About the Author
Arrived 10:40 a.m. 23 September 1945, Amarillo, Texas.
I would never get to meet my father, then in the midst of
WWII invasion into Italy, with Allied forces. Vernon found
himself recovering from battle wounds in a field hospital,
in the arms of his grade school sweetheart. They married
somewhere in Europe after the War was over. My mother
moved to San Francisco to find a sailor to marry, with so
many to pick from, all getting out of the Navy, a War won.
At 4 years old 4 year old Joyce happened to meet me, on
my way to see her. Surprised she burst out you saved my
life! I looked to my right, a man was basking in the sun in
tall grass. While looking back at her something to my left
caught my attention. I turned to see a circle of light under
water 2 feet away, open to my left, a deep sparkling portal,
answer to the question "what is life" is a light and a water!
I was surprised in grade school to hear my friends telling
me how good-looking my mother was: a sailor's catch in a
bar room fight with a drummer band member after a show
she went to married her. I felt the sailor was not my father.
I did not seem to have a talent for most of what was being
taught in school, including writing, but since I could draw I
became a draftsman for 11 years, in the 1960' to 1979, liked
drawing machinist drawings best for making castings, easy
to take out of their molds. Also I was #1 hawking circus and
Ice Show events coast to coast working Ringling Brothers &
Barnum and Bailey, and saw America from circus trains. But
between circus seasons from fancy hotels, working for their
Walt Disney on Ice and another circus all together in 7 years.
I stopped writing for years for vendor friends/life's' been fun.
And now #1 in Default vote, electing me to Power by Default,
at a time when I have to slip away from all the event curtains!
Every other phrase, read my writing style, for short.
I was the one who left his shoulder bone, and collar-
bone by a meter on the sidewalk in 1989, that is now
next to the new San Francisco library, 1880s statues!
My politics in "When Will the Bubble Burst", racist for
Nationalism, influenced by skinheads and heavy metal
and science discoveries, seeding in me my leadership.
Throughout all of this my mentor's brief comments did
overcame all of my obstacles/so I got all of this correct.
DNA will prove two human bones I left in San Francisco
are my bones. After pumas ate my double, which stayed
behind when I jumped on April 7, 1988, as all of the cats
came back. Which is an alternative to leaving my double
in a public appearance, after crossing a beach to vanish.
If this is my last line I leave with something to cheer about,
since I share fan bases in past-times, like college seasons.
You have so many college bowls to fill, draw from a hat, the
best teams in December, to a national championship round.
NCAA College Football Playoffs:
In January, The best 16 teams.
8 College Playoff Games.
4 weekends to a National Championship.
Just being sociable I would not do military takeover until
after 2011 Super Bowl, with unlikely to be 1 more in 2012
end of the world, and call to a civil war. American citizens
in a military coup takeover plans here all over the Internet
lose all my games to watch. Build underground unto polar
reversal/here they come in 8.8 earthquake Indonesia Haiti
and Chile, to a volcano in Iceland, now back to Indonesia
to California Xmas 2011 Big earthquake breaks pipelines.
To act now in solving the immigration problem in America,
starting in Arizona, here I spread the war to all of the other
states in America in my leadership to victory new beginning
of United States of America, so packing guns and grenades.
There are rules about how anyone gets to God the way Enoch
got there. My dead 15 year old girl in God, "the pure in heart
shall see God", like other members of the host there. In 2009
confronted me suddenly telling me "she left!" "She is gone!"
Where the only way out of there a tall dark sword flesh wound.
The souls parted in front of me to show that it was behind them.
Jesus? I laughed. Worst thing I could do! Angered I thrust back
into God to the memory identities in front of me again, as usual
changes my plans. What will be seen leaving with a backpack on
my way to closer look at that wound on the gravity circuit Light?
Not only One God but Two, on this crossroads of time, offers me other advise.
Maybe God is great enough to give me time with the Continental Congress, to
play 365 entries from seven fields of knowledge on 15 CDs American History.
Then get patents and refine modern metals for variations of my rife, to how to
build jet engines, WWII planes, and a 2009 battleship, to establish a genuine
democracy with a revolution, dig gold and gems oil mineral deposits making
National Company for American citizens, offer incentives, build a space ship.
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