
u/shade_tree_socrates

Be the change you want to see in this world!
They say you cant recapture that first buzz.
You would be surprised what you could do if you put your mind to it.
CAM: Support your local female owned cannabis provider.
They care for anything they truly care about. Even better. They're patient enough to allow the plant to truly mature.
Women are weird like that.
These other providers are like most of us men. Short sighted AF!
Happy Mothers Day
(CAM: thank you for what you do!)
I felt the kiss when I saw the mist: nothing more dangerous than a true believer
True Story:
All of them! Every account is simply my account. It's not an excuse. It's evidence!
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My audience has always been the police.
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Revolution is an inside job.
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I wish I could say I knew the end from the beginning. I only know my Mom told me to do it.
And here we are!
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[Support your local female owned cannabis company, because I know, women care for anything under their care. And those who don't get that often end up like my Dad.]
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But I was fortunate enough to not only spend time with my Mom, but all her friends.
That may explain why my psychosis is so low. I was surprised too, because Im a mess.
I realized every question was given in a woman's voice and Im not mad at women.
Even though my Dad taught me to never hit a woman (and that was an improvement for sure, he also tried to say he could lay hos meaty hands on any woman who laid her hands on me.
I knew that shit wasnt right.
But now I know why.
His Mom was as big a piece of shit as his Father.
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Luckily, my mom was the kindest person my Dad ever met.
He told me that when I was 50. My parents had been divorced for 20 years.
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One day I will dedicate a post to the Haven family who gave me the opportunity to heal.
But for now.
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My safe haven. Reduce.
it was Easter Sunday 2013. I was at a local hospital waiting for the 12-step meeting to start. My Mom was calling.
She sounded drunk.
I was patient. Not because I was used to it. Ive never seen or heard of her being more than buzzed if even on a yearly basis. Being a social drinker wouldn't even apply.
I just listened.
She was calling to tell me that ....
That was the last time we spoke.
She was worried, but not about her.
She was calling to tell me she loved me and what was going on.
She would be put in a medically induced coma later that day or the next.
That was the last time we spoke.
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That was the same day I would meet Teddy and Darla. Eddie.
Later.
Meghan. Theresa. Debbie. Their families.
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Eddie loved the ladies and by the way his family treated me, I can tell they loved him too.
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Teddy, Darla and I would end up moving in with Theresa. Less than a week after Eddie died.
The dogs and I had it made.
My Dad had been sucking off the beer of Caesar since before I was born.
I received the financial benefit of a kid whose Dad didnt understand love and only valued money. You would think he would have found a better way to get it.
In hos words, he was part of the Rich Man's Gang.
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I was raised by a different gang.
Women who lived on an Air Force Base.
While Dads were working, at that time, I was learning how to communicate. Not some cultural BS about hiding my emotions and acting tough.
Showing my emotions. All of them.
It's so tough, these dummies cant do it.
And when you do it, they are so uncomfortable they try to shame you.
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This isnt the diatribe of a beta or false bravado of a made up concept about Alphas.
Unless you want to talk about Omegas.
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Before Moses was I am.
Thats a principle.
Not a divine revelation.
Unless you also know it includes you.
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"You cant just tolerate people. You have to accept them."
But thats an impossible task when you were raised like my Dad.
That womb must have been a nightmare.
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My Mom gave me something I hadn't ever experienced. A family.
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Then I saw that video of a young woman in handcuffs being body slammed by the police.
My Mom was no longer alive.
My inability to let that go would rip apart both pf my families. At least permanently separate me from them. The Havens are good people.
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I had read about that girl in the hippie paper.
Saw the video.
Got a few ideas playing on what Police feared the most. Seen the terror in. Temple Terrace Police Officers eyes.
Those guys dont show fear.
Apparently they were afraid of Marshall.
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Police officers are kind of dumb.
Nobody noticed that all of Marshall's Facebook friends were black dudes that had probably made the news.
15? 20? Not many.
His family.
His kids.
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All these dummies - the Police - know is what their records on Marshall show.
If he was that guy, we never qould have hung out. Larry was black. I never asked about the awful symbol or why he was hanging out witj a black guy.
Military folks are poor.
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So I had all of this anger towards my Dad.
Im angrier than ever that everyone is excusing this piece of shit laying more than his hands on a female. Cops that lied.
I cant tolerate this.
I wont accept it!
But your Mom ...
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That's right!
My Mom
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I had an idea. The number one idea was protection from a Gang who proved they wouldnt snitch.
Trump was making the news for stirring up hate. That vile group Marshall was a part of - the same group he broke free from without protective custody - was the number one threat as far terrorists go in this country.
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I also knew that my way of bringing attention to this cause would destroy my life.
Thats when it happened.
Me. Darla. Teddy.
Upstairs in my room.
Theresa house.
Me contemplating.
Sitting on the edge of the bed.
Once you do this.
You cant turn back.
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Call it what you want.
I saw an aberration.
About 5' 1" tall.
Hovering so close to me.
I saw the mist.
I felt the kiss.
On the sidw of my cheek.
Teddy had lovingly pressed hos nose against my cheek. It felt like my Mom's kiss.
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I know!
Spiritual experiences are weird.
Im just telling you what I believe.
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One day.
Brother will be divided from brother.
Fathers will rise up against their sons.
Mother's against daughters.
A lie so great the believers will be following Satan.
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Wut?
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I dont know.
Donald Trump is the Father of Lies.
And my Mom remains the kindest person I ever met.
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The problem for the police is I actually like an asshole just like my Dad.
And I believe my Mom told me to do it.
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What I didnt know?
If this goes down, I am simply one of many "John the 'baptists'" crying in the wilderness.
If it goes down.
Break Luigi out of prison.
Thats the only politician I trust.
The rest of them are weak willed beanies.
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You have rights because you breathe.
Fuck the powers that be.
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My Mom told me to tell you that!