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The fight for the West…

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I was born in the west raised in the west educated in the west.

I know no other no other culture but this one that prides itself on concepts of freedom and indoor plumbing. But we do.

You always know a true western minded individual by these two tracts. How much freedom are they willing to give up for safety? How willing are they to live in city streets mired in human and bird shit.

In the current state of my native culture some are losing their ability to care to much. Their ancesters would have shot a man for pissing on his wife and put a fucker in jail for shiting on his lawn.

These are strange and ridiculous times we men of the west live in. Yet, when times get tough it has an effect on some people of unlocking that side of us that is not so willing to be comfortably any longer.

I’ve spent most of my life in comfortable poverty now I’m of a mind to spend the later half in a state of combat ready and conflict embracing. I’m looking for swords. I’m looking to earning more. I’m looking for land. I’m looking to buy a saber and a 1911.

We men of the west had it easy for a bit. Now it’s time to fight for the things handed down to us by our ancesters. Not the comforts entirely but the grit, the gusto and the balls to pave a fucking road to nowhere and build a fucking city out of a lonely wild wasteland or island mass.

Hot damn! What a time to alive.

These years will be stuff of herotic stories of how we men of the west fought back from our failures and stupidy and won back the inheritance given to us. Battles will be lost but the war is far from done.

We men of the west. We defenders of the good, the beautiful and true. We will win the fight for the west.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

This is the funniet year of my life…

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I can’t help but laugh some times at the weird shit that’s happened in the last three months of this year.

It’s what? March. I’m keeping a count of this shit now.

Here’s a question. Is Crept Keeper Biden alive or a hologram?

Real talk. Well and a little bullshiting. The dude looks old as fuck and half in the grave. You rarely see the fucker but on prerecorded programed events we’ll find out maybe in 2055 if the fucker died last month but still it’s food for thought.

Imagine the poor fuckers that voted for his ass. Wait? Did anybody really vote for him?

Holy shit! Just imagining it now I’m starting to cry tears of pure joy at the surprised angry outrage they’ll have when the shit hits the fan in June. Sweet Jesus I can’t stop laughing.

Hot damn! What a time to alive.

The fucking ride doesn’t end.

Are you getting pissed off at me? Good. I’m laughing my balls off.

Are you laughing your tits or balls off. Good then I did my job.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

There is no greater put down and slap to the face then saying Go Fuck yourself with a stone cold face

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You know it. I know it. Every beta bitch simp and dumbass bitch who thinks she’s hot shit knows it.

Pause.

Listen. No matter how hot she is. No matter how much of a bad bitch she is. If she says some earth moving female bullshit or says one thing about your Momma or suggest your Daddy was a pussy.

She gets no leeway. No pass for a pretty face. You look that bitch in the face. Straight faced and stone cold.

“I’m sorry but I couldn’t hear a word you said. Your shit breath is making my head spin. Oh go fuck yourself. I got to find a hot chicka to fuck.”

Anyway, the go fuck yourself line is classic and forever needed in a world of increasing rude fucking people.

You may ask me if I would seriously be weird to a truly beautiful girl because-

Stop right there and go fuck yourself!

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Song of the day Who Did That To You by John Legend

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It’s one of those songs I don’t like the lyrics entirely but I dig the feel.

I first heard the song when I saw Django unchained.

I liked the movie for what it was. Never cared to see it again entirely. I’m not really a movie guy.

The feel of the song just gives me that relaxed feel of kicking back in a chair or a ride with a 5’5 shorty to your opposite side and your on cruse control just letting the days go by. Your headed in a direction of unknown possibilities but your not to worried about the outcome because you have to get there rather then stay still.

It does have that feeling as well of being a modern take on the 70s feel of care free dreaming while awake buzzed out on shit that could have gotten you serious time back in the day for entertaining a moment on it.

Then again that last part might be just a ghost of a feeling from the groove of the song.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

I can’t give up and I’m dogmatic about being persistent

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Not withstanding my artist side and my need to always improve. I also have another side that adds fuel to my art.

I can’t give up.

I know what it’s like to look at your shit and think this is shit. When in the fuck will this get better. I got no answer from the void only silence.

The answer came to me over the course of having to deal with bullshit to get shit done. Yeah. It’s bullshit now but if I can keep working at it. If I keep being going. It won’t be shit forever. One day I’ll figure out. One day I say what I wanted to say. One day my sentences will make sense and my verbiage will be clear.

One day…but I can’t get to the one day if I give up now. I’ll only have shit to look forward to. So. I can’t give up.

You think my shit is good now. Just wait ten years from now. Persistents pays and only losers quit the marathon before they finish the race.

Warm, Regards

Guardiandogg

Freedom isn’t free but people will trade it any day of the week for comfort.

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Do I really live in a free and just society? I don’t know. I don’t think so most of the time when some dude in a uniform comes up to me and deems to address me for no other reason but to tell me what to do. I’ve broken no laws and said shit all to anyone but this asshole deems to tell me what to do and doesn’t have the proper diction to do it in a civil respectful tone.

I’m a gentleman though it may not seem that way from all my bullshiting and what not. But, I trully believe there is a right way and wrong way to do something.

If you are so inclined to do your “governmental job” and tell me of a policy you have in your area for me to where a mask please be as polite as possible to me.

Why?

Well, I am not your slave and you aren’t Robert Frost. So I owe you no respect but what is common western civility.

I repeat. I am not the slave to any man or woman. Fuck what happened in the past and what’s going on now. I am not your bitch or beta bitch simp.

I like civil talk. It’s what’s saves us all from being beaten down with a rock or shot on sight for crossing the red line and stepping into the wrong fucking saloon and filled bullets instead of a bottle of Jack Daniel’s.

Respect of humanity and respect of individual earned worth. I like the former and hold the later.

Piss on either of the two and you got a problem with me. You got a big problem. I do not tolerate disrespect just to validate your fears or your true concerns.

My skin folk have a saying. You better watch your mouth before you sign a check your ass can’t cash.

I say fuck you and fuck your concerns. You need to be concerned about how I will react to your shit.

I get it. We the people have signed our freedoms away for a vaccine to releave our fears.

But, some of us can only tolerate so much of this bullshit for so long. I can tolerate bullshit but not disrespect. Is anyone else have a similar mindset?

Warm, Regards

Guardiandogg

A message to 2099. I’m sorry you missed out on the ride. Hot damn! What a time to be alive.

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When they made masks fashionable that’s when I knew we the culture chose to be comfortable in the deep of fear. It was a interesting and predictable.

It did not start with the bullshit media spins or Trump taking office. It started before I breathed the sweet air of my native highlands of Baltimore. It started on a day truth became post modern.

Nothing could change the course we were set on. I stopped whinning about it ages ago. In fact in this time I’m the tougher it gets the more I find myself breathing in the conflict and coming storm like the sweet embrace of one hell of a storm.

Hot damn! What a time to be alive.

I’m sorry you missed out on it. Though you have own shit. You still missed out on historic times.

Every day. Every damn day of the week is a thrilling adventure.

The shit is history to you but to me. Hot damn!

Oh! The road that is before us is in mystery but a predictable course of previous repeating patterns.

Unknown to us is how it will all flow down the river of good and evil intentions our ancesters that led us here but thing is for sure….

The ride doesn’t end…or

Hot damn! What a time to be alive.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Tribe. Legacy. Identity? Fuck I know about the real history. I’m an American Highlander with a nomadic soul

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I find myself early on today at a impasse about my interests in my own tribal and cultural history. I’ve spent two days on thinking and researching on the possibility that what I was told about my own history could have, might have been complete…

Bullshit.

I’m fine with that for the most part. I’m making shit up as I go along anyway with a grain of truth.

1. I am an American Highlander. Sword and martial arts trained not card carrying.

2. I am a nomandic soul. I am not tied to the dirt I was born on but I have itchy feet in need to travel around to and from one location to another.

If I could consider what is the notion of a home. I would say it’s tribe and family. My immediate family are mostly long gone with one remaining near me. The bulk of my family numbers are all stationed in the east region. Our leaders are all females. Black power princess. On my mother’s side and my father’s side it’s about 50/50 with minor exceptions. Hence the reason I am a nomadic soul….

Legazy.

I paid little thought to it as a child or in my young adult period. My indentity was and is still tied up in what I do and the teaching of how I treat others. I am a mixed bag of cultures and timeless urges to remember my ancesters and to forge my own path and to listen to wisdom from my elders who have earned my respect.

Now that I’m an old fuck I considered the time in rethinking on my tribal identity and skin history to be a fun exercise for my mind and food for thought for a moment and something to blog about.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

What’s wrong with aborting rapists? I don’t get it. (Comedy?)

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Alright go with me on this

entertain the notion for a moment. What the hell is wrong with putting a bitch to sleep when he has raped a young lady?

You’ll give me this, that’s not right or moral. You can’t just put bitches to sleep just because a bitch or a group of bitches rape a girl in the middle of the fucking street. Putting bitches down costs money and what about animal rights?

This fucking shit!

I’d do the shit for free or pay a vet to do the job and give him a special shot gun and room to get the job done. It’s all simple to me. You got the evidence. You got the witnesses and you got a motive. Put the bitch to sleep.

You’ll even give me, well we do have abortions. The mother can put the child of the bitch to sleep.

Bitch please!

Fuckers trying to be slick. I want to put bitches to sleep they want to give some bullshit of don’t do that how about I piss in your soup. That’s better right?

Fucking bullshit.

Warm, Regards

Guardiandogg

Clear day, no worries..

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I don’t know what it is but clear sunny or cloudy days like today put me in a better mood. This morning was rainy gave me a shity feeling for the day but then mid way to the afternoon it cleared.

Sunny with clouds of white and grey. Problems and the bullshit aren’t holding my attention even with a chill in the air.

Moments. I like just moments like this when everything might not be alright but I’m fine where I am and being who I am. I’m looking up to cloudy sky with gaps of blue and something about it puts me in a serene state of mind. I don’t understand it.

Sometimes it’s the weather. Sometimes it’s chocolates or a good cup of coffee. I can never bottle the moment and grab it when I’m feeling low. The moments just come randomly.

Warm, Regards

Guardiandogg

An Ode to the 80s the last true age of American style

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I was born in the 80s but grew up in the throwback of the 90s. The music of the 80s engained in my mind and films burned into lenses of my memories.

I prefer aviators for Saturdays and Prince songs on rainy days.

I feel out of time occasionally. My body stays 16 my mind takes quantum leaps through time. My past is puzzling mixture to me. My speech.

Fuck. My speech game is a mixed bag of current timeline slangs, 80s rifts and a consent stream of mother fucking rhetorical land mines.

When I say I am a American Highlander it’s the truth of my mindset and physical conditioning.

I find my mind drifting again even as I write this blog post to the young man sitting in his room staring up at his model solar system and hearing the conversations that are on repeat for the last twenty years outside his window. Two old men stuck in time while the young man longs to escape from the trailor park. He finds his mind has only one escape. The starfighter arcade game at the corner store.

Damn. I sound like an old fuck but still I feel 16. I wonder about this some times.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg