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I am in hiding.

THE SETH RICH COVER-UP

  Seth Rich had worked for the DNC for about two years, when he started communicating with WikiLeaks.  He was able to provide WikiLeaks with John Podesta’s emails.  These exposed the DNC and Hillary Clinton as corrupt.  WikiLeaks shared many … Continue reading

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The Old Man Shifted – Chapter 4

Henry! Henry! Supper’s Ready! Henry! The door opened. Henry!  For god’s sake!  Pull yourself out of that trance. “I swear.  I am so sick of your locking yourself away in here.  What’s wrong with you, anyway?” The old man shifted … Continue reading

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The Old Man Shifted – Chapter 3

The old man limped down three rows and threw himself down on the fine, upholstered chair that he knew better than his own soul.  He rested his cane on the seat beside him and looked sadly at the big screen … Continue reading

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The Old Man Shifted -chapter 2

    He smiled inwardly as his monkey mind spun and danced, trying to grab his attention, to pull him away, but he was having none of that.  He could hear the gentle, soothing voice of Dr. Maxwell Maltz, the … Continue reading

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THE OLD MAN SHIFTED

    The old man shifted in his wheelchair.  He punched some keys on his computer’s keyboard.  His wife hollered across the room at him, “Are you at it again?” “Yes, dear,” he said. “Well, you’re stupid,” she said.  “All … Continue reading

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AI, Ayee, Ai Ya Yah! – a Feminist Essay

I woke this morning after dreaming of Ayahousca.  I suppose it isn’t all that unusual for a lady of my age:  I was growing up during the sixties.  The LSD years.  The Timothy “tune in, turn on, drop out” Leary … Continue reading

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CHAPTER 4 (Modern Love)

I peeked through the peephole of my front door.  There were three stern-looking men on my front stoop.  Their beards were appropriately long and shaggy.  They dressed as I dressed; yet, I did not recognize any of them. I called … Continue reading

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