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Ever wonder about those “lines that appear, remain and turn into clouds” in the sky?

Judge Dale reveals ways we can best defend ourselves from the current parasitic corporate-government and injustice system. As Judge Dale has exposed many times, BAR attorneys have been indoctrinated as well. Their job today is to prevent people from understanding our reality and keep us locked into the legal system they were trained to implement. The current system works to their benefit and to our detriment. Confirmation of this truth can be found on Former World Bank Attorney exposes the bankers and the BAR.

The government and our courts are playing Chess, while telling the people the game is Checkers. If We the People wish to restore our unalienable birth rights, we need to learn a little Chess.

Ink on Paper…

Ink on Paper...

I couldn’t have said it any better myself, wait, but I did say it!

Me in action, giving one, Joshua Boulet, a ride to LGA, in the middle of the night!
Without a word about it, he whipped out a sketch pad, while I was driving, after a few minutes into the trip…

Our conversation started when I said, “Is that your Ukulele?” He replied, “No, my easel”. I said, “Another wandering artist”.

It was only a 15 minute ride. At the airport, he showed it to me, and said, “I’ll finish it later”.

Thanks Josh!

Check out his fascinating biographic web page…

The paradox of our time is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers,

Wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints.

We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time.

We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment,

More experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, & laugh too little,

Drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired,

Read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.

We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life.

We’ve added years to life not life to years.

We’ve to the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a neighbor.

We conquered outer space but not inner space.

We’ve done larger things, but not better things.

We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.

We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less.

We plan more, but accomplish less.

We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait.

We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever,

But we communicate less and less.

These are times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character,

Steep profits and shallow relationships.

These are days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes.

These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality,

One night stands, overweight bodies,

And pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.

It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.

Technology can bring a letter to you, and you can choose either to share it, or delete it.

Remember to spend some time with your loved ones,

Because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe,

Because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you,

Because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.

Remember, to say, ‘I love you’ to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it.

A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for one day that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak!

Give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

Remember, life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,

But by those moments that take our breath away.

Turtle Island

Second song of my bands set at SideWalk Cafe Oct.19, 2013

Opening song of the set at the Sidewalk Cafe show October 19, 2013

Show Them The Door

Where the rubber meets the road

Where the princess kisses the toad

Where the arrow hits the target

Where scamming haters know what’s best

For the dreamer’s, and lovers, most people and believers


People tired of laughing at what is not funny

Tired of scratching when nothing is itchy

Tried of groomed newscasters who should stop smiling

The joke is gonna be on them

Because most of the viewers are hurting and crying


Rulers ruling by a silent 11th commandment

The one never written down or seen round the court

That golden rule of thievery – Don’t get caught

Facts are stubborn things – Food for thought

The antidote to opinion and wiseass insult


Where the rubber meets the road

Where the princess kisses the toad

Where the arrow hits the target

Where scamming haters get shown the door

By the dreamer’s, the lovers, most people and believers

Harpers Ferry Raiders Play Live

An amazing night is in store!!

Mind blowing guitars, soul stirring poetry and rock-n-roll.

There’s something for everyone!!

All ages. Free admission.
7:30 Suke Cerulo
8:30 Granny (my band!!)
9:30 Puma Perl and Friends
10:30 Harper’s Ferry Raiders (featuring Gary Pirro)
11:30 Colour

Sidewalk NYC
94 Avenue A, [at the corner of 6th Street]
New York, New York 10009

Harpers Ferry Raiders

Rock trio with MTA bus operator Gary Pirro on bass

Friend and drummer of 30 years, Jerome West

And on Guitar, brother Johnny Watson


AHPresents: 3rd Saturdays at Sidewalk Hope you can make it!


We were just a bunch of kids hanging out in a park

  Everyday we’d hang out till well after dark

  All kinds of drugs could be had on any day

  If you had no cash, when you could, you’d pay

  We avoided the needles, but if it got you high, why not

  My friends and I would give nearly anything a shot


  Ah, to be Young ~ Stupid ~ and ~ Fearless ~ In the Seventies…

  My buddies and I was the real wild bunch

  Post Hippie Hitters, ready to throw down on a hunch

  Junior High memories of bye-gone days

  All clouded by a post drug induced haze

  The bus to Rockaway Playland ~ the rides and the shore

  Always on the lookout for bad girls and more



  Ah, to be Young ~ Stupid ~ and ~ Fearless ~ In the seventies…



  Two Generations ~ Sold a bill of goods that anything goes

  A bunch of bullshit to cut off the mind, so you can enjoy a pose

  Now the re-wind buttons broken, and good riddance to all that

  I don’t do much reminiscing ~ Not proud of all that’s under my hat

  I’m just trying to ride into my sunset with my head held high

  And I’ll be dammed if my kids don’t know better than I…


  Yeah, We were Young ~ Stupid ~ and ~ Fearless ~ In the seventies…



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