Parler is Back

 Parler is back. What has happened the past few months since the stolen election is beyond comprehension. We are at war with the adversary and he is very powerful. Out of all the possibilities for an election like the last Presidential/General election, I never guessed someone as lame-brained as Slow (Lunch bucket Joe) Biden stood a chance against an incumbent who received more votes ever in the history of the Republicans -- How could bite me get more than 75 million votes?

One of the strangest things about this all was that Biden sat in his basement and campaigned from hiding, only to come out for half an hour to prove he was still alive. While all he could achieve as a following were those who he paid to show up on tarmacs in groups of fifteen to twenty-five. All while President Trump attracted crowds, at every turn, estimated not in thousands but ten's of thousands.

On election night as the polls closed and ballots were counted, it seemed quite obvious this could turn into a fifty-state landslide for the incumbent, Trump. It seemed the only way he could lose was if the fraud he predicted might happen, did happen. Enter Fox News. They called Arizona for Biden before the poles closed and the country took notice while eastern and mid-eastern polls closed. So when I went to bed a little concerned about Arizona I figured Trump was so far ahead in Pennsylvania, Georgia, Ohio and close enough in Wisconsin, Michigan and Minnesota, that the landslide was inevitable. So I thought.

When I got up Wednesday morning the news sounded as if the race was closer than I had heard before turning off the radio Tuesday night.. Somehow, the lead that Trump had in Pennsylvania, had switched to almost the same for Biden. My first thought was, this has to be a mistake. But they were saying that Biden had won the required 270 of the electoral college and it was over.

It seemed so strange though, that Biden had so much more of a following than anyone guessed possible. Something was wrong and I knew it.

What President Trump had predicted was the mail-in ballots in some states were being allowed through days after the election. Pennsylvania, unconstitutionally changed the ballot rules by going around the legislature (who has sole power in elections by State Law) and allowed ballots that had not been post marked on time or, in some cases, without post marks or time stamps. Same thing happened in Georgia. Michigan and Wisconsin had issues too with some of the machines used to count ballots in certain places. More about that a little later.

Lawyers for the President started their requests for inquiry into the fraud observed in Atlanta and Philadelphia. Somewhere, some way, votes that were cast for Trump had been swapped for Biden's votes. Two counties in Pennsylvania and one in Georgia had major discrepancies needing investigation. In Philadelphia, ballots from a UPS truck coming from New York or New Jersey were unloaded, counted that corresponded to the spike of 300,000 votes for Biden. In Atlanta all the poll workers were told that they were quitting for the night and come back in the morning to complete the vote tabulations. When the Republican poll workers tried to get back into the building they blocked their view and would not let them see what was really going on. 

Whistle-blowers have come forward testifying under oath to the fraud and irregularities in six states. One of the states, Texas, file suit against Pennsylvania arguing what affects one state in a Presidential Election affects all. The Supreme Court refused to hear anything as Chief Justice Roberts wanted nothing to do with the outcome of any election. Democrats began calling those who voted for Trump conspiracy theorists and would have loved to have them locked up indefinitely. Most Democrats fell right in behind Biden and ran with the win all the way to their good buddies the media.

A fairly new social platform arose during the summer leading up to the election. It was called Parler and promoted free speech of any and all kind. Within a week after the election conservatives, Republicans, independent voters and those interested in 1st and 2nd amendment rights flocked to the platform. It was obvious beyond explanation a terrible injustice occurred and it all revolved around the political class throughout this country and every leftist or Rino was out for Donald J. Trump's hide.

Then, Twitter banned Trump and began cutting off many of the right and libertarians from their platform and others, like Facebook, followed along. Parler began growing momentum and appeared nearly capable of gaining enough to spill over into the media of the left. Facebook along with Twitter began assaults on my First Amendment Rights too.

On January 6, 2021 President Trump spoke to a crowd of somewhere in the range of 250 to 300 thousand supporters at the Ellipse,  from all around the country. It was viewed on television and online by millions more. Before he finished the rally, some thousand or so came in the back of the Capitol and made a mess of things. The Senate and House were certifying the election for lunch bucket joe. An investigation is ongoing.

Now this country is more divided than ever. Parler has been back for a couple of weeks now but that's not really helping much as the media is controlling everything now. Bill Gates and Mark Zuckerberg along with Bezos and others, are limiting our speech to only what they want any of you to hear; nothing more. More than 80 million people know beyond doubt that Joe Bite-me isn't president of anything. But they believe nanny nancy and chucky the schmuck have everything under control. They do not.

And I know the answer to the biggest question of all. Who really is in charge today? Well, Satan thinks he has duped most of the irreligious souls of earth. We know God will never let us down. Have faith and fear not what man can do because what good would it do to gain a whole world like this and lose your soul?

Finally, the Whoo-hah Chinese Red Death Verona Crisis is still with us but don't worry. Fauci said it'll be okay in another year so get vaccinated and wear two or three masks and you might survive and not spread the mutations of the Red Death from China.

Turn off your TV

Take off your Mask

Pick up your Shovel and

GET BACK TO WORK!

A NEW YEAR

 When we planned for a drive to see more of the Four Corners, the road above The Valley of the Gods looked perfect. We entered on the Bluff side from US Highway 163, heading into Mexican Hat and Monument Valley.

Ten vertical drop-offs from the lower road to the top, switch back and forth to the summit, 1300 feet above the valley floor. There were three guys in a loaded Ford of firewood coming down at one of the steepest drop offs. I backed up along the edge to let them by.

The valley is a picture paradise. 

We spent more than an hour driving through and capturing pictures. The road is an easy drive if you take it that way. It was wet and icy coming off the highway but dry all the way through to the end where  the Valley of the Gods Road meets with Utah State Hwy 261.

My idea was to drive up the switch backs, make it to the top where Moki Dugway guarded the valley then drive back to Utah State Highway 95 into Blanding.

It was a little longer drive than I anticipated but well worth it. The difference in elevation from the valley to the Kane Gulch Ranger's Station is incredible. There's more than two feet of snow on top and dry as well as warm in the valley.

There was very little traffic. One family passed us after we came in. We saw five other vehicles before making it to the Valley of the Gods  Bed and Breakfast nearly at the end of the road.

We made it into Blanding before 4 PM and ate at A&W before heading home. Somebody in an SUV blew past me in town and made the mistake of tipping off a local cop. No idea what the cop did but if he was passing out speeding tickets he made a good stop with that one.

We have to go back to Blanding for my glasses this week. I'd like to go back through Comb Ridge on Highway 95 and begin my search for ruins in that part of the Four Corners.

Till We Meet Again

I've put this off for a week. It's May 29, 2018 on a nice Tuesday early evening at the Church Avenue alley. Tomorrow morning I'm headed to pick-up Lula at her sister's place in Teec. She has been down there since before the funeral. But, I'm getting ahead of myself.
This morning I went in to see my PA Dan Burnell. He re-wrote two of my meds. I also got to talk to Lindell about some of the events of recent months: namely, April and May.

As I write from Teec Nos Pos Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, two years have past since last I was ready to post this. Here's how all is working today: It's very difficult at this present moment. Our nephew Chris had a heart related death last Saturday. He and Thomas are together now and get to witness from the other side of the veil. Lula had dreams of Chris night before last and, she's always talking to or with Thomas. I was dreaming of Michelle night before last. She was still a little girl -- my little smurffer girl.

Thomas has a new grand-daughter name Charley. She is a chunky little burrito but she's growing so fast. We would love to drive up the roadway to Montrose, Olathe, Delta and Grand Junction to visit but, this god-forsaken Verona Crisis is getting ridicules.

Charley Bean

I am only able to work from the church building here. We have no electricity still and we are still hauling our own water. Imagine what it must have been like back in the Depression except we have food and some semblance of normal life without the madhouses in urban populations

So, I have some news I just found on the patient portal I've signed up with at Utah Navajo Health System in Blanding/Montezuma Creek. Utah. I have cirrhosis of the liver and kidney problems. There's a few other things wrong with me but that's for later. Right now, I feel fine except for  the "chronic pain syndrome" the health professionals try to describe from their points of view. Me? It hurts; all the time; and I don't think it's going away any time soon.




I've been digging a large hole where I plan to put a garage with a grease pit. There are very strange rocks when going through the layers of earth, metamorphosed rocks of every kind and even some uranium and iron deposits. Imagine that my, geologist son has said. This was once a riverbed; with two ton boulders made of pre-Cambrian Metamorphic rocks. I'm almost past six feet. It has take more than a year to mark off a 24' X 30' excavation and clear away the rocks to just 2 feet at the least and six feet in the middle. Pictures will come soon enough. The garage, however, will be later I'm sure.

The WiFi here is atrocious. It takes my phone an hour to update gmail. Meanwhile, here's the bigger issue bothering me right now. There's a bus load of terrorists running around in the back of my brain.  I think it's that nerve cell #54. Anyway, being sober and living with unfinished business is dangerous and very unhealthy. My calling requires more attention than I can give right now. We have twenty to twenty-five members of the church nearby who we would visit if not for the quarantine here on the Rez. Lula's sister, Ernestine, is a paramedic and she gets to transport the sick and elderly every day. I am beginning to feel helpless, as if there's something more needs doing.

So, here I am at the point of feeling again and I all I can think of is myself! Go figure!

When this calamity is finished, another will come anyway. I trust God in all I say and do because I know I have been sent here, not to do my will, but, to do what the Lord wants me to do. And what's important right now is gathering the Lost Tribes of Israel and bringing them back into the fold. That's all.

I told Dave Mossburg again yesterday to read The Book of Mormon. He can go to any Baptist church or gathering of a few humble servants of the Lord and still read the Book of Mormon. We all can. Everyone, read your lesson from Come follow Me. Stay in touch with the Spirit. He will guide you in all you say and all you were sent here to do. We are all in this together so, don't forget where you or I have come from so we know where we are right now and know where we want to go today and forever.

GLOBAL INSANITY

In a month the vernal equinox will have passed and we have the first Sunday of April, which is the 1st of April. So, I have nothing better to do than add up what I've been doing since my last blog, last year.
Most of my fun so far came when I was driving back and forth to Red Mesa, Arizona on the Rez. The white knight has been on the road more this year than anything I've driven for ten years. The transmission is holding out well but, I need to figure out the racket in the front end. Now that it's warming some, I'll be able to move some things around in the driveway and work on it.
This year, I finished Jesus the Christ and started on The Book of Mormon again. We have new curriculum this year in Sunday School and Priesthood/Relief Society. We have not been to the temple yet this year.
Thomas and Jeanel are still spending time at home in the camper. They're not here today but may be coming back tomorrow or Sunday. Michelle just sent a video of Miss Navajo from 2000-2001. Mike and Stephanie have a one year old and Kevin and Alex have two cute kids of their own.
Lula has kept herself preoccupied with upcoming events out of her control. It's not fun watching. It's nice to have my own time killers for trips to Wally World, that still take three to four hours. The Samsung S5 isn't working well, though. It needs a battery which can be purchased online for less than ten bucks but, costs up to forty-five bucks in Montrose or Grand Junction. I really need it fixed.
We haven't had much snow down here this year. But, it's just now the 2nd of March and we have until the middle of May before I'll be concerned. The house plants are well.
Then there is a big deal I call government. It is screwed-up big time. About the only solution I see involves fire, earthquakes and nerve gas. Could be a visit to The Black Canyon is in my future.
There is so much to report on the things that are wrong, it would be easier to say very little is right. That will suffice.
Now for the pictures.

Lil' Red

FISA-Gate

Before

Thank goodness there was a floor under it.

Much Better!

Last days of February -- a Tuesday trip to the Rez

It was a good day for a ride.

Great Year for Everything

2017 IN PHOTOS

YUMMY

Fresh from Carbondale

My mother a little sister at Becky Jo's office

It's Alive, Again! While I was there, I figured a new boat motor was good idea. Then, Mark and company brought over to run it in Ridgway Reservoir. It runs great! But, I baptized my phone and had to get another one. We just went down there Saturday afternoon to see if it made it to the dock or shore. Guess it'll be frozen in a few more weeks.

The white knight made to Denver and back without any problems even with the transmission problem. But, that is solved know. It didn't want to take off in second or third and the overdrive didn't work properly.  This is at the shop in Arvada where the boat motor landed into the boat. Go figure

At one point I had three vehicles running again

Briar and Thomas are bosom buddy's

Made a couple of trips to Monticello with another planned for in the morning

We have a true celebrity in the family

Self-Explanatory

BOOM

Uncompahgre Ward Dutch Oven Party

Bentley James Brink turned 1

Kinley and Bentley

 The white knight got a transmission that works

Colorful Colorado and the Delta Meetinghouse

Freida Purper's Jeep got a good transmission, too.

The new Ft. Collins Temple is beautiful. I got to go through an endowment session with my mother

So, I survived another 11 months so far. Chances are pretty good I'll make it through a few more.

Ruby Red Birthday 1

Briar's First Birthday

HALF TIME AT THE SUMMER HOME

I have withdrawal symptoms when I don't get to see any of the grand-kids. Michelle just stopped over to pick up Jeanel and Thomas. Micah is driving now.  Ruby Red (Briar) is growing up too fast! The summer is coming along as is anyway.







The trip to Denver was really uneventful back and forth. My first stop was at Peak Elevator. The boat was in there when I arrived. The four cylinder Chevy was in place, too.

We ran it back to the hacienda Saturday and spent the week lookinng at it until I couldn't stay out of it by Saturday. We got a little cooler weather for a few days but got the motor fired up on Saturday. It sounds good and ready.

Henry and Mark did a good job of getting it cleaned and prepped for the lake. I'm waiting to hear from Mark shortly to see when he wants to get it onto the lake. Blue Mesa is looking good right now.

I went with my mother to the Ft. Collins Temple the 28th of June. Then I got to visit Jerry at Carol's and his new home in western Greeley. It was a wonderful drive and it was lovely to be with my mother at the new temple.

Cheryl and I got to talking about the Scotchman on Federal in Denver. That's where we'd hang out when school was out. Cheryl's mother was born in the house that was there before 1952.






There are more pictures (plenty more), but I'm too lazy right now to take the time to load them. I've been playing musical cars and trucks this past week. Right now the 61 is backed into the drive for brakes. Thomas helped put the correct shoes on the rear last night. Monday we can do the front shoes. I put the smaller, wrong shoes onto the back last May. Now the 3 inch shoes are on the rear and the fronts shoes, which are half an inch narrower will work well. None of the shoes were worth anything when I started so, it now has good ones on the rear.

I had the 89 Ford running Thursday evening. Then I went to move it back onto the street and it barely made it to its new home, now, behind the white knight. The little green Mercury is ready for the bone yard. The Bollingers got the front and alley side of the apartment painted. It looks really good now.