Lickety Quick Desert Political Statement

I Took A Look Last Night Into The Range & Depth Of The American Health Insurance Plan Passed In The House.

I Then Researched What Percent That American Health Insurance Companies Play In The Total Gross & Net Corporate Standing In America.

My Quick Research Caculated Around 30% Of The Total American Corporate Income.

Almost Hand Hand With 'Pharma'.

For Myself, This Is Colaborate Power.

Which, In My Opinion Plays Absolutely No Roll At All In The Welfare & Interest Of The Total American Population.

The Short Take For Me Is That This Health Bill Initiates A Role Reverseful Of Obama Care In The Sense That A Large Percent Of Americans Are Literally Left On The Side Of The Road.

I Personally Know Many People Who Have Greatly Benifitted From Obama Care. Poor People. Mentally ILL People.
Very Sick People Strictin With Life Long Debilitating Illness's That Were Finally Afforded With The Proper Health Care.

Now All Of This Gone For The Simple Equation That Only Benefits Profit.

I'm Reminded Of The Period Of Time In America, When President Reagan Closed Down All The State Mental Institutions Actually Setting In Motion The Massive Unbridled Beginning Of The Ever Growing Homeless Epidemic In America.

I Most Certainly Stand With Senator Rand Paul On This Current Legislation That Benefits Wealthy Americans.

Straight Up Political Cronyism.

Sorry Mr. President, Your Bill In No Way What So Ever Benefits America.

Just Another Scam To Pad The Fat Pockets Of Shyster Corporate 500 America.

That's Just My Take.

That's All I Got.

Ryan. Out.

Standing A On A Corner In Winslow Arizona.What A Strange Sight To See.

The Wise Warrior Avoids The Battle. -- Master Sun Tzu / The Art Of War

"What Cha Gonna Do Now"?

"I Donna Know. Gotta Think".

So There We Were.

Two South Central, L.A. Hood Rat Surfer Kid's, Broken Down & Dirty, Having Just Slow Rolled To A Stop, Parallel To A Sign On The Side Of The Two Lane Interstate That Gave Us Our Coordinates.

Salina, Kansas. Population 46,192.

Time: 05:28
Date: June 17th, 1966
Temperature: 88 Degrees
Humidity: 73

"What Happened"?

"The Engine Blew Up".

Dyrell Titus, Lifted Her Gold Frame Aviator Sunglasses Just Enough To Glare At Me With Her Head Slightly Tilted To The Right, The Slight Wind Catching Her Long, Wavy Blond Hair.
Giving Me That Calm, South Cali, Female Emasculating Look.

"You Blew Up The Engine? You Stupid Idiot Dumb Pretty Boy. I Hate You.
You Blew Up The Engine. How In The Damn Hell Did You Do That"?

There I Stood.

All Of 5 Feet, 6 Inches Tall.

138 Pounds Of Emasculated Boy Child.
Waiting On A Knock Out Straight Right To The Kisser. Girl Wasn't Playin.

"Ummm, Well, Ummm, Like, See. Well You Fell Asleep Somewhere In Iowa... And Uhmmm, I Got Bored & Well, Just Wanted To See How Fast The Car Would Go".

We Were Heading Back West After Stopping In Chicago Coming From A Visit To Dyrell's Grandparents Before We Headed Out To The Grand Canyon.

"It Was So Cool. We Were Trackin Over 120. We Were Flyin Low. And..."

I'll Interject At This Time.

Dyrell Was West Coast Gorgous.
Body By Fischer.
Cadillac Eldorado Division.

5 Feet Nine. Damn Ass Fine.

Stacked. Racked. Step Da Hell Back.

A High School Football Team Cheerleader & Like Myself, Practiced In Martial Arts.

"You Got Bored? What The Hell Do You Mean. You Got Bored. Idiot. You Blew Up The Damn Engine".

There I Stood.

In My 501 Button Fly Jeans, Black Oakland Raiders T-Shirt & My Black Converse High Tops.

Head Hung Down Low Like A Beat Dog.
Waiting On The Atomic Knock Out Punch.

"Well, Uhmm, Ahhh, Shit. You Were Sound Asleep Snoring. No Radio Reception. I Mean Jeez. I Just Wanted To See How Fast The Car Would Go & Well..."

"Oh My GOD. Asshole. I Don't Snore. I'm Gonna Knock You The Hell Out On To The Ground".

My 16 Year Old Self Was Actually At A Complete Lose For Words.

"Idiot. What In The Hell Is Wrong With You"?

"Damn Dyrell. Calm Down. Remember What Sensie Always Says. Stay Calm. No Matter What. This Is Not That Big Of A Deal. For Real. It Was So Cool. We Were Flyin Low. You Would Have Been Stoked If Would Not Have Been Sleep Snoring".

"You Stupid Idiot. I'm Gonna Send You Flyin Low. Your So Damn Immature. There Goes The Entire Summer. Sitting Back In South Central Like Morons Until We Head Off To College. I Hate You. I'm Gonna Lay You Out".

"Girl. Chill. Your Overreacting. Everything Is Gonna Work Out Jus Fine".

"I'm Gonna Kill You Pretty Boy & Leave You On The Side Of This Road".

"Baby...".

"Baby? Baby? I'm Gonna Damn Ass Kill You. Don't You Baby Me".

Time To Retreat.

Girl Wasn't Playin.

I Calmly Walked Around The Right Side Of The Pontiac, Talking In A Soft, Faint Whisper, Begging LORD GOD ALMIGHTY To Save Me From This Beautuful Girl's Angry Wrath.

I Walked Around The Trunk To The Left Side Of The Giant Car.

Across The Wide Expense Of The Pontiacs Hood She Stated To Me In A Calm, Angry, Pissed Off Voice:

"Really Idiot. What Are You Gonna Do"?

"Pleeezee, Just Calm Down. I Can't Think With You All Atomic Ballistic Up My Ass.
C'mon. You Know Better Than To Rage. Paleezee Girl. Calm Down. Awaight"?

"I'm Gonna Kill You Ryan. I Hate You".

With That, Dyrell Climbed Into The Passenger Side Of The Car & Slammed The Door Shut.
Flipped Me Off. Then Just Glare Stared Out The Windshield.

There We Were.

In The Hot Humid, Sunny Salina, Kansas Wheat Field.

Time: 05:49

There Wasn't A Car On The Road.

My Heart Was Broken.

My Very First Car. Like Brand New, Red Stripe Tires Giving Her That Cool Street Rod Accent.
Now Just Smoking Detroit Metal.
Broken Down On The Side Of The Road In The Middle Of No Where In A Never Ending Wheat Field.

Not To Mention It Was More Than Likely That I Would Never Ever Tap That Sweet Sweet Gorgous Dyrell Thang Again.

I Hopped Up Onto 'Bonnies' Hood. Retrieved The Box Of Malboros From My Jeans Pocket. Flipped Open The Box & Stuck A Cancer Stick In My Grill. Grabbed The Zippo Lighter & Hit The Marlboro Up.

I Looked Over My Shoulder Through The Windshield, Smiled At Dyrell.

My Medium Long Curly Dirty Blonde Hair Catching A Slight Wind & Threw A Wink At The Beautiful Blue Eyed Girl.

Dyrell Caught My Act & With A Cool Laided Back, South Cali Surfer Girl Look, Stuck Out Her Tounge & Flipped Me Off.

I Was Fucked To Inth Degree.

So There I Was, Sucking Down Marlboros, With A Hang Dog Looked Spread Across My Grill. Not A Damn Car In Sight.

This Scenario Continued On For Just About Two Hours.

Time: 07:37
Temperature: Real Fuckin Hot.
Humitiy: Steam Bath.
Sun: Bright As Hell.
Wind Velocity: Zero.

Then Low & Behold, I Glance Over My Left Shoulder.
Lumbering Down The Interstate Towards Us, A 1953 Chevy Pick- Up Dooley, Faded Black & Kicking Up Dust.

I Hop Off The Pontiacs Hood & Flag Down The Pick-Up.

I Quick Glance Dyrell.
Girl Actually Smiling & Doing That Yippee Yippee Girl Thang In The Passenger Seat.

Just Maybe.
The Padlock Was Now Off That Steal Frame, Fine Fine Pussey Entrance Way.

The '53' Chevy Dooley Pick Up Slows Down & Pulls Along Side The Pontiac, Then Slowly Angles To The Right & Pulls Off To The Interstate Shoulder In Front Of Us Kicking Up Rooster Tails Of Dust.

Yip Fuckin Eee!!! Rescued.

Time: 07:51

The Driver Side Door Springs Open.

Out Steps This Dude.
About Six Foot Six.
Trim 230 Pounds.

Farm Boy Wearing Baggy Overalls, Red Plaid Long Sleeve Shirt, Sleeves Rolled Up Past His Giant Forearms, Brown Cowboy Boots & A Brown Cowboy Hat.

He Walks Up To Me & In A Slow, Low Pitch, Midwestern Southern Drawl Says:

"What's The Problem Boy"?

"Blew The Engine".

"Pop The Hood Son".

Farmboy Stands Over Me While I Dis Engage The Hood Latch & Spits Out A Puddle Of Tobacco Juice.

He Adjusts His Cowboy Hat & Leans His Massive Head Into The Engine Compartment.

"Hell Shit Fire Son, You Sure In The Hell Blew This Engine The Fuck Up".

"Yep".

Dyrell Is Now Standing Next To Me With That Female I'm Gonna Kill You Ryan Look On Her Gorgeous Face.

"This Ain't Nothin But A Thing. C'mon Kid's Jump In The Truck. I'm Heading Into Town. My Uncle Butch Owns A Used Car Dealership. Lock Her Up. Hop On In My Truck. Butch Will Get You Kids Back On Down The Road".

Into The '53' Chevy Pickup We Jump.
Dyrell Sitting Between Us.

I Smile At Dyrell, She Just Rolls Her Baby Blues.

"My Names Buck. Whats Ya All's Name".

"My Name is Ryan. This Is Dyrell".

"Hey Ryan. Hey Dyrell. Whats Cha All Doing Way Out Here"?

"We're On Way To The Grand Canyon. Touring The Country Before We Start College".

"Where Ya All From".

"L.A."

"Cali Fornia. Shit. I Was Stationed In Diago. Camp Pendleton. Just Got Back From Da Nam A Month Ago".

"Wow. My Dad's A Marine. My Oldest Brother Is A Marine Aviator & My Second Oldest Brother Is A Marine Recon Sergeant".

"Well Damn Son. Semper Fi".

"Semper Fi Buck".

"You Joining The Corps"?

"My Dad Won't Let Me. I'm The First One In My Family To Attend College".

Little Did I Know That The Day I Turned 18, I Was Getting Drafted & Off To Da Nam I Went. A Commisioned Marine Corps Second Lieutenant.

"Your Pops Is Smart. It's A Fuckin Meat Grinder Over There".

"What Was Your M.O.S."?

"50 Cal Operator. Nothin Says Lovin Like A Belt Fed 50".

We All Laughed.

We Drive Into Town, Then Over To His Uncle's Used Car Dealership.

"Wait Here In The Truck, I'm Gonna Talk To My Uncle Butch".

Dyrell & Sit In The Truck. I Break The Deadly Silence.

"See. See. Everything Is Gonna Work Out Just Fine Like I Said. Everything Is Gonna Be Awaight".

"Shut Up. Your An Idiot. I Hate You. Just Shut Up".

"C'mon Baby. Don't Be Dis Way".

"Listen Little Man, You Call Me Baby One More Time, I'm Gonna Knock You Out On The Ground".

I Just Hung My Head. Just Like A Beat Dog.

"Your So Stupid. There Goes All The Money. What Are We Gonna Do Now? Huh. Drive Back To South Central & Sit Around All Summer Like Idiots Before Heading Off To College? Your An Idiot. I Hate You".

For Sure Now, The Steel Frame Door Opening Up Into Pussey Heaven Was Forever Shut Tight.

I Look Up Out Of The Truck Window, Walking Towards Us Is Buck & His Uncle Butch.
Butch Was Larger Than Buck, If That Was Even Possible.

Butch Was Dressed In Black Cowboy Boots, Black Slacks, Powder Blue Botton Down Collar Shirt & A Blue Plaid Sports Jacket.

"Kid's, This Is My Uncle Butch. Butch, This Is Ryan. This Is Dyrell. I'm Gonna Walk Across The Street & Grab A Burger.
Your In Good Hands Kid's".

"C'mon Kid's Walk With Me. Got Somethin To Show You".

We Walk With Butch Through The Thick Maze Of Cars.

"Heard You Blew The Engine In Your Car. What Kind Of Car Is It"?

"A '63' Pontiac Bonneville 4 Door. Loaded. Less Than 10 Thousand Miles".

"Really? What Cha Got Under The Hood"?

"455".

"No Kiddin. Sweet Jesus. My Guys Just Rebuilt A Pontiac 455. Got It Up On Chains".

We Walk Around The Sales Building, Back Towards The Big Garage.
Then Around The South Side Of The Garage.

Sitting There Is A Dark Green 1956 Four Door Dodge Royal With Black Inserts Down The Middle Of The Car Front To Rear.
Car Standing Tall.

"She's A Beauty Ain't She"?

"Yeah. Like New".

"All Original. Belonged To Pastor Young. He Bought It New. Took Care Of It Like A New Born Baby. When He Passed Away His Wife Just Wanted The Car Gone. She Purrs Like A Kitten. 318 Under The Hood.

Damn.

Dejavue.

I Thought To Myself.

The Pontiac Belonged To An Old Jewish Man.

When He Died, His Wife Just Wanted The Car Gone.

I Had Come Full Circle.

Complete Judeo/Christian Auto Transformation.

She Was A Beauty. Only 38,000 Miles.

"How Much Ya Want For Her"?

"Tell Ya What Son. Got That Rebuilt 455 Up On Chains. Dodge Been Here A Year & A Half. Trade Ya Even Up".

"Wow Butch. That's So Cool. I Just Put Brand New Uniroyal Red Stripe Tires All The Way Around On The Pontiac. Would Ya Switch Them Onto The Dodge"?

"Buck Tells Me That You Come From A Marine Corps Family. I'm A Marine As Well Son. Nothin Like Keepin It In The Family. Semper Fi Son. You Got A Deal".

"Thank You Mr. Butch".

As Butch Walked Away. Dyrell Grabbed Me.

"I Love You Ryan. Your So Cool".

Uh Huh. My Pimp Hand Strong.

Ryan. Out.

The Rabbid Rats Under Da Shack

Desert Shout Out.

President Donald J. Trump

Thank You Mr. President For Your Very Hard, Diligent Work & Devoted Unbridled Dedication, Without Pay.

In Your Mighty Quest In Piecing This Great Country Back Together Again.

As Well Mr. President.

Props & Creds For Getting Down & Dirty With China In Regards To Riening In North Korea, In A Concerted Effort To Bring Peace & Stability Into That Highly Volatile Part Of The World.

As Well Sir, Thank You For Taking The Lead In Your Position Of Commander In Chief In Delagating Your Military To Your Generals.

Last, But Certainly Not Least Sir, Thank You Ever So Much For Implementing New Measures In Regards To Cleaning Up The Insubordination Of A Mess At The V.A.

LORD GOD BLESS You & Yours Oh So Very Much Sir.

Because From My Seat In Da Street Mr. President.

You Need All The Devine Assistance You Can Get Sir.

Without A Doubt Sir, This Beat Up Ol' War Dawg Has Your 6.

SEMPER FI    OOOH RAH!!!

GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!

I Know HE Does.

Movin On.

The First Stop On This Super Sonic High Speed Rail.

The Grease Butt Monkeys At The Gate

Medical Science Has Determined That America's Left Side Democratic Party Wing Nuts Are A DNA Anomolie.

Whom, To A One, At Birth, Were Dropped On Their Heads At A Rate Of Velocity & Height Yet Un Calculated.

The Likes Of Drip Lip Bitch, Maxine 'Fecal Mouth' Waters.

Nancy 'Stretch Face' Pelosi.

Yo. Stretch.

Your Plastic Surgeon Is On The Line. Time For Your Hundred Thousand Mile Retreading.

Gay Ass Democratic Party Spokesman, Filthy, Nasty, Drip Hole Perez.

I Would Be Remiss If I Left Out Slant Face, Lying Communist, Wanna Be American Indian, Cunt Face Hoe, Elizabeth Warren.

Yo. Lizzy.

My Navajo Homies Want To Perform The Navajo Indian War Chiefs White Stallion War Dance On Your Lying, Ugly, Slanted Pig Face.

The List Goes On & On & On.

Don't Let The Door Hit Cha All In The Ass On The Way Out.

The Fact Of The Matter Is, That America's Subversive Actions In These Far Left Demonstrations Has Vladdy Boy Doing Ceiling High Cart Wheels Off The Kremlin Walls.

So The Question Is.

Where Were These Anti American, Grease Butt Monkey Maggots Hatched From?

Glad Ya All Asked.

From 1947 Through 1991, The 'World Peace Counsel' Was Born.

Directly Set Up By The Soviet Union.

This Was Part Of The Billion Dollar Effort, Sanctioned & Directed By Communist Dictator, Joseph Stallin.

The Goal & Aim Was To Indoctrinate Young Americans Attending University & College Campuses Throughout The United States. Coast To Coast.

Their Choice Of Contestants Were The Wealthy American Suburban Kid's.

Soviet Communist Spies Were Initiated To Carry Out This Mission.

'Front Organazations' Were Set Up & Deployed By Soviet Intelligence Agencies.

These Intelligence Agencies Were Known By The Acronyms: KGB, SVR, & GRU.

Their Mission Forward Was To Develope & Deploy The 'Front Organizations' As A Cover For Plausible Occupations & A Steady Means Of Income.

These Organazations Covered As 'Shell Corporations' To Shield The Parent Companies From Ilegal Liability.

These 'Front Organazations' Also Appeared As 'Voluntary Associations', Or 'Charitable Organazations'.

According To Former High Ranking KGB Officer 'Victor Suvorov', The Soviet Airline, 'Aeroflot' Was Directly Involved In This Mission.

Mr. Suvorov Also Documented 'Aeroflot's' Major Role In This Mission.

'Victor Suvorov' As Well Documented 'Aeroflot's' Direct Mission In The Theft Of Deadly Bacterial Viruses From Western Labs, As In The United States, Throughout The 1980's & 1990's With Direct Assistance From High Ranking KGB Agents.

Mr. Surorov Went On To State That 'Aeroflot' Along With KGB Operatives Were Also instrumental In Sorties Thoughout Europe Rounding Up Former Soviet Defectors, Drugged To The Point Of A Complete Comatose State & Deposited In The Soviet Communist Prisons.

Of The 14, 000 'Aeroflot' Employees, It Was Believed That 3,000 Were Operatives Of The Soviet FSB, GRU, & KGB.

The Entire Proceeds Of 'Aeroflot' Were Deposited Into 352 Foreign Bank Accounts & Not At All Controlled By 'Aeroflot'.

A Top, High Ranking Soviet Businessman, 'Nikolai Glushkov' Was Appointed To The Helm Of 'Aeroflot' In 1996.

To Mr. Glushkov's Complete Amazement, He Discovered That 'Aeroflot' Was Nothing More Than A 'Cash Cow' For The Soviet Unions Various Spy Agencies That Supported Soviet International Spy Operations.

Henceforth, The Imprisonment Of 'Victor Glushkov' In 2000.

'Aeroflot' Is Now Under The Direction Of 'Victor Ivanov', A Very High Ranking FSB Officer & Close Friend Of Former KGB LT. COL. Vladimir V. Putin.

The Point.

Former KGB LT. COL. Vladimir V. Putin Is One Pissed Off, Deviant Man, Who Will Never Forgive The West, Specifically The United States of America, For Forever Collasping The Former Soviet Union.

As Well, Mr. Putin Will Engage Any & All Avenues To Seek Revenge.

To The Direct Act Of Backing, Supplying, & Complete Support To The Likes Of Iran, Syria, North Korea & Any Other Horrible Whores Spread Throughout This Vast Universe That Will Accept His Money & Miltary Backing.

Back To The Beggining Of This Piece & The Grease Butt, Drip Lip Monkeys Of The Democratic Party Far Left Wing Nuts.

Directly Influenced & Bought By The Communists, Were The Likes Of SDS, Weathermen Underground, Bill Ayers, Bernadine Dorhn & Other Commie Players.

And Yes.

Barry 'Boy' Satoro/ AKA / Barack Hussien Obama.

The Demostrations & Protests Of Late, According To Very Serious Reliables, Peg Billy Ayers & His Boy Barack To Definant Backing, Both Financially & Organizational.

In Fact Commie Faggot Bill Ayers Was Directly Front & Center At The Recent Berkley Riots.

As In, The Commie Faggot Flesh.

Reliables Also Informed Me That Towards The End Of 2016 Billy & Barry, Partied Very Hard.

That Crack Cocaine Was Flowing Like Water From A Broken New York Sewer Pipe. Talk About Gay Love.

Yeah. I Ain't Gonna Lie.

I Detest Bill Ayers.

In Cold, Cowardly, Senseless Blood, This Commie Faggot Punk Ass Bitch.

Murdered A Great American Hero.

San Fransico Police Sergeant Brian McDonnell.

Sergeant McDonnell' Only Crime That Fateful September Morning In 1970 Was In Picking Up A Package Off Of The Precient Steps While Showing Up To Begin His Watch.

A Package Delivered By Commie Faggot Bitch, 'Weatherman Operative', Bill Ayers.

Inside This Package Was A Devastating Bomb, Assembled By America's One & Only Cunt Face Pig, Bernadine Dorhn.

Damn Ass Muthu Fuckin Right. This Is Personal. Very Personal.

That Said.

I Have Spent An Entire Lifetime Walking With LORD GOD ALMIGHTY.

I Do Not Believe One, Scintilla Of A Bit, That It Is My Duty & Obligation To Hand Out Justice In Any Way Shape Or Form.

This Job Is That Of American Justice.

As In The FBI & The DOJ.

Agencies, That In Regards To This Cowardly, Heinous Act, Have Been Less Than Derelict Of Duty.

Shame. Shame On Ya All.

Sergeant McDonnell, Was One Of Yours. A Literall Brother In Arms.

Yeah I Know.

Ya All Too Busy Chasing The Phantoms Of Imaginary Russian Spies Involved In Some Make Believe Meddling Of An American Presidential Election.

This Farse, That Has Been Implemented & Deployed, Has Been Brought About By The Slant Face Shysters Of The Democratic Far Left Commie Faggot Party.

But Yet, The American FBI & DOJ Has Not Brought Any Charges In This Transperant Murder.

Shame On Ya All.

No Worries.

Serious Reliables Tell Me.

For Many Years Now, To Let The World Know Something That I Have Been Remiss In Relating.

Said Reliables Have Begged Me To Bring The Following To Published Print Up Here On This Blog.

I Have Respectfully Declined.

Until Today.

Oh Well.

Seemingly, The Day Has Arrived.

So I Have Been Told.

Watch Your Back Mr. Ayers.

I Of Course In No Way What So Ever Condone That Type Of Action.

I'm Just Relaying What I Have Been Told.

Oh. Before I Forget.

To My Ten's Of Thousands Of Facebook Followers Spanning The Planet.

My Facebook Account Has Been Dis Abled.

The only Way To Communicate With Me Is This Blog Site Or The Corresponding E-Mail:

Ryanindadesert@gmail.com

I'll Hold My Breath.

Too My Many Friends & Followers Up On Facebook.

Some Very Serious Advice & Lookin Out.

According To Reliables.

'Sophos', A U.K. Based Internet Security Firm, As In World Wide Commercial & Goverment Computer Security Entity.

As Far As I Am Concerned, The Very Best Of The Best. Thanks Guy's For Your 24/7 365 Protection On All Of My Devices.

'Sophos' Has Concluded, That Facebook Is Hacked 600,000 Times A Day On Individual Log In's.

This Astounding Number Breaks Down To .06% Of Log In's A Day.

This Percentage Is Calculated Off Of The More Than 1 Billion Log In's On Any Given 24 Hour Period.

Lucky Fuckin Me.

I Am Personally Represented In This Reprehensible Number.

Facebook's Resolve.

Just Upload My U.S. Government Picture ID.

Yeah. I'm On It. I'm Runnin.

No Problemo Amigos.

Any Minute Now.

Just As Soon As I Witness Pig's In Flight & Then Landing On My Face As We Engage In Mad Passionate Surreal Pig Face Love.

The Real Sinister, Shyster Part Of All This, Is The Fact That Facebook Does Not Give 2 Shitz Nor 3 Fast Flyin Fuckz One Way Or The Other In This Stolen Identity Cluster Fuck With A Shit Storm Float.

Dey Jus All Bout Da Clicks & Da Dollar$.

Ain't Dat Right Zuckey Boy. Faggot.

I Do However Feel Bad For My Beautiful Best Of The Most Beautiful Best Followers Worldwide.

Desert Love Ya All.

That's All I Got.

Ryan. Out.

On The Job. Not!!!

and addressed them thus: “I presume you know the difference between front and back, right hand and left hand? -- Master Sun Tzu / The Art of War

My. My. My.

The Boys & Girls That 'We The People' Employ To Take Care Of The Business Of Running OUR Country, Are Yet Again, All Caught Up In The Usaul Slanted, Shyster, Greedy, Bitch Brawl Of Political In Fighting.

While The Rest Of Us Very Hard Working Every Day Joe's, Stretch The Limited Dollars In Our Forever Tattered Jean Pockets.

I Know. I Know.

It's A Rough Life Up On That High & Mighty Capital Hill.

Sucking Down Donuts, Coffee & Energy Drinks All Morning, Then Breaking Just Before Lunch.

I Mean For GODS Sakes.

You Hard Working Zealots Have To Eat.

Taken Out To Lavish Lunches By Your Wealthy, Slant Face, Self Serving, Shyster Benefactors.

I Mean Oh Da Fuck No.

Can't Let Those Fat Daddy Warbucks Down Now.

Think About It America.

You Pull Up To Your Gig.

Suck Down Snacks & Beverages Until Lunch While Playing Video Games On Company Resources &  Personal Devices.

Then A Two Plus Hour Lunch?

Right?

No Problemo Here Amigo.

Not Even In Your Most Far Flung Wildest Dreams.

The Only Two Words That Will Resonate Between Your Exhausted Hears Will Sound Something Like This:

YOUR FIRED!!!

Not So For The Slant Face Shyster's Up  On That Majestic Hill.

I Mean Really

Can You Blame Any Them With That Tiny Lil Ol' Pultry Salary.

Give These Guys A Break.

Come On.

They Are Just Returning From Paid Vacation.

LORD GOD Have Mercy.

These Guys Put In The Work.

Congressmen.

131 Days Of Hard, Grueling, Plastic Noses, To The Grind Stone.

Dem Boy's In The Senate Have It Much  Harder.

165 Days A Year Of Nail Biting Hard Ass Work.

That Budget Thang Will Just Have To Wait.

That's A Lot Of Work.

Uh Huh.

Nigga Paleeze.

Ya All Muthu Fuckin Shittin Me.

Read the Following And Weep Real Damn Fuckin Hard Working America.

First Year, On The Job Salary, Paid To Congressmen.

$174,000.

Now Through Into This Reprehensible Mix, 3 Month's Of Total Vacations. Paid.

This Mad Piled High $tack$ Train Doesn't Stop Here.

Health Care Benefits Ya All Couldn't Even Dream Of.

Now Throw Into This Fantasy Disneyland Mix.

'Allowance'.

Just A Wee Tiny Tad Small 'Allowance'.

One Quarter Of A Million Dollar$.

Allocated For Their Private Office.

But The Money Express Doesn't Stop Here.

Now, Let's Throw Into This Obscene Money Pit A Pultry $900,000 To Hire 18 Employees. 

Now C'mon Now.

That Is Only 50 G's Per Head, A Year, Plus Bennies.

Oh My.

Poor Souls.

How Do They Scratch By On That Measly Amount Of Dollar$.

Not Bad Work If One Can Procure It.

Oh Hell Naw.

The Money Express Doesn't Come To A Squeeching Halt Here.

Oh Hell Da Fuck No.

Add Some More Stack$ Into Da Mix For Incidentals Like Travel & Accommodations.

Not Quite Finished My Fellow Americans.

One Last Car On This Super Sonic High Speed Rail.

Last But Not Least.

$500,000 K For The Hiring Of 3 Legislative  Ass Sistants.

Who Pays For All This? You Ask.

Well My American Brothers & Sisters.

Who Da Hell Do You Think?

'We The People' In Our Stolen From Us Taxes.

Now Let's Dive Into The Speaker Of The House Yearly Salary Along With All The Above Mentioned Perks.

$223,500 Clams A Year.

Now I Would Be Remiss If I Left Out The Majority Whip & Minority Whip.

$193,400 A Year Plus Bennies.

But Yet, These Political Shysters, For The Life Of Themselves, Can Not Get Together On Figuring Out America's Budget.

Like Dis, Slant Face, Shyster, Political Hacks.

YOUR FIRED!!!

Hit Da Road Jack & Don't Ya Come Back No Moe.

Feel Me?

So Far?

That's All I Got.

Ryan. Out.

Wound Up Like A Texas Rollex

Anger may in time change to gladness; vexation may be succeeded by content. But a kingdom that has once been destroyed can never come again into being; nor can the dead ever be brought back to life. -- Master Sun Tzu / The Art Of  War

How The Cow Eats The Cabbage.

I Sit Here .

Night After Night.

Watching My Words Penned From Five Year's Ago On My Original Blog: 'Ryanindaswamp'.
Drip From The Bought & Sold Media's Mouth.

Sean Hannity.

Finally Bringin It To Light. Bout Time Irish.

The Man & The People That Pulled The Strings Of They're Favorite Puppet, Barry Satoro / AKA / Barack Hussein Obama.

Tehhhhh.

An American President Tagging An Alias.

America.

Ya All So The Fuck Incredibly Stupid.

The Number One Puppeteer In This 'Commie' Mascurade.

Non Other Than Communist, Anti American Terrorist, Killer Of American Cop's, Bomber Of American Federal Buildings & Military Amories,  Punk Ass Bitch, Bill Ayers.

If All That Wasn't Enough.

Barry Barack, Weathy Hawiian Suburban Boy & His Wealthy Chicago Brother & Housemate Since The Age Of 17 Years Old,  Bill Ayers, Set Out To "Fundamentally Change America".

Just About Crumbling This Once Great Country To Dust.

Joining Together, These Two Commie Clown College Professors Transformed America's School System Into Communist Doctrine & The Complete Dumbing Down Of America.

A Country Once Known For Our Superior Learning Acumen.

Number One In Math, Science And Reading Comprehension.

Now, For All Practible Purposes Floating Around 29th On The Worlds Education Stage in Regards To The Above.

To The Sad Point Of Having To Import Our Technology Experts From, Might I Add, Almost 3rd World Countries.

Our Younger Generation,  Most Commonly Referred To As Miliniums.

Marching & Protesting Their Obese Gargantuan Selfs In Mindless Far Left Commie Inspired & Paid For Demostrations.

Sucking Down Whoopie Pies & Soft Drinks Like Like Rats That Hit It Large On The Proverbial Pay Day.

Paid For By Hard Working Americans In The Form Of Never Ending EBT. (Food Stamps)

Without One Scintilla Of A Clue In Regards To What The Fuck Is Actually Going On Around Them.

Fat Obese, Pink & Purple & Green Died Hair Idiots Looking For A Safe Place To Escape Realty.

I Watch These Lost Clowns As If I Am Front Row Center At The Carnival Freak Show.

Then Crying Over The Death Of One Of This Planets Worst, Most Barbaric, Murdering Dictators, Fidel Castro.

Yo. Bloated Clown Face Idiots.

Try Your Radical Dis Graceful Senseless Protests In Cuba.

Get Back To Me On That.

Let Me Know How All That  Worked  Out For You.

Oh.

You Can't.

Your Locked Up Or Dead

Your Eyes Glued To The Flat Screen, In Awe  Of The Likes Of Failed Radio Talk Show Host.

Now The Anti American, Dyke Commie, Lip Service, On The Non Existent Ratings Network,  MSMBC.

Rachel Madcow.

Truly, This Dyke Bitch Would Most Defiantly Fuck Up A Wet Dream.

American University Campus' Filled To The Brim With Communist Indoctrinated Proffesors Raking In Hundreds Of Thousands Of Dollar$ A Year Paid For By You.

UCB. (University of California Berkley)

UCB, Known To Us Native Californian' Going As Far Back As The 1950's As
'Bizerkly'.

Protesters.

Throwing Bricks, Gasoline, Mace & Bottles At Any & All Who Do Not Share Their Anti American Faggot Rhetoric.

Dressing As ISIS Punk Ass Maggots, In Black From Head To Toe.

Engaging Law Enforcement.

Yo. 'Poe'. (Police)

Time To Release The Mad Rabid Hounds.

As In Fuck Dese Faggot Bitches Up & Lock Their Commie Ass's Away.

Yo. Clown Face Fat Faggots.

Bring Dat Shit Down Here To The Desert  Wild Wild West.

Gets Awful Quite Out Here In This Hot Barren Waistland.

We Love A Good Time.

So Does 'Poe'.

In Essence.

America. Love It Or Leave It.

"Ask Not What Your Country Can Do For You.
Ask What You Can Do For For Your Country." JFK

In Other Words.

Get Da Fuck Outta MY Country.

Now. Today.

Feel Me?  So Far?

SEMPER FI   OOOH RAH

Coppin Da Drift Far Left Democratic Commie Faggots.

Shit. 
Hold On.
Blacky The Flip Phone Is Ringing.

"Hello".

"Hey Veronica. Where You Iz Girl"?

"Oh. Jus Down Da Road. You Driving The '67' 427 Vette Convertible"?

"Cool. Yeah. I'm Most Definantly Ready For Mount Lemon".

"What I Am Doing"? Like Right Now"?

"Killing Time. Writing A Blog Post ".

"Well Yeah. On 'Whitey The  Android'. What Else  Do I Have To Compose On"?

"O. K. I'll Be Out Front V".

Gotta Run America.

Desert Love Ya All.

Ryan.  Out.

Old School

Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth. Buddha

My My My.

As The World Turns.

Drama & Debochtury Dripping Off The Hallowed Corporate Walls.

Seemingly, Da 'Fox' Out Da Hen House.

Careers.

Shattered.

Mirrors In Complete Dis Array.

Dressing Room Doors Painted Over.

Better Look Both Ways Before Crossing That Busy Street.

Oh Da Hell No. Say It Ain't So.

Oh Yeah. It So Da Hell So.

What's The Problem, They Ask?

Like This My Friend.

The Bigger They Are, The Harder They Fall.

Sexual Harrasment.

This Delineation Even Sounds Nasty.

Money & Power Crumble To The Ground Like So Much Nafarious Dirty Dust Off The Walls Of The Seediest Motel In Town.

On Da Ground. Down For The Count.

Family Names Forever Shamed.

All For That Forbidden Jiggle Jiggle Shake Shake.

Now Don't You Cry, You Filthy, Slanted, Deviant, Perverts.

Bill O'Reilly & Roger Ailes.

Honestly.

Two Very Old Men In Hot Pursuit Of Young Beautiful Tail.

Intervionus Viagra Pumping Through Their Ancient Viens At Multiple Mach Speed.

Are These Way Over Mature Perverts Married As Well?

Either Way A Disgusting Revelation On Every Level.

Yeah. I Know Mr. O'Reilly.

Being Oh So Exposed Up There In The Public Eye Leaves One Open To All Kinds
Of Personal Assaults.

In Your Case
Going As Far Back As The Year 2004.

Clearly Exibiting To The Entire Universe Both Sides Of Your Multiple Face.

Nigga Paleeze.

In Essence Mr. O'Reilly, You Have Forever Disgraced Your Family Name.

Embarrassed Your Wife & Children To The Point Of Not Wanting To Even Venture Out Of The House.

Just Rumar & Innuendo?

In Regards To The 'Public Eye' Exposure That You Blame For Your Hiddious, Dispicable, Deviant, Perverted Behaivor.

Seemingly.

Somehow.

The Likes
Of
General/President Dwight David Eisenhower. Senator Rand Paul. Journalist James Rosen. Journalist Brett Bair. Journalist Sean Hannity. Journalist Chris Matthews.

On & On & On.

Have Somehow Managed Keeping Their Genatalia Confined To Their Pants.

I Do Not Even For The Very Life Of Me Understand, Nor Do I Comprehend The Act Of 'Sexual Harassment'.

But Then Again, I'm Not A Dog.

And.

I Am Quite Sure That The Beautiful Young Women You Both Uncontrollably Drueled On, Could Not Wait To See Your Old, Fat, Flabby, Wrinkly, Filthy, Nasty Bodies In The Naked Flesh.

But Then Again, I Have Never Hit On a Woman In My Entire Life. They Scare Me.
That Said. Females Are Forever Coming On To Me.

I'm Talking Young Beautiful Women Exposing, Then Placing Their At Times Very Ample Breasts In My Grill At Bus Stops, Shopping Mall Parking Lots & Down The Street From My Crib.

I Actually Find Those Acts Very Offensive.

Not To Mention The Fact That I Am Now Into 11 Years Of A Cellibate Existence.

To The Point Where I'm Not Taking My Clothes Off In Front Of Anyone. Ever.

I Do Not See That Changing Any Time Soon. As In Till The Day I Die. That's Just Me.

That Said.

I've Had More, Absolutely, Gourgous, Women Than You Can Shake A Stick At.

As Well, One Would Think That At A Certain Age, One Would Be More Inclined Pursuing & Obtaining A Higher Level Of Consciousness Instead Of Playing Grab Ass With Every Attractive Female Within A Three Foot Radious.

In The Entire Scheme Of Things, Sex Is A Lower Level, Dark Side Consciousness.
An Actual Exercise Saved For The Sacred Act Of Procreation.

Not An Excercise To Be Played Out In The Professional Work Environment.

So Mr. O'Reilly, Come, & Fetch Your Belongings.

The Door Man Will Hold Them For The Next Two Weeks.

See Ya. Bye.

That's All I Have.

Ryan. Out.

In Da Street / On Da Ground / Facebook Down

Da Desert Has Morphed Into An On Da Fly Entity, Brought To You By 'Whitey' Da Android.

Henceforth, Until I Have This New Input Down To A 'T', No Graphics For Ya All.

And Away We Go.

Yo. What Up World?

The Best Of The Most Beautiful Best.

Facebook.

Has Dis Abled My Account.

No Worries.

Seemingly, There Were Some Nasty Ass Peep's Up On My FaceBook Page.

4 To Be Exact Out Of Literally 10's Of Thousands Of People World Wide.

Some Real P.A.B's (Punk Ass Bitch) To A One.

Like Dis Faggots.

Ya All Gonna E-mail Me Hate & Volgarity.
Strap Yourselves In Punks.
Cuz Ya All Gonna Feel The Los Angeles, California, South Central Hood Rat Heat.

Then Ya All Complain To 'Zuckey' Boy.

No Problemo Faggitas.

I Now Have A New FaceBook Page.

Though At This Point In Time Not Set Up.

Through Out This Minor Online Drama, FaceBook &  'Zuckey' Boy Down On Da Ground.

Yo.

FaceBook Idiots.

It Only Took You Numb Skulls 3 Hours To Figure Out How To Take Down A Literal Murderer  From Your Phony Site.

For Sure Einsteins, Ya All Muthu Fuckin Shittin  Me.

That Said.

When Ya All Dis Abled My  FaceBook Account, You Requested That I Upload My U. S. Government I.D's, With Pictures.

I Replied Back, No Problem Idiots.

Ya All Will Have My Upload Containing My United States Government Identification When You Send Me Live Video Of Pigs In Flight.

Still Waiting On That Video 'Zuckey' Boy.

Oh. Pigs Don't Fly? My Bad.

Ya All Get The Drift.

The Particular Drift In Question Is The World's Secure Browsing While Up On FaceBook.

Oh.

No Such Thang As Safe Browsing Up On FaceBook?

Roger Dat.

The Only Time FaceBook Invested Any Money On Real Security Was The Time 'Zuckey' Boy's E-Mail Was Hacked. Period.

As Greatly Appreciated By Us All.

Google.

To Date.

Has Invested Just A Small Bit Of $tack$ In Regards To Our Security.

11 Billion Dollar$ To Be Exact.
Thank You Google. 😎😎😎😎😎


FaceBooks Total Investment To Date In Regards To Our Security.

11 Million Dollar$. 😱

That Money Was Only Allocated Towards Security Only For The Fact That 'Zuckey' Boy's Personal E-Mail Was Hacked.

Feel Me? So Far?

Great Job 'Zuckie' Boy. Cheap Fuck.
😰
Tehhhh.

Thank You Again Google For Having Our 6.
😎😎😎😎😎

In Fact When The Boy's Over At Google Get Just A Tiny Nanos Whiff Of A Security Breach, Google Immediately Contracts An Outside Contractor To Immediately Squash Any Security Mis Deed. For Whatever It Costs.

Again. Thank You Google!!!

Security In Today's Cut Throat World Is At A All Time High Premium.

Here Are Some Serious Desert Tips.

In Regards To All Your Hand Held Devices.

1) Go Into Your Devices Settings. Turn On 'Encrypt'.

2) Download/Install' 'CM VPN'.

3) Download/Install 'Incognito Security'.

4) Download/Install 'Cheetah Clean Sweep'.

Follow The Instructions.

You Good To Go.

Anywhere.

Anytime.

Especially In Regards To Public WiFi.

Public WiFi Is A Most Definite Resource For Hackers.

Even Sub Par Hacking Faggots.

How This Works Without Going Into A Technical Tail Spin Is A Simple Technique Called 'Router Hacking'.

Once This Chicken Shit Crime Is Perpetrated, There Is No Turning Back.

If You Have Followed The Above Security Instructions Regarding Hand Held Devices.
No Problemo  Amigos .

By The Time One Realizes They Have Been Hacked.

Way Too Late My Friends.

Another Clue Your Being Hacked Is When You Are Typing In Your Password, That You Know Is Correct & You Receive An Error Message:

'Password Does Not Match'.

Especially After The 2cd Time Password Has Been Engaged.

Chances Are You Are Being Hacked.

Gonna School Ya All In Password Creation.

Never Ever Incorporate Personal Information In Any Password.

Like Dis. In Regards To Password Creation.

Ur?!!!)) (&$#MAmmA&$/%77158!!%)@20

Ya All Copping  Da Drift?

This Long Known To Me Information Is Courtesy Of  My Long Time Dawg & Number One Homie 'Black Dawg' A University Of Arizona Computer Science PHD/Doctorate Degreed Dude.

The Absolute Only Way For All Of You Beautiful Peep's Worldwide  To Communicate With Me Is Through The Comment Area Of This Blog &  This Blogs Corospondinding E-Mail:

'Ryanindadesert@gmail.com.

Desert Love Ya All.

Ryan. Out.