Two days now.  Attach four plastic sleds to the back of an ATV.  I am fifty five but I am also five years old.  A good time was had by all and nobody, well, nobody went to the hospital.  They were outside.  Not in front of a video game, the TV or involved in an organized event.  This was a spontaneous event of the Apocalypse Ranch.

We had a race track in the field to pull the kids around on sleds.  There is a fire pit to get warm by and roast hot dogs on.  A container of hot chocolate.

The speedometer tells me we are doing 11 miles per hour yet to the four year olds Grampy is taking them for a snowbound ride in a supersonic plastic jet.

The older kids get brave.  They want me to whip them around so that they tip over by hitting the snowbank on the far edge of the field.  It is a precision driving exercise.  Not too fast but fast enough so that they run into it and tip the sled over, squealing with delight and picking their lost mittens out of the snow.

Awesome they say, do it again.  Oh, damn it, the older kids are getting braver.   Like I said top speed was 11 miles per hour and nobody went to the hospital.  We spend the afternoon alternating between big kid rides and little kid rides.  A fifty five/five year old made joy in the hearts of a new generation.  Well, OK the big kids got the whole 13 mile per hour ride.

Might be the last chance I have so I do what I can.

Had a sad thought on this one.

http://www.stripes.com/news/ga…

Five Years?  A whole five years?  Hey, are “we” going to even be around in five years?

http://www.globalresearch.ca/i…

http://www.dailymotion.com/vid…

Who was he?  Hey, I don’t care.  All I have to do is see that three name convention.  Yes, I have seen his picture and the psychic friends network points to an Mkultra creation or go back in history, again, and again to see that infamous shooters of the Kennedys, John Lennon and a host of others…

Bring up the picture.  Clear your mind, relax, shut off the world.  Think about the warmest moments in your life.  Ok then look into the eyes of that picture and let your first impressions be your guide.  Everybody has ESP.  You can do it too but lamestream life has told you all of your life you can’t.  Yes, you can but you may not really want to.

Most times due to the rotation of the earth weather moves generally from west to east in these continental United States.  Weather radar is the technology by which high frequency signals are sent out with the intent of bouncing off storm systems to be then reflected back to and received by the originating source.  What does this have to do with dead blackbirds.

“Honey, we don’t have any hot water.”

Ok, so how does this relate to “your” local fire department being and extension of the insurance industry?

How about all them birds dropping out of the sky, huh.

In spite of popular sentiment in the alternative news network I HAVE NOT gotten “the call” to saddle up the Apocalyptic Horses.  I also have no idea why not.

http://jetlib.com/news/2011/01…

http://www.sott.net/articles/s…

http://www.infowars.com/planne…

http://www.infowars.com/murder…

http://www.infowars.com/maryla…

Again, I have no idea.  My generation at least only had one Vietnam.  The only big threat was simplicity of Cold War nuclear annihilation, that’s it.   Not like toady with major new threats every ten seconds.

Oh, here we go.

Drop the bagel and put you hands in the air!

http://www.naturalnews.com/030…

Camelot is not for everybody.  There is this esoteric blend of spirituality coupled with decades of sci-fi movies you have not seen yet or perhaps something you would instantly peg as new age cult nonsense from the long gone sixties hippie culture.  Accepting as fact “we” have a base on the planet Mars.  Wondering about the solar eruptions of 2012, or the real origins of the pyramids on the plains of Giza.  Pondering the real control structures which indeed rule the planet.  Why sex and it’s deviations rule the media, why media is retarded/evil.  What purpose is served by 147 deep underground survivalist military bases and why are “they” holding back the 100 years worth of advanced super technology that would have fixed the BP Oil leak.

We are supposed to decide.  We are supposed to elect to fix it ourselves and as nasty as it sounds we are supposed to cull our own numbers to save the planet or “they” will do it for “us”.

OK, as far out as that sounds I do submit that it lies on a higher plane that the “debate” over Sarah Palin vs  Gattica Matrix Orwellian sci-fi Running Man They Live dystopia world.  We still have however a large population percentage whose elevator stops at Lady GaGa and that other myriad of other diversionary, distractionary and divisionary bullshit social engineering crap which divides us from realizing our true Godlike selves.  Yup, WE are God.  Each and every one of us.  What is that song, What if God was one of us.  Well, we are but none of us know it, we didn’t believe it, we didn’t practice the Yoda Jedi meditations or truely think all of us are in this mess together.

To me at least it’s credible.  33 sociopathic assholes rule the planet and these sociopaths think they are doing their best for the entire human race.  Normal people would not understand that if they did not have/attract multiple sociopathic personalities and or considered themselves like I do a fucking familial magnet for such things.  You, bless you do not have to ponder such things and reject the entire history of what you thought was truth, Apple Pie and the right and true way.

It was warm for a winter day so we rode the horses first.  High stepping in the deep fresh snow made it great exercise for us all.  Didn’t take the camera for fear of loosing it in the snow.  A gallop through  new snow is like an entire day off.  We didn’t think they were trained enough to break out the sleigh so we experimented with tying plastic sleds behind the ATV until the optimum sled behind sled behind sled proved to be the safest way.  Grampy engineered and of course Grampy drove.

After we got all the kids soaking wet doing this we adjourned to dry off and made plans for the evening fire and a repeat performance with hot chocolate for the kids, mud slides for the adults and then homemade pizza and the pellet stove afterwards.  A great time was had by all.

It is New Years Day. My second grandson is in the dining room yelling Go!  Go!.  It is going to be a springlike day so we are getting ready for the next evolution of fun.  Maybe the ice will melt and become like glass while we check out the woodland trail.

“Give Grampy the phone”.

“Ah doobie wah dis mawa do”

“Thank you”

“Tank ooh”

“Wanna go?”

“Go!”

I can’t leave a key in the ATV.  He will start it but he still can’t put the machine in gear yet.  He loves his Grampy, the provider of sixteen months of fun so far.