Alright brainstorming 2030s, America collapses, New Laws, The Texas way and Foreign agents

July, 8th, 2036

7:30 am

I was off to work. I checked my piece at my side holster grabbed back pack and canteen and headed out my apartment.

I waved to Jim next door on the other side of street. Jim smiled and waved back. I pointed to holster seeing he forgot his piece. His face redened in embrassment and he rushed back inside his place to get his piece.

I walked over by his car and waited watching the area. I spoted a stranger on the other side of the gate in a police uniform beside a black pick up truck.

I waved him away. He stared at me. I stared back and put my hand on my revolver.

“Get the fuck on. We have private security here.”

“We received a phone call-“

“Your not welcome here. We’ll handle our own shit. It’s private property. Under section 31 of the new Texas territory law no foreign powers may trust pass on private claimed land. “

The uniform pursed his lips tightly at me. “I’m a texan native and police officer of this province. I came here to help.”

“Is there a problem here?” Jim said coming up next to me with his gun in his hand aimed at the ground.

I shook my head. I waved the uniform off. “Tell me the name of the person that called. I’ll handle it but your not allowed inside.”

“I can’t do that. It’s my job to help them. Stand down.” He said drawing his gun.

I draw my piece and aimed it at the stranger. “Blow your whistle, Jim.”

Jim blew on the community alarm and we heard several doors open and soon the parking lot was filled with our neighbors aimming our guns at the cop.

The cop gritted his teeth. I stared at him. “Get the fuck in your truck and get the fuck on. You have two minutes to compile.”

The cop backed up and got in his truck backing up and until he was on the open dirt road and headed out like a bat out of hell.

That was the second weirdo posing as foreign agent to show up in the last two weeks. Last time it had been at sun down.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

One day, one day soon I will finish reading Dune.

I love the 1984 Dune movie as a kid. I was weird, it was an experience and it was….

Boring at times. But, I still loved it.

I tried reading Dune. The first book in the series. Children of Dune fucked me up bad. I could understand Frank’s need to understand Jesus and all that bullshit but fucking hell. It was a mind fuck.

Mind you I read first book Dune and got that feeling from it that I was about to get mind fucked as I got half in the shit. I know where I stopped and what made me stop. I might even know the page number but I had to stop.

I got sneak mind fucked with Ender’s game. That shit fucked me up for years. Yes I know about the other books. Hell no I ain’t reading that shit.

I’m not saying either book is bad. The opposite. Those books works of fucking art. I’m saying that shit will fuck with you because it makes you think about the human condition and the nature of being human and the concepts of morality, justice and God. That for me I had to pause and just on that shit.

Books like Dune won’t be forgotten or lost in time. It is cemented in human western cultural stories.

But, holy shit. That shit still fucks with me.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

P. S.

Frank Herbert is a fucking genius.

Rediscovering Double Star by Robert A. Heinlein

Thank the Lord books are cheap. I’m perusing thriftbooks.com yesterday just looking through the site for books I might like and books I’ve read and never bought before.

I come across in passing Double Star at the public library. I read it once ten plus years ago in college. Not for any perticular class just to read because the cover just caught me.

The cover was the thing I remembered but funny thing is I didn’t remember the author or title. Weird I know but I’m getting later on. It’s really on the cheap because well…who the fuck is looking for it but book nerds.

I love the story. Politics. Comedy and interesting likeable relateable characters. No spoilers.

It’s a weird time I find myself in. I’m becoming more engaged in building my library then gaming most days. I look at political simulation we’re and it just makes me want to get lost in again books like I did when I was kid.

It’s a welcome rest at times.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

Bladerunner: Black Lotus this shit…sum a bitch

The shit looks like burning ass. The music is….alright. The animation is ten plus years old, old busted and fuck ugly.

It’s a personal taste. No…..fuck that shit. It just looks ugly.

Whose this girl? How does she know kung fu? Why is she such a bad ass?! She’s so dangerous. She’s so Mysterious?!

I ain’t buying it. I could tolerate it back in the day when Star wars did this shit for clone wars. But not now fuck this shit.

Stop this computer animation knock off bullshit. It’s just looks like pure shinning, burning, ugly, fuck ugly bullshit with no story and tits to look at to distract me.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

I’m reading chapter 43 in to 44 from Throne of Bones..Damn it all to hell and back.

A house divided can not stand. The winds of change are upon a empire. Two men will gamble for their own reasons and take life so effortlessly for reasons?!

For the bounty of an innocent man’s life one man will sacrifice. Because he wants to save a empire, a dream. For a notion he is justified in his actions. That one day they will see how noble he trully was in the pools of blood he bathed in his own country men in.

For the bounty of a farmer’s life. A provider of food and life. One man will sacrifice. For vengeance?! No. For ego and hubris. He is the head of a house. He will willingly sacrifice his own blood and damn the world and his brethern to get his own way.

My thoughts. Damn. Just damn. I hated reading that shit. I can see where it is going. It was well written and thank the Lord short and to the point.

But….damn. Damn it all to hell and back.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

I’ve spent 10+ years without eating meat. I ate a hot dog today…it’s weird.

The weird part being it wasn’t what I thought it would be. Today is national hot dog day or some bullshit. I think it was an excuss for my job to give employees hot dogs.

Anyway, I decided to try one. I was hesitant but I got one and some chips.

It’s weird. It’s like I never stopped eating meat. It didn’t taste any better or worse. It was alright. It gave me thoughts like why are people so obsessed with meat.

Don’t get me wrong. Growing young children need meat. A lot of protein. I loved fried chicken and fish back in the day all types of food. But, giving up meat I still had a large menu of food to have. Still, I didn’t miss eating meat and after having a good old American barbecue hot dog….

I still don’t miss it. It’s just food. The texture of food makes the most difference to me.

I thought I would feel differently about it. Honestly, I could do without meat. Maybe that’s the weirdest part.

I would rather eat a bean burger with some hot sauce and curly fries in it.

I can eat meat if I was real hungry and I didn’t have a different option but honestly I’ll probably keeping my vegetarian diet as is but add in other methods to gain protein.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

Great Papo’s wisdom on male and female friendships?!

Great grandfather and his great grandson have a discussion at the family estate library.

Great Papo gave me the side eye stare when I told him about my friend Sue.

“What the fuck you saying youngster? Men and women ain’t friends. Men and women fuck the end.”

“Great Papo. I been friends with Sue sense we were five.”

“Holy shit. That shit. You fucking her yet?”

“Damn man. We ain’t fucking and I ain’t gay before you start.” I said.

Great Papo rolls his eyes. “Show me some pictures of you and this girl.”

I frowned but took out my phone. I brought out my phone and showed him my photo album from last year.

Great Papo flicks his thumb on the screen and then turns his face away and throws the phone back at me. “Damnation. What the fuck? I don’t want to see you hitting your girl from the back.”

I frown at him and look at my phone it was a picture of us dancing at a beach party during spring break. She was bent over twerking against my crutch and I was smacking her ass. We were smiling for the picture that my cousin Tudy took.

“Man. We were just fucking around and we had clothes on.” I said.

“You call that string between her legs and thin bra clothes? That youngster looked to comfortable with you behind her. Look now. Wear a damn condom until you are ready for her to start having your babies and fucksake marry first before you start knocking her up.”

“We’re just friends. We haven’t had sex.” I said.

Great Papo stared at me. “Yet. I can hear it your voice. Look don’t try to fuck with me youngster. You can fool your momma and sisters but you ain’t fooling me or your daddy and that fucking Boomer, son of mean. What does the Boomer say about you two?”

I pursed my lips. “He told me by the way Sue’s hanging onto me he expects she might want three kids before we turn thirty. But, I shouldn’t worry about getting married. I should just have fun.”

“That fucking Boomer.” Great Papo said in quiet whisper. “Divorced twice and him giving advice on relationships?! To busy fucking hockers and smoking weed. Wait a minute. Was that fucking Boomer eying your girl’s ass?”

We stared at each other. I took out my phone and dialed Sue’s number. She didn’t pick up. I started running for the door.

“I got to go great Papo. See you later.”

“That FUCKING BOOMER. I’LL SKIN HIM ALIVE!! Great Papo roared as I left the house.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

The clowns are coming up from the shitter….

The clowns. The clowns. Their coming up from the shitter. Their message is clear down the patriarchy.

The clowns. The clowns. Their all about that bullshit.

They’re coming for your kids. Their coming for your childhood cartoon heroes. They’re coming for your mind.

Whatever shall we dooooo!?

I don’t know. Maybe stop allowing the clowns from having a circus in your mind?

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

Wait a minute time for some jokes…

Alright I’m hearing some bullshit that the new Snakeeyes movie might be bullshit. I have jokes…

I just haven’t been up to going to the movie theater lately. I like GI Joe though. I heard about the new movie so I decided to roll the dice and go see it…I crapped out on my first roll it came up…

Snake eyes.

Storm shadow is a cool bad ass Ninja name. Why?

Anybody that plays dice knows the loser gets the snake eyes.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Part two of drifting thoughts….

I have no rest in my working hours. I see in black and whites. The moments before, during and after work roll by in my head.

Summer

I feel the time in my muscles. In my breaths. The season. I feel the drain on me. I take my time to breath through the hours as they pass by. The sweat on my back and brow is reminder of 45 minutes to an hour of hurtship.

Winter

Bitterness. Cold. Sweet November kiss before the fall of all heat. I push through the cold. I work faster. I push harder. I feel the summer awaken in my muscles and my stiff muscles sing.

It’s not bad at all I tell myself. It’s not bad at all.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

The drifting thoughts of an artist…

There’s the movie scene I think of that perfectly Illustrates my thoughts at times and need to escape into my own mind.

The scene is from (The Vow )

The movie is about a female named Paige gets into a accident loses her memories of her husband named Leo and their marriage together.

The film deals with a lot about pain, loss, betrayal and the willingness to forgive and start over.

The scene I think of is Paige in a law school class on the path her parents wanted her on. Her head is down and she’s drawing in her notebook instead of being focused on the course. Her mind is on another course. It’s drifting away from the practical to something else. To that side of herself that can’t be ignored or put off forever.

The scene always puts a smile on my face. I know that feeling. Though I see no real funds in being a artist for me. So for me if I was in her position I would have graduated law school and then made an artist studio in my house.

I have a practical side of working a job for resources get shit done. But, I can never escape that drifting mind even in at work. My body can do the work just fine but I can never reach beyond it to take it for more then what it is. A means to an end.

My professional side is the same way. I do what I do to the best of my ability. I give 110% and some times I push it ten percent more. But, still my body feels the hours of the activity weigh on me and expectation for a break from the race comes when the break comes I’m ready to get back to doing the thing my drifting mind was entertaining half the time in my working hours.

I’m not unrealistic or lazy. At least I don’t believe so I could be wrong.

Some times I wish I wasn’t an artist. I expect working would be more appealing if I had natural Capitalist greed. I could work 60 hour weeks and buy expensive adult toys to ride in on the busy city streets.

Again I not being sarcastic. I wish some times that had a more modern materialistic side. But, I don’t.

I see a shining brand new Mustangs on the roads and I think of the poetry of mustangs running wild on busy Texas roads. Nothing new under the sun. Everything is on repeats.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg