I gave both the clerk and the guide my business card and asked about business at Bienville Plantation. I had heard that it was not making as much money as it needed. The fishing guide answered, "It's doing fantastic! They just thought they would make about $40 million their first year, that's all. This is their second year, and they've already done 127% of what they did last year. They're doing so good they're thinking about hiring another forty guides."
"What do you get - fifty percent and all the tip?" I asked.
"I get $125 a day. Sometimes, I get more than that in tips. I make about $200 to $300 a day, but that's before taxes."
"My son would love to be a guide there. At that money, I'd love to be a guide there!"
"All he needs is a eighteen foot boat."
"We have a seventeen foot Bass Tracker."
"That'd be okay."
Toward the end of April, I went to the barbershop for my semi-annual shearing. The barber had been the mayor of Alachua City, and I asked him if he had ever seen a black panther. "I've seen them," he replied, and this is his story: "The last one I saw was in 1961. My father had 1,900 acres leased on the Suwannee River, and we had cattle in there. We rounded up all the cattle but this one cow. She was very wild and would not let us get sight of her. She went into the thick part of the land which extended five miles. We built a trap in there to catch her. Daddy thought maybe she had a calf. We put corn in the trap. A buddy and I went to check on the trap. The cow wasn't in it. There was a slough caused by a small spring at the head, and we decided to fish there a while. We were sitting there, and suddenly my buddy hit my shoulder and said, "Look!" A black panther was crossing a log across the head of the slough. He looked right at us. He had a white patch on the right side of his face from his nose to under his right eye. We got out of there as fast as possible. We had no guns." From the online book, "The Black Panther Betrayal" by Peter "Two Guns" Nickerson, MS, MSW. Please report any black panther, Bigfoot,or Swamp Ape sightings to me at peternickerson12@yahoo.com or 352-359-0851. Thank you.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Chapter 108 Another Picture
Kathy-Tate Bradish, a Chicago teacher active in education in Africa wrote,
"corruption is the single biggest thing keeping not only Kenyans, but all Africans down. Corruption is just killing them, but nobody has been able to speak out against it because they fear for their own secuirty." This is from The Wall Street Journal, page A19, 12.18.08 "Obama Was Mute On Illinois Corruption" by John Fund.
Last week, I wrote about Sherri Starling wailing in court to Judge Glant that I stopped and stared at her in my truck and also ran my truck as close to their property as possible. I noted that she presented no pictures or videos to substantiate her perjurous claims but when Shadow jumped out of Tasha's truck, Sherri was johnny-on-the-spot with a camera to take a picture of him before Tasha could even get him back into the truck. Also, she supposedly videoed Pogo when he supposedly was loose on the lane too. She had no pictures or videos of me doing what she falsely claimed I was doing because I wasn't doing them.
Since writing that, I have remembered another time she or her husband, Keith, took a picture. I had decided I would try taking a dog, Rambo, for a walk and see if the Starlings would let us alone. They didn't like us walking on our lane as they were afraid that their Rotteweilers would break through the electrified fence and come after us. They kept their electrified fence turned on so high that it would kill cattle egrets if they landed on it, and I didn't think any dog would be so stupid or determined that he would try to come through such a fence. But just in case, I decided to put a Bowie knife on my belt when I walked Rambo up to the paved road, County Road 239. Unfortunately, my shirt was loose, and it covered the handle of my knife because one of the Starlings took my picture and claimed I was wearing a gun in a "western holster." Anyone with any knowledge of handguns could see that the sheath was too slim to hold a handgun, but the Starlings made a police report, and a complaint to the court was made by the state attorney's office.
This then is the third picture or video that the Starlings were johnny-on-the-spot with some kind of camera but never seemed to have one when I was stopping and staring or driving right nest to their property. You can't photograph someone who isn't there!
Returning to my unpublished book, "The Black Panther Betrayal," I put up a little sign on the window of the only store in Raiford, Florida. The sign read, "Have you seen a black panther? If you have, please call me." Soon after that I was prowling around the Osceola Forest area and stopped in Macclenny at Terry's.
I fell into a conversation with a Bienville Plantation bass fishing guide and one of the clerks. The guide told me, "I've seen a pair of black panthers at the Plantation, and so have other people. They've sold the land where the panthers used to run, but I know the club that has the land now. If they see one, they'll let me take you in there."
The clerk told me that she didn't even know that panthers were tan because all the ones she had heard of were black. She lived on St. Marys River which divided Florida and Georgia.
"corruption is the single biggest thing keeping not only Kenyans, but all Africans down. Corruption is just killing them, but nobody has been able to speak out against it because they fear for their own secuirty." This is from The Wall Street Journal, page A19, 12.18.08 "Obama Was Mute On Illinois Corruption" by John Fund.
Last week, I wrote about Sherri Starling wailing in court to Judge Glant that I stopped and stared at her in my truck and also ran my truck as close to their property as possible. I noted that she presented no pictures or videos to substantiate her perjurous claims but when Shadow jumped out of Tasha's truck, Sherri was johnny-on-the-spot with a camera to take a picture of him before Tasha could even get him back into the truck. Also, she supposedly videoed Pogo when he supposedly was loose on the lane too. She had no pictures or videos of me doing what she falsely claimed I was doing because I wasn't doing them.
Since writing that, I have remembered another time she or her husband, Keith, took a picture. I had decided I would try taking a dog, Rambo, for a walk and see if the Starlings would let us alone. They didn't like us walking on our lane as they were afraid that their Rotteweilers would break through the electrified fence and come after us. They kept their electrified fence turned on so high that it would kill cattle egrets if they landed on it, and I didn't think any dog would be so stupid or determined that he would try to come through such a fence. But just in case, I decided to put a Bowie knife on my belt when I walked Rambo up to the paved road, County Road 239. Unfortunately, my shirt was loose, and it covered the handle of my knife because one of the Starlings took my picture and claimed I was wearing a gun in a "western holster." Anyone with any knowledge of handguns could see that the sheath was too slim to hold a handgun, but the Starlings made a police report, and a complaint to the court was made by the state attorney's office.
This then is the third picture or video that the Starlings were johnny-on-the-spot with some kind of camera but never seemed to have one when I was stopping and staring or driving right nest to their property. You can't photograph someone who isn't there!
Returning to my unpublished book, "The Black Panther Betrayal," I put up a little sign on the window of the only store in Raiford, Florida. The sign read, "Have you seen a black panther? If you have, please call me." Soon after that I was prowling around the Osceola Forest area and stopped in Macclenny at Terry's.
I fell into a conversation with a Bienville Plantation bass fishing guide and one of the clerks. The guide told me, "I've seen a pair of black panthers at the Plantation, and so have other people. They've sold the land where the panthers used to run, but I know the club that has the land now. If they see one, they'll let me take you in there."
The clerk told me that she didn't even know that panthers were tan because all the ones she had heard of were black. She lived on St. Marys River which divided Florida and Georgia.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Guns, Guns
Near Ashcroft, Arizona, George Carpenter found that a panther had leaped about twenty-five feet through the limbs of a cedar tree to hit a coyote who was caught in a trap. The hit blew out all the ribs of the coyote and then killed him (page 136, "Puma, Mysterious American Cat" by Young and Goldman). These authors also mentioned that Charles Cory (1896) wrote that once a panther eats a pig, he prefers pig to all other game (page 129). I have a panther sighting to report: Allen Runion who works at Sapp's Pawn, Gun, And Archery in Gainesville, Florida told me about two weeks ago that he had seen a tan panther by Lake Noonan which is just a few miles outside Gainesville, to the east. Allen was riding a mountain bike on a trail near Lofton High School and the big cat leaped across the bike path in front of him. That was it. He was a very big cat and had a long tail. This happened about six years ago.
Officials in the government of the City of New Orleans have finally agreed to return firearms the city police illegally seized from citizens after Hurricane Katrina struck. Their willingness to return the guns was part of a settlement to resolve the suit broght against the city by the National Rifle Association and the Second Amendment Foundation. I recommend both of these organizations highly and urge all freedom loving Americans to join them. They membership fees are nominal. In addition, I have heard that there were even mercenaries from Blackwater hired by the government during Katrina's aftermath to illegally confiscate individuals' guns and that these mercenaries were nasty and more than willing to use force if you didn't surrender your guns immediately. Talking about guns, Tasha tells me that my lawyer, Miles Kinsell, a very able lawyer, told her that if a citizen has his guns seized by any governmental entity, he should have his lawyer write an intervention order to whomever has physical possession of the guns, usually a police or sheriff's office, and state clearly that these guns are the possession of the individual, and the individual wants them back. There is a problem with the guns being arrogantly sold or even destroyed by the entities keeping them. Miles has advised Tasha to call the Alachua Sheriff's Department and make sure my guns are still there. Apparently, there is nothing you can do legally if the entity destroys your guns or sells them to give money to the entity. That does not seem right or legal, so I'd advise you to check on that before you give up on the loss of your guns.
Peter "Two-Guns" Nickerson, MS,MSW at email peternickerson12@yahoo.com. May the backbones of freedom and truth loving individuals get bigger and harder. Please contact me for comments, questions, and to report sightings of black panthers, Bigfoot, and Skunk Apes. Thank you.
Officials in the government of the City of New Orleans have finally agreed to return firearms the city police illegally seized from citizens after Hurricane Katrina struck. Their willingness to return the guns was part of a settlement to resolve the suit broght against the city by the National Rifle Association and the Second Amendment Foundation. I recommend both of these organizations highly and urge all freedom loving Americans to join them. They membership fees are nominal. In addition, I have heard that there were even mercenaries from Blackwater hired by the government during Katrina's aftermath to illegally confiscate individuals' guns and that these mercenaries were nasty and more than willing to use force if you didn't surrender your guns immediately. Talking about guns, Tasha tells me that my lawyer, Miles Kinsell, a very able lawyer, told her that if a citizen has his guns seized by any governmental entity, he should have his lawyer write an intervention order to whomever has physical possession of the guns, usually a police or sheriff's office, and state clearly that these guns are the possession of the individual, and the individual wants them back. There is a problem with the guns being arrogantly sold or even destroyed by the entities keeping them. Miles has advised Tasha to call the Alachua Sheriff's Department and make sure my guns are still there. Apparently, there is nothing you can do legally if the entity destroys your guns or sells them to give money to the entity. That does not seem right or legal, so I'd advise you to check on that before you give up on the loss of your guns.
Peter "Two-Guns" Nickerson, MS,MSW at email peternickerson12@yahoo.com. May the backbones of freedom and truth loving individuals get bigger and harder. Please contact me for comments, questions, and to report sightings of black panthers, Bigfoot, and Skunk Apes. Thank you.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Naming Names
I've been struggling with this for some time because four years ago when I started writing about what was going on and naming names, my neighbors, Keith and Sherry ( I'll check her court complaints against me for the correct spellling) and Corporal Dan Stout and his wife, Sergeant Whitney Stout, both of the Gainesville Police Department, found some of my writings that I had left for an acquaintance at the Alachua Farm Center. I believe they got these writings which were excerpts from a book I was writing from another worker at the Farm Center. My neighbors' immediate response was to launch a blitzkreig of false charges against me. The judge who was in charge of the stalking charge against me eventually said, "They (Corporal and Sergeant Stout) are using the system." She made that comment after my lawyer, Lloyd Vipperman, asked for more specific information. Month after month Lloyd and I went to court, and the Stouts stonewalled us by not providing the information. Then we found that they had taken it upon themselves to refer the matter to the court for the mentally ill! Surely, they could not have done that without their assisstant state attorney acting with them, and that may be why she disappeared around the time that the State Attorney, Bill Cervone, offerred me a Deferred Prosecution Agreement. After weathering their mutliple charges, I have pulled my head inside my shell and not named names again, fearful of what would happen if I did. However, the episode at the S&S store in Worthington Springs this summer showed me that these people are implacably malevolent, and their lies and perjury must be defeated in the open if I am to have any peace and tranquility. They have cost my family and me many thousands of dollars, and I have lost my guns and gained a restraining order (when I initially tried to go to court without a lawyer. Don't do it!)
In a letter to John Cooper, editor and owner of "Florida Outdoors" magazine, a magazine in which I had a column dedicated to black panther sightings, a person identifying himself as Keith Starling, but not signing the letter, said that he was an avid hunter. The only hunting I knew of Keith doing was shooting a wild turkey from the back deck of his trailer. I have begun shooting a paintball marker at Clorox bottles and flying clay pigeons. If Keith Starling is the hunter he says he is, there's no excuse for him to run to the courts and say I am disobeying Judge Glant's order of not possessing a firearm. A bona fide hunter can easily tell the difference between a paintball gun shooting and a firearm shooting. There is no comparison in the loudness of the report. Such a charge has already been done by Corporal Dan Stout of the Gainesville Police Department when he made an emergency petition to the courts because he had read a writing of mine that mentioned that years before my wife had shot a rattlesnake with a shotgun. He apparently went to the Alachua Sheriff's Office and found that I had not turned in a shotgun with all the rest of my guns. He concluded that I still had a shotgun which was untrue, but I still had to hire a lawyer, John Whittaker, for thousands of dollars and go to court.The bizarreness of Corporal Dan Stout is seen, as only one example of many I will tell you about, when he also told the court that I had made a direct threat against him in the magazine, "Florida Outdoors." I had only said that the Stouts were the only people who lived beyond us on our lane. They were the only people who drove by our house. Further, I wrote that I thought a law should be passed that would allow people whose dog had been poisoned to be able to shoot the convicted poisoner in his stomach. Out of that, Dan Stout gleaned that I had made a direct threat to him. Guess we know who poisoned Raven. Attorney John Whittaker and I won that case. Judge
Glant wouldn't even hear Corporal Stout's charge that I had made a direct threat to him. It was too bizarre and unfounded.
Peter "Two-Guns" Nickerson at peternickerson12@yahoo.com. Please send me your comments and questions as well as any black panther, Bigfoot, or Swamp Ape sightings by you or someone you know. Thanks. May all freedom and truth loving people grow a bigger, harder backbone.
In a letter to John Cooper, editor and owner of "Florida Outdoors" magazine, a magazine in which I had a column dedicated to black panther sightings, a person identifying himself as Keith Starling, but not signing the letter, said that he was an avid hunter. The only hunting I knew of Keith doing was shooting a wild turkey from the back deck of his trailer. I have begun shooting a paintball marker at Clorox bottles and flying clay pigeons. If Keith Starling is the hunter he says he is, there's no excuse for him to run to the courts and say I am disobeying Judge Glant's order of not possessing a firearm. A bona fide hunter can easily tell the difference between a paintball gun shooting and a firearm shooting. There is no comparison in the loudness of the report. Such a charge has already been done by Corporal Dan Stout of the Gainesville Police Department when he made an emergency petition to the courts because he had read a writing of mine that mentioned that years before my wife had shot a rattlesnake with a shotgun. He apparently went to the Alachua Sheriff's Office and found that I had not turned in a shotgun with all the rest of my guns. He concluded that I still had a shotgun which was untrue, but I still had to hire a lawyer, John Whittaker, for thousands of dollars and go to court.The bizarreness of Corporal Dan Stout is seen, as only one example of many I will tell you about, when he also told the court that I had made a direct threat against him in the magazine, "Florida Outdoors." I had only said that the Stouts were the only people who lived beyond us on our lane. They were the only people who drove by our house. Further, I wrote that I thought a law should be passed that would allow people whose dog had been poisoned to be able to shoot the convicted poisoner in his stomach. Out of that, Dan Stout gleaned that I had made a direct threat to him. Guess we know who poisoned Raven. Attorney John Whittaker and I won that case. Judge
Glant wouldn't even hear Corporal Stout's charge that I had made a direct threat to him. It was too bizarre and unfounded.
Peter "Two-Guns" Nickerson at peternickerson12@yahoo.com. Please send me your comments and questions as well as any black panther, Bigfoot, or Swamp Ape sightings by you or someone you know. Thanks. May all freedom and truth loving people grow a bigger, harder backbone.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
B lack Panthers Everywhere!
The naturalists Young and Goldman wrote that the terrible mutilation a panther can create is apparently the reason he was set loose in the dungeons of the Incan rulers to punish treason and disobedience (from "Naturalist In La Plata" by W.H. Hudson - 1985).
Thanks to Mikah Singleton in South Carolina, I have a lot of black panther news to relate. In Florence, a federal prosecutor is becoming very angry at the typical condescension that government employees and those dependent upon the government give to reports of black panthers. This is what I write about in my book, "The Black Panther Betrayal" which appears here from time to time. The federal prosecutor's eleven year-old son encountered a black panther, and the father attempted to report the sighting. He was met by patronizing government officials who only smirked at him, suggesting such regular explanations as "it was probably only a black lab." The federal prosecutor is first not used to being treated this way by the government, and secondly, he is used to proving his point. Consequently, he has rounded up affidavits of six reputable men who have seen black panthers including one from a deputy who shot at one. I gather he did not kill the panther. I don't know if this father and federal prosecutor will be able to break the wall of denial which I posit goes all the way to the Department of Interior and is supported by Big Timber, Big Development, and Big Construction. But I am sure he is a very determined man, and his sense of honor will be outraged by the corruption. He may join us in chipping away at the wall on which Humpty Dumpty, the black panther deniar, sits. Humpty Dumpty will fall unless this republic becomes a dictatorship first. Then the government can contiue to lie their butts off, and very, very few of us will have the courage to say anything.
Mikah has also learned from John Lusk, Director, The Puma Field Research Society, that an Amish man in Pennsylvania has been arrested for making a false police report. Mikah wanted me to call John first to make sure all the details were correct before I told you about this, but life is short. The Amish man was alerted by a neighbor that two tan panthers were coming his way. Three panthers had been seen in the area, and the Amish man had lost livestock from predation. He took his 30/06 into the woods and shot one panther. As he kneeled down to inspect his kill, a second panther hit him from behind, injuring him. He fought the panther off with a knife and then went to the emergency room where the doctor says the wounds are consistent with a panther attack. However, the Department of Natural Resources does not agree with him and claims to have discovered nothing to support his claim, and is therefore charging him. Mikah did not know where the supposedly dead panther went. How far will the government go in a coverup? If the individual Amish man is being truthful, and government is being corrupt ( Perish the thought!), the question is why would it go to such lengths. Is the critical mass of assertive sighters of black panthers grown to such a size, that the government figures draconian and evil measures must be made? What are the plans for the goverment concerning our woods? Do they plan to keep the borders open so immigrants can swarm in and occupty every inch of this once beautiful country? Having lived in Florida for eleven years, I can tell you that is not unimaginable based upon what has happened and continues to happen in this former natural paradise. So we can't have panthers, especially black panthers, or anyone else get in the way of gvernment's plan to stack us humans up because development is good for the country (read "goverment")
Peter "Two-Guns" Nickerson at peternickerson12@yahoo.com. Please contact me with your comments, questions, black panther, Bigfoot, and Swamp Ape sightings. Thank-you.
May our backbones get bigger and harder!
Thanks to Mikah Singleton in South Carolina, I have a lot of black panther news to relate. In Florence, a federal prosecutor is becoming very angry at the typical condescension that government employees and those dependent upon the government give to reports of black panthers. This is what I write about in my book, "The Black Panther Betrayal" which appears here from time to time. The federal prosecutor's eleven year-old son encountered a black panther, and the father attempted to report the sighting. He was met by patronizing government officials who only smirked at him, suggesting such regular explanations as "it was probably only a black lab." The federal prosecutor is first not used to being treated this way by the government, and secondly, he is used to proving his point. Consequently, he has rounded up affidavits of six reputable men who have seen black panthers including one from a deputy who shot at one. I gather he did not kill the panther. I don't know if this father and federal prosecutor will be able to break the wall of denial which I posit goes all the way to the Department of Interior and is supported by Big Timber, Big Development, and Big Construction. But I am sure he is a very determined man, and his sense of honor will be outraged by the corruption. He may join us in chipping away at the wall on which Humpty Dumpty, the black panther deniar, sits. Humpty Dumpty will fall unless this republic becomes a dictatorship first. Then the government can contiue to lie their butts off, and very, very few of us will have the courage to say anything.
Mikah has also learned from John Lusk, Director, The Puma Field Research Society, that an Amish man in Pennsylvania has been arrested for making a false police report. Mikah wanted me to call John first to make sure all the details were correct before I told you about this, but life is short. The Amish man was alerted by a neighbor that two tan panthers were coming his way. Three panthers had been seen in the area, and the Amish man had lost livestock from predation. He took his 30/06 into the woods and shot one panther. As he kneeled down to inspect his kill, a second panther hit him from behind, injuring him. He fought the panther off with a knife and then went to the emergency room where the doctor says the wounds are consistent with a panther attack. However, the Department of Natural Resources does not agree with him and claims to have discovered nothing to support his claim, and is therefore charging him. Mikah did not know where the supposedly dead panther went. How far will the government go in a coverup? If the individual Amish man is being truthful, and government is being corrupt ( Perish the thought!), the question is why would it go to such lengths. Is the critical mass of assertive sighters of black panthers grown to such a size, that the government figures draconian and evil measures must be made? What are the plans for the goverment concerning our woods? Do they plan to keep the borders open so immigrants can swarm in and occupty every inch of this once beautiful country? Having lived in Florida for eleven years, I can tell you that is not unimaginable based upon what has happened and continues to happen in this former natural paradise. So we can't have panthers, especially black panthers, or anyone else get in the way of gvernment's plan to stack us humans up because development is good for the country (read "goverment")
Peter "Two-Guns" Nickerson at peternickerson12@yahoo.com. Please contact me with your comments, questions, black panther, Bigfoot, and Swamp Ape sightings. Thank-you.
May our backbones get bigger and harder!
Monday, December 15, 2008
Cameras And Lies
George Madison of Virginia said at the Constitutional Convention at Philadelphia in 1787, "In future times, a great majority of the people will not only be without landed (sic), but any other sort of property. These people will eiher combine, under the influence of their common situation - in which case the rights of property and the public liberty will not be secure in their hands - or what is more probable, they will become the tools of opulence and ambition; in which case, there will be equal danger on the other side." As I interpret this, Madison was warning against two possiblities. One was that people with nothing would realize they could vote themselves other people's money and other people's liberty. The other possibility was that people with nothing would be controlled by others more powerful than they. Both have happened with the election of Obama: people think they will loot the "rich," plus they have been emotionally manipulated to vote for someone they know very little, if anything, about. Obama has used them just like Stalin's useful idiots were used.
Last week, a great burden was lifted from my shoulders: I wrote a $50 money order, a $100 one to the Union County Library, and a $100 one to the 4-H program. This was in accordance with the terms of my Deferred Prosecution that was negotiated by my lawyer, Easy Mover, and the State Attorney. I named this attorney "Easy Mover" because at the conference table when meeting for the first time, I was aware that he seemed very athletic and strong just from the way he held himself and moved. I felt old and rickety. What brought me to Easy Mover was a suppossed violation of my restraining order. If you, honored reader, know of anyone who has a restraining or protective order against him or against someone else, or anyone considering using such a restraint, I would advise you to have that person read this posting. It will contain real-life information about restraining orders. First of all, I did not know I have a restraining order. It was my own fault. The civil court judge said he had considered not allowing me to use my lane to get out to the highway because the Jean Jones had testified falsely that I stopped my truck on the lane and stared at her plus I drove the truck as close to their property as possible. She made this claim without any evidence such as a picture or video. But when a rescued black lab jumped out of our truck, she was johny-on-the-spot with a camera. She took a picture of Shadow before Tasha could get him back in the truck. Shadow never touched her property; he stayed on the private lane, but since we didn't own that part of the lane, the dogcatchers came, and it cost us a fine. Another time, Jean Jones videoed my bedmate Pogo, a rescued rat terrier, when he was on the lane. She then had a dogcatcher view the video. Next the dogcatcher came to our property with a policewoman wanting to view all our dogs to see if we had one that fit the video. Mistakenly, I let them on the property. I should have demanded a search warrant. She claimed Pogo fit the dog in the video, but I couldn't see the video unless I went to court. The dogcatcher warned me the judge could fine me as much as $200. I couldn't risk that so she shook me down for $75. Jean Jones, then, had cameras and camcorders for dogs on the lane but none for me. Why? Because I never stopped and stared or drove close to their property.
Peter "Two-Guns" Nickerson at peternickerson12@yahoo.com. Comments and questions welcomed as well as black panther and Bigfoot sightings.
Last week, a great burden was lifted from my shoulders: I wrote a $50 money order, a $100 one to the Union County Library, and a $100 one to the 4-H program. This was in accordance with the terms of my Deferred Prosecution that was negotiated by my lawyer, Easy Mover, and the State Attorney. I named this attorney "Easy Mover" because at the conference table when meeting for the first time, I was aware that he seemed very athletic and strong just from the way he held himself and moved. I felt old and rickety. What brought me to Easy Mover was a suppossed violation of my restraining order. If you, honored reader, know of anyone who has a restraining or protective order against him or against someone else, or anyone considering using such a restraint, I would advise you to have that person read this posting. It will contain real-life information about restraining orders. First of all, I did not know I have a restraining order. It was my own fault. The civil court judge said he had considered not allowing me to use my lane to get out to the highway because the Jean Jones had testified falsely that I stopped my truck on the lane and stared at her plus I drove the truck as close to their property as possible. She made this claim without any evidence such as a picture or video. But when a rescued black lab jumped out of our truck, she was johny-on-the-spot with a camera. She took a picture of Shadow before Tasha could get him back in the truck. Shadow never touched her property; he stayed on the private lane, but since we didn't own that part of the lane, the dogcatchers came, and it cost us a fine. Another time, Jean Jones videoed my bedmate Pogo, a rescued rat terrier, when he was on the lane. She then had a dogcatcher view the video. Next the dogcatcher came to our property with a policewoman wanting to view all our dogs to see if we had one that fit the video. Mistakenly, I let them on the property. I should have demanded a search warrant. She claimed Pogo fit the dog in the video, but I couldn't see the video unless I went to court. The dogcatcher warned me the judge could fine me as much as $200. I couldn't risk that so she shook me down for $75. Jean Jones, then, had cameras and camcorders for dogs on the lane but none for me. Why? Because I never stopped and stared or drove close to their property.
Peter "Two-Guns" Nickerson at peternickerson12@yahoo.com. Comments and questions welcomed as well as black panther and Bigfoot sightings.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Blog Check
Two days ago, I labored mightily for an hour making a post and just after I pressed the key to post it, I got an "Server Error" post and lost everything. I thought that was ironic since in the last post I had written that I have some very serious enemies - a cop couple unfortunately - and I was sure they had access to the very latest in computer techniques or to those who did. I was afraid to be coonected to the Internet at home for fear someone would backload child porn into my computer. Then the next time I blog it disappears when I complete it and press post. Let's see then what happens with this posting.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Pooping On The Ground
First, I have what my sister Sarah calls " a knowledgeable fact": "Evil is the use of political power to destry others for the purpose of defending or perserving the integrity of one's sick self." This was from M. Scott Peck, M.D. in his book "People Of The Lie" page 241. On page 244, Peck asserts that "free will is the ultimate human reality." Of course that is anathema to the victimologists.
Yesterday, I wrote about the neighbors from hell who charged me with stopping my truck and staring at them and driving my truck as close to their property as possible(this was done in court by Jean Jones, who carried on so hysterically that she had to be aided out of the courtroom by an elegantly dressed woman. Tasha thinks the woman was their lawyer's wife which would mean that the whole act was choreographed by their lawyer). However, Jean had no evidence, no pictures or videos to back up her tearful assertions. On the other hand when Shadow jumped out of our truck on the lane, Jean Jones was right there with her camera to film him. He never touched her property but simply remained on our private lane ( that part was not owned by us though) because Tasha quickly stopped the truck and put him back into it. But Jean was johnny-on-the-spot with her camera, and we had to pay the dogcatcher around a hundred dollars. Do you see how trite both Jean and the dogcatcher were? Isn't government suppossed to be a hallmark of civilization? But isn't it the truth that in too many instances governement is not civilized but only a shakedown artist? Another time, my little bedmate Pogo,the rat terrier,got out on the lane, and again Jean was right there with her video camera. She called the dogcatcher who came to view the video. Then the dogcatcher returned with a cop and told me she wanted on our property to see if the dog in the video was one of ours. I was silly and let her in. She decided on Pogo. The only way she would allow me to view Jean Jones' video to make sure the dog that trivial woman filmed was actually Pogo was to go to court. But I was warned by the dogcatcher that the judge could charge me $200 if he found me guilty whereas she would only charge me $75 right then. If I had $200, I'd gone to court. So how is it that Jean Jones who must spend a worthless life staring out of her trailer every time we drive by, can have a camera and a video ready when a dog gets on the lane but has no picures or video of me stopping and staring and driving as close to their property as possible? The answer is obvious: she didn't film me or video me because I didn't do either. She perjured herself in court with her hysterical presentation. She's a good actress and an excellent liar though. Jean must have a refined code of dishonor.
I also wrote yesterday about Castro and his woman who wears the clothing of a fundamentalist Muslim except that everything is white pooping on the ground in the lot adjacent to theirs. I wonder how long it will be before the new neighbors discover and complain about that. I've noticed a lot more flies around since Castro and his woman moved in. Castro also does a fair amount of shooting at night. I guess he is shooting at owls, possums, and other predators as he has chickens, but I also wonder if he has a marijuana crop hidden somewhere, and the shooting is designed to keep people away. I've seen him make short runs in his truck at midnight. The people who were busted in the old cops' house next to us did the same thing several years ago. Trucks would appear in the middle of the night, back up to the garage, and then I could see several men moving quickly around the back of the truck. Very soon - ten minutes or so - the truck would drive away. I told Tasha my hypothesis, but she characteristically poo-pooed it. Finally, the DEA and the county cops came with en masse, in cars, a heliocopter, and an armed personnel carrier. They also brought an interpreter as all the people in the grow house spoke only Spanish. Since their arrest, the old cops' house has remained vacant. Just this weekend, Tasha told me a realtor had told her no one could live there because of all the chemicals used in their drug operation. I don't think anyone would destroy the house and build there again as the property is a piece of swamp in the rainy season. But who knows?
Peter "Two-Guns" Nickerson at peternickerson12@yahoo.com.
Yesterday, I wrote about the neighbors from hell who charged me with stopping my truck and staring at them and driving my truck as close to their property as possible(this was done in court by Jean Jones, who carried on so hysterically that she had to be aided out of the courtroom by an elegantly dressed woman. Tasha thinks the woman was their lawyer's wife which would mean that the whole act was choreographed by their lawyer). However, Jean had no evidence, no pictures or videos to back up her tearful assertions. On the other hand when Shadow jumped out of our truck on the lane, Jean Jones was right there with her camera to film him. He never touched her property but simply remained on our private lane ( that part was not owned by us though) because Tasha quickly stopped the truck and put him back into it. But Jean was johnny-on-the-spot with her camera, and we had to pay the dogcatcher around a hundred dollars. Do you see how trite both Jean and the dogcatcher were? Isn't government suppossed to be a hallmark of civilization? But isn't it the truth that in too many instances governement is not civilized but only a shakedown artist? Another time, my little bedmate Pogo,the rat terrier,got out on the lane, and again Jean was right there with her video camera. She called the dogcatcher who came to view the video. Then the dogcatcher returned with a cop and told me she wanted on our property to see if the dog in the video was one of ours. I was silly and let her in. She decided on Pogo. The only way she would allow me to view Jean Jones' video to make sure the dog that trivial woman filmed was actually Pogo was to go to court. But I was warned by the dogcatcher that the judge could charge me $200 if he found me guilty whereas she would only charge me $75 right then. If I had $200, I'd gone to court. So how is it that Jean Jones who must spend a worthless life staring out of her trailer every time we drive by, can have a camera and a video ready when a dog gets on the lane but has no picures or video of me stopping and staring and driving as close to their property as possible? The answer is obvious: she didn't film me or video me because I didn't do either. She perjured herself in court with her hysterical presentation. She's a good actress and an excellent liar though. Jean must have a refined code of dishonor.
I also wrote yesterday about Castro and his woman who wears the clothing of a fundamentalist Muslim except that everything is white pooping on the ground in the lot adjacent to theirs. I wonder how long it will be before the new neighbors discover and complain about that. I've noticed a lot more flies around since Castro and his woman moved in. Castro also does a fair amount of shooting at night. I guess he is shooting at owls, possums, and other predators as he has chickens, but I also wonder if he has a marijuana crop hidden somewhere, and the shooting is designed to keep people away. I've seen him make short runs in his truck at midnight. The people who were busted in the old cops' house next to us did the same thing several years ago. Trucks would appear in the middle of the night, back up to the garage, and then I could see several men moving quickly around the back of the truck. Very soon - ten minutes or so - the truck would drive away. I told Tasha my hypothesis, but she characteristically poo-pooed it. Finally, the DEA and the county cops came with en masse, in cars, a heliocopter, and an armed personnel carrier. They also brought an interpreter as all the people in the grow house spoke only Spanish. Since their arrest, the old cops' house has remained vacant. Just this weekend, Tasha told me a realtor had told her no one could live there because of all the chemicals used in their drug operation. I don't think anyone would destroy the house and build there again as the property is a piece of swamp in the rainy season. But who knows?
Peter "Two-Guns" Nickerson at peternickerson12@yahoo.com.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Too Long
I've been off the Internet too long. Things like going to Toastmaster's and putting up a new canopy for the horses have taken away coming here to the library to blog. I have some serious enemies and since some of them have access to the very latest in developments with computers and the Internet, I am afraid that if I had a computer hooked up to the Internet, they would back-load child pornography into my computer. Maybe if I bell the cat, I would feel secure enough to get on the Internet from a laptop, but that's down the road at best.
Someone has moved into the lot at the end of the lane. I introduced myself to them last night. I was out in the lane feeding the cat family and got them to stop when they drove by. Their big, red dog was escorting them up the lane. I warned them, "If the people in the trailer up the lane see your dog, they will think it is one of mine and report you to the dogcatchers." The man assured me he was building a big pen for the dog, and I had heard pounding from that direction earlier in the day. I warned them again, "They will call the dogcatcher and even take pictures of dogs, call the dogcatcher, and give them the picture. Then the dogcatcher will go around trying to find the dog in the picture. And it costs a lot to get your dog out of the dogpound too." I heard much more pounding the next day. The new people had an outdoor light put in at the end of the lane. I welcome the additional neighbors in that with them vehicles are going up and down the lane much more frequently. Today, we had a school bus go up and down the lane. The neighbors from hell will be less likely to make up false charges against me because I am not so isolated. Their charges like the past ones that I stopped the truck and stared at them and that I drove as close to their property as possible will be more difficult to make with more neighbors coming and going. It is an irony that I who loved the isolation and the subsequent animals and plant life around me should be relieved to have development.
The new family is situated diagonally across the lane from the homesteaders, Castro and his woman. Castro has his property up for sale, and there had been a realtor's sign at the paved road advertising a house for sale. Maybe the big shed Castro built qualifies as a house in Cuba and other Communist countries, but apparently the people going down the lane to see it didn't think so. The realtor's sign was changed to property for sale. If people get out and walk the property, they should see the poop and toilet paper Castro and his woman are leaving on the adjoining property.
Saturday evening, before dark, I was walking down the lane with a can of dog food for the cats. Castro drove by me in his rickety pickup. He has a cap on the pickup, and in the back window has drawn a white cross with a huge black snake on one side and a huge white snake on the other side. I think I've mentioned I've found dead roosters at his gate. When Castro saw me, he drove by but then stopped and didn't start again until I emptied the dog food into the cats' bowl and started back up the lane. As he drove off, I thought, "Now isn't it nice of him to stop in the lane on my property to watch what I am doing on my property?" He must be a communist since they don't recognize the individual or his property rights. Maybe he's planning to return to Cuba. Does anyone do that willingly?
Peter "Two-Guns" Nickerson at peternickerson12@yahoo.com
Someone has moved into the lot at the end of the lane. I introduced myself to them last night. I was out in the lane feeding the cat family and got them to stop when they drove by. Their big, red dog was escorting them up the lane. I warned them, "If the people in the trailer up the lane see your dog, they will think it is one of mine and report you to the dogcatchers." The man assured me he was building a big pen for the dog, and I had heard pounding from that direction earlier in the day. I warned them again, "They will call the dogcatcher and even take pictures of dogs, call the dogcatcher, and give them the picture. Then the dogcatcher will go around trying to find the dog in the picture. And it costs a lot to get your dog out of the dogpound too." I heard much more pounding the next day. The new people had an outdoor light put in at the end of the lane. I welcome the additional neighbors in that with them vehicles are going up and down the lane much more frequently. Today, we had a school bus go up and down the lane. The neighbors from hell will be less likely to make up false charges against me because I am not so isolated. Their charges like the past ones that I stopped the truck and stared at them and that I drove as close to their property as possible will be more difficult to make with more neighbors coming and going. It is an irony that I who loved the isolation and the subsequent animals and plant life around me should be relieved to have development.
The new family is situated diagonally across the lane from the homesteaders, Castro and his woman. Castro has his property up for sale, and there had been a realtor's sign at the paved road advertising a house for sale. Maybe the big shed Castro built qualifies as a house in Cuba and other Communist countries, but apparently the people going down the lane to see it didn't think so. The realtor's sign was changed to property for sale. If people get out and walk the property, they should see the poop and toilet paper Castro and his woman are leaving on the adjoining property.
Saturday evening, before dark, I was walking down the lane with a can of dog food for the cats. Castro drove by me in his rickety pickup. He has a cap on the pickup, and in the back window has drawn a white cross with a huge black snake on one side and a huge white snake on the other side. I think I've mentioned I've found dead roosters at his gate. When Castro saw me, he drove by but then stopped and didn't start again until I emptied the dog food into the cats' bowl and started back up the lane. As he drove off, I thought, "Now isn't it nice of him to stop in the lane on my property to watch what I am doing on my property?" He must be a communist since they don't recognize the individual or his property rights. Maybe he's planning to return to Cuba. Does anyone do that willingly?
Peter "Two-Guns" Nickerson at peternickerson12@yahoo.com
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Feral Housecats
Tasha is much quicker than I am. This summer the dogs kept racing out the back door to bark at something in a corner of the back yard by the fence. Tasha hypothesized that with such ardor displayed by the dogs, they must be after a cat, and since the cat seemed to be there a lot, she must be attending to a litter of kittens. She went into the area the dogs were barking at and in an old, abandoned dog house I brought to Florida from Virginia (Tasha's company provided excellent moving services), a litter of spotted white kittens was found. Tasha began taking out food and spending time with them. This apparently alarmed the mother, and she moved the kittens next to a fallen log. Tasha found them again and continued to pay attemtion to them. Mother cat moved them again, probably off our property, and Tasha could not find them this time. We wondered what happened to them.
About a month ago, we began to get glimpses of them on the lane. Kando, the Navy Seal, counted three young spotted cats and their mother on the lane one day. But that night I heard the coyotes singing nearby and hoped they weren't celebrating a cat dinner. Several nights later, I saw two spotted young cats and their mother on the lane. They were very wild and disappeared quickly. Tasha bought a bad of Science cat food, and I began putting out food for them. I wouldn't see them, but in the morning the food would be gone. My head lamp had worn out so I bought a new one, an Energizer with one watt power, a much more powerful one, at Walmart. A couple of nights later, I was feeding and watering the horses and goats when my new head lamp serendipitiously picked up three sets of very bright eyes looking at me. I knew it was the cat family. It had been raining, and they were apparently using the ruins of an old shed on our property for shelter. I continue to put out cat food and canned dog food for them. Last night my head lamp picked up their bright eyes on the edge of a big pasture which is situated on the east side of our property. This is where the coyotes roam, and I had heard them singing last night. I picked up only two pairs of cat eyes. About an hour later, a second search was made because I was worried about them, and this time, three pairs of eyes twinkled brightly back at me father up the lane. I was very relieved to see the third cat.
Theodore Roosevelt, a great hunter and conservationist, tells the story of the Confederate General "Red" Jackson of Bellmeade, Tennessee who as a cavalry officer in the Southwest rode a one-eyed Kentucky horse up to a standing grizzly bear. he avoided the blow from the forepaw of the bear somewhow, and then with his sword split the grizzly's skull. This is from Roosevelt's "The Wilderness Hunter, page 126, Elkhorn edition.
I hope you have enjoyed this and will come back for more. Peter "Two-Guns" Nickerson at peternickerson12@yahoo.com.
About a month ago, we began to get glimpses of them on the lane. Kando, the Navy Seal, counted three young spotted cats and their mother on the lane one day. But that night I heard the coyotes singing nearby and hoped they weren't celebrating a cat dinner. Several nights later, I saw two spotted young cats and their mother on the lane. They were very wild and disappeared quickly. Tasha bought a bad of Science cat food, and I began putting out food for them. I wouldn't see them, but in the morning the food would be gone. My head lamp had worn out so I bought a new one, an Energizer with one watt power, a much more powerful one, at Walmart. A couple of nights later, I was feeding and watering the horses and goats when my new head lamp serendipitiously picked up three sets of very bright eyes looking at me. I knew it was the cat family. It had been raining, and they were apparently using the ruins of an old shed on our property for shelter. I continue to put out cat food and canned dog food for them. Last night my head lamp picked up their bright eyes on the edge of a big pasture which is situated on the east side of our property. This is where the coyotes roam, and I had heard them singing last night. I picked up only two pairs of cat eyes. About an hour later, a second search was made because I was worried about them, and this time, three pairs of eyes twinkled brightly back at me father up the lane. I was very relieved to see the third cat.
Theodore Roosevelt, a great hunter and conservationist, tells the story of the Confederate General "Red" Jackson of Bellmeade, Tennessee who as a cavalry officer in the Southwest rode a one-eyed Kentucky horse up to a standing grizzly bear. he avoided the blow from the forepaw of the bear somewhow, and then with his sword split the grizzly's skull. This is from Roosevelt's "The Wilderness Hunter, page 126, Elkhorn edition.
I hope you have enjoyed this and will come back for more. Peter "Two-Guns" Nickerson at peternickerson12@yahoo.com.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Sarah Needs To Laugh
Rebecca is not going to change. People change only through a crisis, and Rebecca is hardly in one. She has married a millionaire, is remodeling his big house on the river, and is driving a big, red convertible. She's at the top of her game. Plus, the hatefullness is very old and applies to other people besides Sarah. She's used in on Sarah's younger son, our brother Ron, and me all in one evening over the phone. I also saw that hatefullness expressed toward her husband Lucky at dinner almost thirty years ago at a restaurant on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. She said so many despicable things to him that I marveled that Lucky did not stick his fork into her right there at the table. Believe me, that can happened: recently, The Enforcer had all the vitriol he was going to take from Gloria at the dinner table and poked his fork into her chest.
I will try to get Sarah to see that having herself, Rebecca, and me in one place is bringing together the critical mass for an explosion. I can easily see myself trying to intervene between Rebecca and Sarah and trying to bring other people into it. Rebecca is very appearance conscious and would not want her loathesome behavior known by those who count to her. I could do that.
If we don't want me social-working Hayden Lake for an intervention on Rebeca, and mother having a heart attack, then Sarah needs to establish an acceptable equilibrium with Rebecca. The only way I think she can do that is to be able to think and talk assertively when Rebecca confronts her. The best way to do that is indirectly through the use of absurdity. Sarah can laugh at the absurdity of what Rebecca says by making it more absurd, laughing all the way. Meanwhile, I can work on not being the protective big brother by laughing at the absurdity of my sister Sarah, a summa cum laude college graduate, allowing herself to be flummoxed by Rebecca, a little community college graduate. I don't need to get into an undifferentiated ego mass with Sarah; if she wants to co-exist with Rebecca, she can do it. I've pointed the way, now she, not I, needs to do the work. In writing this, I think I have worked out the best advice not only for Sarah but for myself.
I've mentioned Captain (UK) James Ashcroft writing "Making A Killing." He also claims that he has read somewhere that 15,000 American rounds are fired to kill one enemy in Iraq. Finally, he asks how many of us know that after Saddam invaded Kuwait in 1990, and allied forces were beginning their build-up in the Gulf, Osama bin Laden offerred the use of al Quada forces to Saudi Arabia to use to fight Saddam's forces. Saudi Arabia declined, preferring to use American might.
Thank you for your readership and please come back. Peter "Two-Guns" Nickerson at peternickerson12@yahoo.com.
I will try to get Sarah to see that having herself, Rebecca, and me in one place is bringing together the critical mass for an explosion. I can easily see myself trying to intervene between Rebecca and Sarah and trying to bring other people into it. Rebecca is very appearance conscious and would not want her loathesome behavior known by those who count to her. I could do that.
If we don't want me social-working Hayden Lake for an intervention on Rebeca, and mother having a heart attack, then Sarah needs to establish an acceptable equilibrium with Rebecca. The only way I think she can do that is to be able to think and talk assertively when Rebecca confronts her. The best way to do that is indirectly through the use of absurdity. Sarah can laugh at the absurdity of what Rebecca says by making it more absurd, laughing all the way. Meanwhile, I can work on not being the protective big brother by laughing at the absurdity of my sister Sarah, a summa cum laude college graduate, allowing herself to be flummoxed by Rebecca, a little community college graduate. I don't need to get into an undifferentiated ego mass with Sarah; if she wants to co-exist with Rebecca, she can do it. I've pointed the way, now she, not I, needs to do the work. In writing this, I think I have worked out the best advice not only for Sarah but for myself.
I've mentioned Captain (UK) James Ashcroft writing "Making A Killing." He also claims that he has read somewhere that 15,000 American rounds are fired to kill one enemy in Iraq. Finally, he asks how many of us know that after Saddam invaded Kuwait in 1990, and allied forces were beginning their build-up in the Gulf, Osama bin Laden offerred the use of al Quada forces to Saudi Arabia to use to fight Saddam's forces. Saudi Arabia declined, preferring to use American might.
Thank you for your readership and please come back. Peter "Two-Guns" Nickerson at peternickerson12@yahoo.com.
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