks from your house.You could go fishing year round.Yes,people inWisconsingo ice fishing.When I grew up,the drinking age was eighteen years old.There were plenty of bars toFeed the Need,as we used to say.During that time is when I became a musician.Maybe,if I wasn't doing so much drinking I could have become a really good musician.We'll never know.But here is the beef!I put out music videos on my YouTube Channel twobuckhowie and one of the bars inSouth Milwaukeeputs out"The News As We See It,"and who do you think gets more views?Experimental Progressive RockagainstThree Beer Drinking Buddiestrying to be funny.Who has more viewership?TheThree Drinking Buddies,that's who.
This is,Did You Notice I Put Up My YouTube Channel For You To Check Out?Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“Bars in the daytime are like women without makeup.” - Lady Snowblood - 
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"Mainstream media has always made the mistake of putting all British Muslims into one box. British Muslims aren't homogeneous.” - Asifa Lahore

Finally,someone agrees with me."Muslims are hypocrites and human, but not homogeneous - just like the rest of Britain." By Asifa Lahore for International Business Times
"It's a Friday night. Earlier in the afternoon I attended Friday prayers at the mosque, but now it's party time. I am at Mirch Masala, my favorite curry house in Southall, with a mixture of my British Muslim friends, all having something to eat before we hit the town. There's about 10 of us, men and women, all of who identify as British and Muslim. In the safety of our friendship circle we talk about everything: sex, booze, make-up, talent shows, mosques and Nicki Minaj. The reality is that the majority of British Muslims are British to the very core and enjoy the privileges that come with that identity. Most of us drink alcohol behind closed doors, most of us are tolerant towards LGBT communities in Britain and most of us are having sex in and outside of marriage. We are hypocrites and we are human – just like the rest of the country."
Wow,imagine that.Muslims are people too.Who would have thought that.Once they live inside a country where they have freedoms,they appreciate what aDemocratic Societydoes for them.And look, it is written by aMuslim Womantoo.Wow,that is anotherWow.They support theLGBT. Muslims can show support,andBryan Adamscan cancel shows inMississippioverAnti-LGBTlegislation.Maybe some day we can all just get along if we follow their lead!
This is,Remembering What John Lennon Said - All You Need Is Love,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
"Most of us drink alcohol behind closed doors, most of us are tolerant towards LGBT communities in Britain and most of us are having sex in and outside of marriage."
- Asifa Lahore -


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P.S. Asifa Lahore is Britain's first out Muslim drag queen, pushing the boundaries of what it means to be gay and Muslim.

Reading Is Fundamental

It is
The day of rest for mostWestern Culturesand someReligions.For me,it has always been the day to sober up before the start of another work week.Since I do not have to work any longer,and I do not feel the need to get intoxicated anymore,Sundayfor me,is usually about writing.Still,having four kidsand one grandson living with me,it is hard to find the time to do all the writing I feel is needed to finish another book.Flash FictionandShort Storiesare easy to write at a moments notice,but for aNovellength book,I need to write at least a thousand words per day.And that my friends is considered the bare minimum for me to get my work done.ButSundayis also a special day in another way for me.It is the day I get to read up on,what is happening in outer space.So here are some of the Articles I will be reading today.I haven't started any of them,I am just going to put down the headlinesand if you are interested in any,follow the link.
"Comet flyby threw Mars into chaos." By "Ceres' Bright Spots Are Constantly Changing." By Sarah Fecht For Popular Science
"Hot Jupiter' heats up fast as it passes close enough to high-five its star." By Eric Mack For CNET
"Could an invisibility cloak of lasers save Earth from an alien invasion?" By "Behemoth Black Hole Found in an Unlikely Place."  By  Ray Villard For NASA
"Sugar That Created Life Could Have Come From Interstellar Space." By Maddie Stone For GIZMODO
This is,Going To Be Wishing Upon A Star That I Make It Into Outer Space Someday,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was. Likewise, I never imagined that home might be something I would miss.” - Ransom Riggs -
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Original Sin

One of my favorite songs of all time from the rock bandTwoBuckHowie With The Exact Change.It is calledOriginal Sin.
This is,Wondering What Was My Original Sin,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.”- Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe -That is my music and I am sticking to it! Like what you are reading,or do not like what you see. Set up my Blog as your Homepage,or sign up as a Follower,or leave a Comment,and I will answer you in a Post.
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Aliens Are Gettin Jiggy Wit It By Learning To Twerk - Right Snoop Dog - Fo Shizzle

There goes the neighborhood.Or,just the
Hood,
is the way we like to say it in
America.
Professor Stephen Hawking
has to spoil all the fun of getting our
Alien Neighbors
down to
Earth
and
Gettin Jiggy Wit It.
He is trying to tell me that if
Aliens
find our home,
they will become
Space Invaders
instead of learning how to
twerk. That is what is wrong with all these
Professor Einsteins
thinking type people.
Sooooooo suspicious.
They are under the assumption that all
Alien Races,
throughout the
Galaxy
will be acting like we do.
Have the same goals of aggression as we do.
They will becoming to the planet
Earth
to make a
Few Bucks
off of us.
They will probably try to sell us
The Golden Gate Bridge.
Saying they built it first.
Or,
that they built the
Pyramids.
Well,
they did do that.
Just ask anyone who believes the guys on the TV show
Ancient Aliens.
Hey,
maybe
Professor No Fun At All Hawking
should talk to those guys.
They have all the proof we need to say that
Aliens
were here before
and love to party.
They don't come back anymore because we have let the place go.
It isn't the vacation spot of the
Galaxy
any longer.Grumpy Professor Hawking warned:
"If aliens visit us, the outcome could be much like when Columbus landed in America, which didn't turn out well for the Native Americans Indians. Such advanced Aliens would perhaps become nomads, looking to conquer and colonize whatever planets they can reach."Is that what you think?
Maybe they are bringing their own
Micro-Brew
to
Pardee!
Right
Snoop Dog?
Fo Shizzle.

This is,
Still Believe My Explanation About Aliens Is Correct In My Post
I Have A Theory,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“We all know inter-species romance is weird.”- Tim Burton -
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Stake And Hoe All Vampires

Oh,howTelevisioncan ruin a good thing.One of my favorite TV shows starringJosh Gates,supposedly an archeologist of some sort,stars in Expedition Unknownon theTravel Channeldecided to run an episode about findingVampires.It was damn interesting too.They even got the chance to interview the leader of a group of men,from aBulgarian Village,who swore that the recent death ofFellow Villager,was making people sick because he was aVampire. They dug up the grave in the middle of the night,why was the Vampire at home then,they cut out his heart,he was only dead for two weeks, cooked it in some kind of brothand held a medieval ritual,feeding it to the sickVillagerswhich cured them immediately.Talking about power of the mind inflicting sickness to oneself,then curing oneself with superstition.It was pretty fascinating. The show is still good to watch.The only part that upset me was whenJosh Gatesexplains,at the end of the show,the above Skeleton,with the piece of metal from a hoe sticking in his neck,had possibly a rare disease calledPorphyriaafter itsDNAwas tested.First,the test wasn't conclusive,and second,Josh Gatessaid that theSkeleton,if he hadPorphyria,would have an aversion to sunlight,that his gums would shrink making his teeth look like fangs,and have a repugnance towards garlic.I was so excited about finding something new that I could write a story on and I looked into the subject.Further study shows that20,000 Americansare afflicted with the disease each year.There are two main types of the disease.Acute Porphyriaswhich is the worst one to be inflicted with,andCutaneous Porphyriaswhich is the one that the victims have the aversion to sunlight. Cutaneous Porphyriascan,but not always,occur due to some other diseases,that hasn't been treated,like a gum disease.And the repugnance to Garlic?Ask anyone with a gum disease what theAllium Family of Foodsdo to their mouths.The show stood on its own merits until they sensationalized it by stretching the truth.
This is,The Picture Of The First Skeleton Has A Stake Where His Heart Would Have Been While The Second Skeleton Has The Blade From A Hoe Jammed In His Neck,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
"Her vampires are sparkly, which I think we can all agree is wrong."- Christopher Moore -
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A Cabin In The Woods

   “What brings a pretty little thing like thee to my cabin door, my dear?”
   “I am being hunted by the village men. They say I bewitched the Preacher’s son, but I did no such thing. It was he who ripped the cloth from my dress. It was he who held me firmly to the ground. And it was me who forced his kisses onto my mouth.” Said a haggard, thorn bitten girl of sixteen.
   “Have thee been running through my bushes to escape these men who pursue thee?”
   “I saw the chimney smoke from thou morning breakfast, my lady. I knew of nowhere else to go.”
   “Oh, such a polite little thing thou are. Yes thee are. Thouest can call me Lady Conley. Yes. Lady Conley.”
   “I am Elizabeth Fletcher my lady. I only ask to rest for the moment, and maybe beg some crumbs off of thou plate. I do not wish harm to befallen thee by the evil which pursues myself.”
   The Lady Conley smiled. A smile of understanding, which the girl did not comprehend.
   “Do not fret young thing. I have plenty of room for thee to rest and a full piping hot cauldron of chicken broth to fill thy stomach.” The Lady Conley said warmly. “Let me find some proper cloth for thee to adorn. Where I can mend your dress properly, torn by the hands of a demon man.”
   “My lady. Thy must hide me first. The village men have bloodhounds. Thou puts thyself in danger.”
   The Lady Conley can sense the sincerity in Elizabeth’s voice. She knows that the young girl does not lie about her fate. Her heart warms to the young girl, since her concerns are for others, before herself.
   “Oh Elizabeth my dear. Lady Conley and her kin have resided in this cabin before the fathers of the village men were born. Before their fathers, fathers. The elders know of I, and I knowest of the Preacher, I do.”
   “Lady Conley. I hearest the hounds. They come for I. I must flee. I cannot put thee in danger.”
   “Such a wonderful young thing thou are. You worry, not for thyself, but for I.”
   The Lady Conley pushes the girl to sit down at her table. Not forcibly, that would have been cruel after what the demon man had done to her. It was with a grateful smile and what little persuasion needed for it to be done.
   “Please sip my broth and dunk this freshly baked bread to fill thy stomach. Fall is coming soon thy know. I must take my broom to sweep away the leaves before they pile too high.”
   Elizabeth looked worried. Why bother with leaves in the woods, she thought. The sounds of the hounds were so near. Does not Lady Conley understand the danger I have befallen her?
   “My Lady. I must leave here at once. I have brought the evil to thy door. I shame myself for doing so.”
   “Hush, hush little one. Lady Conley knows how to speaketh to such men. I will persuade them of their ill will. It has been led astray.” And with that, the Lady Conley picked up her broom, waived it once over Elizabeth’s head, and went out doors to sweep her leaves.
   A calmness overcame Elizabeth. She knew not where from. But she sat at the table, drank from a cup of water, and began dunking the fresh bread into the broth.
   She thought about the Lady. Living in a cabin out in the woods all alone. How did she cut wood for the fire? How did she catch the chicken to pluck the feathers from for her broth? How could the Lady as old as she was carry the bucket from the well?
Without thinking, Elizabeth says out loud, though no one could hear, “I will help the Lady Conley with all her chores.” Then wonders why she does not feel frighten any longer.
   Outside, humming a tune only the humming bird sings, the Lady Conley sweeps away the leaves which have fallen first.
   She does look up as the hounds yelp at her from behind the wall of stone that marks her property.
   The angry villagers are not far behind and yell at the hounds to continue their hunt. But they do not move past the wall.
   Sometimes, man should heed an animal’s wisdom.
   Before the storm hits, does not the bird go to hide in their nest. Before the eagle strikes, does not the jackrabbit stomp his foot to warn the others? Before the fall, does not the horse stop at the cliff’s edge? Before the giant ocean wave engulfs the shores, does not all the beasts run to higher ground?
   Man should heed an animal’s wisdom sometimes.
   The Preacher’s son is first to speak. “Listen hag of the woods. If thouest hide the witch of a girl who put the spell of lust in I, thou shalt be damned as a witch thyself.”
   The Lady Conley slowly looks to the boy who thought he was a man, and says, “Preacher son. Thou has no respect for others I see. What has I done to thee to be spoken to in such manner? Do thou not carest how others fair?”
   By now the bloodhounds have ceased their barking. Only to growl at the old ladies movements.
   “Thy harbor the witch Elizabeth I suspect. And why should I care how thou fair? Young and strong am I. Thou lookest like the rot on the bottom of a fallen tree. I am the Preacher’s son. If I say burn thy cabin to the ground, thou shalt not have a place to live by morrow.”
   The Lady Conley smiled. She saw in the men, who followed the Son of the Preacher, doubt creep into their thoughts as he now spoke.
   “I will give all one chance to leave here. Thy elder men. Have not your fathers spoken to you? About the cabin in the woods?”
   Some of the elder villagers started to leave.   Remembering the tales told at night about the cabin in the woods. Nothing had been seen or heard of for so long about such a place, that even the Church’s Preacher spoke sermons on how they were fairy tales to frighten little children at night.
   But if it were true. Only the fool with a fool’s heart would contest the Lady so.
   More men began to leave.
   “What? Am I surrounded by little children? Do thou believe the tall tales told around campfires? I will show this is no witch. I will tie both together with rope and rock and if thouest float, both are witches. If thouest sink to the river’s bottom, our Lord has made peace with thy souls as they fly to heaven from thy dead bodies.”
   The last of the men started running off. Calling their hounds to come hither.
   The Preacher’s son started climbing over the stonewall with hate and vigor.
   The Lady Conley lifts her broom up into the air, circling in the direction of the demon boy, and says, “Show this boy his folly ways. Making his eyes see nothing else all his days.”
   After those words are spoken, a bright flash of light blinds the eyes of the demon boy.
   For a day and a night, the Preacher himself had to search the woods alone. When he heard the crying of his son, he felt a joy only a father feels about his lost kin.
   But when he looked into thy son’s eyes, he cried right along his side.
   There were no pupils, there were no whites to his eyes. Only cloudy orbs rotating around and around. Showing the lust the boy had in his heart.
   All the while his son kept asking, “Can thou maketh it stop?”   The Preacher lifted his son to his feet and said, “Let us pray.”
   “I art so sorry Papa. How cruel I have been. So sorry. It was I Papa. It was I who tried to bewitch the girl. It was I.”
This is,My Latest Short Story,Jim Hauenstein,
And,


"What good is ye world when ye canst not livest hither."- K. Hari Kumar -
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Rosberg Wins In Bahrain

What indicators do you use to gauge aClassic Novel,anInspirational Song,or aGreat Movie?I would assume,like me,it is how thatNovel,Song,orMovieelicits an emotional response.How,right before the cover is opened,the first note is played,or the opening scene unfolds,you feel an abundance of excitement,of anticipation,and a preconception of what you are about toRead,Hear,orSee.Then,as you find the characters you love to root forand the ones you despise,hoping they fail in their intended task,your emotions will flow upand down with the fate of the players involved,or they will ebband flow with the musical tune played.Which you will never forget,once it is heard.That is whatFormula 1 Racingis for me.The anticipation of the start of the race.Hearing the engines rev up as the series of red lights,one by one light up.The passion in theDrivers Eyesas they wait for those red lights to go off to indicate they can begin.The ebband flow,the upsand downs,the overtaking,being overtaken,the sound bites,turn one at the start of every race,pit stops,drive thru penalties,with the occasional crash.They act like bumper cars,when they hit one another.Then comes thePodiumsof the3rd,2nd,and1st Place Finishers.F1 is the pinnacle of perfection in motorsports.The peak of the mountain.It is theClassic Novel,Inspirational Song,andGreat Movieall rolled into one.It has itsHeroes,itsStars,and itsRole Models.Winners.Losers.Teams that seem to be lucky,Teamswho never give up,andTeamswho seem to do no wrong.TheBahrainrace had all those thingsand more.F1is the fine wine,the perfect meal,أفضل جداً(The very best.)
This is,An Advocate Of F1,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“If everything seems under control, you're not going fast enough.” - Mario Andretti -
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This is,Jim - I'm Batman - Hauenstein,
And,

“Enough madness? Enough? And how do you measure madness? The Joker”
― Grant Morrison, Batman: Arkham Asylum -
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Calling All Hackers - Calling All Hackers - The DoD Needs Your Help

Now I have heard everything."The U.S. Department of Defense (DoD) has put together a prize fund of $150,000 for any computer hacker who can find vulnerabilities in the organization's security systems."
By Luke Graham for CNBC
"This is the first "bug bounty" program run by the U.S. federal government. Several companies, including Facebook and Google, have offered cash rewards to hackers who can find bugs in their programs or vulnerabilities in their cyber security."If you believe that theGovernment is just going to let every participant go on their merry way after this is all over,please let me sell you theEmpire State Building!OK,sure.If you do not know by now,payingHackersto find vulnerabilities in a security system is nothing knew.I am going to use the old labels here.The very bestBlack Hat Hackersafter being caught,have been offered jobs byGovernments,Corporations,Law Enforcement, andSecurity Companies.They becomeWhite Hat Hackersbecause they are now supposedly working for the good guys.But everyBlack Hatterknows,every component of every computer has a signature.A lot of times theBlack Hatterwill even leave hisCalling Card.A code in theHacked System,so theIT Departmentof thatSystem,Law Enforcement, Security Companies,andGovernmentsknow who they have beenHackedby."Hackers will have to register to participate and there are strict eligibility criteria: hackers must have a U.S. social security number, be eligible to work in the U.S., and will have to agree to a criminal background check to receive a bounty payment from the prize fund." Registration,that is the key.Put your name on a listand if your signature hacking codeor hacking technique ever shows up somewhere else in the World doing something funny,say hello to your new little friend namedBubba.He will be sharing a prison cell with you.Yet,I believe everybody should have at least one chance in life to make as much money as they can,as long as it does not hurt anyone in the process.Except forBig Business,corruptLaw Enforcement,and evilEmpires! Yes,there is a company out there that will pay you to hackCompanies Legally.You will also have to register there if you want a piece of that Pentagon Money.It is called
hackerone.Their motto is;Modern Security Is Hacker-Powered!
This is,Once Again I Retired From Hacking When It Was A Lot Easier In The 1990s - When I Did For Free Software - Free Web Browsers (You Use To Have To Pay For Them) - Free Anything Computer Wise - Free Is The Key Word Here,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“She’s in the middle of something really important. What do I tell her?”
“Tell her she gets to hack into the CIA’s system. She won’t be able to pass that up.”- C.B. Cook -
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