Where there's a horse there's a barn...

There are bones where the horse was. Them bones.

Where the horse lives is where the barn is.

There is also a horse-man.

The horse's man.

The horse knows other horses.

It rejoices like a fool when two horses rejoin after years.

Thoroughbreds.

From the same stockades. Black horses. White horses. Brown horses.

Work horses.

Goodbye horses. -Q Lazzarus's hit song from Silence of the Lambs. Starling is one of my favorite detectives my personal Mt. Rushmore of detectives includes her.

Now that is like when people ask for your top 5 or Mt. Rushmore versus a personal favorites list that isn't in step with the mainstream.

Who do you really like after Eminem and Tupac and Wayne?

Who do you like after giving Shawn Michaels and Anderson Silva their flowers?

I like Metallica and Led Zepplin too and in time will love them more but who is do you have? Who pulled you in or sustained you after the initial volley? Did you leave and comeback? Like Lazarus, a story found only in John, Jesus's best friend's account of his life, death, and resurrection and ascension. Which doesn't come from Q. That's a historic gospel reference for some.

King James was written this way from a Markian perspective. It is all action. Nuts as a fucking speedbag for 52 minutes. The same length as the first Burial at Sea album. Which coincided perfectly with the subject matter in the film, the actor, the story, and the man in the lense going through it.

Marc Voorhees was in the house that day.

John Boy Carpenter was in the house that day.

Matthew McQueen was in the house that day.

Lucas was in the house that day.

That house was the first of many.

That was the account you received.

More information has come in since 2019.

We masked our death toll among the numbers of the pandemic and were able to keep testing going in our Public Storage Shedz and Facilities as covers. Because they are so numerous and plentiful we are able to run our tests out of these spaces and nobody is ever the wiser.

Save for some nosey ne'er do well.

There were plenty of accounts but there are founding fathers who were there and set the pace.

My mount rushmore of detectives include the greats;

Batman - how could you not be invested but he is like Bret Hart. I don't need a sharpshooter in every match. I don't even use the Sharpshooter in every match but when I used the [Long Rifle] it always looks beautiful.

Honorable Mention: Daryl Zero - now Bill Pullman could have potentially made this a more adult version of Ace Ventura and didn't. Jeff Daniels would have. It is why he isn't as known but he is a great detective. One benefit to this character being specifically niche is that the writer wrote the script with Bill Pullman in mind.

Ace Ventura - my favorite detective other than Batman, both being Warner Bros, like my cousin.

The Gang - Fred, Velma, and Daphne with Scooby and Shaggy are really tits when it comes to solving crime. Man, if I could load up with my family, dodge the draft like Ted Nugent, and cruise around I would.

Don't think that is a diss at Ted Nugent.

He and Muhammad Ali passed on government service.

Later the record showed that Ted made up that story for a magazine and because it was outrageous but what he told High Times and other magazines was:

Gene had previous escaped [the draft] due to a knee injury incurred when he played football in his teens. But the diagnosis of Osgood-Schlatters disease was remedied by rest and physiotherapy, so it was not long before he was re-examined. This time, he feigned madness, employing whatever drugs were at his disposal to enhance the desired effects. "Gene was living with me at the time," Clarke told me. "We did a programme and it was hard getting Gene out of the draft. They weren't buying that bullshit about his leg. I kept him up for a week. Thanks to massive amounts of dexedrine he screwed up all the tests. They looked up his ass. It was seriously demeaning. But we were the best of brothers and I helped get him out."

"When I went in, it was major shit. I wore these stupid pants and sandals. I sat there cross-legged and suggested I had a problem. They were waiting for somebody to try and get out and their attitude was 'You're front line, dude.' I got through the tests. There was a form with the question, 'Are you a homosexual?' I wrote 'No!', then changed it to 'Yes', then 'No' again, then crossed it out a few times. I knew all the answers and freaked out. I followed the yellow line and I had to take a piss. They give you this thing to carry and I threw it down on the floor and went over in the corner and took a piss. The guy said, 'This is very serious ... You can't do that!' I turned around and accidentally ended up pissing on him. Then somebody tried to take my stuff, so I jumped in and said, 'Take your hands off my stuff or I'll kill you. I'm serious' I'd got my hands round this guy's neck. Right away, they sent me to the psychiatrist's office. They were looking at me thinking, 'Is he for real or is he bullshitting us?' There was one guy there with long hair who went to Vietnam, but I didn't. You had to be good. The psychiatrist asked me, 'Have you ever done it with a woman?' I said, 'No!' He said, 'Have you ever wanted to?' I said, 'No!' He said, 'Have you ever done it with a man?' I said, 'No!' He was just looking at me — that's all he was doing. Finally, he said, 'Get the hell out of here.' They ran me down the red line and booted my ass out of there — 'Get out of here, you faggot bastard, schizoid homosexual, not fit for military service at any time — 4-F.' I ran out the door, jumped in my Porsche, beat it back to the beach and was laughing all the way. If you think I wanted to go to Vietnam, you were out of your mind. I was making too much goddamn money."

Interviewer: How did you get out of the draft?

Ted Nugent: Ted was a young boy, appearing to be a hippie but quite opposite in fact, working hard and playing hard, playing rock and roll like a deviant. People would question my sanity, I played so much. So I got my notice to be in the draft. Do you think I was gonna lay down my guitar and go play army? Give me a break! I was busy doin' it to it. I had a career Jack. If I was walkin' around, hippying down, getting' loaded and pickin' my ass like your common curs, I'd say "Hey yeah, go in the army. Beats the poop out of scuffin' around in the gutters." But I wasn't a gutter dog. I was a hard workin', mother****in' rock and roll musician.

I got my physical notice 30 days prior to. Well, on that day I ceased cleansing my body. No more brushing my teeth, no more washing my hair, no baths, no soap, no water. Thirty days of debris build. I stopped shavin' and I was 18, had a little scraggly beard, really looked like a hippie. I had long hair, and it started gettin' kinky, matted up. Then two weeks before, I stopped eating any food with nutritional value. I just had chips, Pepsi, beer-stuff I never touched-buttered poop, little jars of Polish sausages, and I'd drink the syrup, I was this side of death, Then a week before, I stopped going to the bathroom. I did it in my pants. poop, piss the whole shot. My pants got crusted up.

See, I approached the whole thing like, Ted Nugent, cool hard-workin' dude, is gonna wreak havoc on these imbeciles in the armed forces. I'm gonna play their own game, and I'm gonna destroy 'em. Now my whole body is crusted in poop and piss. I was ill. And three or four days before, I started stayin' awake. I was close to death, but I was in control. I was extremely antidrug as I've always been, but I snorted some crystal methedrine. Talk about one wounded motherf*cker. A guy put up four lines, and it was for all four of us, but I didn't know and I'm vacuuming that poop right up. I was a walking, talking hunk of human poop. I was six-foot-three of sin. So the guys took me down to the physical, and my nerves, my emotions were distraught. I was not a good person. I was wounded. But as painful and nauseous as it was — 'cause I was really into bein' clean and on the ball — I made gutter swine hippies look like football players. I was deviano.

So I went in, and those guys in uniform couldn't believe the smell. They were ridiculin' me and pushin' me around and I was cryin', but all the time I was laughin' to myself. When they stuck the needle in my arm for the blood test I passed out, and when I came to they were kicking me into the wall. Then they made everybody take off their pants, and I did, and this sergeant says, "Oh my God, put those back on! You f*cking swine you!" Then they had a urine test and I couldn't piss, But my poop was just like ooze, man, so I poop in the cup and put it on the counter. I had poop on my hand and my arm. The guy almost puked. I was so proud. I knew I had these chumps beat. The last thing I remember was wakin' up in the ear test booth and they were sweepin' up. So I went home and cleaned up.

They took a putty knife to me. I got the street rats out of my hair, ate some good steaks, beans, potatoes, cottage cheese, milk. A couple of days and I was ready to kick ass. And in the mail I got this big juicy 4-F. They'd call dead people before they’d call my ass. But you know the funny thing about it?

I'd make an incredible army man. I'd be a colonel before you knew what hit you, and I'd have the baddest bunch of motherf*ckin' killers you'd ever seen in my platoon. But I just wasn't into it. I was too busy doin' my own thing, you know?

He has the rage, but he doesn't have the war record. At 18, he was called up to serve in Vietnam. "In 1977 you gave an interview to High Times [the cannabis user's journal of record] where you claimed you defecated in your clothes to avoid the draft."

"I never shit my pants to get out of the draft," says Nugent, good-naturedly.

"You also told them you took crystal meth before the medical — as a result of which, and I quote: 'I got this big juicy 4F.'"

"Unbelievable. Meth," he replies, in a tone of deep sarcasm. "Yes, that's my drug of choice. You've got to realise that these interviewers would arrive with glazed eyes and I would make stories up. I never did crystal meth. And I never pooped my pants."

"But you did dodge the draft."

"I had a 1Y [student deferment]. I enrolled at Oakland Community College."

"You said then that you wanted 'to teach the stupid bastards in the military a lesson'. I'd have thought you'd have loved the army. Guns. Travel. Danger."

"Back then, I didn't even understand what World War II was."

"So basically," — I admit that I have, unaccountably, started to speak Nugent — "you didn't want to get your Michigan ass blown off in Vietnam."

"Correct. I did not want to get my ass blown off in Vietnam."

Q: "Are you still a hard case on drugs?"

A: "Real hard. I have never done a drug in my life. I have never smoked a joint in my life. I took two tokes off a joint with the MC5 one night and almost gagged and thought it was stupid. And that's it. I took two tokes off a joint once. I snorted one line of cocaine. And one line of crystal methedrine before my draft physical — but God, that was worth it because I wanted to see the look on the Sergeant's face. That's it for drugs."

Clay v. United States - Wikipedia

Ali stated that "War is against the teachings of the Holy Qur'an. I'm not trying to dodge the draft. We are not supposed to take part in no wars unless declared by Allah or The Messenger." He also said "We are not to be the aggressor but we will defend ourselves if attacked." Ali also famously said in 1966: "I ain't got no quarrel with them Viet Cong." and "Why should they ask me to put on a uniform and go ten thousand miles from home and drop bombs and bullets on brown people in Vietnam while so-called Negro people in Louisville are treated like dogs and denied simple human rights?"^[

"Dodge bullets, not drafts."

"Dodge drafts, not bullets."

"Dodge bullets and drafts."

"Dodge not, drafts and bullets."

Ali took a Unanimous Decision in the end by a panel of white judges, because the black judge involved was recused.

A compromise was proposed by the Justice Potter Stewart, in which Ali's conviction would be reversed, citing a technical error by the Justice Department. This gradually won unanimous assent from the eight voting justices, all of whom, with Justice Marshall's recusal, were white.

Muhammad Ali, like Nugent's quote about what he could be if he weren't into doing his own thing. There isn't the need for Disposable Heroes to do the bidding of the government.

The song wasn't just about soldiers having their futures determined by the decisions of others but for football players and franchises and owners.

It came from the book Fahrenheit 451

In a 1994 interview, Bradbury cited political correctness as an allegory for the censorship in the book, calling it "the real enemy these days" and labeling it as "thought control and freedom of speech control".

This is able to be weaponized by both sides for their own version of a "Yeah..."

"They want to burn my Bible?" noted one voice.

"They want to burn my Drag Queen jokes for Kids book too, what the fuck?"

"Both have equal weight!" adds another voice from the gallery.

One makes a defense, pretending not to gaslight and doubles down based on how aware the audience is on the gaslighting and playing devil's advocate since the role seems available.

Where is the devil by the way while you are busy fighting for his position?

You think you're playing devil's advocate meanwhile

aka Lord Infamous

In about 600 BC, Jeremiah of Anathoth wrote that the King of Babylon would destroy the land of Judah. As recounted in Jeremiah 36, Jeremiah's scroll was read before Jehoiakim, King of Judah, and a group officials. Upon hearing the contents of the scroll, King Jehoiakim destroyed the scroll in a fire and sought to have Jeremiah arrested. Jeremiah and his scribe, Baruch son of Neriah, were able to evade arrest and would eventually rewrite the original scroll and many similar works.

You may not think that any material should be burned but what about unthinkable material that m.a.p.s and other protected peoples develop and produce?

When material is actually evil. Not just a film and make believe? How vile or unnatural before it has to go?

In 25 AD Senator Aulus Cremutius Cordus was forced to commit suicide and his History was burned by the aediles, under the order of the senate. The book's praise of Brutus and Cassius, who had assassinated Julius Caesar, was considered an offence under the lex majestatis. A copy of the book was saved by Cordus' daughter Marcia, and it was published again under Caligula. However, only a few fragments survived to the present.

Oh Caligula, neat. Well, talk about a having an allegedly Weinstein-ian style stigma attached to your work with a producer as such, sheesh.

Attempts to modify the Torah, the writings, and the New Testament have often constituted in the false material destroyed or put on display as false.

“Do you believe in God, Winston?”

“No.”

“Then what is it, this principle that will defeat us?”

“I don’t know. The spirit of Man.”

“Do you consider yourself a man?”

“Yes.”

“If you are a man, Winston, you are the last man. Your kind is extinct; we are the inheritors. Do you understand that you are alone? You are outside history, you are nonexistent.”

In 1984, Winston was charged with re-writing the history and events.

In the Bible there is a book called Esther. This book doesn't outright mention God but that doesn't mean God isn't there in motion and working.

It's not just your edgy books being targeted.

This is the similar situation as to we both agree the music sucks and, in an attempt, to find common ground the guy suggests they play some 'Clutch" and immediately our relationship has turned into a moment of Sarah Connor at the park watching children play.

Circa 2012 I was bitten by the Clutch-snake no less than 3 times.

What people want to do is to create a visual of you downplaying and demeaning someone's efforts. A government wants all the books it can't use to control you destroyed. If no books mean more money for them they will continue to sell the libraries books on Amazon and eBay when people stop showing up to check them out.

We burn flags in a ceremonial fashion. How do you destroy a non-American flag? The trash? What is the process? Does anyone present them when someone is killed in service of...

We can reject the American government when they push agendas you don't line up with but why not other ideas? Only America and Abraham's sons get grieved?