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And,
“It did what all ads are supposed to do: create an anxiety, relievable, only by purchase.”
- David Foster Wallace, -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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Motivating Yourself Again

There is so much negativity these days,
that I believe we all need to motivate ourselves to be
Positive!
This story is from my
Post
Motivate Yourself
which I wrote on
April 16th, 2015.
I was hoping it would help
Motivate
my kids.
 ****
OK,
this is the second in a series of three lessons I have discovered in my lifetime that am willing to share with you.The first lesson was yesterday called,
It Takes Up All Your Precious Time.
Where,
doing the drug of your choice takes a lot of time away from your life where you could be doing something more constructive instead. Some of you who read this will be thinking,
"This is just another old guy telling us how to live our lives." Well,
I've known these facts for most of my life,
but couldn't do anything about it because my mind kept telling me to
PARDEE!As my
Texas
girlfriend,
Debbie,
used to pronounce it.She was beautiful too,
but our
PARDEE
always got in the way of our happiness.
Enough about that.You can either take the advice
and see if it applies to your life
or dismiss it.It's up to you.
Self Motivation.No one is going to help you motivate yourself,
only you.Your
Parents
will say encouraging words to you,
but most people don't listen to their
Parents.Because they are your
Parents.It's a natural reaction.And not all
Parents
are good.
So,
besides your
Parents,
if they are good ones,
or a close
Loved One,
most people you meet in life are going to discourage you
or have negative things to say about you.This proverb is true."Misery loves company."
Most people will try to hold you back because they don't want to see you succeed.Because if you do,
in their low self esteem,
they feel you are better than them!So,
they will try to hold you down,
or hold you back,
or however they can spoil your progress in life.
Start telling yourself,
"I am a good person, I do have talent, I am Intelligent, I do have something to offer to this world, and I can become the person I always dream of becoming."Saying those phrases once a day,
when you wake up,
is the best way of changing a negative mind.
Positive Re-Enforcement
 will eventually wipe away the doubt that you have,
and help you work towards your goals with confidence.
"No one is going to help you succeed, but you!"Say that one once a day too.That's the one I always used to change my mindset.I motivated myself in becoming the lovable person I am today.And knowledgeable too!One more thing.Don't ever think of yourself as a failure.There are different levels of success.Say you wanted to become a
Movie Star,
but you end up on a
TV Sitcom
for only one year,
was on an off
Broadway Stage Show
most of the next couple of years,
and then end up making about
20 TV Commercials.In reality,
you have made a really good living at what you love to do,
but might not have reached the heights of fame that
Tom Cruz
did.
Hardly anyone ever does. So ask yourself this.The
Actress
who plays
Flo
on those
TV Commercials,
do you think she feels she is a failure!
 [image error]This is,
Never Failed In Life,
Just Reached Different Levels Of Success!
Jim Hauenstein,
And,

“Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.”
- Winston S. Churchill - 
That is my story and I'm sticking to it!
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gofundme Midnight Mind The Re-Post

 I am re-posting this story because I believe it to be a good cause.
Please,
I know most of you,
like myself,
have contributed to the
Houston Relief Fund
but an extra dollar here
or there to help
Drewye West
and his
gofundme
project,
will show what wonderful people I have following this
Blog.
Please help,
even if it is a dollar.
Thank you.

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Calling all readers.I know you all like to watch movies,check out the latest greatest web series,and help outWhen & Where-Everyou can.Well,I have an opportunity for you to do all three of these.First,we start out by helping someone.His name isDrewye Westand he is fromLebanon, Kentucky.He is a frequent reader of thisBlogand he likes to watch all of my music videos on myYouTube Channel,Twobuckhowie.He has just opened up his firstgofundmepage. He is starting aWeb-SeriescalledMidnight Mind!This is a great chance to get on the ground floor with someone,I feel,will do great things in the future.Why is he starting agofundmepage?Here,he will explain it all in his own words."For a year or so I have been trying to get the ball rolling on a web series I've written temporarily titled "Midnight Mind". After multiple failed attempts to get started (due to lack of actors, money, equipment, etc,) I have finally decided to turn to crowd funding for help."- Drewye West -
This is,I Truly Believe Good Things Will Happen to You If You HelpDrewyeWith This Project,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“Crowdfunding is the new black.”
- Rowena Wiseman -
That is my story and I am donating as we speak!
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Meiko Kaji

Back in the day,watchingJapanesemovies,with there non-synchronizedEnglishvoices overdubbing theJapanesevoices,was a source of humor for my friends and I,as we sat around someone's basement,smoking a couple of spleafs.I even had a favorite actress at the time,mind you this is during the 1970s,and a couple of favorite movies too!I can't actually remember the names of most of the movies,except of course for some of the big time classics likeBruce Lee'sEnter The DragonandJackie Chan'sDrunken Master,but I will never forget myJapaneseon screen heart throb,Meiko Kajiand her role in the movieLady Snowblood.I wonder if she is free these days for a date?[image error]This is,
愛する梶恵子Jim Hauenstein,
And,
"Don't wait for the change of circumstances. You change the circumstances."
- Jackie Chan, -
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Running Jimmy And Pickled Mary

I have been tellin' this story nearly sixty year. You boys and girls of the First Baptist Church of Franklin County in the great state of Missouri seem to enjoy it though. So I keep tellin' it.
I guess the best way to begin is where Runnin' Jimmy comes unto this world. That would explain his strange name to you folks who never heard this tale before.
It starts with Preacher John. Who was a green eyed, cross eyed, hard man to get along with. But he told the word of God and was the only man of the cloth to answer the town's request in the Pennsylvania Gazette Newspaper for their need of one.
The township of New Hope, Missouri was Preacher-less until he came and told the Lord's message.
It did not take long until he was sayin' Fire and Brimstone was soon comin' down from Heaven because of the sins of the valley.
That was when Miss Mable, the colored school Marm here in New Hope was found to be carin' a child.
She never would say who fathered the child so Preacher John explained it as the Devil's work and the child should not walk this Earth.
Good old Missus Jenkins would hear none of that talk. "God will never blame an unborn child for the sins of it's parents." She would say.
And you children here know the Jenkins clan well. Old Missus Jenkins slapped many of your Daddy and Mommy rumps when they came unto this world. Her daughter slapped you older boys and girls rumps and her daughter slapped you younger folk so your parents could hear the joy of your cry. God's gift of life.
I like when I see you older boys get Indian faced, no disrespect to our friends intended, when you hear your rumps were slapped by a women. It shows humility.
Now where was I?
Ah yes.
Poor Miss Mable, I guess, could not bare to see what would happen to her newborn if Preacher John got his way. So she passed away at givin' birth. God rest her soul.
Leavin' Missus Jenkins with the task of raisin' the new born boy until he could walk.
Preacher John was so fiery with his conviction that the child was the Devil's work that the town folk had to build a little home for him out in the woods where he was told by the Preacher he would live alone.
You know the good people here never gave it another thought by disobeying that green eyed Preacher. Each day one Ma or Pa from your kinfolk would go out to them woods, teach the boy schoolin' and feed him the best county corn and roast pig. All he could eat.
Soon folks here would see that boy at the edge of the forest's pine trees or edge of their wheat fields wavin' to them with a big smile on his face. Before they could answer, he'd run off faster than a jackrabbit.
He knew never to smile at the cross eyed Preacher John though.
Sometimes I think he taunted the Preacher by showin' himself to him, waitin' until cross eye got his shotgun out, runnin' before he'd get a clean shot off. All you ever saw was a bloom of dust and rock where the gunshot hit the ground.
That is where the boy was standin', but he be runnin' so fast, he be maybe fifteen to sixteen full grown corn stalks in length away laughin' like those hyenas you hear about back east that the rich folk go see at them zoos.
Town folks all called him boy until then. After, he'd be known as Runnin' Jimmy.
Now Pickled Mary's name came a different way of course.
Uncle Jim, your name is Jim and Aunt Mary's name is Mary. Is this story about you two?
Shush girl. That's what wrong with this generation of boys and girls. You don't know when to shush and when to talk. And besides, do I look like I could run anywhere?
Pickled Mary, now she was an ornery girl, with the attitude of protecting her friends and always tellin' the truth.
She got her Christian name at birth but her funny name, Pickled, actually came from her tryin' to rip the ears off the cousin of Preacher John.
This fellow came to New Hope tellin' folks he was related to the town's Preacher. No one ever saw the two together talkin' nor did this fellow ever show up for the Sunday sermon.
The Preacher was asked about this fellow and his answer was always the same. "Wrong side of the family."
One day this fellow had trapped Mary behind the family's barn, nobody knew why he was there, but as Mary tells it, "I have seen horses and cows mate, I was told early on about the birds and the bees, but once that man told me what he was going to do to me, God as my witness knows I should have ripped more than his ears off. I have never heard such shameful words in all my days!"
It is said that fellow ran straight out of town yelling, "That girl is pickle-laided."
I am not sure if it's ever been a word, but back then, pickle-laided meant you were a little crazy.
So instead of callin' her crazy Mary, Pickled Mary seemed more appropriate.
That's not the end of your story telling, is it Uncle Jim?
Girl, I told you shush once now already. Do not go and anger me so I have to find a sturdy switch to use on you.
Sorry Uncle Jim.
You get exited easily there Gertrude, I know, still you a good child.
New Hope already found the red headed Scott, Miss Finley, to become the School Marm. And it be a good choice too, since she lasted thirty year to school your families.
Preacher John and Miss Finley never made friends like he and Miss Mable did before Miss Mable began carryin' child.
Miss Finley says Preacher John was too stupid to be a real Preacher and he got his, she often used the word credentials, from the back of a box of lye.
I never really knew what she meant by that but the smarter townsfolk took it as he was a fake. Not really a Preacher at all.
We will never know for sure. When Miss Finley wrote to the Bishop of Philadelphia, it was the fall of the year of our Lord, 1832. That year the snow falls came late, the ground was dried and hard, the leaves no longer hung on trees, and bushes were bare of all life.
Some say it was Preacher John himself who started the fires near the School House. Some say it was lightnin' strickin' without the rain. But the good Lord was looking out for our School Marm that night, when the wind shifted away from the School house and back up the valley.
It could have been a deadly shift of wind if it was not for the fact that smoke blew right into the woods where Runnunin' Jimmy lay sleepin'.
That boy woke with only one thought. Wake the townsfolk before they all burn in their homes.
Now don't you girls go a gigglin', but Runnin' Jimmy never gave no heed to his looks that night. He ran straight to the Church and up the Bell Tower naked as a mole rat.
Those two bells rang and rang, even though Preacher John said it was the Devil's work again.
No need tellin' you the men folk woke in time to get the women and children to form a line from the river with buckets, splashing all the town's buildins' with water, while the men raked and digged the hard ground, throwin' dirt on the comin' flames.
The only buildin' burned down was Preacher John's home.
Most of the men came to look at the burnt out home after the danger had passed. Preacher John was there with shotgun in hand yellin' for the Devil child to show himself.
With no fear in his eyes, runnin' as fast as ever, the mole rat dressed boy stops not ten fully grown corn stalks away. Anger on his face, lookin' at Preacher John, as if green eye was a guilty soul.
"Say your prayer's boy, you on your way to Hell," says the cross eyed Preacher.
Pickled did not hesitate. She stood right in front of Runnin' Jimmy. With the ambers still glowin' hot from the burned down buldin', reflectin' red off her white skin, Pickled Mary screamed, "You are the Devil if you kill Runnin' Jimmy after he saved all our lives."
"Get away from him girl or you will be going to Hell with your friend there."
The men folk of New Hope were angered by a threat to one of their daughters by a man of the cloth. Before he could get a shot off they surrounded him.
I cannot tell you what might have been said to the Preacher that night, but cross eye was no longer a man of the cloth in their eyes. He handed his shotgun over to one of the men and declared in the voice he so often used in Church, "I am on my way to the South, away from you fools. There a man knows his place in this evil world. Protect your half breed boy. The Devil can trick a man in believing he is doing God's will while the whole time he is doing evil."
By then, someone had brought out cross eye's palomino from the barn, saddled and ready to go.
The look on cross eye's face, of pure shook, was more than Runnin' Jimmy could bare.
He laughed like a tickled babe on Christmas morn'.
Cross eye already had the reigns twisted in his hand by then but before he could saddle up, Runnin' Jimmy ran to the palomino and slapped it's rump like he was awakenin' a newborn.
That pony kicked it's hind legs so high, I swear, Lord forgive me, it could have reached the stars!
Then it ran off into the darkness and all you could hear from the half draggin', half runnin', green eye, cross eye John was, "Stop Miss Mable, stop!"
A-OH, here comin' Aunt Mary.
Oh Jimmy, I heard you swear to those words in your story. If you didn't ask the Lord to forgive you I would have been here to slap that smile right off your face. Pickle-laided? And why does the story get more fables to it as you tell it over and over? Naked as a mole rat. Someday Jimmy you will be struck by lightning if you keep adding myth to your telling.
Ah woman. The children like it.
Now children go clean up so we can say our prayers. The men folk are almost done with the barn raising. Now go!
  This is,Channeling A Previous LifeJim Hauenstein,
And,
“I swear, either I’ve done something very wrong in a previous life, or I’m saving up all of my karma for a rainy day.”
- Andrew James Pritchard, -
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Mountain Pass

   I was told not to try and tread over the mountain at this time of day. They were right, I know. Darkness does come early this time of year.
   There also was that old man in the village. He said he could feel a storm coming on. But at the time, there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
   Yet now, I am stepping hard against a strong headwind mixed with a wet type of snow. A heavy snow. Where each flake is just now freezing, at this high of an altitude. Packing a layer of moister on everything it touches.
   Each step feels like I have an extra five pounds on my legs with all of this freezing snow covering my pants and boots. But I must continue on. I need to get the medicine back to my family on the other side of the pass. They are counting on me.
   Just what I need. The wind is steadily picking up strength. I wipe off the snow from my pants legs and boots. Still, seconds later, the icy wet flakes are covering me like a white soaked jump suite.
   I must carry on though. I have to carry on. It's my families only hope. They need the medicine I carry.
   I am up another thousand feet of altitude. I am worried that the heavy wet snow will slide down the already packed layer underneath and start an avalanche.
   Up here, with me being the only person out here in this weather, who would hear my cries of help if I became buried alive.
   How could they even find me.
   I probably would survive the initial burial by the avalanche. You can breath when you are in the middle of a ton of snow. There is a lot of air between each snowflake, but as more wet snow falls, the icy stuff around me would pack in harder and harder. Pressing a heavy weight on my chest. Eventual, making it impossible for me to move a muscle and breath.
   I would suffocate before anyone even missed me and sent out a rescue party.
   At least I don't have to worry about bears or wolfs. They are smart enough to be in a shelter by now, from this weather.
   It's getting too hard to go any further. The wind is too strong and I am soaked to the bone from the wet snow. Sorry my loved ones. I have to make a shelter or I won't make it home at all.
   The secret to making an igloo, is digging as far as you can to the ground. Using the packed snow you dig out as blocks, to make the dome portion of your shelter.
   My hands are freezing.
   I can't stop.
   I need a shelter from this storm so I can bring home the medicine to my loved ones!

   "Jason, it's time to come in now." Says a woman in her late thirties.
   "Oh Mom. I just started to make my fort out of snow." Replies the son of the woman.
   "Get in here now and take a bath. You know you start school tomorrow and I don't want you getting sick from playing in the back yard in that dirty wet snow." A determined mother says.

   Sorry family. I can't make it in this weather. I won't be bringing you the medicine. I'll never make it over this mountain pass alive. I am freezing to death. I'll see you again, in Nirvana.

This is,Having A Child's ImaginationJim Hauenstein,
And,
“Fairy tales were the door to the world of imagination for me as a child, that land I often lived in when real life wasn’t quite enough.”
- Regan Walker -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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A Couple Of Thoughts

Just a couple of thoughts off the top of my head.
What happened toAnonymous? Normally,I would have high-lighted the hacktivist's nameand hooked up a link to it so you could see for yourself what they are doing.What I found on their web-page was a link to a new web-page,which was full ofAdvertisements. Does this sound like aHacker Groupor a money hungry web-master trying to cash in on their fame?I have written favorably in the past aboutAnonymouson Postssuch as"Anonymous," This Anonymous Comments On My Blog,Anonymously Anonymous,and Where The Hack Is Anonymous?But lately,I haven't heard anything about them since they threatenedDonald Trumpand didn't follow through on it.I likeAnonymouswhen they fight for the little guy.I like when they stand up toBig BusinessandCorrupt Governments.We need someone on our side fighting those two big entitiesor they will win out in the endand this world will truly becomeThe Haves & The Haves Not.
On myPostcalledTime Escapes Tours, a person wrote under the guise ofAnonymous,with no relations to the hacker group,criticizing a mistake I made in my story.  Anonymous August 21, 2017 at 8:21 AM"Maybe you can write a story about the proper use of There and Their."I went backand read over my story,Time Escapes Tours and found only one instance where I made the mistake of using the word"there"to show possessionor ownership of.If I have made more mistakes in my writing,please point them out to me.When I write a story,I do it in one sittingand I am trying to type as fast as my mind is thinking up the words.I don't mindConstructive Criticismif it is not done in a bullyingor downgrading manner.I can use the help.
This is, Asking For Help In More Then One DirectionJim Hauenstein,
And,
“The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.”
- Marcus Aurelius, -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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Why Am I So Happy?

This is aRe-PostfromAugust 15, 2015.I recently gave aLyftride to an old friend who I have not seen in seven years.Because five of those years he spent in jail.He claims he is sober nowand is going to stay that way.I told him how happy I am right now in my lifeand the reasons for it.I thought bringing back thisPostwould help explain where I am at.
****
First,
I would like that my kids,
other family members,
not read this
Post. 
Because,
I do not feel like being judged for what I am about to reveal here today.Second,
I am not writing this
Post,
because I feel
Regret
for the things that I have done in my life.On the contrary,
I taught myself a long time ago,
not to regret the decisions I have made over the years,
because they are a part of my life
and they make me who I am.Everybody makes mistakes in life.
If you learn from them
and grow as a person,
you become a better individual because of them.
With that said,
I have learned that doing drugs,
will use up a lot of time in your life.
Time,
that you can be putting to better use.
Now,
don't let your imagination go wild,
thinking I'm addicted to heroin
or something like that.
I'm not.I have never tried it
and I plan on never trying it.
I am talking about any addictive drug like,
Coffee,
Cigarettes,
Alcohol,
Pot,
Speed,
Acid,
Downers,
Meth,
and so on. I am going to be talking about alcohol,
because that is the most widely used drug that I know of. This lesson can be associated with any drug though.
I was mainly a pot head
and alcoholic.Drinking alcohol,
took up so much of my time,
out of my day,
that I had little time for anything else.
Meaning I had little time for
Relationships,
Family,
and
Friends.Think about it.The
First
thing that takes time away from your life when you are drinking,
is finding the money to buy it.
So you either have to earn some money,
borrow some money,
or steal some money. Second,
once you have the money,
you have to travel to whatever location there is to purchase the Alcohol.
Liquor store,
grocery store,
gas station,
and so on. Third,
you have to drink the alcohol.
With most people,
that involves getting drunk,
instead of just drinking socially. Fourth,
you have to sleep it off.Fifth,
you have to recover from whatever level of buzz you achieved the day or night before.
Meaning,
some people wake up with hangovers they have to deal with,
or others are so exhausted they can't get out of bed. Sixth,
which is a whole category of it's own,
but must be mentioned here,
you have to pay retribution for any mistakes you made while drinking the alcohol.Like court fines and jail time!
The friends you hurt.
The ruined relationships.
The Family who wants to disown you.And if that isn't hard enough,
try rapping your drug use around going to school
or working at a job.
Then,
you even have less time to drink your alcohol.
Which seems to have the effect of convincing some people that they have to hurry up
and get wasted because they don't have,
"Enough time to get buzzed!"
Some of you,will have to pay your own bills,
buy your own food,
and pay your own rent.
Leaving less money for alcohol,and less time to get buzzed.
I'm not going to sit here
and say I could have been a great musician
or a great writer if I didn't drink alcohol.I'm saying I could have been a lot better at these things,
if I used the time I spent on drinking to get drunk,
on perfecting those crafts I enjoy.I still play guitar
and I still write short stories.
Check out some of my writings under the heading,
"Short Stories & Flash Fiction."But,
I do them for my own enjoyment now.
I know I could have been better at them if I had practiced more
and took lessons from a good guitar player
or went back to school to learn how to become a better writer.
No regrets though.Because I have had one
Hell
of a life
and plan on having a lot more of it.Alcohol made me feel old at the age 24,
and lazy where I thought,
"Is this as good as it gets?"
I made about a million dollars from age of 16 to 31 years old.Recovered from trying to drink myself to death
and made about two million dollars from age 36 to 53 years old.
I raised seven wonderful children during that second period of my life
and I needed every penny to do it.Being sober,
I find that I am happier now with my life since I was a child.I'm happy because of my kids.
Even though I bore them,
I love watching them grow up,
having children of their own,
and learning about life in their own way.
See,
I told you I have one
Hell
of a life.
So,
if you think you still want to party,
learn a lesson the Greeks always say,
This is,
After All That,
I Wouldn't Change A Thing In My Life,
Jim Hauenstein,
And,

“Somebody should have warned the Trojans. Beware of gifts bearing Greeks.”
- David Gerrold, -
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Time Escapes Tours

   "Everyone, back in the capsule, now!" Barks the agitated Tour Director, at the fifteen passengers under his watch. It is always something on these trips that upsets his constitution to the point where he wants to quit and go back to the quite life. But he quit his boring teaching job to do this. Have adventures in his life and take control of his own future.
   Since he is the sole authority on this "Time Escapes Tours'," time capsule, the power granted to him by the charter the Government gave to his tour agency, Barney Humble likes to think of himself as the Captain on these voyages. The man in charge. The only person who can order the affluent around, with no questions asked. The person who teaches these aristocrats what is the difference between an extinct frog and an extinct toad on these time skirmishes.
   Sure, all of these voyages are sent back in time, but that is what the Government allows.
   There is only one Tour Agency in the World with a charter to use time travel. No one can travel into the future since the "World Accord," was written by the Governments from the year 2121 and the Governments from the year 2334. It mandated that only preventive global extinction needs and humanitarian needs would allow special envoys to go into the future.
   The governments of the year 2334 were intelligent enough, knowing that time travelers were coming, not to give any advance military secrets or technology to any one group. In essence, stopping a time war from happening before it could happen.
   Where groups of advanced militia type personnel, would try to go back in time, further then their opponents, to eliminate those opponents before they went back in time further and eliminated the first group.
   More frightening to the futuristic Governments, was bringing back weaponry into their past, which might fall into the wrong hands and be reversed engineered. Changing the Time Warrior's and there Government's future. No longer having the same present, as when the Militia left.
   No one wanted a future so drastically changed by advanced technology falling into a less intelligent human species, that their government, way of life, or their lives themselves be lost forever because of an alternating past. Which probably meant, their type of future no longer existed.
   "No way am I letting that corpse of a Velociraptor onto my capsule." Says Captain Humble to Earnest Nathanial Agnew. One of the richest men in the world, and the one holding a crossbow, fully loaded.
   "You will do exactly that Tour Guide. I paid a lot of money to a lot of people to get my trophy, and don't think I could care less if you live or die because of your ethics." Answers Earnest, as he slowly raises the crossbow so the arrow points at Humble's chest.
   "How did you get a weapon on board in the first place?" Questions Barney Humble. "The computers should have picked it up immediately?"
   "That's why I paid a lot of money." Smirks Earnest Agnew. "Our computer systems were program for our weaponry of our day, explosive made from the past, and chemicals from any era which could cause a global change. No one dreamed of the earliest man's weapons of stick and stones being deadly. So when the computer saw I was bringing on board pieces of wood, it did not see a potential of a deadly weapon being made."
   "You will never get away with this." Captain Humble says.
   "But I already have." A delighted Earnest says. "Once we arrive in our time period, guards will be there to arrest you for criminal acts of treason against our Government, as it will be you who is framed for the weapon which was brought on board. I will be able to keep my trophy and you will spend the rest of your life in jail."
   "I'll tell the truth. Everyone will know it was really you who brought the crossbow onto the capsule." An obvious agitated Barney Humble says.
   "You will never get your day in court Tour Guide." Smiles Agnew. "Now let's get back to our time so I can hang my trophy on a wall!"
   Laughter, from Earnest Nathanial Agnew, can be heard over the hum of a small black hole being formed in the engine room. As time slips faster and faster into the future, his laughter becomes louder and louder.
   When the craft stops at the correct time line, Agnew's laughter stops at the same moment.
   "Open the door Tour Guide. It is time to meet your fate!"
   When the door opens, there is a surprise waiting for all of them.
   "Earnest Nathanial Agnew, I arrest you under the Parent-Teacher's Association law of 2013, where it is illegal to kill any living species, future, present, or past. All of your worldly possessions will be confiscated, and your life story stricken from the history books." A small, bespectacled gentleman says.
   "Wait, no!" Cries a confused Agnew. "Where are my guards? Where are my men? I paid a lot of money for my trophy and I am not going to stand for this."
   "Take him away." Says the head of the Worlds governing body. The PTA.
   He now looks to the Tour Director, Captain Humble.
   "Mister Barney Humble. May I be the first to welcome you to a new time line that you've created. After a World Conference feed broadcast to the masses, we will have a pot luck dinner in your honor, so you can instill in us the courage it took to stand by your ethnics and lead us into this new world order."
   This is,It Could HappenJim Hauenstein,
And,
"It starts innocently. Casually. You turn up at the annual spring fair full of beans, help with the raffle tickets (because the pretty red-haired music teacher asks you to) and win a bottle of whiskey (all school raffles are fixed), and, before you know where you are, you're turning up at the weekly school council meetings, organizing concerts, discussing plans for a new music department, donating funds for the rejuvenation of the water fountains—you're implicated in the school, you're involved in it. Sooner or later you stop dropping your children at the school gates. You start following them in."
- Zadie Smith -
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Have You Met Laryn? He Will Leave You Speechless!

If you have followed me over the years,you would have seen a recurrence happening in my life.I become ill more than I would like.From my childhood days of havingThunderclap Headaches,to myHigh School Daysof havingOsgood-Schlatter Disease,to today where I am dealing withCOPD.This week was a first for me though,I came down withLaryngitis.Still recoveringand I am extremely tired.So,I will have to put on hold this week'sEpisodeofThe Man From Mars.I will continue it nextThursdayof courseand I believe you will like the new adversary I am going to introduce to battle Ponleak,The Man From Mars. This is,Reminding You Early About The Eclipse On MondayJim Hauenstein,
And,
“Why is it that showers and even storms seem to come by chance, so that many people think it quite natural to pray for rain or fine weather, though they would consider it ridiculous to ask for an eclipse by prayer?”
- Henri Poincaré, -
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