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Style Baby Police Are Watching Me

I am sorry if I offend anyone from another country or from this country with my observations.I look at things through eyes from growing up aCatholicliving in theUnited States Of America.Originally,a country settled byPuritans.Who looked at anything sexual as sinful.But,it is also wonderful to see that people are still reading my olderPosts.On my Post;Oppai Cell Phone Cover,I talk about"What age group is an Oppai cell phone cover for?"The first link takes you to myPost,the second link takes you to the website where you can purchase all kinds ofOppai Products.I recently had a response about my age group statement from one reader.
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This is,Giving Away Free Advertising Space Again,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“Fashion changes, but style endures.”
- Coco Chanel -
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Paradise

   "What are we going to do?" Asks my wife of twenty-five years. "Both of our families have been loyal, upstanding citizens of the dome city of New Seattle for four generations. Our families were considered among the richest in the original metropolitan area of Seattle before the two class system predicated that the finer class, which we were deemed part of, shield ourselves off from those undesirables. And now they want to throw us out into wilderness? Live among the barbarians no less?"
   "Honey, you know money and value of a person's wealth is no longer consider a class distinction, here inside the dome. Androids do all the work for us, grow all the crops for us, and guard us from the people living outside the dome." I explained to her.
   "Then why, if there is no class system, did the Carnation family get evicted into the wild two years ago?"
   "Honey, even though back in the day being rich and being a socialite meant more than it does today, the Two Percenters, who control the androids make the rules. Their word is law."
   "Well, its not right. Why do they get to say what is best for everyone under the dome?" She thought about her next statement before she asked it. "When was the last time anyone saw one of these so called Two Percenters, anyways?"
   "Someone is running the show, somewhere. Who else would be giving the androids their orders."
   We both sat there quit for the moment. Waiting until that dreaded knock came to our door.
   Suddenly, the front door opened without a knock or an announcement.
   "We are here to escort Mister and Misses Johnson to the outer hatch of the dome. Please, do not try to use any kind of violence against us. We are program to take you to the wilderness any which way we can. We are programed to use force if need be." One of the first androids into our home said to us.
   There we were, led by two androids in front of us and two behind. As our friends and neighbors watched and whispered about our fate.
   My wife screamed, "They'll becoming for you one day. You are not the elite any longer to the Two Percenters. Now you are the second class citizens that they feel they can do anything they want to. Like evict you out of the dome."
   We noticed the androids did nothing to stop her. They must be programed against violence or us trying to escape. Not our verbal assault on our leaders. We both chanted our battle cry until we were led to an inner hatch which we were ordered to go through.
   "You will enter the chamber inside and wait until the outer hatch is opened. Then you will leave. Android 20349001 will make sure you don't try to linger in the chamber too long. Thank you. Have a nice day." A different android told us, from the one who spoke earlier.
   "I can't look," my wife said. "Tell me what you see when the door is opened."
   "I will," I said confidently. But I didn't feel very confident at the moment.
   The hatch swung opened and I walk to the edge of the dome and the brand new world my wife and I were about to enter.
   I hesitated. I didn't know what to say to my wife.
   "What is it honey? What's out there?" She was staring at me scared.
   "It's, it's paradise!"
 
This is,Saying There Will Always Be A Two Class SystemJim Hauenstein,
And,
“That's right, there's free beer in an Irish paradise.”
- Kevin Hearne, -
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Lfyt Driving Therapy

I have been driving forLyftfor awhile nowand have notice a few things a long the way.First;Alcoholis my friend as a driver.I am not saying I drinkand drive or anything foolish like that.I am saying people are a lot smarter nowadays about going out for a drink.Instead of driving themselvesand risking being stopped for aDUI,a lot of people are using theLyft Appand getting a ride toand from the establishments they want to drink at.Very commendable.The second thing I have noticed is;so far the fiftyor so rides that I have personally driven,most of the people are very friendlyand talkative.Which goes hand in hand with my personality.The third thing I have noticed about some of my customers is;some will be staring at their phonesor have earbuds inand do not want to talk at all.The fourth thing I have seen is;I have to know when to talkand when to listen.I have had one lady,who was obviously intoxicated,start a conversation telling me how happy she wasand how motivated she was in life.Towards the end of a ten minute ride she was telling me how she was getting a divorceand how she hated men.One girl who I thought was very intelligent asked me about relationship advice with her life partner. On one ride,a guy asked me what was the worst day I ever had in life.He was obviously in pain about something.I told him I didn't have a worst day,but I had a terrible two weeks in my life once.I told him about the time in my life where the company I worked for went on strike,I was evicted from the townhouse I lived in,I cracked up myCadillac Eldorado,my girlfriend left me,and theRock N' Roll BandI was playing in broke up.That all happened to me in a two week periodand is the honest toGodtruth.He actually smiledand said his life wasn't as bad as all that.I also told him,if he works through it like I did,things will get better for him.I hope I helped him at least get through the dayand that he found hope for his future.Because that was a really bad two weeks I hadand life did get better for me!Now,I have to have aSuperhero T-Shirtmade up saying;"I am not a therapist, I am a Lyft Driver!" This is,Always Helping Wherever I Can,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“Strong people don't put others down... They lift them up.”
- Michael P. Watson -
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Holy Weekend!

Today isSunday,Easter Sunday in theHouse Of Hauenstein.I may not follow a strictReligiousregimen these days of going toChurchor practicing a faith likeChristianity.It stems from a background of anIrish Motherwho wanted to have aPriestin the family,like all goodCatholic Irish Families,and having her two oldest children going to anCatholic School.Six days out of the week,my brother and I had to go toChurch.During the week,we had to go before school started.We were bothAlter Boys.But it was a tumultuous time for theCatholic Churchin the late 1960's.Let us just say,that theChurch had,has,and always will haveSkeletons In Their Closet.Since it isHoly-day,even though I don't practice a particularReligion,I do have my own faith that I follow.So,part of that faith is spending time with my family on occasions like today.Even if it kills us. Besides,OneRepublicsaid it best in their lyrics from the songCounting Stars."Everything that kills me makes me feel alive."
SinceSaint Mary's Grade School,the grade school my brotherand I attended is no longer open,I have the distinction of being the only grade schooler ever to be suspended twice!
The other distinction of thisHoly Weekendis,I moved from the great state ofWisconsintoCaliforniaonGood Fridayin the year of ourLord,1989!
This is,Wishing Everyone A Happy EasterJim Hauenstein,
And,
“EASTER HAS BEEN CANCELED - THEY FOUND THE BODY”
- Jim Butcher,-
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The Five Best Posts Of March, 2017

I am starting to feel a lot better these last couple of daysand I,for the life of me,can't remember being ill this longand this severe.Since I haven't been writing lately,I need to catch up on some of my standardPostI do every month,like; The Five Best Posts Of The Month .AndThe Fifth Best Post Of March, 2017 is;The Man From Mars - Episode NineThank you so much for taking an interest in my weekly serial, "The Man From Mars." Each Thursday I write the next Episode of a story about a man who claims he is from Atlantis, but what Earthlings call Mars, and the person who met the Man from Mars at a bar. I can't give anymore away of the story then that. You'll just have to read all thirteen Episodes up to this point and come back every Thursday for more.
The Fourth Best Post Of March is;Motor Mouth Strikes AgainA humorous look at something I have said, where I have put my foot into my mouth, and the family laughs at how dense I can be sometimes. Even someone who reads all the time and is always trying to understand new things can be a real dummy. To wrap up the story nicely, I added a few jokes at the end to keep you laughing. 
The Third Best Post Of March is;Once In Heaven, Forever In HellStory I wrote about a Man who dies, gets a taste of Heaven, but is tortured and tormented in his own kind of Hell as he is brought back to life as a clone, time and time again. Never being able to go to Heaven.
The Second Best Post Of March is;Friday's PostThis was actually the first Post where I declared I was ill. It just talks about how I wasn't feeling good and that I said thank you to everyone for keeping coming back and reading my stories. I guess, I would have to put it down that my readers were concerned about me and they wanted to know why I wasn't writing, and this Post answered everyone's question.
The Number One Best Post Of March, 2017 is;The Man From Mars - Episode EightThank you all for once again reading and enjoying my weekly serial, "The Man From Mars." But I also want to give honorable mention to A-L-I-V. If it wasn't for that story catching on, none of my other stories would be read. A-L-I-V has been read 14 times to every 1 time any other story has. If I could figure out what I did right on that one piece, I would bottle it.
This is,Feeling Well Enough To WriteJim Hauenstein,
And,
“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.” - J.D. Salinger, -
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The Man From Mars - Episode Thirteen

   Looking back on my ascent up the sewer ladder was kind of eventful, even though I would have to say the whole climb couldn't have been more than twelve feet tall.
   In that little bit of time, I thought about how I had convinced myself, that I was actually living, a good full life, up to that point. How I was making a difference in people's lives by being an investigative reporter.
   Nothing like being hunted by a large black SUV full of fedora wearing, men in black, to ignite the dopamine in the old brain to make life worth living.
   Before that moment, I never realized how closely I identified to those people that I hunt down who don't want to be found. It is quite exhilarating living this way, if I wasn't so scared.
   The moment of truth came. I was at the top of the sewer whole with my back pressed up against the cover, ready to push.
   It was not what I was expecting when I opened it. I was in an fenced off area of a grade school playground, and I was locked in.
   It wasn't a very high fence, I probably could have climbed it easily, but I saw, what was obviously a maintenance man, heading my way in a golf cart. The closer he got, the more he animated that he was angry with me. But his words kept saying calmly, "Hong Xia told me you were coming. I have been watching for you. I will let you out."
   He told me that the faculty on this side of the school building were probably watching. And with the way society is today, they are probably telling the principle that a terrorist just came out of the sewers. The system running under the grade school buildings. So he wouldn't be surprised if a bomb scare was happening as he spoke. He also said, as soon as he unlocked the fence's gate, that I was to push him aside, as hard as I could, and run for it. He will explain to the police that I was a homeless looking man, taking shelter in the sewers. After the bomb sniffing dogs have their way through the tunnels and find nothing, I should be in the clear.
   So I did as he asked. I pushed him hard enough to knock him on his ass and I ran to the nearest housing section. 
   I found an alley with many nick and crannies in it, where I could hide in, while I threw away my wet pants, socks, and sneakers. Putting on clean clothes and my last pair of loafers.
   At least I wasn't going to look like the homeless man the janitor was going to describe to the police.
   I needed to find a business section of this part of Queens in a hurry, so I can get a taxi, and leave this barrio behind. If I stay in this area much longer, I mean in the United States, I am going to get hemmed in, with nowhere to run.
   There is always a business section, in walking distance from any part of Queens. Yet, I couldn't believe my eyes when I stumbled around a corner and there was a Greyhound Bus depot.
   My next problem, was identification. I couldn't show mine to buy a ticket or the Government's men in black would be upon me within minutes.
   Out of habit, I still went searching in my backpack for my wallet to check on my funds.
   I opened it up, and the first thing I see is a note from Hong Xia. It read; George, you never think ahead. I can never figure out how you have survived in this world as long as you have. I have given you your money back. You'll need it. I have also replaced the bills you were carrying with the same non-sequential dollar amounts. In case you took your funds out from a bank when you first started on the run. You know they can follow that like any other trail. You will also see two counterfeit passports and five fake diver's licenses. They were done by my people so they will pass any inspection by any official. Just don't make a nuisance of yourself, like you like to do, so they don't dig deeper. Take care George. And when this all blows over someday, why don't you look me up on a personal level instead of needing a favor all the time. I cannot for the life of me see how you got married in the first place. That woman must have hit you over the head with a hammer to let you know she liked you. Oh well, never mind. Just come back and see me sometime. XOXO Hong Xia.
   Wow, that note hit me like a hammer. All this time I have been treating Miss Xia on a business level only, when it could have been personal.
   Man, she is a good woman.
   I took out a driver's license that read that I was from California, booked a one-way ticket to Los Angeles for a $179.00 dollars, bought a lunch to carry on, and found my seat on the bus.
   It was at least a three day trip with two transfers. On one of those transfers I was going to hop off the bus and plan my next move.
   Right now, it wouldn't be prudent to stay in the New York area looking for the Man from Mars. I needed some wide open spaces to figure out what the amulet was all about. The Man from Mars told me, after giving it to me, that; "If you can figure out, for yourself, the meaning behind the amulet, the power of the amulet, and why I have given the amulet to you, then maybe this World can be saved from the destruction my World of Atlantis had suffered."
   That is going to be my plan, after I settle in someplace in the mid-west. To answer those three questions the Man from Mars said I needed to figure out. The meaning, the power, and the why.
   That shouldn't be so hard?
   Yeah, right?



To Be Continued...
Next Thursday.

This is,At Least I Am UpAnd WritingAnd Not Laying In Bed MopingJim Hauenstein,
And,
“You wait for ages for a bus to come, and then two come along at once.”
- Jennifer E. Smith,- That is my story and I am sticking to it! Like what you are reading?Set up my Blog as your Homepage,or Sign up as a Follower,or Leave a Comment,or a Suggestion,and I will answer you in a Post. Thanks for reading.

Still Ill

Went on vacation.Came home last Saturday.Fell sick of the flu on Sunday.Still very ill.Will write an Episode of"The Man From Mars,"tomorrow though.Thanks for keep coming backand reading some of my old stuff.
This is,Feeling Ill,Jim Hauenstein.

The Man From Mars - Episode Twelve

   I was just into my third day of lying low in the underground shelter and was already feeling comfortable with my surroundings. And that is something I didn't want to happen. Getting a sense of security with one location when I know someone or some Government agency is looking for me.
   I wasn't planning on staying in the bunker very long, maybe four days tops anyways. I had to plan my next move.
   I had been watching the Cable News Network from the satellite feed I received down there in my hideaway. Trying to see if anyone else had come across the Man from Mars and was telling the media all about him.
   So far, nothing.
   It was just before lunch when Hong Xia came busting into the place without knocking. Luckily I was already dressed.
   Five others followed her inside while she barked out orders in Chinese. Like I have already said, I know enough Mandarin to order a good bowl of wonton soup and an expensive sake. So, to the best of my knowledge, Hong Xia told her cleaners to, "burn everything, bleach everything, and paint everything else. It has to be done by midnight tonite."
   That is when her attention came to me.
   "Here," she said. "This is a map of the sewer system past the hatch. I have already marked your quickest and safest route out of here. You have five minutes to gather your stuff and go."
   "Why, what happened?" I asked startled.
   "Get this," Hong Xia said with a smile. "It was right out of an Edward G. Robinson movie. Not even four hours ago, an unmarked black SUV, with no license plates, parks in front of my restaurant and six guys in blacks suites wearing black fedora hats station themselves throughout the place so no-one can come in or out and start asking questions. They show a picture of you to everyone, asking if they have seen you. They obviously kept there heads down hoping the fedoras would help hide their identities from the ceiling cameras. They said nothing about the bordello, did not ask for anyone's identification, just wanted to know if you where there."
   "What happened?" I couldn't help but ask.
   "This isn't my first rodeo, and it isn't for my clients too. Some of them started laughing because the whole scene was absurd."
   "So you think they will find out about this place somehow and you want me out of here beforehand?"
   "George, sometimes your not as dumb as you like to make yourself look." Hong Xia said, as she pushed me to gather up my things.
   Just when I thought I was about to get some lunch, I was surprised by my host, pushed out the back door, and I found my self trudging in filthy murky water with the rest of the rats of Queens, New York.   How do I get myself into these things?   With the amulet safely tucked away in my new backpack, compliments of Hong Xia, my dwindling supply of clothing, and a burner phone she gave me with the strictest of instructions of using it only once, I was off to find the Wizard. A phrase made famous by Judy Garland in "The Wizard of Oz."   Believe it or not, the pressure must have been getting to me by then. I think I was becoming a little looney during my walk through the river styx. Because a half mile into it, I started skipping and singing, "I'm off to see the Wizard. The wonderful Wizard of Mars. Because, because, because, because. Because of the wonderful things he does. I'm off to see the Wizard. The wonderful Wizard of Mars."   Repeating those same lines over and over for the next five miles. It did make the time go by faster, but now, I was looking up at a sewer cover. One checked monthly to make sure it hasn't been cemented down by accident, that gravel hasn't filled the cracks making it impossible to lift, or becoming tacky from the daily grim of being a big city sewer cover.   My second biggest mistake I made so far?   Before I left, I forgot to ask where I would come out when I pushed up the sewer cover.   Would I have to be on the lookout for city traffic? Pedestrians? Would I come out next to a river? I didn't know. I had no sense of direction being in the underground or underworld as they say. I think I was more nervous at that point then when I got married, had a kid, and got divorced, all rolled into one.   I couldn't stay down there forever, skipping and singing show tunes.   So I took my first step up the ladder to the unknown.

To Be Continued...
Next Thursday
This is,The Vacationing,Jim Hauenstein,
I'll Be Writing Daily Again Starting Monday,
And,
"If you have read many adventure novels, you will know that spies spend about half of their time in sewers. They run along sewer tunnels, shooting. They find secret hideaways in sewers. They take weird funeral barges through sewers, poled along by old men in hoods. In fact, if a spy's kid wants to get a message to their mom or dad, the easiest way is to flush it down the toilet."- M.T. Anderson -
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Watching The Greatness

Usually,onSaturdays,I like to bring up some of theScientific WebsitesI have been reading.Spreading the word,as they say,about some of the fascinating things going on in ourWorld.Since I have been on vacation,I haven't had time to scour the internet like I would like to.The reason for that is,I have been enjoying being with part of my familyand some of my grandchildren.A little secret.At last count,I have seven childrenand thirteen grandchildren plastered all over theWorld.Which makes it hard to have a full fledge family reunion.What I want to bring up today is"Greatness."What makes a person"Great."TheOxford Dictionarydefines the word greatness as;The quality of being great; eminence or distinction.Again,the dictionary leaves us guessing.Greatness is being great?Then,what is being great you ask?Instead of looking up another confusing definition fromOxford,I'm going to tell you what I think"Greatness"is.It is the state one feels,after living a full life,that heor she has made a difference,for the better,inSomeone's Life,Community,Nation,or theWorld.An example,which made a difference to theWorldwould beAlbert Sabin.When I was a kid,thePolio Viruswas still a major problem in theWorld.I personally knew two people who had it.It wasn't untilAlbert Sabindeveloped an oral vaccine,which made it cost effective to give to every child,that theWorldhas almost eradicated the virus completely.An example of someone being great by making a difference in people's lives,I shamefully choose me.I am so proud of the way my children haveor are growing up,that I define my legacy by them.The eldest child may not have figured out that family comes first,but I am hoping that there is still time for him.Otherwise,the six other children areWonderful,Caring,Human Beings.They no longer listen to my every word as gospel,and I wouldn't want them to.I want them to have their ownOpinions,Hopes,andDreams.They all became great human beings in their own right,solidifying my greatness,because of them.I made a difference in thisWorldbyHaving,Raising,andInstilling Greatnessin my children.Now it is my turn to sit backand watch theGreatnessin all of them.
This is,Being A Proud Papa,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
"Always be a first rate version of yourself and not a second rate version of someone else."- Judy Garland -
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The Man From Mars - Episode Eleven

   The Man from Mars ordered another round of shots for the two us.
   "I'm sorry," I said. "I am already, way over my limit. If I keep drinking, I won't be able to remember a thing. I'll be wondering if all of this really happened and if I really met you. I won't be able to remember what was said, who you are, or even if I liked you or not."
   That is when he reached inside his suite with his right hand. It wasn't the usual area you would expect a inside pocket would be. It looked to me like, he was reaching for some kind of holster, hidden underneath his left arm. Like what undercover cops have, to hide the bulk of their weapon from the criminals they are trying to infiltrate.
   If I was a little, no, if I was a lot more sober back when it happened, I might have reacted to his movements differently. Instead, I sat their, wondering who he was going to shoot? Me or the bartender?
   What he pulled out, instead of a pistol, was the amulet.
   "Keep this with you always. It will prove to you that, on this day, we have met." He paused here, looking like he wanted to choose his words carefully. "If you can figure out, for yourself, the meaning  behind the amulet, the power of the amulet, and why I have given the amulet to you, then maybe this World can be saved from the destruction my World of Atlantis had suffered."
   For the moment, that is all I can recall from our first meeting.
   I was contemplating what had happened that day, to help plan my next move, while in the bunker.
   He never did say that we would see each other again. But, I plan on seeing him once I figure out how, when, and where.
   Not knowing where someone might be never discouraged me. I am an investigative journalist and finding people who do not want to be found is my forte. I have dug up stories from Terrorists, Drug Lords, and Mafia Kingpins long before the FBI, CIA, Interpol, or any of the many police organizations of the World knew where to look for these guys. Of course, I have been accused, on more than one occasion, of being in league with the underworld. Yet, I have also been smart enough to document my findings, and clever enough not to expose my sources, showing that I am not involved in any criminal activity. Just smart enough to find who I have been looking for.
   Interpol even offered me a job on one occasion.
   I don't care who you are. From the hobo living from dumpster to dumpster in the back alleys of New York, the billionaire who jet-sets his way around the World on a nightly basis, to the most powerful man on the planet. The Man from Mars.
   I will find you.
   All leave a footprint upon the earth somewhere, sometime. The Unabomber, Ted Kaczynski, who isolated himself off from the rest of the World, couldn't help himself when he thought the World had forgot him. He could have been the next Jack the Ripper. Getting away with the few killings he did commit and the attempted murder on his other victims, if he could have been content and kept his mouth shut. No, he had to come out of hiding, because no-one remembered who he was. The downfall of all of those who wish to drop of the grid. They want someone, anyone, to remember who they are.
   Life is fleeting and short. To live beyond the years you have lived, you need to be remembered. You need to go down in history.
   Do you think Adolf Hitler cared in his elder years of life, while hiding in the jungles of Argentina after the war, that he had lost. Of course not. Him and his friends all talked about how close they got. How, if they had made this move or that, how things could have turned out differently. No one throughout the history of the earth has ever truly conquered the whole planet. Just bits and peaces of it. But Hitler and his friends can claim that they came close. Closer then anyone else.
   He also has the distinction of infamy. He knows he will live forever in history as a tyrant. But he will live forever in history.
   And the Man from Mars gave me a clue on how to find him. He said, "No one, not Martian or Human, can live without social contact, without going insane."
   He needs people. He needs to interact with people. So somewhere, someone has seen him. So all I have to do to find him, is find the people he has interacted with. And the way he looks and acts, that shouldn't be too hard.
   I hope.



To Be Continued...
Next Thursday.
This is,Thanks For Looking At My Blog While I Am On Vacation,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
"The good thing about science is that it is true, whether or not believe in it!"- Neil deGrasse Tyson -
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