Was Paparazzi to blame or Bruce Jenner. Is the Elite covering this up as he has now become their prime show case propaganda piece?
Bruce
Jenner’s fatal car crash cover up. If you and I slammed into the back
of TWO cars and killed someone we would be charged with something.
But,
why is it, we hear little about this on the six O’clock news, and he
gets the Arthur Ashe Award for coming out as a transgender instead of
being charged.
Oh,
and why when he gets the award, he is Caitlyn Jenner but when he is
involved in a car accident that kills a woman he is Bruce Jenner.
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"He,""She,""It," .....should be in a museum....
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DeleteNot manslaughter but rather trans-slaughter. I have lived too long. Heh.
ReplyDeleteNow, that was priceless! :) Thanks.
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ReplyDeleteBrock Townsend appreciates my comments so I'm a successful Tarheel Hillbilly, albeit a long way from home. Hah.
I always have Thomas Wolfe's priceless chapter from Of Time And The River about October in the Blue Ridge Mountains with me and I would love to read it aloud in NC this year, but I'll do it wherever I am carried, breaking voice not restraining me.
The centerpiece on my Altar of Intent is PATCON of September 30, 2015, in Eastern NC.
I have enough money to get there but have not yet visualized the transport logistics. In the fifties I routinely hitchhiked between Asheville and Raleigh, two hundred fifty miles, often without a penny in my pocket. There were no credit cards, just the blind, unconquerable confidence of youth.
For three years I have followed Carl Jung's Regressive Restoration of the persona and now consider that I have the persona I had in 1953 at 20 years of age. AA's 12 step work has erased my past and peripheral neuropathy has eliminated my self-importance as recommended by another guru of mine, Carlos Casteneda in "Journey to Ixtlan.". All my illnesses have been blessings in disguise. My children leap over tall buildings and pass me as speeding bullets. Moreover, grand-son Spencer has a Superman cape. I am in all respects retired.
I write and mail this merely to inform the Great Mystery of my intentions. My Higher Power is also called Cosmic Intent. Bennett Peterson, Esq. of Bountiful Utah told me, as I prepared to move to Tennessee in 1991, that he had a Cosmic Imperative. I replied that I already had one of my own, thanks. Staying focused on mine has paid undreamed of dividends in the years since, and they keep coming.
Vern and young Spencer will fly into DIA tomorrow, 35 years since Vern and I drove that old Pontiac with the leaking water pump from Radford VA to SLC UT. We stayed at the Salt Lake Little America the night of July 23, 1980 and the Mormons put on the Pioneers Parade by our front door on the 24th. What a welcome. In my eleven years and Vern's nineteen years there that welcome never was withdrawn, rather we we given the blessing of an unbelievably great daughter-in-law, Julie Christian Smith, M. D. and the marvelous grand-daughter, Mary Althea Smith.
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DeleteVern was only fourteen when we got to Utah way back then. Spencer is thirteen now and wise for his age. When my Dad was thirteen he rode the bus with his Father from Asheville to Chase City VA. They felled trees on property Grand-dad Silas owned, had them saw milled, and built a retirement home. They never went back to live in it but he and I visited owner Oscar Love, a relative, in about 1993, seventy years later. Almost 100 years later Spencer and his Dad, Vern, will begin buiding a home to replace the one lost in the Wenatchee fire of 2015. It would be worth the trip to Virginia to get a picture of that house. It would fit in the garage of the house Vern lost, but it was on a few acres of beautiful, tobacco farming, land., surrounded by the history of Loves and Boswells, my Virginia ancestors.
The Road of Happy Destiny is my Road Less Traveled. I'm still 'trudgin it for Randy and Doug and Oscar and Utah Blaine and Lavonne, and more giants on whose shoulders I mostly sit now, but stood for the last 35 years. They didn't let me down even when I briefly abandoned their Fellowship in the summer of '84.
I also walk it for alcoholic uncles who died in their cups. They all treated me as a beloved son and are greatly missed. Some of the very best Christian people I have ever known have been alcoholics. It's a disease and has no more to do with sin and morality than does cancer or diabetes.
Ask your inner, higher self why you have read this far. There may be a good reason you have not realized. In my daily Step 11 meditation I get answers to questions I didn't think to ask.
When my roads diverged in Frost's brown wood, I took the Road Less Traveled and it sure has made all the difference.
I consider you a good friend, no matter how you see it. Thanks for being there at some forgotten time and doing the forgotten thing that made all the difference for me. Some ships pass in the night and go their own ways but they get through the night.
Thank you for the kind words Sir and see you then! :)
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