Am I a right winger? Hmm. I prefer to think of myself as a right hock kick to the balls of the beta bitch left and right.

I think of right wingers as beta bitch losers who love to talk about how virtuous they are losing the their culture, their jobs and their fucking society to blue hair land whales.

I was much worse at one point because I grew not knowing and then being a beta bitch by hiding the fact. I was always on the shit kicking right.

I grew up in a blue state. Spoon fed liberal ideologies and self-pity tactics with a side of Jack Daniel’s. But, I was always weird even in my beta bitch days. Some stuff never rang true to me.

It’s the white man this…the white man that. Always in conflict with the dual messages of you control your progress in life by effort, skill and determination. My ideals flowed to the later and the former always bored the fuck out of me.

I rock with everybody that treat me with respect but I’m down with shit kickers for sure because we agree to the same mindset.

Don’t remain in the past push forward. That’s always been my ideal.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Days In Life

Some place in mind and life I’ve been expressed wonderfully.

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Solid is our heart

Wind is our mind

We are pure like water

Sometimes things can get be unclean

Don’t be displeased

You know what’s right, My friend.

Like a river, we spent our days in life

I see the morning of life and the night

Frozen heart told me many things

Deep ocean of my mind

Teach me how to live with the sharks

At the night it’s lonely

Don’t remind me anything at night

I’ll be born again in thoughts

I see the light far from home

That’s the life

Eyes.

Tiring mind

Tiring life

Will lead you to the basement

Don’t be let down yourself

Keep going where you want to be

Otherwise, you will end up in the sadness

Willingness and courage is the key

By innovative, you will see what you can be/do

From there you will come

Will rise like the sunshine

Thickness about…

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Four swords of Katie Holmes Chapter 18 Heart

I woke up several hours later, hungry and feeling a sense of my balance return though that consent cloud of darkness seemed to shade my thoughts in depression. I noticed my old pj’s on my body and the scent of lavender in my old room.

Damn.

I started to get up and heard foot steps coming from the stairs up to my room. I tried to raise and fell back on my bed. Damn. I was still too tired and hungry. Xenia came into the room dressed in a white robe and smelling freeze from the shower.

She had a tray of a plate of beacon and eggs with a pancakes breakfast in her right hand a glass of juice in the other. She gave me a look. “Time for breakfast. Good morning.”

“You can’t stay.” I said.

Xenia ignored my comment as she came to sit on the bed next to me. She pasted the tray to me. I took it picked up thr knife and fork. I started in on the breakfast.

Xenia sat quietly staring at me while I ate in silence until I was done and then finished it off with the tall drink. The taste and freshness of the drink cleared my dark mood instantly making me realize it was again that special drink.

I downed the drink in one go and then set the tray and drink aside on the bed to face off against Xenia. Her robe was half open a bit revealing her naked breasts. I fixed back to cover her so that I wouldn’t get distracted.

“What’s your plan here?” I asked.

Xenia shook her head. “No plan. No games. I’m taking care of you. Don’t over think it. Your brothers are all out and about handling something. Zadok’s down stairs with several other tribesmen until they get back.”

I frowned. “Get back from where? Doing what? The Deltas are supposed to be doing the work now.”

“They didn’t bother to explain it to me. They just said they’re hunting for someone.”

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Maybe this is how psy ops work? The slap mind control event….

Two days ago Joe Biden makes a public speech about…

“For God’s sake, this man cannot remain in power,” Biden said during a visit to Warsaw, Poland.

Again. This man said this shit and then his own administration walked back his statement restating the meaning of what he said.

At the same time admiting he’s just some old evil puppet on a string and then….

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For the first time in years everybody on the internet centers on one event of some rich dude slapping up some rich dude over some words said in a joke. Now nobody even gives a damn let alone remembers or cares about happened.

I saw this happen in real time. It was like a virus of one thought. Look at this. Pay attention to this. Think about this. Be angry. Be sad. Talk about it. Meme about it.

All eyes are focused on something that doesn’t matter.

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Magically, no one will remember what Biden said in his fumble of words and his excitement to his thoughts out to a small crowd of people that got free tickets to hear a dementia riddle old bastard talking about going to war with Russia like he was at his family barbecue or he thought he was on a campaign for Mayor of Baltimore Maryland.

Just a theory I had. Does this man look sane?

I mean that slap though. That was so shocking. Nothing NOTHING has every happened like it. It was horrorifing. It was scary. Cuck. Beta and all that bullshit.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

whispering Spring night return….

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I got off of work late into the night. I walked outside to be greeted by the spring whispering wind night.

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So long.

So long it has been.

The feel of nice blowing wind on my skin. A heated fresh fragrance in the air. It feels so nice. My birthday season is upon me. The trees are starting to bloom and for the moment my cares for troubling political and social winds are beating at my back.

It’s springs gentle night wind kiss tonight. This is the best time to just take a breath and breathe.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Chris Rock gets slapped up by a Rich beta….

It’s interesting watching some elses reaction to an award show nobody gives a damn about but rich folks and worshippers of rich folks and movies.

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So Chris Rock said a thing about somebody’s Will (beta) Smith’s rough looking wife and he goes on stage and slaps him. Apparently it was real and it was enough of a meaningful moment on on this show that it is the only thing that wasn’t interesting.

Everybody is talking about it and making videos and tweets and all the bullshit. So there you go.

It was real, raw and crazy.

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Will Smith….confirmed a crazy person just like his rough looking talk to damn much wife.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Declining as a writer and the need to push yourself while you have energy and focus….

Inspiration of this post.

George R. R. Martin.

I think of the successes he’s had of the past and scale of his body of work and rate of productivity and then I see the wall.

He can’t finish out the last book in his magnum opus. He can’t or is unable to sceal his legazy as a writer. What’s the problem? What’s the situation going on?

It boils down to time and a moment when age has caught with you.

How can age and time catch up with a writer? Isn’t the art and the craft totally depended on the mind and imagination?

No. The mind is a physically aspect. It is apart of the body and both have time limits for how effective and spark they can be on any given day or the acceleration of age, time and interest.

A professional boxer has a window of time he can be active and sharp on the game before time and age slow them down.

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I think about this aspect every day. I have a time limit myself on my own scope and body of work I wish to get half way down by my late forties. I’m in good physical shape and I’m always conscious of my weight and striving to work on my focus and staying active on achieving my goals.

I have so many stories, poetry collections and blog posts I wish to write and audiobooks I want to produce. I don’t care about legazy so much as getting the work done so when I forget it all one day. I have something to give and share that hopefully might inspire someone else to create their own realms of stories and continue the story by hopefully bothering from me and others to make great stories.

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Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Comedy gold that warms my soul….

It’s just so good. It’s the best thing ever. The tone. The dead in headlines look of total boredom and indifference to the bullshit that may or may not come his way. Yet he is determined and set on his course..

To take a piss on how other people think he should bothered that he gives a fuck what they think at all.

It’s amazing it is the best thing ever. An apology that reveals the bullshit of the times that have

Old man wants to change the leadership of Russia by force…

So yeah.

Let’s recap. First we went from Covid, vaccines masks.

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High gas prices

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food shortages….

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And now this man.

This old man declares it’s time to change the leadership of Russia because he said so. Ukraine is important enough to enter a goble dumbass nuclear war.

At least now I know why the NWO wants a war with Russia. They want to remove the current leader and replace him with one they like and can control.

Welcome to cyberpunk 2022…..Shit is about to get real.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg