Ranch Security

Alright Then... Just so you know: The old dog is back on the porch and ranch security is sound once again. Some folks try to make the story right and some folks simply write the story. I recall not long ago, a fella was asking me if I wanted to be in a movie and I responded by telling him: "You can be in a movie and I'll write the book." A Movie. The Book. Of course, those of us who read know that the book provides much more in the sense of experience than a movie ever could and though I know some would beg to differ, words are fundamental when sharing Life and Art. Words inspire from Roots. Flowers do bloom. Words make books and books make movies. Language is everything. The more you know,...the less you need. A Life and Life herself. With that said, I, being a reader and a writer, have much for words. For without, I'd cease be able to convince you of the things that are truthful in a man-made world born of deceit and perhaps you might wish that I be discreet, yet I'd rather rot in hell than to sit here and subscribe to the lies we are forced to consume. Babylonian Principles and whatnot. Oftentimes, I have been told to relax and let the powers that be, simply be, while you, my friends and family, know that I will not. I will never stop standing for the things that I know to be Just. I will never falter in the fight to make right the things that we, spiritual beings, know to be wrong. You might argue that you're entitled to your opinions, and I will support the expression of such, but you cannot shove an opinion of bigotry and injustice down the throats of others solely on the fact that you have the power to do so. History has taught us that Truth and Justice always prevail and no matter how much you strive to make it otherwise, you cannot. So here I am, writing The Story. You might wish and wonder. You might list and ponder. You might try to break the old dog from his ways. Hmmm, I reckon you are familiar with the expression: You can't teach an old dog new tricks. That is the marrow of the matter. You cannot take the beast out of the man. No matter how civil you train them to be, they will always be likely to break free and be independent of the system. It will come to that, in fact, it is coming to that. The human will see that we, as a world, are meant to share and to love that we may learn the essence of peace. What is not real is artificial and what is real is energy. Love. The Beast is only existent because we must survive that we may sustain our Children's Future that they may do the same for theirs. Remember, real food comes for the labor of love. The Hunter and the Gather bring to the table a meal and the People are fed. Not because they paid in cash, but because they believed in the common cause. They live together and worked together that they may have it. Food. Survival. So, are you fit to live within the Truth or would you rather perish in a world of obscurity where no one knows you? I mean hey, in New Hampshire, the state penitentiary has people making license plates that read: Live free or die. Shit Son! Imagine a world where the politicians who actually KILL people with their agendas, are the ones behind bars and those already behind them are set free to actually make the world a better place. Could you imagine the difference such a reversal could make on the psyche of global humanity? Think about it for a spell. And besides, who the fuck are you to judge when most of the shit is actually scripted on the basis of race, color, ethnic origin, national origin, creed, religion, political belief, sex, sexual orientation, marital status, age and disability. Y'all are pretty much puppets tangled up in the hands of a greedy master. *Tsk Tsk Tsk* Well, well, well... I'll tell you one thing. That there Hank, is a purty durn good dog. One BITE and he's right. Straighten up and fly right. There is order on this here porch. Ah reckon. The survival of the fittest means to know the importance of the pack. A-yup!