I belong to a steath organization called the AyreWolveZ. Made up of honorable discharged U.S. Navy and Marine Aviators. I rather I don't give up easily if at all. The 📻 Station and all is on my books 2ndary of priorities. My prime and urgently priority is the the restoration and reviving my LexiBelle
Beyond those two flavors is of course me getting married very,very soon to Ginebra.likewise establishing a area military aviation enthusiasts into our organization.
Now then; it doesn't really matter much that it to where my reputation and community are at a all are lower than an all time low, but being accused of something that I didn't d0.
Mostly the writing of content of the blog, on Facebook talking jive of local pre teens.
To which I say flat out. The only crime I ever commit is having a very heavy throttle phoote. Past that I don't have an inkling of any kind whatsoever of messing around with any younglyng. Although I know of my former church ancestors who did. Namely Brigham Young who took on wives at age 12 to 15. But he was a Church xo. I would not and will not. I'm too much a Confederate Dixieite to do that. 9l% of the elongated strife emmenates from the eviction to me politely informing someone younger than me said or did that was nasty with some girl child. About the only time I address anyone especially female younger than I is when some aged old wisdumm . Like the other sitting in General JaXson and this 11 year old, went to go potty. As it went that when she gave a hard pull on the indoor latrine found it was hopelessly incapacitated. So I informed her that it is open just need to pull it harder.
Shortly thereafter I get a visit from the local constabulary that I as a tax paying person of Evanston Wyoming. Couldn't be loitering there. Oh really? I was chowing down just sitting there minding my own affairs. But it didn't end there. Nope falling evening I get a visit from another officer who informed me that due to some of my Facebook posts I was no longer allowed at my chosen place of worship. Okay fine, been there done that. Now then, thanks to Wayne I got gas money and a very, very small box of food. So then; got me to see my Doctor who examined me and said I needed to be admitted to the hospital. Yes Auny Tilldah gall stones can grow back. A two day surgery optic scope and a handy little vacuum and am feeding better. Well sort of.
So with enough medications I zoned out into oblivion only to be greeted this morning at 07:00 by another officer, informing me that I could not any longer park at the fairgrounds. Why? It's not like I was trashing or vandalizing the place. Two; having me there keeps out the riff raff. 3: has anyone noticed on or off of that Facebook platform miss the fact that in two months that I am going to be getting married to Ginebra? Last but not least is the other two factors.
That I will share here in another post.
To do my final approach here, did somebody forget that long before my eviction from MonkeyShines car wash complex, that I held onto a container house 🏠. And that because of a few buttheads here that couldn't be bothered to travel to South Jordan Utah to retrieve my container house? Nor to the biggest bunch of bizzybodies that had called a real estate broker out of Utah that I would be residing there next to the shop out on.hwy 150.
To put it bluntly, it's time for some of these bigots to pull their heads out of their behinds.
