A new YouTube channel Moonie stumbles on that, if you can wade in through the bat shit into this cave near Reno, you find giant skeletons with red hair, duck decoys similar to the rubber ducks that a faction within a so-called ‘Jeep Community’ proudly display on, in and around their vehicles (which could point to a quantum variable of tribal affiliation including religious beweef systems opposed to physics reality)*  That particular video is in there somewhere on that channel and you’ll have to donate little bit of detective work before you find it as we’re not going to provide a direct link to it to stimulate buzz on that frequency/wavelength when Britannia rules the waves 🇬🇧*  Some other videos we mention here and catalogue a response or comment to its contents, if for no other reason, to catalogue our verbiage on one platform as a proof: like a coin stuck to verify origin and to exhibit if it’s altered and distributed counterfeitly on other platforms and networks and this is one of the powers of having your domain in cyberspace, by paying for it as opposed to accepting ‘free space’ in an ad polluted realm of one religion attacking another and while those institutions deny their abuse of us, rig the public institutions to deny us due process of those systems while they who control them deny us residency and so also the ability to vote as they do; this as they also discriminate and deny us labour, housing, defense and other things they demand belong exclusively to them and yet they’d also deny us speech with redaction, modification or gag us altogether*

Another reason Moonie does this is because we’ve noted a repeating pattern in the humans that indicates catastrophes, paradigm shifts, extra dimensional and alternate reality incursions that have the same magnitude as what is suggested by Arthur C Clarke the film character played by John Lithgow who with an abacus travels through infinity and returns wearing 31,622 (or 3 won sexy tu-tu) and by this numerical sequence, has the power to control Hal 9000 or any AI manifestation programmed by humans who refuse to utilize such tech to make reparations for their wrongs against other humans, humanoids, trees they murder to have lies on paper that encourages segregation, isolation, further victimization of those who they’ve wounded and murdered in pursuit of private gain that is out of balance with their investment in public trust and civic obligation with disregard for their own well being and with the well being of others deemed as benign of lesser priority*

Moonie’s insights from being there at the Serpent include a feeling of euphoria as if the geomagnetic anomalies somehow alter the perception of the brain by interfering with the usual bio-electrical impulses of the physiology when outside of this particular area of influence* The brain and connected organs, tissues and such grows and evolves within this magnetic field of various density, frequency and other variables and so to move within this area of fluctuations of magnetic and other energy fields that are obtuse or otherwise diverted from surrounding ‘norms’ seems to evoke a phenomenon that some with religious beweef systems and practices are inclined to describe as ‘spiritual’ with the constraints and specific patameters of their various beweef system influences* We do not deny things such as quantum echos, waveform accumulations and such resonating within the area of the magnetic and other energy anomalies but we do not dismiss them as something magical but rather an invocation to identify how all of these various energies converge, interact and disperse at this juncture*

It impressed upon us or suggested by such contemplation and consideration that the area produces a phenomenon not too dissimilar from what some might fantastically describe as a ‘stargate’, interdimensional gateway/corridor to other realms, dimensions, other planes of existence and reality for lack of better explanation*

For example, one recollection of an experience while visiting there we impart as a simple story that may have interpretations and explanations beyond our ability to process and analyze on our own which lends an importance to sharing stories with others in a neutral and social way that they might see things in them that we miss or do not see and that is a condition of a monument that is built by a collective endeavor with a unified purpose: an example of Democracy in the Americas existing parallel to the Greeks and others and the story or parable as some call them is this:

Moonie is walking around the perimeter of the serpent, defying the states suggested signage that seems to demand or indicate a direction all visitors must follow even though it’s not an offense punishable by their paper laws if you go around the opposite direction* We get about midway the body of the serpent and notice a path going down towards the body of the also snaking avenue of the creek and feel compelled to explore the rocks along the shore so we further deviate from the ‘official’ path*

We don’t get too far into the treeline before we notice many spiders have built their webs between the trees over the path, temporarily closing it* We try to find a way through without disturbing or knocking down their webs but there are too many so we think the spiders are trying to tell us not to go down there: yet* It’s like they’re communicating, trying to show us that their reproductive and other cycles are active and so we show them consideration for not disturbing their home*

We reflect on that and consider that the so called mighty humanoid of various sizes and with beweef systems that put their interests before not only the smaller creatures but also other humanoids they see as less than themselves, their families of blood and corporate agreements murder trees to vote with paper while the birds, bats, spiders, bees and etcetera have no voice on paper unless a we have consideration for them and yet they speak in these various different ways*

Moonie finds a remnant stone associated with the impact: an alien rock not of this world that queerly is the size and shape of a humanoid heart through from an impact said to predate known human existence on this planet*   The rock also has  anomalous magnetic properties and is a molten conglomeration of different material, some bluish in hue and some yellowish and these yellow globs look like animal shapes: a turtle and a swan that also has the shape of the eye of Horus but then Moonie sees patterns in many rocks*

O m’eye Goth! Fighting amongst religious beweef systems are the cause of the black death in all forms that anything described as ‘black’ could assume including allusions attributed to race, colour (at cats, humanoids and other things) not caused by so much as it is directed by CHURCHES and yet, in very ironic and laughable way, this attempt by so called man to have laws contrary to the various components of a mechanized cosmos is met with quantum and other PHYSICS laws that destroy mainly all beweevers who would systematically exterminate cats by future of unconsidered consequence of reliance of directives being issued directly through an uncompromising church authority who is so far removed consideration of ‘the god’s that their own inability to accept their own guilt (at the promise of redemption from a savior other than a cat, 🤣, meow, meow) causes their brains to be fogged, their decisions to be based on faulty assumptions contrary to these cosmic mechanics and (in effect) ritually slaughter their own ‘human flock’ who did not find more fairness within themselves, their communities and other constructs could also not see it or revere such in a cat who is a vital member of their system, THIS IS THE ABSOLUTE PINNACLE OF IRONY, JUSTICE: and so would naturally be considered also an object.of humor to those who still attend the great forums and theatres ‘Of What Survives the Cosmic Blender’ of being chewed up and spit out by cosmic kitty cats like the Ragnarok!

Immemorium of Moonie’s “be-lava’d” kitty cat friend and companion ‘Spot’ aka Meowhisker Crowley* Moonie misses you but we know you’re not dead!

And on a final note of comedy and for example of instructing the youth of what remain, Moonie says “Remember, children: those who eat pussy off of turnips should not forget their honorable and noble companions especially when they cannot find these attributes in humans and if that is the only message the church has to offer, then the aristocracy would have a reason never to forget it!

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Moonie stops into the Flying J and sees the Coke truck, Lorry if you’re British and Larry McMurtry says Lorry is a whore in ‘Lonesome Done’*  Everytime you see the Coke delivery vehicle, you can ‘get a bump’ when you go back onto the ‘high’-way and see those little white lines zipping by*  What you do is put the window down and stick your head out a little bit to snort one up as you’re motoring along*  Cum away with we, Lucille in our merry Oldsmobile!  What a body!  It’s all streamlined with a little spare tire behind!

While waiting in line at the Flying J, some guy is talking loudly on their smartphone saying something about how they enjoyed ‘fellowshipping’ with them, terminates that call and then engages in a conversation with the clerk while they’re serving another customer!  They must want some hot, three way TRANS action but they don’t cum out and say it openly*  It must be something to do with not being able to get a boner of it’s not covert, disguised as something else and this seems to have something to do with their demand for privacy, private property and other things private while they deny such privacy to others, steal our personal and private property with lies on paper while also bribing and influencing judges and ‘their’ system to deny us due process*

Yes, they stand there gabbing to the clerk having this menage a trois while fiddling with Cinnabon cakes in boxes on the shelf next to the counter, 🤣 and that’s kinda funny if you think about it*  Dagwood Bumstead and Blondie goes to College and one thing Dagwood learns there is that ‘sincere’ means ‘without worms’* As the professor describes it, sin means without and cere is worms, 😂 so now enter the homophone of cin in ‘Cinnabon’ and bon is good but here’s that homophone that suggests that sin/cin means ‘without’ and Cin-sin-ate-us (Cincinnatus) is famous for their three way chili*  Cincinnatus must be friends with Caligula and Claudius as one or other other of them must give Cincinnatus a ‘Gold Star’ for their eating the ‘Skyline’ blocked by P&G, 5/3 Bank and other skyscrapers*

Yes, Moonie is amused (to offset her irritation) at this character fiddling with ‘Cinnabon’ cake boxes while having this ‘three way’ and yet the customer having this transaction either didn’t seem to care or is unaware of what they’re doing*  The guy fiddling with and moving around these ‘boxes’ (which is sland for vaginas) is wearing a shirt with a company logo on it but it’s not Cinnabon so why are they molesting these boxes while having a three way£  Besides which, the ‘gubment’ demands you be responsible for your security of your transactions and so, on quantum and other energy levels, your bank card and other financial information is being compromised in different ways if you do not insist that these sort of ‘three ways’ are not welcome while you’re trying to TRANS, have a transaction that usually only involves you and the clerk yet they get defensive and act innocent when we catch them at this and ask them politely (even though we’d rather slice and dice) to stay out of our transaction as we’re fucked up enough as it is already without them piling on top of us like it’s a fucking dog pile at a football game*  Baby still has the ball and is running and, no matter what they do, they can’t stop us because they deny us due process to protect their own privacy and interests*

Moonie writes this story from the parking lot of a Post Office in the old West California in the mountains and they have a placard on the building that reads this is the site of a saloon (and no doubt brothel)*  We know where the somewhere is so ‘somewhen’ we know Lorry and Gus is upstairs going at it and we wonder if they ever hear the bedpost knocking against the wall upstairs while they’re downstairs sorting other kinds of posts*  This is also the famous post office we notice box number 69 seems to be different from the others in that it’s polished and stands out*  Why that is in this somewhen, we don’t know unless it has to do with another somewhen*  Somewhere is a perfectly legitimate word so why is there a problem with somewhen, somewhy, somewho and such£

Moonie hasn’t written much lately*  We’re for-tea miles from nowhere and would be plum or plumb back in the sticks if they hadn’t murdered many of the trees*  Moonie asks Google AI, House of Gemini, about weather data and other information of the locale*  There is a great basin along the river valley and many glacier melt and other streams casacde down this Shasta and so Moonie gets the feeling that something is wrong, something is different between two or more quantum dimensional incursions that is causing one or more somewhens to not sync up with each other and we suspect it has something to do with the murdered trees*  A place further along near the coast, a logging company goes in there and cuts down giant Bigfoot trees and went bust doing it, didn’t even make a profit as many of the trees fragment and splinter when they hit the ground*

We see this great basin full of fog, full of soup in the spring and ask Google AI about weather data*  AI says (paraphrasing) that it isn’t uncommon for the basin to be foggy and filled with that thick soup before they murder the trees*  Of course, Moonie prompts this by feeding information into the conversation with the machine about katabatic winds flowing like a river down though the dry creek beds and how it feels like you’re getting a brain freeze from eating ice cream too fast but all over, not only the head*  Moonie imagines if the trees were still here, that canopy would hold the moisture in under it and this would flow like at river down into the basin bowl and they’d have that soup more often than they do anymore*  The farm and other land use in the basin loses all of that moisture simply because they cut the trees off of the mountain*

Moonie is trying to revive some of the dead streams and creeks by building small ‘check dams’ about every foot in elevation change*  The idea is that the water is slowed by these and has a chance to soak into the surroundings and water table instead of cutting deeper gashes into the land*  As the area becomes hydrated, the streams will run for longer throughout the season instead of drying up with the goal being that they do not dry out at all eventually*  Springs will open up further downstream when the water table rises and this water filters through the rock*  Plants and trees take root along the streams and spread out making homes for birds and other creatures and with water to bathe and drink*  It’s an ambitious goal but it’s not like we can do much or anything else when Walmart Barbie hates us for being transgender and fires us for refusing to change out of these ‘girl clothes’*  Walmart refuses to allow us to complain of wrongful dismissal and threatens l, influences workers at the Department of Labour to push us out of the way and also refuses to allow us to lodge a complaint against the big, bad Walmart so fuck you all, we are not subject to your laws and will find labour doing whatever the fuck we want to do*  Let’s see Bentonville Barbie move a boulder weighing 6 tonnes or more*  Flutter your huge, fake eyelashes and say “don’t forget about five stars”, Barbie*  Moonie is still wearing her skirts, bras and panties even though we haven’t worn heels in a bit, what with being pushed out of Nazi Barbie’s so called civilization with Walmart’s genocide machine*  Don’t forget about six stars, you worthless plastic cunt; you and your Stepford Wife and old Christian bag entourage that takes your side because you all have vaginas*  Hey Puritans, you burned the wrong witches!  When you think about it, that’s how all witch-hunts go: the nasty, conglomerate witches fear their victims and so accuse them of being witches whereupon the group they’re a part of promptly finds other things to accuse them of, things they cannot explain because they don’t fit neatly into their beweef systems*  Kill your innocent neighbor, steal their labour and land, murder a tree so you can own it on a piece of paper when the government sells it for taxes and the best part is that you have a church and beweef system that forgives you so long as the church also gets wealthy*  Jbus forgives you, 🤣*

Moonie pretends we work for the WPA or other depression era agency to heal the land*  The humans and their government are content to deny their abuse of us, deny us civil due process so we naturally arrive at the fair conclusion that the humans must die so that the birds and such can have safe spaces*  Nancy Mace and ilk threaten us if we use a public toilet, say it’s their public toilet and their safe space which amounts to making it a private space*  They fiddle with the laws which causes Moonie and others to be transgender as they deny us civil due process and their abuse*  We change in part because of their abuse, not only of us but of the paper they abuse, the trees they murder to take advantage*  We’re displaced from our home with acts of domestic terrorism sponsored and supported by them: this United States of America ‘Donkey Kongress’ (that’s what Moonie calls it because they play it like it’s a game) and unable to establish residency to vote*  They continue to deny their abuse which only makes things worse and it’s why we say their elections don’t matter as they’re only beweef system elections*  They, with acts of discrimination, deny us notary service so we say if those seals don’t work for us they do not work for any and the problem with that is they can’t certify and election without those seals and that’s why we assert that they have make beweeve elections*  None stand up for us on that ‘Hill’ but when they do, Nancy says they’re not allowed to use the toilet: finds ways to get rid of any opposing voice even by threatening them if they use ‘their’ public toilet*

Moonie hasn’t given up on her heels but this terrain and labour makes it difficult to wear heels*  This while Nancy Mace and Walmart Barbie find ways to seggeregate and remove us from ‘their’ society*  We have an idea to have a 3d print shop make a removable sole for our boots: similar to those combination rubber/plastic composite condoms like what go around your smartphone as a protective case but the idea here is they slide over the sole of your regular old boots magically transforming them into sexy, clip-clop platform heels*  When you go to town, you can slip these on and go prancing around the shops to remind everybody who forgot that you see a lady first with your ears before you do with your eyes*  Charlie Chaplin admits they have this difficulty when motion pictures go to talkies: the difference between the sound of the door closing on a Rolls Royce and a Model-A*  This is not to demean the Model-A but only to insist there is a difference*

There are other sounds that are satisfying too like the sound of a 6 tonne boulder moving as if in slow motion at first then to crash fifty feet into a casm along with a cloud of dust as the ground shakes and a thunder echoes through the canyon*  If there are any little bugs, lizards or spiders and such that get wounded or killed because of this, we direct and quantum and other consequences to fall on Nancy Mace and others who deny us rights, labour, housing and other things*  That’s not to say we’re about wanton destruction except when eating wantons*  We wouldn’t be here in this place if not for the domestic terrorism openly broadcast by Nancy Mace and others so naturally, whatever harm we might do falls on their heads whereas whatever things we do to help will increase lizard, bugs, spiders, birds and other populations*  More birds, less humans*  We are Mickey Moone and we approve this message, 🤣*

We think about how a running stream  connects an ocean to a glacier: how electrical and other phenomenon travel  this trickle up, down and through, how the Bigfoot trees on the coast talk the the trees and other things on the mountain through this medium*  They don’t divert any of this water to cities, it only cuts gorges and dumps into the ocean where these other kinds of electrical and other transactions happen when fresh water dumps into salt water and it does it violently in spurts*  We’ve commented on the sensation of being immersed in the salty fog along the coast and how this medium seems to connect the humans, animals, trees and other things there into a sort of psionic network of telepaths*  We see a correlation in violence and other dissolution in those populations whenever the density of this electric fog changes drastically such as when the runoff from the mountains purges into the ocean after heavy rains or prolonged glacial melt and so see that a constant trickle flowing from the mountains is more balanced that sporadic outbursts*  The sedimentary deposits flushed into the rivers also changes the bio electrical and other properties of the estuaries*  We know more about toilets and flushing than Nancy Mace could ever begin to imagine*  When the mountain takes a shit, they feel it in the coastal cities in all of these very real and different ways and we’re not crazy for suggesting these psionic environments conducive to the development of telepathic and such abilities: those things are very real but they with beweef systems would rather murder trees and deny their abuse with a beweef in a deity that conveniently forgives and empowers them to disrupt or otherwise control evolution even as they’d also deny evolution and this when their actions are a primary cause of such and so their culture rapes and murders the land if only so a few chosen human families can say they own all of it and they’ve got a piece of paper that proves it all belongs to them (but Jbus forgives them for what they had to do to get it)*  You’re a crazy tranny, they mock!  Telepaths are science fiction and I know that because my sky daddy and bible tells me so, 🤣*  You don’t have to beweeve to eat the pain, torments, anguish, suffering and other things your lies would cause us*  They even go as far as to weopnize these environmental properties even as they deny they exist!  Imagine the deed holders and paper property owners of cities on the coast that benefit and thrive from this psionic environment by corporate control of it*  They’re highly polarized which manifests into binary political squables for control of such an environment EVEN AS THEY ALL GO TO CHURCH AND DENY IT! 

Gotta get rid of those heathens that don’t go to our church, they say!  They’re a threat to our beweef system!  Never mind our abuse of them because Jbus forgives us that so we can forget it, they say*  Moonie witnesses this by interaction with paper employees at a government office when they tell us our food benefit was not approved because we missed an appointment and we’d have to reapply yet we know they’re lying because we have this plastic healthcare card (nevermind we can’t actually use it to consult with a physician because we’re unhoused and can’t establish residency) but we do have it: and the interview/appointment to get it is the same as for the food benefit SO it’s impossible we missed the appointment or we would not have it!  We very patiently and calmly tell them this as we hold this card*  We sense a wave of panic flow through the workers in the office through this psionic network (this is on the coast)*  They dismiss our rational plea and say to murder a tree and fill out a paper form, reapply*  We refuse to do as they demand and walk away*  As soon as we leave their office, the pigs are hot on our trail and don’t think or beweeve that this is a coincidence because we know and can prove that as these office workers cover up their discrimination and abuse for one another, they’re corporate networks pick up on their distress that they’ve been caught and via their subscription and other mechanics, amplify and send out a danger signal to others in their political and other beweef system networks (and this also while immersed within this psionic fog along the coast) and subconsciously or otherwise influences other members of the group to stalk, profile, target and attack us and, when you have a badge and beweeve you have authority over us and also beweeve you’ll be promoted or otherwise rewarded or offered incentive for doing what the equivalent of Stepford Wives (except here they’re Westworld robots) demand, you’ll misuse you office same as these workers to get rid of that tranny problem, that tranny who not only knows they’re lying but also refuses to surrender to them and do as they’re told*

Moonie had to leave the area after that, forced yet again out of an area on financial and other threat by so called authority and office workers who hate us for being transgender*  Their goal was to threaten and intimidate us with these financial and other threats to get rid of us, push us out of ‘their’ county*  We are so disappointed to find that behavior anywhere in this place they call California regardless of their so called red Republican or blue Democrat status or affiliation*  Now we feel like we can’t ever go back there, not even to visit or spend four hundred twenty million Guineas adjusted for inflation for the first financial quarter of one nine ate tea one/won*  That’s okay, they treat us as if we’re nothing while, in Vermont, FEMA Kim also discrimates and says “go to Canada” so we’ll keep our wealth and prosperity in CA-NADA as we marry the postal abbreviation for California with the Spanish word for nothing even if Chevy Chase thinks nada is a light, chicken gravy, 🤣*  What’s really amusing is that Kim-burley but Kim hates us for being a sissy and being born with a penis, but Kim-burley, 🤣 and that’s the attitude we get from them: they beweeve they’re allowed to be born with a vagina and secretly identify as a penis but not the other way around for their victims*  Also, they beweeve Jbus forgives them, no doubt and here is FEMA Kim in Vermont with a thick, southern accent as if Nancy Mace sent them there to demand we stop using Vermont’s public toilets and go to Canada*  We call upon deities such as Apollo, Neptune and even Mister Nimbus (Rick and Morty) to send many devistaing hurricanes to the Carolinas and when they go to FEMA, have a tranny there that tells them to go to hell or something, 🤣 in a voice like the Coneheads, 😂*  Hurry, Cain, hurry!  We think they might be getting election and erection confused*  We don’t give a toss about their beweeve system elections anymore as, if we have to chose between elections or erections, we’d rather have erections: stiff cocks, nipples, clits and such*  Stiff Upper Lip, Jeeves*

Why do we say more birds, less humans£  Because the humans all clusterfuck together into groups of one or more socio-economic-political-beweef systems, demand they have authority and rights while they abuse us, take away and forbid us defense against them, deny us opportunity in anything fair and so encourage us to be of the mindset to massacre churches with guns and bombs, all of that shit like they feed you in their so called news outlets when Moonie only wants to get away from all of them who say their survival and their families and their toilets are more important than a baby they hold prisoner in a closet and rape ever since we’re three*  We’re not surrendering to them or their lying, racist systems but we can be servants to the birds, show them kindness by putting out water in places where water is scarce because the humans aren’t happy raping the baby but want to rape the land too while their ‘chosen’ vaginas group together in solidarity to have rape jobs and exclaim that you cannot be raped if you’re born with a penis while they say their vaginas are special but also want subgroups of lesser vaginas to be raped so they can all have superior vaginas and these rape jobs*  The birds and rocks and trees and such are Moonie’s friends, Moonie’s niggas*  We think these superior vaginas do these things to try and put us off being a lady because they demand they’re born with a vagina and so have some divine right to define what a woman is but we remind them that once they are called “young lady” but instead of growing to be a lady, they want to be ‘woman’*  No woman is going to define what a lady is to us and so we’ll wear the clothes and we don’t care if you don’t like it while you collectively assemble to deny not only your rape of us but also the rape done to us by ‘your’ trained and whiped penises*  We know your systems built on lies are doomed to fail*  If a conglomeration of vaginas takes sides with a racist, brain eater who ritually kills other vaginas simply because the killer is also born with a vagina and conveniently targets and kills these ‘lesser vaginas’ who will not be controlled by them which makes them a threat to their rape jobs and beweef systems, then these vaginas should not have a womb to birth more of their ilk into this world*  Hysterectomies all round*

We’re already starting to see the difference in the surrounding terrain from building the check dams yet the stream is still dry*  Moonie thinks it’s quantum mechanics impacting the surroundings as a prequel to show us that our work means something even if we never get back this way to see it fully blossom, see the creek run, accumulate and pool*  Still, the plan, if there is one, is to monitor the progress and make further improvements such as sow grass and flower seeds to provide root structure*  Moonie thought it would be cool to rent an off road dirt bike as they don’t rent horses but it’s expensive and we might be better off getting an electric bike, maybe if the more robust off road type so we can park the car and get further up the streams because a lot of work is done fixing the roads to make them passable*  Moonie doesn’t mind fixing the roads but we could be doing other things and most of the characters who have all terrain vehicles we encounter could be of a mind to find a downed log and tie it to the back of their Jeeps and such like a road grader to knock down the center high spots but Moonie has to do everything*  We find a log and fix a heavy rock to it with wire and also chisel grooves around it to fix a strong Paracord to, then tie a loop for a carabineer quick release to attach to the rear of Moonie’s car; one on each side and one shorter than the other so that the material will follow the grade in the direction it needs to go*  The cord breaks after a few uses so we use wire instead but it makes the road easier to navigate so that vehicles with low clearance don’t bottom out in the center*  This technique seems to work on this particular road that has a lot of fine volcanic sand that accumulates in the middle*  We have never once seen these Jeeps and Land Rovers be considerate and think of anybody other than themselves but that’s the atmosphere: me, me, me and get out of MY way and MY toilet*

Strange: Moonie finds a huge boulder in the middle of the creek bed that looks like a crude throne (seat, not a toilet) and we use it to rest when we’re working in that area*  it almost looks purposely but crudely carved as there is also a triangle shape cut into it like a cup holder or something that’s full of gravel and rocks which could indicate a water level of that high at some point, somebody but it there or it collected from debris falling from the cliffs*  Pebbles swirling around on a rock don’t usually carve triangle shapes*  We observe a few strange rocks that Moonie is calling Harley rocks because they’re black and red*  They look sort of like leopard coats except of black and red*

It’s gotten cold and breezy and they’re issuing freeze warnings but no snow at this elevation though the mountain is shrouded in clouds*  There is a punky blue bird with a huge, black Mohawk or punk style hairdoo that stops by to get a drink where we put out water for them*  In addition to making the ‘nyeah!’ should like the other big blue birds, this one also make the sound like a screeching eagle as if it’s imitating the eagle to scare away foes as it hops down branches to get a drink*  Moonie doesn’t know for sure, only that it makes this sound*

We don’t know what to do about tags for the car*  We wrote to the DMV repeatedly telling them that their online system would not allow us to pay to renew the tags but they don’t have an answer except go to one of their business locations which we cannot do because we’re on the west coast now but still unable to establish residency due to discrimination and the continued denial of abuse by these socio-economic-political-beweef system humans who say that Jbus forgives them while they’d demand we accept that and also surrender to their god and political bullshit*  What they do is protect each other*  They’ve got state or federal jobs and beweeve their system will never fail even as they cause it’s failure with discrimination and abuse but here’s where their families and churches come in: they exploit and abuse us, deny it, go to church and get forgiven, push us away with further denial and abuse because their church/state system is only for them and others they can control so what do they do but push us away to a place that we cannot go to their business office and wait in line to get tags and the only reason we get the tags is so the pig pigs can’t use that as an excuse to target and harass us and they church/state workers in the DMV and other offices know this and so they purposely refuse to allow us remote renewal through their website because they also beweeve that if they push their victims far enough away from them, another jurisdiction and it’s own church/state beweef system will use expired tags as an excuse to threaten, target, harass and exploit*  They’re all playing the same game, say they have authority but Moonie asserts that they cannot have any authority as they refuse us civil due process and incite the populus to acts of domestic terrorism against us*  They’re all terrorists that beweeve Jbus forgives them*  They cannot say we didn’t try to pay their goddamed fees for tags if only so the pig pigs could not use that as an excuse to force us off the road*  We have no home*  Moonie’s car is her only safe place to rest*  If they take our car, Moonie will go into the mode of yes sir, no sir how high sir for a little bit: bide our time until we can get cl at of their beweef system authority, play along, play their game and then find the nearest gun store and if they won’t sell us a machine gun, we’ll stake out the joint and watch to see when the best time for smash and grab is, grab what we need, hitchhike, walk, ride a bus, whatever we have to do to get to Washington*  If they won’t leave us be even after all of the shit they’ve done to us, that’s what we have to do*  Moonie shouldn’t have to invest and amount of though or consideration for that sort of thing but we’re not surrendering or forgiving these bastards and they can shove their Christmas, Thanksgiving and other holidays up their arses and vagina holes*  A bunch of motherfucking Christians or other beweef systems  conspire to build every system to perpetually abuse and injure their victims, protect the abusers*  Freedom of religion now includes ritually killing an innocent teenage girl and eating her brains and so the other beweef systems protect the cult because they know that if they do not, their religious so called fweedom collapses also*  A judge disarms us without due process, steals our personal property and defense to sell at auction and tells us “you can eat Jesus and get an exorcism”*  They all lie for and protect each other*  They make it impossible to be in compliance with their regulations if only so that another so called authority can use this as an excuse to take more when they’ve yet to answer for what they’ve already taken!  We’re not playing that game!  WE ARE NOT SUBJECT TO YOUR LAWS!