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Here’s a quote from the diary of Ashley Biden, Joe’s daughter:
[I was] “Hyper-sexualized @ a young age … I remember somewhat being sexualized with [a family member]; I remember having sex with friends @ a young age; showers w/ my dad (probably not appropriate).”
Was that “family member” Hunter, or Joe, or Jill?
One prediction: the media, which is entirely on Joe’s side, because the media itself is corrupted, will not carry this story. (In fact, it has been “known” since 2020, but was squelched by the media to protect Biden and ensure his election victory. The FIB even destroyed a journalist’s office, arrested him and confiscated all his files and equipment, in their search for the diary so they could suppress it and protect Joe. Canada’s CBC, which has sucked up to Biden for years, will not run this incest story. I bet you $500 they don’t touch it.)
(More on this in the AFTERAMBLE, after the “1969” Story.)
ARIES: March 21-April 19
Romance (or creative projects, sports/games, pleasure pursuits) blossom like a rose, but — an ongoing romance won’t go anywhere new or deeper before early September. (Not a bad thing — lots of dallying and sighing anyway.) Same period, a former flame might return. This person has partnership/marriage potential. Work remains intense. Realize that your job(s) will hit a delay barrier in two weeks, so only start projects you can finish quickly. Money-wise, make hay.
Your energy and pizzazz hit a high-level Sunday. Love blessed, dollars not so much. You might rectify that Mon./Tues., though — two days of buying/selling, learning and casual sexual drives. Some obstacles, but good luck tends to prevail. Errands, communications, trips and paperwork enter Wednesday dawn (PDT) to late afternoon Fri. Careful with these — don’t get sloppy, or speak/write impulsively. One good spot: 4 to 6 pm Wed. (PDT — 7 to 10 pm EDT, midnight onward in Europe, etc.) when a money/work luck is superb. Head for home Friday suppertime, for a weekend of family, rest and recuperation — and happiness.
TAURUS: April 20-May 20
The accent continues on your domestic situation, Taurus. Here all is sweet, affectionate, comforting, but “delayed” — perhaps, indecision prevents you or the family from pulling the trigger on a move, renovation, parenting styles, etc. friendships and social life are similarly “delayed” until November. Your romantic heart is pumping powerfully, and your romantic gift of gab is high — but these might be connected to secrecy — if so, be warned. This is still a very lucky year (May/23-May/24) so be preparing for, or at least be hopeful of, big beautiful outcomes. Esp. favoured are investment, research, finances, lifestyle changes, medical procedures, and/or sexual intimacy. This year ahead, avoid surgery during a full moon.
Lie low, rest and recuperate, ponder and plan Sunday. A good day, but happier early than late. Monday to dawn Wednesday inject you with energy, charisma, and clout. Monday’s great — chase love or money. Tuesday rocks back and forth, but is overall benevolent, and ends well. Career faces glitches Wednesday, but love has support. Chase $, buy/sell, read and memorize, or hug someone “slightly special” Wed. to late afternoon Fri. (PDT). Not an easy interval, but you can make headway with gov’t home-assistance stuff (e.g., furnace grants, roofing subsidies, etc.). Errands, communications, trips and paperwork fill Friday night through the weekend. Saturday’s mild, slow, mellow.
GEMINI: May 21-June 20
Writing, calls, errands, trips — these fill the days, Gemini. Your home situation might be a bit fractious, argumentative (to late Aug.) but you remain hopeful, about this or another home. If it fits, press the gov’t for answers, as by September, they “clam up” until 2024 (actually, Dec. 31, 2023). Start only small or short projects now, as Aug. 23 will start 3 weeks of delays, mistakes, indecision and “missing items.” Your career seems to be put on hold now, through Oct. So don’t waste time trying to impress bosses, judges, etc.
Sunday’s for delicious wishes, optimism and friends (and/or a friendly romance). Lighten up late night. Seek solitude, rest, ponder and plan Monday (successful) and Tuesday to dawn Wed. This interval is bad and good, good for solving domestic problems and gov ’t stuff, bad for love and communications. Your energy and charisma surge upward Wednesday to late afternoon Friday. You’ll run into at least 4 obstacles, but you can use your energy and clout to “fix” them. Success late afternoon to suppertime (PDT) Wed. (In home, gov’t, secret relationships.) Chase money, buy/sell, read and learn, or grab a casual lover late Friday afternoon through the weekend.
CANCER: June 21-July 22
Be patient, Cancer — a legal, educational, international or cultural event or opening is probably “on hold” until Dec. 31. Same, but only to early September, with money, purchases, collecting, night school, and casual intimacy being delayed or indecisive. A former “bargain” might reappear — sure, buy it. But don’t start major purchases (or any big project) before Sept. 15. (Major purchase: e.g., a car that you need to order and don’t receive until, say, late August; or a home purchase slated to “close” a month from now.) Errands, communications and short trips seem to be in the service of your career or status.
Sunday’s for ambition. Strive and beat the competition — or not. Wishes come true Monday to dawn Wed. Popularity, social joys, entertainment, new hope, flirting fill this interval — very nicely Monday, but with a mixture of luck and disruption Tues./Wed. Sink inward, relax, lie low, ponder and plan Wednesday to late afternoon Friday (PDT). Don’t strain to accomplish a lot, as many obstacles exist. One or more friends “find you” Wednesday — these are the good ones, the keepers. Your energy and pizzazz “wake up” Friday eve through the weekend. If single, you could impress someone!
LEO: July 23-Aug. 22
Your energy, clout, charisma and confidence are at an annual high, Leo. Get out, do things, give projects a solid heave, see and be seen, gather allies, impress the opposite sex. It’s your time, Leo! Your career remains fortunate (to next May). Money is rushing to and from you until late August — if you stem the outgoing tide, you could see your bank account swell. You remain very attractive, both to the opposite sex and to friends. But if you’re casting about, or single and involved, you’ll find it hard to make a choice or decision before early September.
Sunday’s intellectual, mellow, wise and broadly focused. Love is gentle, but lighten up as evening comes (PDT). Be ambitious, show your skills and grab any opportunities at work Monday to dawn Wed. Monday’s fortunate, but Tuesday into Wed. morning needs care — many disruptions. Still, career and money are a lucky combo from Monday even into Wednesday eve. Errands, communications, paperwork and short trips fill Wednesday to late afternoon Fri. — but it’s not an easy interval. Double-check, proceed slowly. Retreat from the crowd Friday night, and all weekend. Dream, ponder, scheme, be charitable and spiritual.
VIRGO: Aug. 23-Sept. 22
Lie low, Virgo. Get plenty of rest, contemplate your past, present and future. Plan. Liaise with gov’t or institutions or head office. Meditate, find spirit. All this until Aug. 22. You”ll find this “withdrawal” very pleasant. But: gov’t, etc., might be slow to answer, or lose your file entirely. However if you bring things up from the past, they will be quick to provide a favourable answer. Your legal, educational, religious and international interests meet superb luck until next May (2024). Think about this, and plan to use this area in some way. Despite your weariness, you radiate sexuality until late August. This might also cause some “dirty” or challenging looks, esp. if you’re male. Major relationships hit delays and indecision until November, so be patient with others.
Sunday’s for research, “secret sex,” financial actions — all blessed until about 1:30 pm PDT, then the road gets rougher. Monday to dawn Wednesday brings those international, legal, etc. things mentioned above — good progress Monday, good/bad luck mixed Tuesday, and pretty bad Wednesday pre-dawn. Love is stronger, though, and succeeds. Be ambitious, push ahead, Wednesday to late afternoon Fri. But go cautiously, too: many glitches exist. Friday eve through the weekend brings “celebration” — flirting, social delights, popularity, wish fulfillment…
LIBRA: Sept. 23-Oct. 22
Happiness is yours, Libra — just grab it! Until Aug. 23, you’ll be optimistic, flirty, popular, Beau/Belle of the ball! However, it is old or former wishes that will manifest now; new ones tend to circle down the drain of delays and indecision. Similarly, an old flame might appear, anytime before Sept. 3. One warning: anyone you newly meet now (through Aug. 26) would be a burdensome mate, Same if you’re with old faithful, but you agree to marry now: poor outcomes. Wait! Your financial and sexual luck are at a decade high, until next May.
Sunday’s for relationships, love and practical opportunities. Better mid-day than at night. Sex, lust, secrets, temptations, financial actions, research, medical procedures or lifestyle changes face you Monday to dawn Wed. Monday’s smooth, fortunate; Tuesday’s mixed, and Wednesday morning’s disruptive. A wise, mellow and tolerant mood steals over you Wednesday to late afternoon Fri. Love might be discussed. Overall, this interval is thick with glitches, so go slow. Friday eve through the weekend finds you more ambitious, more aware of social status. A good time to work on your status or career.
SCORPIO: Oct. 23-Nov. 21
Be ambitious, Scorpio. Your career, your skills and attitude, are being observed by higher-ups until late August. If you see an opportunity, grab it. (In many cases, this will be a “returning opportunity” from the past.) Career success might require relocation, diplomacy, or partnering with someone — all very lucky actions now to May 2024. You might be forming a friendship with a man, perhaps a co-worker. This will be fine. Don’t start big, major projects now, as August 23 starts 3 weeks of delays, indecision, mistakes and missing supplies. Romance is stable, but seems slow or “delayed” until November. Notes, emails, letters from the past might figure prominently.
Tackle chores Sunday — early better than late (PDT). Relationships and opportunities flower Monday to dawn Wed. Great developments Monday and parts of Tuesday. Tell your hopes to someone; they’ll agree and encourage, maybe even love you. Sex, temptations, research and secret knowledge, medical and lifestyle choices, finances, commitment and consequences fill Wednesday to late afternoon Fri. Step carefully through this interval, Scorpio, as it could trip you up. (I would NOT invest, for instance.) Friday eve through the weekend brings romance, beauty, pleasure, sports/games, a winning streak, charming children. Enjoy!
SAGITTARIUS: Nov. 22-Dec. 21
August is usually your favourite month, Sage. It contains many things that you naturally lean toward: International affairs and far travel, legal matters, higher education, large, encompassing ideas, cultural and social rituals, libraries…But this month new advances/projects in these areas are almost non-existent or difficult to launch and preserve. However, former, revived projects and relationships enter to bless your moments. (Until Sept. 3.) A Libran (or anyone) wants you and doesn’t want you. Work is big and bosses are impatient, critical until Aug. 27. Smile and do it.
Sunday’s for romance, beauty, pleasure, creativity and adventure/sports. Early better than late. Tackle chores Monday to dawn Wed. Eat, dress sensibly. Monday’s great, Tuesday’s mixed, and Wed. morning is “okay.” Relationships pop up Wednesday morning to late afternoon (PDT) Friday. Go slow, be diplomatic, hold your temper in check Thursday eve. This is not an easy interval! (But it too shall pass:) Friday eve through the weekend offers hidden knowledge, lust, temptation, financial opportunities, medical and lifestyle options — all good. Commitment will lead to favourable consequences.
CAPRICORN: Dec. 22-Jan. 19
From May/23 to May/24, your romantic prospects are super, best in over a decade. But this August your sexuality glows (or at least occupies you); the result could be a sexy but also romantic bond — this can be the basis of a life-long love. However, before September your best love prospect is someone from the past, or “old faithful.” Brand new affairs will bog down in a morass of delay and indecision. Avoid lawsuits before Aug. 27. If you have significant (non-work) projects to begin, stall them until after Sept. 15. Small projects okay — a phase of delays and mistakes starts in late August.
Sunday’s for home, kids, church and neighbourhood. It gets “gnarly” by 9 pm PDT, so enjoy the earlier day. Romantic urges, the pursuit of beauty and pleasure, draw you Monday to dawn Wed. This is a jumbled interval, but it starts well (Monday) and ends well (Wed.). Be nimble, emotionally. Tackle chores Wednesday daytime to late afternoon Friday, but cautiously, esp. around water, electricity, and/or sharp tools. If your employees act up, diplomatically ignore it. Eat, dress sensibly. Friday eve through the weekend brings relationships, opportunities, public meetings, and relocation themes. It looks stable and good.
AQUARIUS: Jan. 20-Feb. 18
The major accent remains on relationships, Aquarius. An “ex” partner might re-appear sometime before early September, and affection will flow. You are very interested in sex (and secrets and financial manoeuvres and your future life) now to late August. If you’re already attached, the sex drive is still there, but on other issues you both can be indecisive, until Sept. That’s okay — you’ll still be mutually affectionate. Your home, real estate and family are super-lucky until next May (’24). Grab opportunities, but don’t start (or commit to) any large projects, as in less than 2 weeks a phase of delays, mistakes and indecision will start.
Sunday’s for talk, texts, trips, errands and paperwork. Best around noon/forenoon PDT. That fortunate home/property/family influence should “show itself” somewhat Monday to dawn Wed. Monday’s great, but Tues./Wed. need care and courage, as bad and good aspects mingle. Romance lifts your heart Wednesday daytime to late afternoon Friday. Creative and pleasure, sports and playing draw you also. But — remember others’ indecision, delays in partnerships — amour could face a bumpy ride. Patience is the best approach. Friday night begins a weekend of work and minor health concerns. This is a smooth, productive time, so dive in and get things done.
PISCES: February 19-March 20
Work, work, work now to August 22, Pisces. And big segments of that work are “missing in action” — that is, delays, mistakes and missing supplies can frustrate you IF you attack new work (or health) projects. By contrast, former or “revived” projects can bring a good handful of luck, right into early Sept. You might become entwined with a co-worker this August. This is sex, rather than love. Others treat you very assertively now. This can range from a request for a dinner date to road rage. Be diplomatic, patient with others’ impulsive moods. On the plus side, a money-making partnership might form, also to early Sept. Now to next May, short trips, many errands and communications (voice or paper) will pop up. Somehow, if you can, connect these to your career ambitions. Also, note the places you visit — one ion these might become your “real estate success” next year (May 2024 to June 2025).
Chase $ Sunday, buy/sell, embrace “pleasant sex.” Early better than late. Those trips, calls and errands mentioned above, pour in Monday to dawn Wed. Monday’s best for travel, relationships, Tuesday for money/possessions and “hot embraces.” And before Wed.’s dawn even arrives, all ends well. Home, family draw you Wednesday to late afternoon Fri. (PDT). This isn’t an easy interval. Disappointment or rejection Wed. Argument Thurs. Deception/indecision Fri. Still, Wednesday’s dejection will be followed in a mere hour or two by love’s huge acceptance, or a “good move” in romance or a practical partnership or against a legal foe. Friday eve through the weekend promotes romance, games, kids, joy, beauty, creative and risky urges — a winning streak.
1969 STORY: CHAPTER EIGHT
By Tim Stephens
(To recap the short Chapter Seven):
Loud as a car crash, we heard a key being inserted and the front door lock turning.
She pushed me violently into her bedroom, which we’d been staying in front of, and shut the door. But what about your pants? I thought. She only had socks, a shirt and panties on. I stepped into the closet, where by some instinct I shucked off my shoes and socks for better traction on her thick carpets. I didn’t know what else to do.
I heard muffled words. After a silence, the bedroom door opened. I saw Berry, in her shirt and underpants, walk slowly across the room and stand in a corner. A huge cop, maybe 6’2 or 4” followed her and sat on the bed. It puzzled me: here was the police, come to question her about everything up the coast, yet he sits on her bed, in her bedroom. I looked — no gun or holster, though metal handcuffs hung from his belt. Even in the closet, I could smell the wet wool of his uniform. He was I’d guess fifty, with black hair brushed thick, helmet style, or Kirk Douglas style, back from his forehead. From what I could see, his eyes shone. They were dark, but they shone with a diamond-like glitter, and seemed to be fascinated by everything they lit on.
Berry looked, not so much scared as moody or sad. Grief. Yes, it was grief.
“The police talked to me. It won’t be long before they talk to you. Did you do it? Did you shoot your brother?” He asked the question as though he was an interested friend, but it was an accusation, too.
She said nothing.
“You’d better prepare an alibi.”
“Why, because you shot —?”
“Don’t. You know I did not.” He paused. “I might have to have you examined again.”
What? I was confused, a little, though I…for some reason it just struck me that Berry did not have one photo of family — or anybody — displayed in her apartment.
“You are getting into dangerous territory, Beryl. You aren’t stable. I think you’re starting to go insane again. Come here, let me examine you.” His voice was, not soft, but melodic. (Yes, I looked that word up.)
Was this her father? Is this what fathers were like?
She didn’t move.
He sighed and stood up slowly. He went and stood over her, bending at the waist.
He said in a melodic voice, with syrupy contempt: “Do you remember when you were six months old and I put my finger in there? I could hardly wait until then, I wanted to touch you much earlier but I didn’t. So you’ve been a whore since you were six months old. You are here to service me. Your dead mother will tell you the same thing. She wanted you to service me. You were born to service me. And look what happened to your brother for defying me.
“You pig,” she said. It came out frightened, almost reluctantly yet with such frightened contempt that it almost broke my heart.
He knelt before her. She stood as if frozen, and he then inserted his fingers and slowly pulled her panties down.
“Let me see if you’re still dirty. Hmmm, I see a bit of excitement…Let’s see what you taste like…”
Like a madman I threw open the closet doors — they were those louvered or slatted kind — so hard one of them went flying onto the floor.
“STOP! STOP! STOP!” I yelled. The cop, with an angry, impatient look, rose to his full height and began to advance on me, step by step. “LEAVE HER ALONE, YOU Assshole…!” The asshole part wasn’t so loud, as I was running out of the room. I ran to the kitchen and threw open a couple of drawers — I found a long knife, grabbed it and turned, to face the giant.
But there was no one there. I snuck carefully back to the bedroom. The door was closed, and locked. I pounded on it. “LET ME IN!” I yelled. Suddenly the door flew open. He towered over me. I saw Berry on her face on the bed, her wrists locked over her bare bum in the policeman’s hard metal cuffs.
“You’d better leave,” I said, holding the knife with two hands, shaking a bit, “Right now.”
He leaned toward/over me, and his eyes glistened with interest, with a sort of black fascination. As if he was fascinated by a new insect.
“I’ll deal with you later,” he said. “Are you the boyfriend? Do you know she is insane? Do you want to die?”
I was speechless, but mostly because I was thinking. There she was, behind him, lying on her face with her handcuffed hands.
“Perhaps you’d like to join us. Have you ever had everything from a woman? Asshole sex, you’d like that? Humm? Would you like to see her eat my shit?…has anyone ever felt you up? Inside?” He raised a thick finger and circled it in the air. “Humm? Do you like that? Do you want to see how big my cock is and how small her cunt is?”
With a sort of crazy fear, I leapt forward and plunged the knife at his gut. I could feel it go in. It was sort of like popping a balloon, there was a brief resistance, then, phtsloop, as it burst through the clothes and the skin. I pulled the knife out quickly, sort of shocked and frightened by my own actions, and jumped back.
He was still standing, and his arms rose. So I guessed it wasn’t a mortal wound.
“I’ll break your neck you little fuck face.”
“Are you the father?” I said loudly. (Somehow, it seemed cruel to say “her father.”)
He stepped toward me, contempt in his eyes, holding one hand on his left side. His steps were so deliberate that I backed away. Suddenly he shoved me and slammed the door shut.
But I threw myself against the door before it shut closely enough to be locked, and it opened a foot from my attack before he stopped it. I put my foot against the door, so it remained half-open. But my bare foot screamed with pain as the door crushed it. I couldn’t let him shut this door, so, after thinking a moment, I began stabbing through the opening, trying to find him. It must have worked to some degree, because the immovable door moved another 6 inches or so. That was enough to get my whole shoulder and my head in the door, while simultaneously stabbing like crazy.
He grabbed my arm and yanked me into the room, throwing me on the floor. I leapt to my feet almost instantly.
“Okay,” I said, “I have a knife. You don’t. You’d better leave.”
He looked at me with bright, shining contempt.
“You’re a little boy. I could take that knife and carve out your guts.”
I didn’t know what to do. Berry remained silent, and I think I know why. Meanwhile the giant stood between me and the door. Suddenly, he rushed me. I jumped on the bed and Berry bounced up in the air, and for some reason the knife flew out of my hand and I ran toward the door and out. I could hear him after me. I thought of the front door, but it only led to a hallway and the delay of an elevator. I saw the balcony doors were open, so I ran a step in that direction, then stopped.
As I hesitated between the front door and the balcony — it was less than a half or quarter second — he came charging at me, so I fell to the ground curled up, on my hands and knees, and he fell over me, on his face. I used his confusion to run into the kitchen again and grab another big knife from the same drawer as the first. I stood there and waited, in the kitchen. It seemed almost unfair, I could see, even when he charged me, that he did not have the knife. Maybe he figured I was an easy prey, or he was in such a rush to catch me that he didn’t stop to find the knife in the bedroom…but really he was prey to his own arrogance, so no pity. Would he go back and grab the other knife now? I realized suddenly that he had originally, minutes ago, only wanted to kick me out and hope I’d never come back. Not even any violence, maybe. But now he was wounded, and I had a knife, and it made me feel sad for him.
I watched him scramble to his feet. He charged into the kitchen, without the knife. I backed up. He slowed. I retreated until my back pushed against the stove. He came at me step by step. His eyes were on my knife; I figured he was waiting to grab it. Suddenly, eyes wide, I yelled, “BERRY! NO!” He turned, or his eyes did, just for a quarter of a second, but that was all the time it took to plunge this second knife into his gut. This time, I turned and swirled the knife around in his guts, to do as much harm as I could, while his fists pounded my head ands his hands tried to gouge out my eyes. This made me jerk that knife around even harder. I wanted to pull it out and stab his face, but I was scared to change anything.
His hands landed on my head, my ears, and I felt a numb popping sound, and couldn’t hear for a long time. But he sank to the floor, trying to take my head with him. I yanked free and watched. He hissed at me, and snarled. Hoping he was unable to fight now, I fumbled in his belt and found what looked like handcuff keys. They were.
Berry sat up, on the edge of the bed. I began to dress her; she let me. It was like I was dressing a child. I loved her. It broke my heart. But she didn’t let me finish. As soon as I had her socks and panties on, she stood and said, “What happened?”
“What?” I still couldn’t hear.
She said it again, louder.
“He’s lying on the kitchen floor I hope.” She rose, picked up the knife lying on the lush grey bedroom carpet, and left the room. I followed. She hurried her last few steps, then threw herself on the floor beside his body and began stabbing. She must have stabbed his face 20 times, and then his crotch area and his loins maybe 30 or 40 times. At first he hissed like a snake; then he was silent. She let go of the knife while it was still inserted, and sat back and put her arms around her knees and she began to rock back and forth.
I was going to spit on him, then didn’t. Everything was like – like when I saw that Dietmar get shot. Everything was bright and clear, but also strangely painful to my eyes. Everything was not sad but everything was dead and nothing around me accepted me, not the stove, or the fridge, or the tiled floor or the walls. I looked at Barry and she was curled up beside the dead cop. Not on her side, but on her feet. I wondered if she would reject me like the floor and stove and walls, or if somehow some kind of repulsion would crawl over her skin. I — I let her be or maybe turned her into my lifesaver. And what if she wasn’t, anymore?
You have to go she said.
What? I could hardly hear her, it seemed like her voice was muffled.
You have to go now. I killed him, not you. You saw you know. I killed him, not you. So you need to run because they cannot connect you to any of this or anything in the woods. I have to call 911 now. Don’t worry about me. I killed him because he — hurt — me. So they will forgive me, they will. So you know you saw I killed him, not you. You hurt him, but you didn’t kill him. So you need to run. Get all your stuff, everything that connected, connects to you then go away as fast as you can because I have to dial 911 now I have to. You see, I’ll take both knives and paint them with the blood, of my hands, not yours oh sweet baby. Oh sweet baby! I’ll just tell them I stabbed him but I was so scared I ran and grabbed another one, one in each hand. And I stabbed him and stabbed him. I stabbed him in the face. We will we will we will follow the other plan, you go home now go quickly, please. And he shot my brother. Because he loved me. But I knew he shot my brother and I was scared he would murder me. So I am blameless. I am free. And he wasn’t a real police. He was a prison guard. So we aren’t cop killers.
A prison guard. That’s why there was no gun or holster. A prison guard. Prison. Guard.
I’m sure to be free. And you are too because — you know? — Don’t worry, because HE shot the RCMP. HE told me. HE told me. NOT YOU! NOT YOU! She picked up one of the knives and madly stabbed him again and again, everywhere.
I thought she was having a nervous breakdown.
You see, she said gently, we are both free. Just go. Don’t worry please don’t worry.
She was — I tried not to think of her. I grabbed everything, Toothbrush, closet, laundry, bedside table, etc. All packed, I did a quick roundabout through every room, then went to her, she was on her knees, hanging onto the kitchen phone with bloody hands.
Did you phone them?
I love you.
I love you like… Like it breaks my heart all the time, I don’t know what it means. Do you know what it means? You break my he-art. I started crying.
No. No you can’t hug me now, you can’t touch the blood. Don’t cry. Oh my sweet baby, don’t cry. My… hero. Hero. Hero. Yes — she nodded up and down — my hero. Yes, oh my God. My sweet baby. Tears streamed from her round blue wondering eyes.
I just stood there.
Go. Go please. Please God go. No — no — hand me a towel! A towel! I did and she began vigorously wiping the knife handles at the very second we heard sirens outside. But then she couldn’t help it, I guess, and she began stabbing the carcass again, fiercely, using both knives, she stabbed his arms and hand and mouth and stomach and crotch. He jiggled throughout it like a balloon filled with water.
I ran out the door and hit the elevator button. One elevator was on the 11th floor and it started crawling toward me. The other elevator was on the ground floor, and I saw it slowly rising. If I only kept my nerve, and that 11th floor elevator did not stop on its way to the 23rd floor, I was fine, I was home free.I decided to wait a little while anyway, because if I lost my nerve I could always dive into the concrete stairway and run down it. The strange thing was that I held my nerve as the elevator climbed, until the doors opened. But as they stood open, at that very moment I panicked and fled from the elevator to the stairs. That elevator had looked like a trap for some reason. So I hopped and skipped down 22 flights, peered around the corner into the lobby. It was empty so I sauntered out the front doors and passed the cop cars, two of them with one cop in one, and an ambulance, without any sirens, pulled up into the driveway of the building.
I still had the $20 Barry had given me, so I walked two blocks to the shopping street, bought a 7-Eleven hotdog, and caught a bus to the ferry and up towards Sechelt, I got him to drop me off near my house, which you probably remember is on the highway.
I wondered, on the ferry, staring at the sparkly water, what it would be like to drown. Of course I wouldn’t, as that would just get me to hell earlier, and throw away all hope. Sometimes, nature just takes over. Like those huge trees that fell so slowly that night we fled the campsite.
My brother Paul looked at me with curiosity, disapproval, admiration and appraisal. My mother stood there, and said nothing, except “Well, come eat.”
GO BACK, REVISE: He DOES NOT Hand over Dieter’s wallet to the RCMP. When he keeps Deitmar’s wallet, he has a strange feeling that he has
Put something in his pocket that hints about destiny. And it’s somehow vaguely because he has the wallet in his pocket that he finds and rescues Berrry from drowning in the pool in the woods.
When he first meets Berry at the campsite he shows her the wallet as it says it belongs to someone called Dietmar. He wondered if she knew anything about it. She grabbed it from his hand with a frightened, guilty but determined look.
Then later, when he’s in the closet of her bedroom remembering that she had no photos of anyone in the apartment, he also remembers that she took a lamp off one of those square 3 foot high pedestals for vases or sculptures or lamps, and put the Dietmat wallet on it and left it there.
Here’s the thing: she didn’t have a vehicle. That means there was someone else. That means there was her, and Dietmar — the man I watched die on the trail — and someone else. Someone else drove the vehicle away. Because there had to be a vehicle, but there wasn’t any vehicle. Maybe dead Dietmar had a vehicle, but I hadn’t seen anything. They didn’t haul that tent-cabin affair up there on their backs. So there was a third person; she had said as much on the ferry.
Ashley, Joe Biden’s daughter, is now an alcoholic and a drug addict. Good old Joe, turns his only 2 surviving kids into criminals and drug addicts.
I think Joe should be charged and stand trial for incest, sexual interference, pedophilia, etc. His wife, Jill, should be interrogated also. (Women are often willing accomplices to a incestuous man. My own mother and grandmother helped my grandfather rape me. And Jill is no saint. Her morals are, at least, questionable.)
Ashley left her personal diary — with the revelations about her father’s “showers” — in a Delray, Florida apartment, just as her brother Hunter left — no, abandoned — a hugely incriminating lap top in a repair shop. Both his children “mistakenly” but strategically abandoned (where they were certain to be found) a diary, a lap top, which incriminates their father. What did their father do to them to make them subconsciously hate and want to destroy him? Now we find that Joe’s dog has bitten Secret Service agents at least 10 times, hospitalizing one of them. Now we find that Joe is filled with rage, and spews insults and oaths at his staff behind closed doors. Why do his children hate him?
Considering what he did to Ashley, what did he do to Hunter? Was it sexual or was it physical violence? (Joe has bragged about his capacity for violence, for example, threatening to fight a questioner at one of his rallies, or threatening to take Trump “out back” to beat his brains in. This is Joe, a doddering, frail, can’t walk straight — but evil — jerk.)
Ashley’s “inappropriate” naked showers with her father is probably all she remembers. But having been sexually interfered with myself, I suspect that victims often remember, when they do remember, the lighter, or cleaner parts of the experience. But the rage and horror and repulsion they would feel as adults when/if they encounter their abuser, or for some other reason touch on the real, deeper memory — this would open the door to deeper truth, more heinous things. Instead, Ashley drank herself to “safety.”
Remember when I wrote here years ago that Pluto in Capricorn (2009 to 2023) would reconstruct the hierarchy in many nations, esp. the U.S.? Pluto rules sex, and sex crimes, so the transformation (Pluto always causes transformations) of America that we see now has been spearheaded by an likely incestuous pedophile, Joe Biden. True to course, LGBTQHSFREAKJCO# groomers, many of them queers and librarians and teachers, have begun to collapse America by hollowing out parental rights and injecting children with perversion at such an early age they think it is normal. (Which we have to guess was Biden’s intent.)
Now that the truth is out, Biden should be charged and imprisoned. Or does being a president, the elite of the elites, absolve one of all crimes, even murder? In my books, pedophilia is worse than murder, because it tortures an entire lifetime, whereas murder simply ends it.
VP Pence is talking trash about Trump. But did you notice during the 2020 cycle of debates, a fly landed on Pence’s coifed silver hair, and didn’t leave for the entire remaining debate? Maybe that was the devil, saying “this one’s mine.”
Remember last column when I wrote that jack Smith, the prosecutor, trying to put Trump in jail, was a tricky person? “Too few scruples, and too many ruses” — so an astrological writer described Jack’s Sun degree (14 Gemini) the better part of a century ago.
Now, Aug. 2, it has been revealed that Jack hid video evidence from both the court and the defence. This is the third crime Jack has committed in the Trump cases. Earlier, he tried to bribe a defence lawyer, and tried to get the court to deny Trump’s lawyers access to almost 800,000 pages of “evidence.”
Now Jack has introduced a third indictment, blaming Trump for not speaking nicely.
Famous Harvard law prof Alan Dershowitz has said that if Jack Smith loses the J6 case against Trump, Smith himself could be charged and jailed on the exact same basis, for unlawfully limiting Trump’s rights.(Unlawfully because those rights are protected by the Constitution.)
Jack (Smith) and Joe (Biden) and Merrick (Garland) and Chris (Wray) — a gang of ridiculously obvious thugs. And now Joe’s daughter has outed him as a pedophile. America wanted a pedophile President, and they got it — he’s decaying America every week, using incest, trannies, queers, groomers and thuggish teachers and librarians to spread his poison. And he stuffs both pockets full with cash from China, and Russia, and then fills America’s schools with marxist, communist indoctrination. I have enough respect for communism that I hate to see it sullied this way. The same sullying of the American character and politic is much more intense, but also more decadent, founded on the perverted desires and political zeal of monsters who eat their children — i.e., democrats. (Didn’t Saturn do that?)
I find it amazing that the government is prosecuting virtually every action President Trump ever took, except, perhaps, his breathing, while at the same time, the government prosecutors are lying, hiding evidence, and bringing what they know are false charges. How can any judge, except a crooked one, possibly keep a straight face or accept what the government is doing? We know this J-6 judge is powerfully biased against Trump, but is she crooked? I guess we’ll see in a month or some.
There’s a lot of talk about Trump facing — what, 4 indictments, 6 court cases? — before the election. I told you months ago that the Dems would try this “law fare” persecution to undercut Trump’s election chances. (As I wrote six months or so ago I don’t think Trump will win the next election.) These Biden thugs are trying to have all the court cases run before (and into) the 2024 federal election.
But there is one way to slow all this down — criminally charge Biden’s thuggish prosecutor, Jack Smith, with obstruction of justice, manipulation of evidence, hiding evidence, and attempting to bribe a court official (he offered a bribe to the defendant’s lawyer to “turn” against his client) — four felonies, all basically “admitted” by Jack Smith. (He called them “mistakes.”) Put this thug himself on trial. That should eat up a few months, make ol’ Jack work to defend himself.
Same topic: Jack Smith has now indicted Trump for disputing the validity of the last presidential election in 2020. Bone-headed move, to quote Biden from 30 years ago. Here’s why: by prosecuting Trump, blaming him for saying the election was rigged, immediately opens the door to the 40 lawsuits that democratic judges threw out because they were brought by Republicans — by “threw out” I mean they didn’t even allow a court case to occur — to the hundreds of hours and hundreds of thousands of pages by computer experts who testified the voting machines were vulnerable, and probably compromised, to the documentary film proving people were ballot-stuffing, to the hundreds of hours of presentation about the election by Mike Lindell (the “My Pillow Guy”) the hundreds of affidavits testifying to voter fraud and mis-counting… there’s at least 100 days of court time, maybe 200 days, and that’s just on the defence side! The defence should demand that this democrat biased judge — and every member of the jury — watch every minute, read every sentence and hear every tape recording. In addition, the entire J-6 “insurrection” can now be litigated by Trump’s attorneys, since Jack Smith’s latest indictment centres on J-6. Now, at last, Trump will be able to show his side of the story, a very long story. He can bring in over 1,000 witnesses (those who were at the capital, and those now jailed either before or after trial) — there will be massive delays letting 1,000 people out of jail and using two police guards for every witness, to make sure they don’t run away. The judge, unless she is crooked, cannot deny the defence the right to present their own witnesses. In addition, Trump’s lawyers now have subpoena power, so they can subpoena Merrick Garland, Chris Wray, Joe Biden, Nancy Pelosi and all the other smug crooks of this middle-class mafia. Perhaps they can even subpoena Jack Smith, and grill him about the crimes he committed in this case so far (3 of them, described above) and about who he spoke to in the 2.5 years preceding the trial in the administration. If, as reported, Smith has been investigating and collecting evidence for 2.5 years, that means Biden launched his surreptitious war on Trump, and ordered the DOJ to “get Trump” virtually as soon as he was elected.
Now Smith wants a speedy trial, in 60 days. Okay, he’s had 30 months or over 900 days to prepare for this trial. Now he wants the defence to have only 2 months or 60 days to prepare? This is the kind of sleazy move I alerted you to a column or two ago.
Gee, unless Trump’s acquitted, this trial could last 5 years!
A television pundit, a lawyer, just called the idea of bussing illegal immigrants to sanctuary cities, “genius.” Thank you, whatever-your-name, as I, in this blog, advised doing this in 2017 or 2018 — and the Republicans (Texas’ Governor) finally adopted it in 2020 (? Might be out by 1 year).
For eight years — 8 years — the FBI has acted criminally. This is only now being recognized, and talk is starting about how to cure this deep rot. (I predicted — i.e., warned — of the FBI’s corruption in 2016.) I don’t think anyone, not even Trump (actually, esp. Trump, who is too soft-hearted for such a task) can cure it. Eight years. Actually, the FBI has probably always acted criminally, but only in the last decade have they been so blatantly biased and felonious.
If/when we wonder about AI, we should read Don Quixote. It was all about alternate realities, or the interplay between fantasy and realit(ies)..
I suspect CNN will, over the year or two ahead, return to a centre-of-aisle position. They are already abandoning some of the more blatantly left-biased coverage. Whereas FOX seems to be leaning more and more leftist. CNN learned their lesson: after going woke, their ratings fell into the basement. Sometimes they had less than 80,000 viewers, or 0.00023 % of the population — meaning only 1 person in 200,000 watched. (My math’s a bit approximate.) Hardly enuf to sway an election! But in the last 6 months, CNN has been quietly returning toward (not to, yet) the centre.
FOX, by comparison, fired star Tucker Carlson (mostly because he told the truth, and because Ails blamed him for the Dominion lawsuit loss). Before Tucker’s firing, Fox was at the top of the ratings for a long time, besting all the leftist stations (CNN, MNSBC, CNBC — and ABC, NBC AND CBS?) in total viewers. Then Fox fired Tucker, and their whole house collapsed. Viewers fled in a flood. Fox now has a smaller audience sometimes than ultra-marxist MSNBC. Now, Fox is trying to fix the situation by turning left, into the drowning ocean of woke. This will only erode their sinking ship further.
Although I sometimes write with anger, even resentment (I’m speaking of the “political” items, mostly in the AFTERAMBLE) I still praise God. (My name, “Timothy,” supposedly means “praising God.”) I believe Karma is close to God, is part of God’s mechanisms. I believe God is existence. Existence is the greatest miracle any of us will ever know — that includes angels (and, poor things, devils).
The optimistic view: maybe the climate crisis, which seems to be spreading worldwide with floods and extreme heat, will bring the world together, and keep us so busy fixing our climate, that we will not go to war with each other.
I see Joe Biden has now recognized and accepted the granddaughter he totally rejected for years — why? Because his cruelty finally made the headlines, and he wants to be re-elected. I would be very vigilante around this child, considering Joe’s two-sided personality (one side hidden) and his “naked shower” history. This mother should not leave her child alone in the White House.
Who I’d like to see as next U.S. Prez? Vivek Ramaswamy. He’s Leo, with a Taurus Moon, so he’s very stubborn and “holds the course” — much like Biden.
Have you ever cracked open a pecan or walnut and found the insides were shrivelled and bitter? Maybe that’s what left leaning voters are feeling now.