As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
I'm sitting here waiting to feed cattle at 11 when my neighbor will kindly bring feed on a HAARP dead cloud sky day.
Dear LC, I was smiling when you talked about wearing your ratty old coat instead of your newer one. I do the same thing! Smart! Why advertise? Thanks, Anne
I was thinking what Anne mentioned above in I have come across another gimmick that for some reason works. Not on all people, but it is part of my camo.
I have mentioned sinus troubles in cold weather, so I wear either my fake fur Mad Bomber hat or I wear this thing from the Thrift in a kind of Radar from MASH, camo deer knit cap. Both are warm, the Mad Bomber though comes out in the 20 below stuff, while the Radar is for 20 degree weather.
I get more people who smile at me, but see I am smiling or jumping out of there way shopping, so it is part of the act I put on. Yes you get these zombie children who are nothing but stick up the ass hate and tard, but I get more people who give positive reactions to me from those goofy hats, without thinking I am a goof.
I have no idea why these things disarm people in their reactions, but they do. I did get allot of comments on the fur Mad Bomber for awhile too, but people have seen it enough, and by God they notice me as I have people reacting to me that I do not know. One told TL and I she had not seen us for awhile. I had no idea who the gal was, but again, I do not stand in line like a son of a bitch mad at the world. I bother people in making commentary about things to get them to smile. It is all part of my cover. I am outgoing which puts the barrier of me further out than people who are glowering which causes a closer contact. The stage is a place that people look at you from afar.
God has made me a natural performer, even as shy as I am all through my life. I do not like people and I am uncomfortable around them. So I compensate by reacting with the two leggers, usually loudly, with humor and others see it and they in the Bier would say, "I am a good shit".
In the Thrift last week, there was this lard ass teenager, she had bought some glassware and was standing in the way, wrapping it like it was Fabrege eggs. The teller who I knew as a teacher from school, and I bother with conversation and likes me, was busy and trying to get the lump out of the way as there is only that one spot on the counter. A normal person would have moved over a little bit, allowed me to pack my things, and that would have moved things along. Not Miss Lard Ass though as she was too self absorbed and important.
I told TL that was a future rape and fodder reality in Darwin as she is too stupid to know a meltdown and will stand there while bad things happen, because the world rotates around her fat ass she thinks.
Her Gram looked normal. Her two flea bit brothers acted aware, but this dumb bitch could have used a kick in the ass and some screaming by her parents to get her woke from her woke.
Everything is presentation. Some people like Anne come by it natural. It helps to have comfort in your own skin and not worry about looking like like you are poor, because it is camo that preppers never tell you, because you know everyone of these prepper who write about things are anal, have everything pretty and all have that look of a fox flushed from their weed patch that just got mowed and they don't know what to do next.
I like JYG as while I do not do his camo of being so dirty that no virus would penetrate his oil and dirt, he has camo and people leave him to hell alone. He looks like a wild animal in the store. He does that and people keep away, except his inner circle who know him for who he is, and we all get along good, because none of us pull shit on other people and do not have an ax to grind.
The best lessons I ever got in John Wayne, were from my Grandpa and my Beloved Uncle. My parents never taught jack shit about most things, except telling my sisters to not get rides from cops as cops rape women.
Grandpa always said, "It ain't illegal if you don't get caught".
Beloved Uncle always said, "Just act like a stupid farmer as cops expect you to be stupid and they leave you alone".
I never have had much fortune with the stupid farmer stuff with cops, as they are predators. Sure I am friendly to not make trouble, but I got this look of a hunter in my eye, and I do not suffer those who are pulling me over to rob me, and are lying about it. Last time, I has this highway dick in another state, pull us over, start lecturing and lying about seat belts, and I had enough of that shit as I had things to do, so I just asked him, 'How do I pay this". Junior did not like that at all, as he said, "I'm getting to that".
Look, you got penis head looking cops, who pass a culling examine so only penis heads who follow orders to violate the law without conscience pass the test. Most are herd dwellers, you got a few who are real bullies, and then you got pale ones who have no friends, and they never will get married even to a groupie as they are miniature in every way. They are cops because they want to be listened to and have a captive audience. Think of them as armed teachers who do not have students to molest.
So yes I should have just sat there and acted stupid, but I disliked being robbed and I disliked this low IQ lecturing at me and lying to me. So after all this bullshit, he let us go, and of course........he did not file the ticket for four days, which made me wait to pay the fine for almost a week.That is the penis head type, real bully passive aggressive, in going to make people be put out as long as they can, because they can abuse the rule of law.
As Uncle would tell my brother, "Fix the problem that way you won't get pulled over". Pretty hard to do in being poor and having an old parking lot crash pick up. My local police know us, and they leave us alone, like they leave JYG alone and leave the Tractor Whisperer alone.......after TW was pulled over and they gave his 1948 pickup a going over as it had no seat belts. He just smiled, laughed and talked to the boys in wasting their time.
We are coming to a time when things will be less police as they will have more important things to do in trying to stay alive from Russian missiles and Bible things, so I do not have this as my grand focus, but I do have the other camo going on, as I do not want anyone showing up here, or ever thinking I have something.
The Brier is still a place that I leave things, including groceries in the back of the pick up and no one dares take anything out. The farm store clients all look like they will kill you anyway .Just their type and I fit right in.........although I am the friendly type that the checkers like. They all drive like the parking lot is the Indy 500 and is just a rural thing as fields and parking lots are wide open zones for driving like we always do.
Anyway I got to go get ready to feed. While I am not Sally from Gunsmoke with Worthless the mule, I camo real well with the son of Rain Man in the Thrift who is autistic goofy as a loon. He talks loud, scares people, but I just give him shit. He liked my big boots awhile back, so I told him that comes from eating my Cheerios. He liked that and repeated, "comes from eating my Cheerios". Yes you have to know which odd balls you can pet, but as he was around so much and kept trying to interact, it was better to use him as camo...........better than that creepy Chamelion ,who I have not see around, as I think I chased that serial rapist murderer kidnapper away, by just focusing on him and pealing off the layer of his "do not notice me zone" which they always have projecting. See I keep people safe by just being me, in my ratty old coat and doing my own camo thing.
Nuff Said
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