Missive From ‘Merica: Tits Up Timing…

I am expecting a missive from The Okie Devil, Dear Reader…

*/puffs out cheeks… Any sign yet, Clicky…*

*Oh okay…*

I don’t know when it will be here, or what will be in it, but whilst we’re waiting, let me take this opportunity to mention some weirdness that I’ve noticed about the recent Trump Administration’s ‘non-existent terrorist incidents’, as the MSM refer to them.  I posted about the first at MEROVEE


Three times, we’re informed, Kellyanne Conway has referred to the ‘Bowling Green massacre’…

Nonetheless, the Helena paper spawned a wave of studies seeking to replicate the finding. Research observing similar reductions followed in places such as Pueblo, Colorado; Bowling Green, Ohio; and Monroe County, Indiana.


Then an ‘incident’ in Sweden, mentioned at a Florida rally by the Prez himself…

In October 2012, the European Union’s commissioner for health and consumer policy, John Dalli, resigned, following an investigation by the European Anti-fraud Office (OLAF), into a complaint made by tobacco producer Swedish Match. OLAF found that an unnamed Maltese entrepreneur approached Swedish Match using his contacts with Mr. Dalli, seeking payments in exchange for influence over possible snus legislation. The new EU’s Tobacco Products Directive was expected to be appointed during autumn 2012.

And apparently White House Spokesman, Sean Spicer, referred to an Atlanta incident, when he meant to say ‘Orlando‘…

Anyhoo, if any more tobacco terror/ISIS coincidences crop up, I will of course mention them, Dear Reader…

Ah! Cade’s missive has finally arrived… Enjoy!


Before I end this particular post…

I figured it would be a good idea to first…start it.

That should give us a better idea of where we both ended and started…in that order.

Afterall…we always get to the end first.

No wonder we always seem to have trouble getting started.


(Translation: Let us begin, now, here.)

^deadmau5 – There might be coffee (Cover Art)^

Must be something wrong.

Let’s investigate.

^deadmau5 – Closer (Cover Art)^

So I gots me a package of papers delivered to me on Sunday. I immediately rolled them up with some Class A Marijuana inside…and smoked em.

Just kidding.

I took them into the backyard and set them alight, then smeared my body with the ashes once the fire got tired of reading them.

Just kidding.

I read the first page and cried. I then went out and bought copious amounts of Marijuana laced with turpentine and smoked it all. I’ve felt weird ever since. Prolly some kind of nasty chemical fertilizers used on that particular batch of pot or something. Fighting chemicals with chemicals is like…chemical warfare or something.

There outta be a law against that kind of shit.
^SKINNY PUPPY ‘VX Gas Attack’ TOO DARK PARK Backing Film excerpt (HQ Audio)^
Q: How many nipples do you have?
Q: How many auxiliary nipples do you have?

I have three auxiliary nipples. I am a man/male, so I assume that any nipples that I have should first be classified as “auxiliary” seeing as how the only time that I require them is upon encountering a freaky chick who likes to chew on dude nipples of the “mine” variety during sex. I have two auxiliary nipples. My auxiliary auxiliary nipple is actually a mole under my right arm along my rib cage where the external oblique muscles run down the lateral side of my oh so sexy body. Sexy, as-in, sexy for those who prefer abstract art. I like it. My body that as. I mean…I must like it I guess. I jerk-off almost incessantly…so yeah. Did I say that out-loud again.



May I see yours?

(Ladies Only/18++ Only)

Send pics to me@mywebsite.not
^Super Circle Plane | Flite Test^

So I got into a debate online today, with some asshole that is arguing that Donald Trump will be elected to a second term.


Not really. Meaning: Not really did I get into an argument with someone online today about Trump being elected to a second term. But somewhere in my travels over the last 24 hours, I did see mention of someone saying something to the effect of “I don’t know if I can handle 8 years of Trump as President.”

The dude just got elected/just got into office!!!

Have you ever thought…that maybe…just…MAYBE…the noise that The President and his administration is making, is SO FUCKING AMPLIFIED BY ALL OF THE BULLSHIT SURROUNDING IT…that…yeah…there are some problems there prolly.

I mean...WTF?!?!?

I saw a vid a coupla days ago where the student body counsel of some college was voting down a group of students from being able to form their own representational group on campus…all because they are “a conservative hate group.”

Gotta hate that kind of lack of representation.
What a world eh?
^No Mana – Fade^

Genetic Linkage
Chromosomal Crossover
Genetic Marker
Repulsion Theory

So…stopping right there and thinking about mixing and mixtures and concentrations with respect to…

A + B = X
Q: How do you know where nature “got it wrong” and where nature “got it right?”
A: ???¿¿¿

I mean really…you fucks can’t even get your nomenclatures correct with respect to correct/incorrect.

Q: Who is gonna be around to clean up your mess if you’re wrong?
A: ¿¿¿???
^No Mana – Metronomes for Pulsars^

What I am thinking about, is proportion and proportions …ONLY… with respect to “what is.”

It seems to me that there might be a fuckton of ignoring “what was” and “what will be” on some timelines that actually take the time in the now to include both and all.

That may not make sense to some. But think about it like this. It is my contention, that with respect to the present, and in this context of thinking, as long as discovery is profit-based…there’s gonna be some oversight oversights that are simply ignored.

EX: Does duplication = equal?

Q: For how long?
A: !!!

Yep…it matters. It’s gonna matter to someone somewhere at some time.

Does that matter to you?
It matters to me.
Does that matter to you?
^REZZ – Paranoid (Official Music Video)^

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Biogenic Amine
Nitrogen Cycle
Bean Chips
Gas (Redirected from Gaseous)

As we can see…it appears that something called “Bean Chips” have been invented.

I can see these being a fucking HUGE hit at parties.

If you want all of your party guests to leave ASAP…may I recommend…

^REZZ – Voice In The Wall^

I finally broke down and “skimmed” the divorce papers package that was presented to me two days ago. There is not “a package” of divorce papers. It’s actually 3 separate packages of papers, that also contains a scary-assed cover letter, and an additional waiver form that I must sign in front of a notary. So yeah…using my standard home-brewed batch of mathematics…one(1) package that consists of five(5) parts. And of course, there are all of those documents contained within, that contain a formatting that contains a shitload of A’s, B’s and C’s…and a fuckton of 1’s and 2’s and 3’s…and makes you feel like some sort of robotic pestilential disease.

Hey! That rhymes. I guess I need to copyright that and make billions of mega-money-dollars.



Or something.

Reason = Reasons = Reason

Or not.

^BlackGummy – Incoming^

Got to see my future ex-mother-in-law the other day. We hugged. We talked. She’s nice.

^Hanayo – Joe Le Taxi^

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I get an erection when looking at photographs of the female nipple(s)/breast(s). I mean, not really…but yeah. I’m really not in the habit of looking up pictures of nipples…female or otherwise…but thanks to my current course(s) and/or path(s)…nipple pictures were/are on the menu…so to speak.

Next UP!!!
^Sneaker Pimps – 6 Underground – Official Video [HD]^

I can’t remember what I was gonna say here.

Srsly...I can't remember.

Honestly…there was something.

Truthfully…I forgots wut it wuz.

Really…I’m not lying.

Well…I might be lying.

Just a little bit tho.

^Lo Fidelity Allstars – Battleflag [High Quality]^

Roob mentioned something the other day regarding “length.” It was in response to one of her whatevers that she wrote, and I posted over at “my blog” over on Blogger.

Q: Is time really…relative?
A: Your time is prolly relative to you. That's prolly gonna make it relative to me and others, when and where it is.

Mystery = Solved! Next!

^The Revolting Cocks – Big Sexy Land^
Q: If you never get emotional, when doing what it is that you are doing, what is the point?
A: <No Answer Even Remotely Possible Here>

The above question is so impossibly difficult to even begin to try and answer…that yeah…you may already have that answer. Not that you should feel foolish or cheated and having the answer all along and not knowing it. Maybe think of it as sequences and sequencing in sequence. It’s what keeps things rolling.

We are capable of many and much.

Sometimes…not so many, and/or, not so much.

But it’s kinda relative.

Is it what cha need? Or what cha want?

Which matters? Both dummy. Just…not always at the same times.

I’m as stubborn of an asshole jackass as anyone.

I can and will…say things that are gonna piss you off something fierce.

Just…have a lot of things that I am thinking about, and a proportionate amount of things that I am trying to NOT think about.

I gots no answers.

But I’m willing to wear my mangled-assed fingers down to the nub searching for them.


Why not.

Someone’s gotta do it.
I appear to have the time.
Results = Atypical.



^Meat beat manifesto – Strap down (480p)^

Tommy: Let’s think about this for a sec, Ted. Why would somebody put a guarantee on a box? Hmmm, very interesting.
Ted Nelson, Customer: Go on, I’m listening.
Tommy: Here’s the way I see it, Ted. Guy puts a fancy guarantee on a box ’cause he wants you to feel all warm and toasty inside.
Ted Nelson, Customer: Yeah, makes a man feel good.
Tommy: ‘Course it does. Why shouldn’t it? Ya figure you put that little box under your pillow at night, the Guarantee Fairy might come by and leave a quarter, am I right, Ted?
[chuckles until he sees that Ted is not laughing]
Ted Nelson, Customer: [impatiently] What’s your point?
Tommy: The point is, how do you know the fairy isn’t a crazy glue sniffer? “Building model airplanes” says the little fairy; well, we’re not buying it. He sneaks into your house once, that’s all it takes. The next thing you know, there’s money missing off the dresser, and your daughter’s knocked up. I seen it a hundred times.
Ted Nelson, Customer: But why do they put a guarantee on the box?
Tommy: Because they know all they sold ya was a guaranteed piece of shit. That’s all it is, isn’t it? Hey, if you want me to take a dump in a box and mark it guaranteed, I will. I got spare time. But for now, for your customer’s sake, for your daughter’s sake, ya might wanna think about buying a quality product from me.

Movie = Tommy Boy

Miss ya Chris. ❤

I know you ain’t really gone…

You just ain’t here.
But you are.
^Best moments: Matt Foley (Chris Farley) – Motivational speaker – SNL^

Gotta pay to play I guess.

Q: What is “fair market value” and “when?”

Oh yeah…also…for how long?

Meh…they’ll figure it out.

One way or another…someone will.

Faith…I have it.

I hope I do anyway.

^Yello – Goldrush I (1986)^
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So…it seems that the rain-forest will indeed be cut-down/destroyed…

…by the same assholes that supposedly were trying to save it.

^Yello – Cosmic Baby ↑ Dr. Van Steiner^
Q: When I give you the answer you want and/or are looking for…will you like me again?
A: ...

Not that you ever liked me or anything.

 Just askin.                                  Just sayin.

Still lookin.

Carry on.
^Opus III – It’s A Fine Day^
“Time began…when I say it began!” – God
Put that on a billboard or bumper-sticker.
^Nitzer ebb – Control i´m here^


^Yello – The Race, extended version (1988) [OWee’s 2012 video]^


*Blimey! Supernumerary nips, Clicky… Who’d have thought? Cade’s got it all…*

*/rolls eyes… Yeah… /shakes head… Just put the Song up…*


Missive from ‘Merica: Mother L’Ode

Come on, hands up if you were not entirely shocked by the passing of Debbie Reynolds, so soon after the death of her daughter, Princess Layers… */raises hand…*

Thoughtful Man’s first words upon hearing the news were “Poor Todd“. That he remembered the name of Debbie Reynold’s son and Carrie Fisher’s brother is entirely down to his fondness of a certain type of US TV show

*Clicky! No one is gonna get that reference other than Thoughtful Man… /thinks… although…*

Below, is another missive from Cade Fon Apollyon, Okie Devil chum, from Texas… He seems to have had a close encounter of his own with the Mothership… */oculi dilatanda…*


Don’t worry baby. I can’t see my fries either. Of course, my view is obscured from my huge fat gut. And I’ve always heard that things do not grow well in the shade. But I’m also ugly, so…meh. Why bother.

^No Mana – Nine^

I thought I would start off my daily thinking/writing session by attempting to do something clever in this particular writing. Something like…not speaking at all in this writing.

I mean, there will be writing, and there will be speaking of sorts, but it will not be me who is doing any of the speaking.

I will be writing of course, and I like to think that I do some thinking, but I guess that’s the problem right there, eh?

Just like always with me…a problem presents itself, and suddenly…there is the answer. I only THINK that I am thinking.

So why not take it to the next level, and stop speaking as well.

I guess that means that the next step beyond THAT…will be not typing.


^No Mana – Ten^


Welp…that worked out well, eh?

Another great idea brought to a swift and rapid conclusion through sheer boredom and lack of creativity. I’M FIRED!!!

I just fired myself.




^Dom Kane – Borg^

I decided to give myself a second chance, under the conditions that I take a HUGE increase in pay, a company dirigible, I wear a t-shirt with company logo on it daily, and I start to shower at least once every week or so…or at least cover myself in chemicals to make myself not smell so fucking rotten.

I sorta quasi-begrudgingly agreed on the conditions that all of these rules are subject to change, modification, retraction, redaction or suddenly forgotten about by accidentally dropping all agreements into a toxic paper shredder that is on fire. Although, I ain’t gonna be the one getting near that damn thing.

OK, OK…I’ll do it. I swear, I have to do EVERYTHING around here.

^Deadmau5 – Brazil (2nd Edit) (1080p) || HD^
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/me waves
 /me shrugs
^deadmau5 “FML”^

A coupla hours ago, I was talking to someone on the phone, and they accused me of being “flippantly naive.” So after looking up both of those words on Google, to ensure the meaning(s) of those two words, and some serious brain-searching as to the meaning of those two words together, and some serious soul-searching as to the meaning of those two words together in reference to me…um…


I’m disrespecting my own stupid? Jesus H. Mother Fucking Christ a hoppin’ on a pogo stick…I’ve reached a new low (lol).


Yep…I’m some of that.

^Far Too Loud, Beardyman & JFB – Not A Real Thing^

The topic under discussion was “death”…and I simply put forward the notion that…

“You fucking synchrosnots or whatever, cream in your pants every fucking time that a celebrity dies, or some celebrity or politician loses their cool and pisses in the reporter pool’s punch, or someone firebombs a church that results in a large body count. Or some random raving madmen go on a 12 state killing spree, or some cop beats a kid to death for driving their Barbie Corvette on the street with out a license, registration, and proper state inspection and emissions testing…but you guys and gals don’t give a flying FUCK about these people when they are alive. I never heard anyone saying shit like…OH SO AND SO IS STILL ALIVE AND DOING FINE!!!NOTHING TO REPORT EXCEPT THEY ARE ALIVE AND WELL!!!”

To which the person I was speaking with was like…

“Oh bullshit. You know more than you lead others to believe. You pretend you don’t know what’s really going on, but you do. You are flippantly naive.”

I of course, being me, laughed…because I love it when people are brutally honest with me. It not only allows me to know what others are thinking of me, but it allows me to better evaluate what I think of myself. Not that I generally give a shit what others think about me, because most people don’t know me nor even wanna know me.

So why give a shit what others think? They don’t live in my skin…I do. Nor do I live in their skin. I tend to get under some people’s skin…such as my mother’s skin last night at dinner. But that’s a story for another paragraph. 😉

^Draft – Izumi^

So yesterday, I finally worked up the courage to call my mother and wish her a Merry Christmas. Yes, it was two days after Christmas. But we don’t talk. Plus, she was at my sister’s house out of town for the holidays. Not that I knew that. But I found out later via whatshername, so it was as good of an excuse as any to have not called. Not that I typically require an excuse, but I AM currently on the same side of town where she lives, so I felt a bit guilty for not calling even tho we don’t talk anymore.

I digress.

During the course of the conversation on the phone, my mother mentioned that she would like to take all of us to dinner. I’ll spare you the drama that it took to assemble what is left of several broken families and their opinions as to gathering for a grand total of an hour to feed our faces on my mother’s dime.

But it happened. 

I sat directly across from my mother and my soon to be ex-wife, and being that I am a slow eater, I was the last one still cramming Mexican food into my pie hole as the others drifted into “those” conversations. Yes…“those” conversations. You know…











oh and…


I took all I could take, quietly eating and trying to think of freaky sex as I choked down the greasy cheesy beef enchilada smothered in honey, when I finally reached my limit.

^Deadmau5 – Ghosts n Stuff^

When the topic of “Deep Vein Thrombosis” came up, and my mother started describing, in detail, the surgical procedures available, in conjunction with “whatshername the quasi-doctor” and her appraisals of the gore are carnage involved, as well as the procedures for preparing samples of tissues for evaluation to check for OTHER related and/or possible potential diseases and/or ailments that may require further treatment…I looked up, using my best cold stare, and said.

“I’m eating here.”

There were equally evil looks of shock, dismay sprinkled with “HOW DARE YOU!!!” types of vibes, along with the usual “We’re just talking” kinds of “if we want your opinion, we’ll give it to you” kinds of mumbled offendedness, and immediately returned to their morbid discussion.

So...I got nasty.

“I’m eating a greasy beef enchilada…I don’t really wanna be thinking about doctors removing 200 feet of defective blood veins from your fucking leg.”

The ice...was and/is...unbreakable.

I am a lightning rod of anger and rage…nothing more.

Push him far enough, and he will break.

And if he doesn't? 

Well…we’ll just have to try harder…won’t we?

I’ve prolly spent a grand total of 3 hours around my mother over the last 3 years.

That was 3 hours too many.

She doesn’t like me.

Never did.
^Marshmello – Alone (Official Music Video)^

I don’t mind being alone. Yeah, I like being around people as much if not more than most. But when you are alone for the first 20 years of your life? I mean really…what do they expect you to learn?

People skills? 

The only people skills I learned came from books, and sometimes movies and music. I learned that in my world…Yeah, there ARE people out there who get along just fine. I was just born where and when I was born. I learned to deal with it as best as I could, and I continue to learn how to deal with it as best as I can.

Everyone breaks. And when you are completely broken? Well…you are either there…or you will be. Hope is a great thing. It gives me, and has given me, hope that not everyone has to walk the path that I have. And this has fuckall to do with individuality…this is about purpose. You either have one, or you make one. Before long, you have difficulty telling the difference.

^deadmau5 – Closer (Cover Art)^

Yes…I know more than I let on. But there is a reason for that. Many reasons for that.

Just keep in mind who I work for, and the answers will come.

And if they don’t…I’m betting that you can even find peace in not knowing.

I sure do.

There are many things that I know, that I would rather not know.

They scare the shit out of me.

But I have a friend or two.

Even if I don’t know them…and even if they do not exist…I believe there is at least one person out there who believes in me and what I am doing.

The why…is irrelevant…because they already know why.

I cannot be what I am not.

But I can be what I can.

Weird how everything goes straight to hell from there…eh?


Because…suddenly…others are involved.

That means titles, labels, evaluations, opinions, and all KINDS of name calling…usually of the “unkind” sorts of kinds.

^Calvin Harris – I’m Not Alone (deadmau5 Mix) [lyrics in description] [HD/HQ]^

See how sometime psychology can actually get in the way of “progress?” Things like “ego” and “pride” and “selfishness” start getting bandied about the first rattle out of the bag…and it’s all downhill from there.

And it’s NEVER a two way street.

You can be prideful about doing your job correctly in assessing the defects and defectives…but I’m not allowed that privilege of doing it myself and saving you the time?

Governing kinda…gets in the way of self-governing. Especially on those occasions when you need help from someone else, get it…and now, they got their hooks into you. They gotta know EVERYFUCKINGDETAIL…because these laws, rules, regulations, and company guidelines are here for YOUR protection.


Good thing that I am happy here at the bottom of that hill…

In the valley…

Of the shadow of death…

HEY! That's MY shadow!!!

Being of the valley, I guess makes that valley mine.

Lemme help ya up.

You got better things to do than lay around thinking about death and dying.

That's my job.
^Deadmau5 – Where Phantoms Sleep 04^

X: You gonna let me talk?

Cade: Sure. I’ve been known to do that.

X: You sound…kinda…confident there.

0: Are you sure that you are not “overstating”…I think is what you are being asked.

Cade: How would I know?

Z: Allow me…

Cade: (lol)…OK…first time for everything.

Z: Just kiddin.

Cade: (lol) OK…first time for everything.

X: Yer gonna pay for that.

T: In spades.

B: Say WHAT?!?!?

Cade: I dunnot think that means what you think it means.

X: I may or may not reserve the right to withdraw my support at any time.

Cade: That’s…reassuring.

X: It wasn’t meant to be.

Cade: Well…it is.

X: Mission accomplished. You fail again. Get out. You pass.

Cade: (lol) Yeah…it’s hard to pass a test that you can only pass by failing.

Z: How does that work?

A: Yeah, and why do you leave me out so much?

B: Yeah…me too!

T: Leave me outta this.

X: I wanna hear this…

Z: Me too…maybe…

0: …

Cade: Goodnight.

X: <rawr>

Cade: How’s that.

X: We’ll see.

0: Unless you don’t.

Z: Maybe.

Cade: Goodnight.

X: …

Pervasive Developmental Disorder Not Otherwise Specified

X: That’s a big one.

0: What do you want ME to say here?

Cade: Nothin…just…whatevz. Workin.

A: Work harder.

Cade: K…I’ll get right on that.

B: Don’t get left.

Cade: Bing->Goes->Bang->Goes->….

Z: Boom Baby!!!

Cade: 🙂

X: … 😉

^No Mana – Array of Sirens^
^First Of The Year (Equinox) – Skrillex [OFFICIAL]^


*/cocks head… Clicky? …/squints…*

*Debbie hurry? Oh for gawd’s sake… /rolls eyes…*