I dreamed of George W Bush last night.  He had invited me to his house.  I think it might have been a suggestion from the Harold and Kumar movie Escape From Guantanamo where George Bush smokes a bong with them and when Kumar ask, "Isn't that hypocritical of you to smoke pot when you don't support any of the anti-drug laws?"  To which Bush replies: "Do you like to give a hand job?...Do you like to get one?...That makes you a hypocrite too."

Bush smoking pot in movie

In my dream Bush was similar: really nice, he showed me his house and introduced me to the family.   I was careful not to bring up politics because I knew he had only invited me over to see who this liberal-blogger in Dallas Texas was.   I mean, I am certainly on some list from that time I sent him back the medal I earned in the Navy after he and Dick Chaney did away with the Geneva Convention laws and in my book, made the USA the bad guys.

Yes, true to nature, I was the perfect logger, perfect guest and only complimented him on everything he did and said.   At one point I was outside the house on the patio and could see a black guy at his car screaming: "No, no, NO!   I'm not buying this, you still have blood on your hands for your profit war and bad policies...."  Bush stepped in front of me so I wouldn't see the guy.   I pretended not to notice.   Next thing I knew, we were at the dinner table, and I was standing and talking when I noticed Barbara Bush had had enough of me.  She punched the table and told me to shut the f8(K up.

I was rushed out the house then.  That's when I woke up screaming.

I guess the guilt of letting Bush off the hook for all his dirty deeds upset me.   Unfortunately, it's what we liberals do.   We bleeding heart softies.   We are so easy to win over and not at all like the nuts on the other side who still to this day hate Jimmy Carter and still deny that our first black president did a pretty good job after inheriting the government meltdown George Bush left us.

Ha, I said "Left" in that last sentence.  Am I still dreaming?

Oh, and yes, I did take an Ambien, maybe that had something to do with it.   Let me look and see what the side-effects are?

- Lightheaded

- Nausea

- Diarrhea

- Euphoria

- Racist Tweets

"Racist Tweets!" Holyshit, Roseanne Barr was correct!   She's not a racist.   Her racist tweets comparing a black woman to an animal was not her fault at all.  Give her her show back ABC.  

Roseanne Barr Self Portrait

Her Ambien Tweet about Valerie Jarrett:


Theravada Buddhist observe the annual Triple Blessing of the God Buddha on this day.  Shrines and houses are decorated with flowers and special prayer flags in celebration of the Buddha's birthday, enlightenment, and passage into nirvana.  Offerings of flowers, incense, and rice are made during the festival's three days.


Our creative commons.

On this day in 1805, the Cordwainers union of shoemakers, America's first trade union of note, witnesses the first time that management uses the judicial system and armed force to squash a strike.   Several Cordwainers, on strike in Philadelphia for better wages, were arrested for criminal conspiracy under a judge's orders.  Specifically, they were accused of violating English common law that barred schemes aimed at improving wages.  The union disbanded with their trial in 1806.

Today, many 1%'ers get a hard-on thinking about their success that day.  They even call it the "Cord-Whiners" rebellion.

Keep whining brothers and sisters, keep whining.


In 1790 Congress enacts the first American copyright protection law.  The law was designed to protect the works of you and me. The copyright was for 14 years and renewable only by the artist.   That's right, the "creator" owned the copyright as long as it benefited him or her in their lifetime, after which, the works became public domain which meant that we could all benefit off of the work without paying for it; unfortunately, this really sucked for the rich who needs to own everything from the tollways you must pay them to drive on to the clit between your legs, and so a law was introduced so that those same people who benefit off of the labor of others without lifting a hand, could now benefit off your creative works too without so much as an original thought.   All they had to do it be born into the right family and the copyright was theirs!

Keep information free. 


In France, the Fete of May takes place in the town of Saintes-Marie-de-la-Mer on this day.  The grand celebration honors the two Marys, Saint Mary Jacobé and Saint Mary Salomé, as well as Saint Sarah-la-Kali, patron of the Gypsies.  Gypsies from all over the world gather in the seaside community to honor Saint Sarah with colorful traditions that are uniquely pagan.


Stanly Cup Playoff: Foreshadowing Trump's Impeachment.

I want to talk with you about sports today boys and girls.  Mainly, hockey, but indirectly its mirroring of the current state of the USA.   To begin with, the city of Las Vegas got a hockey team this year called The Golden Knights.  There pregame shows are great, a page right out of your local Renaissance Fair. They have a lost knight holding a lantern with a glaze over his face as if he knows something about the future we don't.  Maybe he does.  More precisely, The coming Impeachment of Trader Trump.  Wooh, how did I get there?   Here's how.

First of all, the Golden Knights are an expansion team.  This is their first year in existence and they shouldn't be this great.   Now, juxtapose this with Donald Trump, our first expansion president ever, and he shouldn't be there either.  Also, just like Trump, the Golden Knights just won't go away.  Every now and then they show signs of weakness, but then come back with the vengeance of Gordie Howe, just as Donald Trump says something stupid about a great War Hero like John McCain, but then is on Fox News the next day without the slight hint of an apology.

Now, I've often told you how "signs" are an important part of the Esoteric Life, and I truly believe this.   I mean, if a nightingale lands on the hood of your car, pull over, park it, and call Lyft.  Trust me on this one: something bad is going to happen.  If a Dove lands on the hood of your car, continue on with joy and amazement, it might be your reincarnated grandmother, and, something wonderful around "love" will soon happen.  And, when a new hockey team out of nowhere is in the final series to win the Stanley Cup, take not.   Especially, considering that they will be playing the Washington Capitals.   Yes, the city where the USA government once stood before Donald Trump sold his soul to the Russians to get elected.  

So now you should see the importance of this year's Stanly Cup playoffs and how it mirrors today's madness in DC.   And if the Golden Knights win, then, Donald Trump will not be impeached; however, if the Washing Capitals win, good bye Trump!

Finally, speaking of symbols, did you hear that there is a sinkhole opening up on the lawn of the White House?    No shit.  Could it be that the Devil is coming for his favorite convert, Donald Trump?   Yes, indeed, a page right out of Goeth's Faust if there ever was one.


On this day in 1431, our dear Joan of Arc is publicly asked to recant.

Joan: You take great pains to seduce me.  I leave it to your consciences whether I should recant or not. 

The Bishop reads her sentence.

Joan: I am content to do what you will have me.  I would rather sign it than burn.  Now, you churchmen, take me to your prison, and let me be no longer in the hands of the English.



Joan of Arc's Last Words with a rose

On this day in 1431, Joan is still alive, but it won't be long (sad face) before the Church murders her!

Again on this day they say the usual stuff:  (paraphrased) "You are woman, you can not have had a religious experience, just admit this and everything will be fine, shit, you can even continue to wear men's clothing: just admit you didn't talk to God, bitch!"

To which, Joan replies:

If I were at the place of execution, and I saw the fire lighted, and the faggots (pile of burning wood, Joan wasn't a homophobic) catching and the executioner ready to build up the fire, and if I were in the fire, even so I would say nothing else, and I would maintain what I have said at this trial until death. 

I have nothing more to say.

Oddly enough, it was one year to the date on this day that Joan had been captured by the Burgundians and sold to the English to face her Masculine God. 

Truth is, today is not a good day for criminals:

Captain Kidd

In 1701, the notorious English privateer (successful businessman by today's standards) William Kidd, popularly known as Captain Kidd, is hanged for piracy and murder in London.  For years, stories of buried treasures involving Kidd attracted treasure seekers from around the world -- mostly America.

In 1712, con man (successful businessman by today's standards) Richard Town is hanged in London on his birthday for secreting 15 tons of tallow on a ship and attempting to flee with money form defrauded creditors (hedge fund by today's standards).  On the scaffold, displaying the same calm and moxie that had got him there, Town belted out to the open-air crowd, "My friends, this is my birthday.  I see you have come to help me honor it." Turing to an attractive lady in the crowd, he continued, "madame, my compliments, and thank you for coming to my adventure."  He then adjusted his cap and signaled for the drop.

In 1934, band robbers and bad poet Bonnie and Clyde are shot to death by Texas and Louisiana state police as they drive a stolen car near Bienville Parish, Louisian.  Police said that the pair had attempted to flee, but from their bodies still shoved in their car seats, it's obvious they were ambushed.  

Weasel Himmler

In 1945, chicken shit Nazi Heinrich Himmler, who tortured Jews for years under the Nazi flag,  takes a cyanide pill to kill himself one-day after having been captured, stripped naked, and imprisoned.   Who the f*&k gave him the pill?   Hmmmm.  Seems his American guards felt sorry for him.   Bastards!

In 1960, on this day, the Israeli prime minister David Ben-Gurion announces that Nazi war criminal Adolf Eichmann had been captured in Argentina by Israel agents --- after having lived twenty-years on a beach drinking margaritas with the other Nazis everyone knew about but felt sorry for.  I mean, they only exterminated three or four million people -- none of which were Christians. 


Goddess Flora
On this day in ancient Rome, the Rosalia, a sacred rose festival, was celebrated each year.  The festival was dedicated to springtime and to the flower goddess Flora and the love goddess Venus.  Since flowers, especially roses, were plentiful at the time of the year, they were used in many different kinds of perfumes, cosmetics, and teas.

So pick a rose today?


Forrestal Murdered on This Day, Why?

At around 2 a.m. on the morning of May 22, 1949, America's first Secretary of Defense, James Vicent Forrestal fell to his death from a small window on the 16th floor of The Bethesda Naval Hospital.  A lot has been made out of his death, most recently by the UFO community who believe Forrestal was murdered to keep him quiet about Rosewell.   Undoubtedly, Forrestal's death is peculiar as pointed out by Richard Dolan and his Richard Dolan Press website where Dolan tells us "several oddities" of the death:

         1. Very unusual that Forrestal was placed on the 16th floor, as opposed to the first floor where most mental patients were kept.  

          2.  Scuff marks were found on the window ledge as if Forrestal had changed his mind and tried to climb back up, or, fought to get back up. 

          3.  Why was a rope used when he was jumping out a 16th floor window?  

Finally, in his article, Dolan reminds us:  "The investigation was as much of a sham as that of president Kennedy...fourteen years later."

Okay, so there was something fishy about Forrestal's death, no doubt and before I give you the EsotericDaily read on this, I believe a quick refresher course on the man James Forrestal is in order:

First, Forrestal was from a wealthy family and if he had been born today, would probably be one of the "Deregulation  / Lower My Taxes /  Gated Community" 1%'ers who refuse to pay their fair-share of the pie.   Fortunately, however, this was the early 20th century and a good number of the wealthy were progressive and fought for such things as Fair Wages for employees, Safety Net for the Old, and Rights For Minorities. Yes, Forrestal was a New Dealer who supported the Roosevelt policies that gave us Social Security --  can I get an Amen?

Before he was the first Secretary of Defense, Forrestal had also been a successful -- wait for it -- Wall Street Banker!  That's right, he hobnobbed with the Rockefeller and Morgan’s and helped them get richer.  He was definitely in the club.  Also, though, unlike the Trump and Bushes of today, when war came, Forrestal joined the fight and made a name for himself there.  Forrestal was so proud of his service in the Iwo Jima battle that he kept the original flag as a souvenir -- the famous photo done by Rosenthal of the battle was actually a larger one hosted up for the photo, not the actual flag used in battle which Forrestal kept dear to his heart: a true American!

So, as you can see, by today's standards, Forrestal would be another greedy bastard bitching about your $15 an hour protest for a minimum wage, but as I have said, he wasn't because back then the wealthy knew they were blessed with their fortune from those of us plowing their fields.   Unfortunately, it was probably this reasoning that he either committed suicide over, or was tossed from a window to keep his mouth shut.  Why?

Well, lets look at the highlights of what this man did:

          He introduced the policy of racial integration in the military.

          He opposed dropping the nukes on Japan which some of the politicians back in DC thought approached insubordination (Zacharias, Ellis, "How We Bungled the Japanese Surrender).

          He argued against the Partition for Palestine which created The Jewish State.

          He advocated the release of UFO Roswell UFO records.

          He implemented a "Needs" based budget for military spending.

The list goes on from  Communist Hater to a supporter of the
Republican (Dewey) candidate who ran against Truman and almost won -- yeah, that probably pissed off Truman a little.

So his life was a bit controversial, and his death...  well, let’s look at his death:

On the morning of his death, Forrestal had been reading a book of poetry which he had left opened to an excerpt from Sophocles “Ajax.” 

In the tragic play, Ajax is the last hero and halfway into the play, commits suicide.   The remainder of the play is the argument to bury him as a hero or let him rot above ground.  In the play, Ajax says:

“Woe, woe! Will be the cry—
No quiet murmur like the tremulous wail of the lone bird, the querulous nightingale.”

Forrestal had written these words on a pad of paper beside the the book of World Poetry.   He stopped at “night” of the last word “nightingale.”

So what’s it all mean?   Here’s the EsotericDaily reasoning:

1st of all, it is highly unlikely that a murderer would have the literature background to leave this book of classical writing for a suicide note, so one has to conclude that Forrestal himself left it.  Maybe he knew the killers were coming for  him and so Forrestal left it as a warning that there are no heroes left, that the governing power is all corrupt.   In the Ajax story, Ajax is mislead by a goddess to slaughter innocent “Sheep” thinking he was killing the real enemy.   This definitely is worth mentioning, but I’ll leave it to you to define.  My read on the Forrestal story is that he was the first casualty of the Military-Industry Complex President Eisenhower warned us about in his final message to the people.   The same War Profiteering company that killed Kennedy because he was standing up to them.   The same War Machine that Forrestal came across as the leader of the department of defense when he implemented his “Needs Basis” approach to spending tax-payers money to profiteers. The same greedy war machine that made the Bush’s and Koch Brothers wealthy.   The same War Machine that fears regulations for they will expose their corrupt lies keeping you and me down.

RIP Forrestal.


Viking leader Ragnar Lodbrok is remembered on this day.  He was captured by the Northumbrians and killed by being thrown into a pit of poisonous snakes.  His death song, which reflects his faith in the afterlife, has been passed down from generation to generation to provide hope and reassurance about what lies beyond.

Rangnar Lothbrok's Death Song

I did not look to a snake
to be my bane
things happen very often to one
that one thinks of the least.

Soon now will my body
die among the beasts.

The young pigs would squeal
if they knew the state of the boar
of the injury done to me
Snakes dig in my flesh
stab at me harshly
and have sucked on me
soon now will my body
die among the beasts


Eisenhower’s words have never been more important than they are today with the War Machine owning all politicians through the Koch Brother's Millionaire Fund.

In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of  unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military–industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists, and will persist. We must never let the weight of this combination endanger our liberties or democratic processes. We should take nothing for granted. Only an alert and knowledgeable citizenry can compel the proper meshing of the huge industrial and military machinery of defense with our peaceful methods and goals so that security and liberty may prosper together. [emphasis added]

                                                                                         President Eisenhower, a Republican


Jesus visits the Vatican on this day in 1972... or did he?

May 21, what a day, what a day.

In 1539,  Native Americans kill Estevan, a black slave who was the first non-native to visit the pueblo lands of the American Southwest.  As a guide to the party of Fray Marcos de Niza, who had been searching for legendary cities of gold, Estevan apparently alienated the Pueblo people by demanding their woman for pleasure.   
Then, just three years later, the Spanish conquistador Hernando de Soto dies on the banks of the Mississippi River in present-day Louisiana.  So the native Americans would not know of his death, thus unmasking the lie that de Soto was a "god to be worshiped," the explorers buried his body in secret in the river.  

As if that wasn't weird enough, on this day in 1972, in the St. Peter's Basilica where worshipers and tourist came to see Michelangelo's "Pieta," a man jumps in and yells, "I am Jesus Christ," and commences to hammer the masterpiece.  The blows chipped off the nose of the Madonna, as well as,  gouged out her left eyelid.

What if it was Jesus?... 

You decide:

Mad Man With Hammer:                                           Jesus:
In ancient Rome, Agnoalia was held annually on this date to honor the god Vediovis (or Vedius), who was Jupiter's counterpart in the underworld.  Vediovis was also a deity of swamps and volcanic activity.  At the Festival of Vediovis, a she-goat was sacrificed in an attempt to placate the eruptive forces of nature and the underworld.


The Jesus co-inky-dink.

Sunday Sermon:

The Jesus co-inky-dink with the Son Gods of old:

(Reprinted from the most fabulous book titled: The Christian Conspiracy by Acharya S--with permission for a change.)

The sun "dies" for three days at the winter solstice, to be born again or resurrected on December 25th.

The sun of God is "born of a virgin,"  which refers to both the new or "virgin" moon and the constellation of Virgo. 

The sun's "birth" is attended by the "bright Star," either Sirius/Sothis or the planet Venus, and by the "Three Kings," representing the three stars in the belt of Orion.

The sun at its zenith, or 12 noon, is in the house or Fahter's work" at "age" 12.  All of Egypt offered prayers to the 'Most High' gods at noon. 

The sun enters into each sign of the zodiac at 30º and stands at the gate of Aquarius, the Water-bearer, or John the Baptist of the mystic planisphere, and here begins the work of ministry in the Palestine."

The sun is the "Carpenter" who builds his daily "houses" or 12 two-hour divisions. 

The sun's "followers" or "disciples" are the 12 signs of the zodiac, through which the sun must pass. 

The sun is "anointed" when its rays dip into the sea.

The sun "changes water into wine" by creating rain, ripening the grape on the vine and fermenting the grape juice.  

The sun "walks on water," referring to its reflection.

the sun "calms the sea" as he rests in the "boat of heaven."

When the sun is annually and monthly re-born, he brings life to the "solar mummy," his previous self, raising it from the dead. 

The sun triumphantly "rides as ass and her foal" into the "City of Peace" when it enters the sign of Cancer, which contains two stars called "little asses," and reaches its fullness.

The sun is the "Lion" when in Leo, the hottest time of the year, called the "throne of the Lord."

The sun is "betrayed" by the constellation of the Scorpion, the backbiter, the time of the year when the solar hero loses his strength. 

The sun is "crucified" between the two thieves of Sagittarius and Capricorn.

The sun is hung on a cross, which represents its passing through the equinoxes, the vernal equinox being Easter.

The sun darkens when it "dies": "The solar god as the sun of evening or of autumn was the suffering, dying sun, or the dead sun buried in the nether world."

The sun does a "stutter-step" at the winter solstice, unsure whether to return to life or "resurrect," doubted by his "twin" Thomas.

 The sun is with us "always, to the close of the age" (Mt. 28:20), referring to the ages of the precession of the equinoxes.

The sun is the "Light of the World," and "comes on clouds, and every eye shall see him."

The sun rising in the morning is the "Savior of mankind."

The sun wears a corona, "crown of thorns" or halo.

The sun was called the "son of the Sky (God)," "All-Seeing," the "Comforter," "Healer," "Savior," "Creator," "Preserver," "Ruler of the World," and "Giver of Daily Life."

The sun is the Word or Logos of God. 

The all-seeing sun, or "eye of God," was considered the judge of the living and dead who returned to Earth "on a white horse."

(Join us next Sunday when we look at the Serpent.)


Believe not because some old manuscripts are produced, believe not because it is your national belief, believe not because you have been made to believe from your childhood, but reason truth out, and after you have analyzed it, then if you find it will do good to one and all, believe it, live up to it and help others live up to it.



Osiris: A Washington Monument?

On this day in the year 1800, the House of Representatives suggested the building of a pyramid, 100 feet square at the base and "of proportional height."  The notion that a pyramid would best represent the idea of George Washington.   Hence, in accordance with Masonic practices, construction of the obelisk began on July 4, 1848, with a ceremonial laying of the enormous cornerstone, which had been donated by the Mason Thomas Symington who owned the quarries from which the monument's marble was taken.  The ceremony was conducted by Benjamin French, wearing the Masonic apron and sash George Washington had worn when he laid the cornerstone of the Capitol building in 1793.

Some say the obelisk was chosen because America wanted to look like it had been around for awhile, or as other's have suggested, "put down ancient roots" by chosing the ancient Egyptian symbol.   I don't know, looks pretty much like a male phallic symbol to me from all the male energy that founded this country.   Unfortunately, I have to break the news to ya'll here:  it's Pagan!  More precisely, Pan, the goat god of sensuality.  The word ‘obelisk’ literally means ‘Baal’s shaft’ or Baal’s organ of reproduction.”

Another story links the obelisk to a different phallic myth – Osiris’ golden phallus.

Osiris was a king of Egypt who married his sister Isis. His brother Set wished to usurp the throne and so plotted his death. He tricked Osiris into climbing into a golden chest. As soon as he was inside, Set nailed down the lid and flung the chest into the Nile. It was carried off to Byblos in Syria where it came to rest against a small Tamarisk tree or Acasia tree, with the dead Osiris still inside. Isis found out what Set had done to Osiris, so she set off to find her husband. A vision led her to Byblos, where she recovered his body and took it back to Egypt.

Set stole it again and tore it into fourteen pieces, which he scattered throughout Egypt to prevent Osiris from coming to life again. Isis recovered all but one of the pieces – the penis – and gave Osiris a fit burial. Their son, Horus, avenged him by slaying Set. Another son, Anubis, resurrected Osiris with the ‘lion grip.’

Having triumphed over the grave, Osiris now reigns as king and judge of the so called dead. The piece of Osiris that Isis never recovered was the penis, which Set had thrown into the Nile where it was eaten by fish. Ever resourceful, Isis manufactured an artificial organ (the golden phallus) around which the Egyptians eventually established a cult or festival they could pay tribute to.

From this it is a small step to the conclusion that the obelisk was itself meant to be a phallic symbol. 

Whether of Osiris, Baal, or fertility in general, it was a representation of fatherhood and patriarchy.

While the idea that the obelisk is a representation of the phallus may be a story that seems stranger than fiction, when you think of Washington as the founding father of the United States, and the obelisk being a representation of fatherhood/patriarchy, it makes a lot of sense. 

 In 1908 the U.S. Congress adopted a law making the phrase "In God We Trust" obligatory on certain American coins.   It was placed there to replace the socialistic phrase put their by the framers of our constitution: "Out of Many, One" -- E Pluribus Unum.

Yes, it wasn't until 1908 that the political use of the word God found its way into politics.  So, the next time someone tells you this is Gods country and holds up a dollar bill to probe it, tell them to open a f*&king history book, bozo.

Before the lies, on this day each year, we celebrated Apollon day, the Greco-Roman god of sunlight, medicine, music, poetry, and divination.  We rocked!

Thanks For Being!

Thanks For Being!