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COMPUTER TRESPASS---RCW 9A.52.110---Computer trespass in the first degree.

(1) A person is guilty of computer trespass in the first degree if the person, without authorization, intentionally gains access to a computer system or electronic database of another; and (a) The access is made with the intent to commit another crime; or (b) The violation involves a computer or database maintained by a government agency.

(2) Computer trespass in the first degree is a class C felony.

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Saturday, December 10, 2011

Who Am I?

I was born in one country, raised in another.

My father was born in another country.

…I was not his only child.

He fathered several children with numerous women.

I became very close to my mother, as my father showed no interest in me.

My mother died at an early age from cancer.

Although my father deserted me and my mother raised me,
I later wrote a book idolizing my father not my mother.

Later in life, questions arose over my real name.

My birth records were sketchy.

No one was able to produce a legitimate, reliable birth certificate.

I grew up practicing one faith but converted to Christianity, as it was widely accepted in my new country, but I practiced non-traditional beliefs and didn’t follow Christianity, except in the public eye under scrutiny.

I worked and lived among lower-class people as a young adult, disguising myself as someone who really cared about them.

That was before I decided it was time to get serious about my life. and I embarked on a new career.

I wrote a book about my struggles growing up.

It was clear to those who read my memoirs, that I had difficulties accepting that my father abandoned me as a child.

I became active in local politics in my 30′s then, with help behind the scenes,
I literally burst onto the scene as a candidate for national office in my 40s.
They said I had a golden tongue and could talk anyone into anything.

I had a virtually non-existent resume, little work history, and no experience in leading a single organization.

Yet I was a powerful speaker and citizens were drawn to me, as though I were a magnet and they were small roofing tacks.

I drew incredibly large crowds during my public appearances.
This bolstered my ego.

At first, my political campaign focused on my country’s foreign policy…
I was very critical of my country in the last war, and seized every opportunity to bash my country.

But what launched my rise to national prominence were my views on the country’s economy.

I pretended to have a really good plan on how we could do better, and every poor person would be fed and housed for free.

I knew which group was responsible for getting us into this mess.
It was the free market, banks and corporations.

I decided to start making citizens hate them and, if they became envious of others who did well, the plan was clinched tight.

I called mine “A People’s Campaign”.
 That sounded good to all people.

I was the surprise candidate because I emerged from outside the traditional path of politics and was able to gain widespread popular support.

I knew that, if I merely offered the people ‘hope’, together we could change our country and the world.

So, I started to make my speeches sound like they were on behalf of the downtrodden, poor, ignorant to include “persecuted minorities”.

My true views were not widely known and I kept them unknown, until after I became my nation’s leader.

Who am I ?

I had to carefully guard reality, as anybody, if they had simply read my writings and examined those people I associated with.

I’m glad they didn’t.

Then I became the most powerful man in the world.
And the world learned the truth.

Who am I?


If you were thinking SOMEONE ELSE
You Should Be Scared, Very Scared!

What about Borrowing and Lending and Charging Interest?

Ever wonder about "Never a Lender Nor a Borrower Be..." as I have?

Casey The Wonder Dog ... 8/2000 to 9/7/2011

Casey passed away at 8 AM on Wednesday, September 7.  

Let me tell you about her last few days.

On Saturday the 3rd we went to the local Bayfront Beach and walked the boardwalk to the beach area ... she didn't want to swim, which was strange for Casey, because she loved the water ... but she did 'scratch her back' on the sand for what was going to be the last time ... as I now know, it was her way of saying "goodbye" to 'her' beach days. 

After Saturday, Casey started having real difficulty breathing, but she still went for her 'potty' walks and met me at the door when I got back from where-ever [although I was never gone for more than a couple hours at a time]. 

Then on Tuesday the 6th, I made a trip to the recycle center and of course she got what was to be her final car ride ... and we came home the 'long way' ... with 'our favorite' music playing on the CD .., The Beach Boys "Kokomo" ... we'd play it on the way to and from Dauphin Island Beach, with me 'rewinding' the CD so it could repeat.  She wasn't interested in eating on Tuesday, but I had a piece of steak and cut it up in small bites and she ate from my hand.  [Her last meal was her favorite food ... steak!]

On Wednesday, the 7th, I went to my Church for Adoration from 3-4 AM and took some photos of her before I left, thinking she might not be alive when I returned ... but she was.  She was in distress and was having severe trouble breathing ... although the breathing difficulty had started about a week ago, on Wednesday morning, after I got back around 4:30 AM, it was especially distressing as she could not lie down for more than a few seconds at a time.  I took her out and she peed and then when she got to the bottom of the steps up to my Condo, she stopped, looked at the steps for maybe 15 seconds and then very slowly, one step at a time, walked up the steps and into the Condo.

She was unable to lie down and breathe, so I sat on the floor of the bedroom with her and cried and talked to her and told her how much I loved her and that it was okay for her to cross the Rainbow Bridge, I must have said "you can go bye-bye; it's okay; Mama will be okay" dozens of times ... in a bit, she indicated she wanted to go out ... so I put on her leash but she just walked to the edge of the porch and she stood there and looked out over the parking lot and the median beyond, where we'd made many a potty-run, then sat and took one more long look before turning and coming back inside  She was there 3 or 4 minutes, saying goodbye.  Once inside, I told her I would call our [new] Vet when they opened and set up for her to go in because I couldn't stand for her to suffer so much.  I got on the computer and emailed by closest friends telling them I what I was going to have to do.  When the Vet's office opened at 7:30 AM, I called and set up a 9 AM time to come in.  Casey went to the sliding doors that open to the back deck and I thought maybe she wanted to go potty, so I opened the door and left it open, I knew she wasn't going to run off.  She went onto the deck and sat down and looked out over the golf course [we're beside the 18th hole], where we'd taken many walks and nearly always took our 'early morning potty run' [Yes, I pick up her poop].  She was there 3 or 4 minutes.  I went out and disturbed her reminding her that we'd sat on the chairs just a few days ago watching the clouds and rain.  She turned and looked at me and then turned back to gaze and say goodbye to the 'backyard.'

She came inside, stopped and starred at the front door [the Condo is small] for a minute or two, then walked another 3 feet and sat down, starring at me ... I was on the computer ... and I immediately looked up to see those beautiful brown eyes with that mesmerizing gaze that had won my heart so many years ago.  I went over and sat beside her, crying, rubbing her side and telling her how much I loved her and how wonderful a dog she'd been and that I'd remember her forever in my heart and it was okay to go bye-bye over the Rainbow Bridge.  Then I said "It would save me so much [pain] if you'd just fall over and die" ... and she did.  She went on her side and I said through my tears, "Casey, I was kidding, I don't want you to die" but I know, she was already gone.  She'd said her goodbyes to the places she loved, and to me.  She laid down and ran over the Rainbow Bridge.  I petted her and told her that I released her to heaven ... and her heart beat one last time followed by two breaths, and she was gone.  I kissed her one last time.

Loyal and devoted to the end ... I lost my best friend, my soul-mate.  I lined a low-sided plastic bin with a blanket and gently positioned her inside, making it appear that she'd climbed in and laid down to sleep.  I covered her with a sheet.  Then I called the Vet and told them, but went over to see them for my own peace of mind.  The Vet verified what I already knew.

Then I called Ray, the owner of Eternal Pet Crematory in Silverhill, AL, to let him know that Casey had died.  We'd had an earlier conversation and I found him to be very caring.  I drove Casey Nicole The Wonder Dog over to be cremated and put on "Kokomo" [replaying it when it ended] all the way over there ... sound turned way up, me singing and crying, driving with one hand, rubbing her soft fur with the other.  Ray is a most gentle loving animal loving understanding person.  I carried Casey in and left her and her bin on the scales.  Ray cremated her after I left.  As I said, Ray is so caring; since many people drive to the Gulf to spend vacations and bring their pets, he also does a 'while you wait' cremation ... the only place around to do so. 

I bought a beautiful Purpleheart wood urn for Casey on ebay.  After I dropped off Casey at the crematory, I dropped the urn off at a friend here who did some additional finishing work on it.  

Today, Thursday the 8th, I went to Mass and had Casey's collar and attachments [id tag, rabies tag and St Anthony medal, which she always wore] blessed as well as a miraculous medal I'd brought back from Italy in 2001 for this occasion, a crucifix with a relic from the catacombs, and some shells from Dauphin Island Beach.  I'll pick up the urn and her cremains and bring them home for a small personal ceremony before placing her cremains and blessed items inside the urn forever.  

I will one day take the urn over to Dauphin Island Beach so Casey can say goodbye ... you'll know why when you see the photos on the picasaweb here:

Casey had her cancer surgery at the Ocoee Animal Hospital on 12 November 2010.  She and I had nearly nine months to the day for our 'goodbyes' of which there were many.  I have no regrets that my dog lived and ate better than most people in Third World Countries ... she was my 'baby' and I loved her unashamedly.  

Much more to tell at a later date.  I love that dog still ... because she lives in my heart.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

"Fever" is cortisone shot did the trick

For a second, or so, I got 'Springer Fever' and thought ... maybe in 2012 or 2013 after Casey passes away.

Then I went to the doctor to find out that I have 'bone on bone' on the inside of my left knee and arthritis on the outside of the same knee.

No hiking, rock hopping, running, jumping ... and that 'noise' I hear when I move my knee ... yup, bone on bone. So Doctor said "NO" to any idea of Thru Hiking the Appalachian Trail. However, he did suggest I kayak a water trail.

I'm going to work on that.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011


Few people read this blog and that makes it a 'safe' place to write about the Fever.

It's a disease of sorts. It gets in the blood, the mind, the memories and until one is totally incapacitated, and even then there's doubt the Fever is completely dissipated, the Fever remains.

So I started looking at items and planning to react to the Fever. Even if I 'take care of it' there will still be a touch of the Fever residing within my soul.

Reader ... do you recognize the Fever?

Friday, May 27, 2011

Roy M Harrison B&W Drawings ... FOR SALE



These have 'mildew/mold' damage from storage, but they are ORIGINALS. The Bob-Tail, Gurnsey, Dog and Cat are For Sale. Artist is deaf man with a gift. $20 each for drawings. You Pay Postage and Insurance.
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Friday, May 13, 2011

Welcome to my new world

I have moved to Lower Alabama, aka L-A. I live two miles from the beach and two miles from my daughter and her family. I'm farther from my son and his family, though. And 14 hours from my parents and brother and his family.

No hurricanes yet and the sea breezes keep nearly all the tornadoes away. Life is good. Moving 1300 square feet of stuff into a 600 square foot Condo is a challenge.

Hope to pick up the Kayak later this month and go 'play on the water.'

Islam Coexist? Muhammed said "Never!"

Islam Coexist?  Muhammed said "Never!"
Thanks al_c
"We love death. The United States loves life. That is the big difference between us." – Osama bin Laden
"I have been made victorious through terror." Muhammad, founder of Muhammadism now called Islam (Submit or Die)

Barack Obama Says He Lacks Experience To Be U.S. President

And HERE he proves it.

Obama calls it "My Muslim Faith" and This Raises More Questions

George Stephanopoulos tries to correct Obama when he says "my Muslim faith" but it wasn't a gaffe and Obama corrects Stephanopoulos. The Question is: Why say "MY Muslim faith" first? He went back to correct Stephanopoulos, but again "MY Muslim faith" was used. WHY?

Obama is to the USofA as Castro was to Cuba!

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