The Jeep ducker gang/clan strikes again!  Moonie stopped at the Flying J and asked them if we could buy four gallons of water, that we see they have a spigot for flushing out RV shit tanks*  They say they don’t charge for water and there’s another spigot on the other side of the lot*  Moonie pulls the car over there because some big oaf that looks like Curly Jefferson (Mighty Boosh) is blocking the pavement while having a private conversation on the cell phone but while announcing it to every public ear yet this same asshole, no doubt, demands their ‘gubment’ maintain their privacy for them*

They drive a big Jeep (and if they’re Barney Google, a song reputes that they have a wife three times their size) and beweeve that ‘Craig Campbell of Soylent Greenfield 45123 never touched you, BOY, so stop telling lies because the Jeep ducker gang is allowed to rape whoever they want’ sort of attitude*  Moonie ignores it and fills her water jugs but we can feel that they’re the type that demands we listen to them while they refuse to hear us*  We put the jugs into the car making sure not to touch their precious Jeep with the door which is a courtesy we extend to any car yet the driver of this one is eyeballing us and trying to find reasons, excuses to start a fight*  Still, we ignore it and get in the car to drive off and since we didn’t react the way they demand with their subtle cues of intimidation, they walk up in between their Jeep and our car so close as we’re trying to reverse out of the parking space that we’re concerned we might run over their foot or bump into them so we stop politely and wait for them to do whatever it is they’re going to do or at least signal that it’s okay to proceed*  All of their other attempts failed to lure us into a conflict so maybe they’re trying to get close to the car so they can say we run over their foot, get some easy money for a new Jeep because these Jeep duckers have a thing about their Jeep getting too old and their losing some kind of social standing because of it* 

They’re so close that we cannot safely maneuver out of the space without them trying to ‘pull a fast one’ so we stop and wait for them to signal us, giving them the benefit of the doubt but they throw that back at us and meanly chort “Are you gonna move or what” and we can feel them seething with ‘nigger-faggot-tranny-queer’ hate and how dare we be in ‘their’ way and inconvenience them so Moonie responds “yeah, yeah, yeah we’re trying to make sure we don’t run into you”*  They continue you seeth and utter no other verbiage but their body language and other gestures speak for them so as we’re backing out we tell them “you gonna die or what” since they’re mean to us and we say it twice because Judge Cynthia Williams has the nerve to tell us twice “you can eat Jesus and get an exorcism” (while I and my corporate body of other I’s protect and cover up for a ritual killer and religious cult that eats the brains of their victims)* Judge Williams might be in I’s-is*

Smile when you say that, 😂*

Moonie drives off and thinks it would be hilarious if ever in another confrontation like that to yell CUT! and then go up to the asshole and say very delicately no, no, no!  Don’t say it like that!  Imagine your Buford Tannen with that “Nobody calls me Mad Dog, you hear!” demeanor and say Yew gunna moove er wut, BOY£  I SAID ARE YEW GUNNA MOOVE ER WUT, BOY£*  

Smile, walk back to the car and yell ROLL ‘EM” as we drive away, 🤣*

This all happens, we think, because the river is gone sour with an algae bloom and the locals are starting to fight over water like the apes at the watering hole in ‘2001: A Space Odyssey’*  We got a few gallons of water at the library from the spigot when they’re closed and stopped in to pay for them by making a donation over and above what they water actually costs them*  We tell them we don’t know their municipal water rates but twenty dollars should cover it and if it doesn’t, let us know*  They tell if the locals see us using that spigot that they might “make a stink over it” and we say we don’t comprehend why it should matter if we pay for it but it’s obviously because that some, like the Jeep ducker, are always looking for a fight, anything to attack nigger-faggot-tranny-queer and feel like a big man while the local Marshal supports and takes their side no doubt*  

So we don’t feel safe to get water there anymore even though we pay them for water before but they refuse to accept payment/donation this time*  You must have to be a local resident who owns real estate on a piece of paper before you can even dare ask to get water as Nancy Mace and squad threaten us if we use their toilet and flush it*  We ask the librarian where the town horse trough and hand pump is but they don’t know!  We asked the post office, the policeman, the fireman, the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker, the newsboy, the green grocer, they didn’t know but the lick-her-store guy: he knew* 🤣 

The public library must be for locals only even though they say it’s public so they must have privatized the libraries, police and other things supposedly public*  This same phenomenon of social distancing based on socio-economic-coroorate-political-beweef-system sex, gender, race, age and such seems to be happening wherever we go*  Again, Moonie suspects it has something to do with lies on paper that cause their brains to be made out of paper*  It’s like they see us as a trouble maker because we refuse to be bullied and be told we’re not allowed to wear those clothes or say those words to a vagina and such and you’ll probably notice that some places use this double standard of speech as a binary prison mechanism to either get ego strokes by being the top dog that demands everybody do things their way or use it as a means to identify, profile, stalk and harass any who dare exercise speech regardless of perceived race, sex, gender and all of that*  Yes, in Soylent Greenfield 45123, some say “yew can’t talk to me that way” and then point to or make some reference to their vagina or other binary reason that speech should be modified depending on whatever binary bullshit they’d demand and impose*  They teach their young this and enforce this programming on them and so shape their growing brains to NOT have free speech and this is why it’s so ironic that they’re also the first to wave American flags and wear them on their lapels while they want everyone to beweeve they’re the defenders of liberty, 🤣*  Isn’t it ironic, don’t you think£ 

Moonie politely stands outside the double doors and waits in the lobby of the post office while we see there are other customers in there and there is not room enough to comfortably get in and wait while also trying to social distance in terms of proximity*  Plus, we’re pretty ripe from Nancy and squad discriminating, threatening us if we use ‘their’ public toilet which attitude spills over into discrimination in labour and housing while they beweeve if they can only keep nigger-faggot-tranny-queer from establishing residence, they won’t have to worry about other things such as sharing a toilet or our shit, piss and blood mixing with theirs in a sewer*  As we smell like a corpse and even though we think it’s fair that they should eat the Babeas Corpus even if only through their nose and eyes as they also gag us and refuse to eat through their ears, we still try to be polite and not force it on them like they force things on us*

We get a reward by being polite about it especially since we’re a visitor and not from ‘these here/hear parts’ and burst into laughter triggered by something we see as we wait in the lobby*  A wall of post office boxes of various sizes all look the same: except for one*  One is highly polished so that the door looks different, stands out from the others as if to purposely draw an eye to it*  That’s when when we notice the number plate and laugh*  It’s 69, 😂*  This opens up other doors such as why is number 69 polished and stands out like that in row after row of post office boxes that all look the same except for the number and size variations£  Did somebody lick the door clean with their tongue, 😂*  That’s sexy and this is a federal or possibly a ‘feederal’ installation built with LBJ’s name on it yet we’re probably more likely to get a response if we ask Kennedy, Marilyn Monroe or Jackie and in the event they won’t tell us, Marilyn Manson will, 🤣*

Moonie wants the worker to know we’re not laughing at them or anybody else when its our turn and we can go in as others leave but only we see something amusing while waiting in the lobby so we tell them we see something that is different while waiting and couldn’t help but to laugh*  They seem interested as to what it could be but we don’t want to spoil it for them so we tell them there is a post office box door that’s polished and shinier than the others and it has a number on it that causes us to wonder why it’s different*  

That’s all we say about it but later we get other jokes about how whoever has that box is not allowed to stick their ‘post’ into it because only the postal employees are allowed to do that on the other side of the wall, 🤣*  They stick post(s) into it and the box holder eats whatever they deposit out of it, 😂*  If all you have is a post office box which requires you also have a residential address, even if you don’t have a ‘box’ on or in it, you have to stick your post into those blue, R2D2 looking pillar boxes in public and, for a fee, the post office will deliver your ‘post’ to another ‘box’ it’s supposed to go in once you transliterate your verbal tongue into written words that lick their eyes and ears as they imagine they hear your voice as they read the words off of a murdered tree who’s had its blood sucked out to make a piece of paper and this might also get their blood flowing downstairs in the region of their ‘box’ but then along comes a local Johnny who wants us to get ‘their’ vaginas all hot and bothered with our words for free so as to get them in the mood so they can stick ‘post’ in the box while we sit on the sidelines and get raped by proxy even though this mechanism and even as we’re raped in ways their laws actually do recognize as rape but refuse to file charges because it’s their good buddy that’s obviously more important than us even as they wave their fucking American flags and say liberty and justice for all and we’re the defenders of liberty, 🤣*  Then, we go to agencies that accept funds to operate with the attachment that they’re not to discriminate, agencies supposedly against rape and sexual assault, and they turn us away with attitudes and words to the effect of ‘get out of here, penis! Rape is for vaginas only!’ and so they also rape us with ideas about how some vaginas beweeve themselves to be better than other vaginas and they need these lesser vaginas to get rapped so these superior vaginas can have jobs and homes, paper friends and paper families and so they’re not having nigger-faggot-tranny-queer spoil their racket for them unless they’re born with a vagina but who identifies as a penis*

That’s what they do to us and continue to do to us by denying their abuse, saying that didn’t happen or having a beweef system that forgives and excuses them if only to push us away because they beweeve a three year old baby who has an innocent public drink out of a condom, Dickens Chucked on a playground is ‘The Devil’, 😂*  Anybody who won’t keep their secrets while they ‘play the system’ is ‘the devil’ in-carne-ate which seems to point to eating meat and or something to do with cars, carriages or suggesting of conveyance but most everything is a conveyance including fiat money and paper*  Even the CARtridges that they load into firearms they demand they’re allowed to have but we’re not, so as to blow their brains out to feed a religious zombie cult, is a conveyance*  For practical definition, ignition of the explosive powder behind a projectile contained within a breach with only one way out should convey the what and why even if they have no control over the when and where due to their abuse and denial*  Besides, they have this perfectly legal religious group that eats brains and as the government denies us due process while others celebrate their ‘superior rights’ over others their culture insists that they hate, this means they’re obligated to feed them so grab the nearest firearm and blow your brains out*  There are starving zombies in Soylent Greenfield 45123 and elsewhere*  Simply imagine it’s Sally Struthers doing a ‘feed the children’ commercial appeal except it’s Elvira or Betty Page with a whip, 🤣*

They force us out of our home with violence but we think we’ll be okay since these agencies accept money/funding on the basis of no discrimination but they influct more rape and abuse on us by doing those things so we’re like the Phoenix Joker and laugh when others demand it’s inappropriate and even in-a-pro-pre-ate is also funny considering we’re a baby who finds genes in Rod-n-berries, Dickens Chucked on a playground while we hear the Beatles sing ‘we all live in a yellow submarine’ as if it’s a quantum nod to acknowledging of the causality but we’re surprised that there are places or some in California who hate those damned, dirty hippies even though it’s their exploitation, lies, abuse and cover ups that cause us to be dirty hippies, damned or otherwise*

We first thought we’d find a hippy commune but there are no public ones that still exist or they’re some kind of religious cults and since beweef systems are directly associated with why we’re forced out onto this road, it makes no sense to surrender to or join up with such so we wonder like a gypsy looking and asking where Queertopia is or where Big Gay Al’s Big Gay Animal Sanctuary is since they actually do have such things as animal sanctuaries and yet it also aggrivates us that Jimmy Carter plants and harvests nuts but then also builds habitats for humanity, not caring about a baby who evolves into Vampyre because of an innocent drink of bloody nuts planted on a playground*  Some who grow out of this causality demand we’re crazy and try to have us locked up or killed so they can all feel safe in their Jbus beweef and other systems but we keep telling them we’re not crazy since a baby being innocently entangled with this semen and whatever other con-cock-shun they put in it are very real and physical forces on multiple energy levels including quantum*  We try to alleviate the tension or fear of something they don’t want to comprehend by their having a beweef system instead of thinking and say we’re not crazy, if anything, we’re nuts and we know that because of the nuts we eat out of a yellow submarine while they all demand privacy and other rights and also beweeving they’re better or superior to a baby who has an innocent drink*  Then they try to have us locked up in the crazy house but it’s like the Phoenix Joker leaving bloody footprints on the floor as they escape from the crazy house when we tell them crazies go to the crazy house and nuts to the nut house and if you try and put a nut in a crazy house, they always get a machine gun and escape (exhibit ‘Suicide Squad’) 😂 so John Nash comprehends that these things come down to different kinds of energy that, while being different should be able to mingle and mix with others in a fair way but it’s only when they with beweef systems or something to gain by telling lies on paper or denying us due process that causes isolation and segregation which should be avoided by anyone and everyone if a considerate liberty, coexistence is their goal*  Besides, having a polite disposition as to maintaining a health social distance of six feet should appeal to Goths at least because the joke is six feet is how deep they bury a corpse, 😂*  Moonie has Mavis, the cute cartoon Vampyre dwelling in her flesh and they want to be heard!

We absolutely loathe going to town for running into these blowhard Jeep duckers and others that seem to covert threaten us by saying “are you gonna move or what’ as it would relate to that particular and immediate situation but also to our proximity to ‘their’ town, ‘their’ vaginas or penises or sheep they fuck when they think or beweeve it’s private, ‘their’ toilets, ‘their’ water hole, ‘their’ county, ‘their’ state, ‘their’ cunt-tree, ‘their’ planet and so on*  Eat a Bay Ruth Ginsberg: it’s chock full of nuts and creamy nougat, 😂*

Moonie arrives in this California while being unable to actually be a part of it due to discrimination by a federal employee at FEMA in Vermont after the flood devastates Montpelier*  The worker called Kim tells us “go to Canada” so when we arrive here and are faced with the same discrimination, we marry the postal abbreviation for California with what Harry Fluglemann says is a Spanish word for ‘nothing’ and so exist in a quasi-state (possibly similar to this state of Jefferson) called CA-Nada since it’s the only Canada we can go to while federal employees discriminate and suggest we forget about all of their abuse and what is owed and simply retreat to Canada because they imply they’re in charge or have authority over us, can violate discrimination laws even at federal levels while being a part of Nancy Mace’s goon squad*  We fly over Honey Lake in a spaceship or condom balloon like Monty Python’s Mongolfier Brothers but who can’t “have a wash” and see it’s a giant pair of tits or chesticles like ‘the Land of Harvey Milk and Honey lake’ wins the Rick and Morty multiverse SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT contest’ for the biggest tits in the wet T-shirt contest and the giant heads leave the planet*

Suzie has got some big tits over near Susanville and if you knew Suzie like eye know Suzie*** What they’d also have us dismiss as coincidence concerning these ginormous wet tits, chesticles or whatever is cow signage along the volcanic legacy road from Susan to McCloud and as you climb up the slope from Susan, they seem to fight over Suzie’s tits because we thought it odd that there is signs indicating free range cows moving about but the signs are on the wrong side of the road when compared with how they normally display these signs and alternate between left and right as you go along and so it’s all sort of like a National or Gnashional Lampoons/pontoons/cartoons poontang Vulcan vacation or something, 😂* It’s like the charge of the tit brigade: titties to the right of them, titties to the left of them, titties in front of them, shined and squirted, stormed at with nipples aswell, into the jaws of death, into the mouth of hell ride the six hundred*

We’re sick of being threatened and attacked by they who steal our property and defense, murder our character while financial institutions steal our identity and all of it with lies on paper while they all beweeve they’re superior and have special rights to bully us and push us away as if they’re measuring if their local so called authorities will sponsor and back them in it based on binary politics, binary beweef system or other things binary*  So, it hurts nobody to yell CUT and then do as we described and then as we roll away shout ROLL ‘EM since they all act like we’re upstaging them simply by being here or anywhere* We see it’s all a show and try to keep them laughing as we go*Moonie muses that they might also be talking about a bowel movement when they say “are you gonna move or not” because we tried to have a poop before going to town but wasn’t able to squeeze much out, 😂* Is it a game£ They can’t move a piece on the board or throw the dice unless we move£ We’ve been telling them all along ‘checkmate’, ‘check (our) mate’ and ‘cheque, mate’ but they deny they lost, deny relationships and refuse to pay the liability, reparations and other things so maybe they really can’t move in any way unless we do, including having a poop* We operate within or around the idea that even if they break their laws and others don’t care to enforce them, so called human law is overpowered by physics and so any individual, corporate group or body that unfairly discriminates, fires us from our labour (‘Bentonville Barbie’ and others) or otherwise injures us when they don’t like our words, clothes or other things finds it more and more difficult to do their jobs or even exist without drugs, cocaine, heroin and such so even though we can’t get a ‘blow job’ running coke, they’re dependant and need it while whoever is able to move it gets rich from it* One ‘movement’ of a Chopin Sonata is marked ‘Grave’ so saying “are you gonna die or what” is a fair response*

If it’s games they want to play, you don’t have to shoot your load every time you stick your log-in* Is that where matrix babies come from, stick your log in and (shoot) a load (the game£

We think it’s fair to tag our posts with ‘sex’ along with other tags because Robert California says everything is sex in ‘The Office’, 😂* We could almost swear we see Robert California at Starbucks in ‘What chew talkin’ ’bout Williston’ Vermont* They must have left Scranton and said fuck it, let’s go to Vermont, 🤣* There’s a souvenir T-shirt: ‘Fuck it: let’s go to Vermont’* It should give ‘Let’s go Brandin’ a run for their money*