If Donald Trump had won the 2020 election, United States Constitution Amendment 14, Section 3 would have barred him from being president

     In 1990, I traveled from my home in Boulder, Colorado to a suburb of Washington D.C., to visit a college fraternity brother and his lovely wife, whose wedding I had attended in a New York City suburb, when I was studying at the University of Alabama School of Law.

    Marty took me to Arlington Cemetery, where I found the names of two of Danny's and my fraternity brothers on the long black wall; the Lincoln and Washington Memorials; and the United States Supreme Court, where I read the original United States Constitution under protective glass, and then we walked into the Supreme Court Chamber, where many cases had been argued and decided. I told Marty that I felt the eyes of those past justices boring in, examining my soul.

    I then was writing a book about approaching legal problems as messages from God, which we miss, if we take a traditional legal approach. In the early 1980s, I had written books for people buying and selling hones and dealing with lawyers, which did not please the residential real estate industry and the legal profession.

    Tomorrow, the U.S. Supreme Court hears oral arguments on whether U.S. Constitution Amendment 14, Section 3, blocks Donald Trump from being president again. The case is an appeal from a 4/3 Colorado Supreme Court decision barring Trump from being on the Colorado ballot.

Amendment 14, Section 3

No person shall be a Senator or Representative in Congress, or elector of President and Vice-President, or hold any office, civil or military, under the United States, or under any State, who, having previously taken an oath, as a member of Congress, or as an officer of the United States, or as a member of any State legislature, or as an executive or judicial officer of any State, to support the Constitution of the United States, shall have engaged in insurrection or rebellion against the same, or given aid or comfort to the enemies thereof. But Congress may by a vote of two-thirds of each House, remove such disability. 

Amendment 14, Section 3 was passed after America’s Civil War to prevent officers in the Confederacy, such as its President Jefferson Davis and its military chief Robert E. Lee, a West Point graduate, from holding public office in the federal or state governments. 

Six of the nine Supreme Court justices are Republicans, three were appointed by Trump. So, I figure the Las Vegas odds of 5 Supreme Court justices ruling 14/3 bars Trump from being president again are close to zero.

However, Las Vegas bookies do not sit on the Supreme Court, and since I am directed, corrected and redirected by angels known in the Bible, and since I have no clue how the Supreme Court will rule, I wager nobody else knows, except perhaps the six Republican justices.

If I am one of the six Republican justices, I am acutely aware of many death threats against the four Colorado Supreme Court Justices who ruled 14/3 bars Trump from being on the Colorado ballot. 

I am acutely aware of many death threats against Maine Secretary of State Shenna Bellows, who ruled 14/3 bars Trump from being on the Maine ballot.

I am acutely aware of many death threats against New York State Court Judge Arthur Engoron, and his clerk, Allison Green, after Judge Engoron ruled Trump’s businesses defrauded the State of New York and its lending institutions out of a lot of money,

I am acutely aware of many death threats against E. Jean Carroll, who won two defamation cases against Trump for a total of $87,000,000 in damages in federal court in New York City.

I am acutely aware of many death threats against Georgia State Attorney Fanni Willis and her prosecution team who are prosecuting Trump under the Georgia RICO statute.

I am acutely aware of many death threats against Special Prosecutor Jack Smith, who is prosecuting Trump for the January 6 insurrection and mishandling classified documents.

I am acutely aware that Sara Palin and others warned the American left that prosecuting Donald Trump will bring a civil war, is that what the left wants.

I am acutely aware of being on trial in God’s Court, where fears for my own safety are irrelevant; where my political allegiance is irrelevant; where my religious beliefs are irrelevant; where the only relevant things are my oath of office below, and the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God.

I, _________, do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter. So help me God. 

     

All presidents, including Donald Trump, took this oath when they were sworn in as president.

I solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States.

There is zero doubt Trump incited and thus engaged in insurrection on January 6, 2020, to try to stop the count of the Electoral College votes, as provided in the United States Constitution.

Meaning, even if Trump then won the Electoral College vote, he still could not be president again, because he engaged in insurrection against the Constitution before the Electoral College count was made, and 14/3 then barred him from holding federal office again.

It did not matter one iota that Trump believed the election was stolen, or that it in fact the election was stolen. The proper recourse was in the courts, as happened in the 2000 election, when the Supreme Court awarded Florida’s presidential election to George Bush instead of to Al Gore.

From Wikipedia:

The 2000 United States presidential election in Florida took place on November 7, 2000, as part of the nationwide presidential election. Florida, a swing state, had a major recount dispute that took center stage in the election. The outcome of the 2000 United States presidential election was not known for more than a month after balloting because of the extended process of counting and recounting Florida's presidential ballots. State results tallied on election night gave 246 electoral votes to Republican nominee Texas Governor George W. Bush and 255 to Democratic nominee Vice President Al Gore, with New Mexico (5), Oregon(7), and Florida (25) too close to call that evening. Gore won New Mexico and Oregon over the following few days; but the result in Florida was to be decisive, regardless of how those two states had voted.

After an intense recount process and the United States Supreme Court's decision in Bush v. Gore, Bush won Florida's electoral votes by a margin of only 537 votes out of almost six million cast (0.009%) and, as a result, became the president-elect. The process was extremely divisive and led to calls for electoral reform in Florida. Bush became the first Republican to win the White House without carrying Palm Beach County since the county's founding in 1909. If Gore had won the recount, then he would have won the election with a total of 292 electoral votes, and Bush would have lost with 246 electoral votes.

    So, knowing I am putting my life at extreme risk, I rule U.S. Constitution Amendment 14, Section 3 bars Donald Trump from being president of the United States of America, even if he is on every state ballot, and even if he wins the popular vote and Electoral College vote in 2024.

    When pigs fly?

Featured painting 

2007 Key West Art Behind Bars show 

which I purchased

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Swift Justice For ALL: Eat your tiny little MAGA heart out, Donnie boy, Taylor Swift for President!

  Taylor Swift concerts cause economic sonic booms.

    Last week brought some interesting Taylor Swift Emmys my way. 

    Where to begin? 

    Where to end? 

    Perhaps start at the beginning?

New York Times

OPINION
MAUREEN DOWD
Inside Trump’s Not-So-Swift Brain
Feb. 3, 2024
By Maureen Dowd
Opinion Columnist, reporting from Washington

It’s easy to imagine what’s going through Donald Trump’s head right now. I can hear his interior monologue all the way from Mar-a-Lago. He’s fulminating, working himself up to another epic meltdown, like he had over Nikki Haley the night he won the New Hampshire primary. The thoughts pinballing through Trump’s cortex might be something like this:

“I like Taylor Swift. I do. She’s made a career of revenge, which gets my Complete and Total Endorsement. She’s beautiful, just my type, unlike that wack job E. Jean Carroll and her sick lawyer, Roberta Kaplan.

“Rachel Maddow is not getting my money for that penthouse and shopping spree E. Jean promised her on MSDNC. Rachel wears the same outfit every day anyway. Besides, I don’t have $83 million. My third-rate lawyers drained the money I siphoned from my donors. I thought everyone knew I made that up about being a billionaire.

“I’ll tell you what: The idea that Taylor Swift is more popular than me is a joke. Her fans are 13 years old. They can’t even vote.

“In the Rigged and Stolen election of 2020, I got the most votes of any president in history. She doesn’t have more fans than me. She doesn’t! And my fans are more committed. Swifties won’t stand in line as long as mine. They’ve never broken into the Capitol for her. Oh, what a beautiful day that was.

“Now let me just tell you, I’m two for two, dominating in Iowa and New Hampshire, great, great, fantastic states, very special places. Every place we go we have tens of thousands of people outside every arena. They have to build larger arenas in this country just for me, right?

“Taylor seems like a nice girl, a little too wholesome for my taste. She did a Diet Coke ad and I like Diet Coke. She even got Birdbrain to take her daughter to a concert. And sure, I have a Taylor friendship “BFF” bracelet. Who doesn’t? That neurotic dope Maureen Dowd once compared me to a 13-year-old girl. SHE DOESN’T KNOW ME!

“Taylor more popular than me? Wrong! My movement is so much bigger and more fanatical than her movement. I could beat her so badly. Melania has been on more magazine covers than Taylor. More men hit on Melania than Taylor.

“And Taylor should not have been Time magazine’s Person of the Year. I should have been on the cover. I am the greatest phenomenon in history! And it should still be Man of the Year. What’s with ‘Person’?

“Like I told The Daily Caller, I wish Taylor and Travis the best. I hope they enjoy their life, maybe together, maybe not. Probably not. Too bad we have to take Taylor down. I liked Taylor’s music about 25 percent less in 2018, when she endorsed that loser Phil Bredesen against Marsha Blackburn in Tennessee. Then I liked her 50 percent less in 2020 when she accused me of trying to ‘blatantly cheat and put millions of Americans’ lives at risk in an effort to hold onto power,’ when I waged war on the post office to undermine mail-in voting, because those weenie Democrats didn’t want to leave the house during Covid. If she endorses Biden again, I’ll like her 200 percent less.

“SAD! But Taylor must be destroyed. She and Travis will be deified as prom king and queen at the Super Bowl, especially if 87 pops the question on America’s Holy Day like they’re in a Hallmark movie. And no one can be deified more than me. I AM THE BIGGEST CELEBRITY ON THE PLANET! Jon Voight, that old Midnight Cowboy, compared me to Jesus, and my tremendous followers think God has sent me to fight the Marxists and fix America, which is now a third-world country.

“Taylor is being treated like an American icon, but I’m the American icon. I’m trying to save America by destroying democracy, the N.F.L. and Taylor Swift. I know it might seem crazy to attack the things that bind America. But I alone can fix it.

“MAGA is waging a Holy War on her because she’s going to urge people to vote, and that would be mainly suburban women who hate me. They tell me, ‘I don’t know if the suburban women like you.’ Suburban women, will you please like me — I saved your damn neighborhoods, OK?

“It’s pathetic that Crooked Joe Biden needs a pop singer to drag him over the finish line. It didn’t help Crooked Hillary when she got propped up by Bruce Springsteen, Beyoncé, Katy Perry, Christina Aguilera, Bon Jovi, Kelly Clarkson and Miley Cyrus. Speaking of music, I hope Taylor doesn’t get a Grammy. I deserve a Grammy!

“Black voters, Hispanic voters, young voters are coming to my side because I’m the greatest. The economy is roaring and the stock market is at record highs because investors are projecting I will beat Biden.

“Biden’s aides have to leak stories about how he calls me a Sick F-Word in private because I cheered on Jan. 6 rioters and I joke about Paul Pelosi getting hit with a hammer by a MAGA supporter. As if cursing like I do makes him a tough guy. Besides, I like violence. It adds some excitement to the rallies.

“LOOK AT WHAT YOU MADE ME DO, Taylor. You and Mr. Pfizer are now at the top of my enemies list. I don’t get too angry, I get even. Hey, Taylor, that would be a good song title for you!”

    And then,  

CNN Newsletter (excerpts)

February 4, 2-24 

 

Taylor Swift’s NFL

The NFL, preparing for next Sunday’s Super Bowl, is riding high, thanks partly to Taylor Swift’s fervent support for her beau, Travis Kelce of the Kansas City Chiefs.   “Due to her in-person game day attendance alone, NFL viewership has skyrocketed — the playoff game between the Chiefs and the Buffalo Bills was the most-watched divisional playoff game in history  according to CBS, raking in a whopping 50 million viewers,”  Danielle Campoamor wrote. “In total, this year’s NFL divisional playoff round averaged 40 million viewers, the highest since 1988, and Swift has brought in the highest regular-season viewership among women since tracking began in 2000…   “The largest pop star has introduced an entirely new demographic to professional football — one the league would have otherwise had a difficult, if not impossible, time trying to reach. But for an organization with a nefarious history when it comes to violence against women, does the NFL really deserve Taylor Swift?”

    Bringing up the rear, in my Facebook timeline today.

Estes Cocke

Thanks for all the birthday wishes. It has been my custom over the past few years to write a poem on my birthday, and as I was sitting in court this morning on a case I wrote the following.

Now 77
So here I sit
In the judicial pit
Waiting on justice to arrive
I must admit
The longer I sit
I'm not hopefull the gods
Will erase the odds
Strong against my client's
Good side.
And justice, she wallows
In the farce of life
No sure which direction to turn
But that she exists
With her occasional fits
Is a miracle - a true gift from God.
Yes, she weighs in
On life, and it's toil and strife
To adjust, somehow
What, to us, is so dear.....
And what should we do
If away she flew, and left
Our balances awash and askew.
Yes, it would leave us to grieve
A sad, sad swan song
Once here, now gone, 
leaving no adjustment it seems
for right
Or for wrong.
All this, from this chair
Each year with less hair
Have I dealt with the hands
I've been dealt
An ace here and there
Has been kind to appear
But good hands are sometimes too late.
And so I must wait
For fortune and fate
Which daily rises and falls
That lady is blind
So fortune, be kind
And fate
Be good

Or be late. 

 

Al Cocke

So how did Justice treat ya,
When she finally came to meet ya?
Was she kind and full of grace,or
Leave you in a place
With no good story ending?
Your answer is still pending.
Happy Birthday, Brother!

Estes Cocke
So justice arrived,
And to my great surprise
She brought hope and love to the scene
Where together they worked 
On the law on the books
And found mercy
Burried somewhere beneath
A pile of old chains
Rusted by rain 
Which frightened the worst of the worst,
And together we ran 
as fast we can 
To the judge with a deal so sweet
That my client exclaimed
As they unlocked his chains
He'd pay me

End of the week!

Sloan Bashinsky

So, now 81

I wonder...

what do Lady Justice,
The Jealous Mistress, 
The Cleaver of Cleavers,
Karma’s A Bitch,
Miss Comeuppance
have in mind for 
E. Jean Carroll,
Donald Trump, 
Hunter Biden, 
Fanni Willis, 
Amendment 14, Section 3, 
United States Supreme Court,
Israel,
Hamas,
Iran,
Joe Biden,
Congress,
The Confederate Flag,
And,
The American Flag?
Taylor Swift? 

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A dream-inspired Key West Sunday homily: Robert Frost, Earnest Hemingway, poetry, chess, booze, life and death on the road less traveled by

    A woman poet friend in Key West, who sometimes went on benders, was in bed with me in a dream around dawn this Sunday morning, and she said she needed to change her face because she knew what I wanted to do. 

    I woke up wondering that that could be about?

    I met her in early 2001 at a Key West Poetry Guild monthly meeting, where local poets recited their own poetry. She was quite a good poet, and while I fancied her for a while, and we both had spent a good bit of time on the beautiful Caribbean Island nation Dominica, not to be confused with the Dominican Republic, it didn’t turn to romance.

    Because of her, I joined the Key West Poetry Guild and recited my own poetry at its monthly meetings until I moved back to Alabama in late 2018.

    The American poet Robert Frost lived in Key West and became a legend there, and it was to honor him that the Key West Poetry Guild came to be.

    My favorite from Frost remains,

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

    I also read where Frost said the only way to deal with a problem is to go through it. 

    There is a Hemingway lookalike contest in Key West every year, when mostly old white men with white Hemingway-style beards wearing Orvis fishing garb vie for the prize. 

    Several times, people told me I should enter the contest, and I declined.

    Once, when pushed hard to reconsider, I said, unlike the Hemingway contestants, I know how to write and fish, and I don’t drink. 

    Hemingway drank like a fish and wasn’t always kind to women he loved, but he wrote from his heart and guts and life experiences, and was a hell of a novelist. After contracting brain cancer and beginning to lose his mind, he blew out his brains with his beloved double-barreled shotgun.

     Over breakfast this morning, my ruminating took me back to the For the old who are tired of living and the young who want to die... post. I re-read readers' comments and my replies and added a comment about Key West under the last reader's comment.

    Here are all of the readers’ comments, and my replies.    

Patris
Patris’s Substack
Much as I would like to avoid being bopped by a lady dressed in black, (who likely is used to terrorize young children in the village), I could not stop reading this essay, particularly the journey you travelled to get here. 

Sloan Bashinsky
Thank you, Patris.  

Patris
There’s a Ulysses in you, Sloan. At a certain age we all wonder why we’ve survived when we had been once so convinced we would die young - particularly if we wanted to.

Bob Graham
Uncle Bob Is Ruminating

I'd never heard of an Accabadora before, absolutely fascinating. Glad I stumbled upon this, cheers.   

 

Sloan Bashinsky
Nor had I ever heard of such a creature :-)    

The Chaos Trials
This is beautiful. It resonates. I’m at a crossroads. Should I stay or should I go?  

Sloan Bashinsky
I imagine either way will be an adventure, but if you leave, will you miss out on something on this world, which you cannot find anywhere else in Eternity or Infinity?  

Consider something that fell out of me in April 1995, as I ate breakfast one morning in my kitchen, in Boulder, Colorado. 

“Sacred Prism”  

Earth,

The sacred prism

through which souls are refracted

into their elemental parts,

Purified in Holy Fire,

Then one-forged

and sent on their way

to not even God knows where,

Simply because they are all

Unique Emanations of God,

Evolving . . . 

The Chaos Trials
Yes. That is beautiful. I'm in this weird space. Luminal? I just writing on here. It's saved my life. When I get up in the morning, other than my pets, I have a purpose. I appreciate your kindness. I have met so many wonderful people on here.  

Sloan Bashinsky
Everyone has a purpose imprinted in their soul, and this world is where it is tested and refined, or dodged or smothered, and, fortunately, Jesus spoke twice with his disciples in the Gospels of past lives, thus, there are future lives here, or somewhere, as well:-), yet good luck getting Christendom to admit Jesus and his disciples discussed that, and besides, today, and doing the next thing before us, and the next thing after that, is the work, the the grain mill, the alchemy furnace, the poem, the painting, the sculpture, unfolding, unless we just give up and get another chance, and another chance after that.  

And then consider something that fell out of me about a year and a half before “Sacred Prism” 

“Rainbows” (fragment of original poem)  

Rainbows know no master.

Fueled by Father Sun

They touch Misty Earth

Only Heaven knows where.

Rainbows are more shiny than silver

and more brilliant than gold,

More valuable than diamonds

and more precious than pearls.

Rainbows paint heavens beautiful,

Make angels sing.

Rainbows are you, and me,

Full spectrums of Infinity

blazing across Eternity.

Rainbows are now. 

The Chaos Trials
You are a beautiful soul.  

Sloan Bashinsky
At times, but after those lovely poems came, I got to see lots more parts of myself in mirrors I did not order, to go on top of earlier mirrors iI did not order, well, not knowingly :-) 

Paul Wittenberger
Paul’s Substack
Wonderful essay full of heartbreak and perseverance! I never heard of an Accabadora before, either! I’m glad you’re still with us. 

Sloan Bashinsky
Thanks, sometimes I’m glad, sometimes not :-)

Free Radio Rulo
As the late great John Prine said: "When your dead, your a dead peckerhead". God bless 

Sloan Bashinsky
So, that is the goal of dying, to be a dead peckerhead? :-), Hee Haw! 

Free Radio Rulo
John Prine - When I Get To Heaven 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l0EiV423j0M 

Sloan Bashinsky
That will be a sight to see, vodka and cigarettes in heaven. Dead peckerhead, indeed :-) 

Richard Blaisdell
Richard’s Substack
Native Americans ancient elders chose to go to a sacred mountain space greet the universe and die on their own. Return to freed the earth elements. Their last choice.  

Sloan Bashinsky
I have heard of that, or they went into the wild and let the animals have them. 
Huge indu$tries depend on people living as long as possible and then being mummified or turned into ashes, instead of feeding the planet on which they depended to live.  

Richard Blaisdell
Monopolies are “funeral homes “ unregulated. One mega company owns many different entities. Now possible to be composted instead of injected with preservatives to body and buried. Cremation still a polluting choice. But regulations often prevent last wishes of ashes tossed to the wind or put in wild lakes an steams. Many patients in hospitals or hospice care given assist of morphine to see the ‘ascent’ from body.  

Sloan Bashinsky
I much prefer getting the morphine at time of my choosing and $tiffing the lawyer$ and medical indu$trial complex and attending buzzard$ 

Sloan Bashinsky today
A dear friend of mine in Key West, Patrick, died and his brother in Pacific Northwest America was making arrangements for his ashes to be interred in a tomb in the Key West cemetery for homeless people who had died there. Partick was not homeless, but he only had Social Security disability and lived in a subsidized housing project. He was a fabulous chess player, and at one time had made a lot of what looked like Buddhist mandala art pieces, which, along with his very gentle but wise manner, caused me to think he had been a lama in a past lifetime.  

When he was 18, Patrick was put in a federal prison because he would not submit to being drafted and fighting in Vietnam. The prison chess club discovered he was a chess master and protected him for the time he was in here. He said he never lost a game. Upon release, Patrick got a girlfriend and one day they got drunk by a river and went swimming and were caught in a hydraulic (whirlpool) below a rapids and she drowned and he was sucked to the bottom and a voice told him to go with the flow and he was pushed downstream by the bottom current and came up choking and gasping for breath. He then drifted, playing chess for money and booze and drugs wherever he was, until he ended up in Key West.

Patrick sobered up in the local AA chapter house, where he tended the coffee bar for cash wages, until that AA house decided to get grants to fund itself, which was not how AA chapter houses fund themselves. Members fund the chapter house. Because of the grant, they had to start paying Patrick by check, and fearing that would cause him to lose his disability payments, he quit his job and went back to drinking, and despite my efforts, and a long stint in a hospital after he caught pneumonia and was dried out, he drank until he died. 

I told Patrick's brother to let Patrick’s Key West friends spread his ashes in the ocean off the big Higgs Beach public pier in Key West, and in that way create a homeopathic remedy of Patrick, which would spread around the world and infect it with his beautiful soul, and that’s what we did :-). 

My last will and testament at that time provided for my ashes to be spread in various parts of the Florida Keys, which I had loved since I was 15 years old.  But after I moved back to my hometown, Birmingham, Alabama, I changed my will to say my ashes would be spread in the public park across the street from where I live in an old apartment building, where I lived two other times after I stopped running away from home. The park has an earth energy vortex, which I enjoy along with the energy of the beautiful old trees and a pair of owls that make the park their home. 

Key West has a similar vortex, like the one at Stonehenge, and the one in Sedona, Arizona and in the Sangre de Cristo mountains in Colorado and New Mexico, and in Tibet and the Andes, but it seemed the Key West vortex might spin backward, given it did not attract spiritual pilgrims, but spiritual runaways, refugees who had run away from home, or from something :-) 

If there was no booze in Key West, it might dry up and blow away :-) 

I never drank enough to become an addict, but I learned in Key West that even one glass of wine over dinner with friends made my liver howl the next day, and I stopped drinking altogether.

In early 2005, a familiar voice told me in a dream that I should  learn how to play chess. I woke up, rattled. Chess had long intimidated me. I knew the moves, but otherwise, I was an idiot at the game.

I had watched Patrick and other men play many games at Sippin’ Internet Cafe in Key West, and at the Anchor’s Away (AA) house, but was too timid to play myself. So, that’s where I started playing chess, and I lost a lot of games and remained intimidated, but I kept playing and came to love the game, even though I wasn’t worth a shit at it.    

In the hundreds of chess games we played, I beat Patrick once, when he dozed off and got his queen trapped and he laughed and resigned.

I played a lot of chess with a lawyer friend in Key West, who had lived a while in an ashram in India before he became a Buddhist. He represented an American, who became a Sikh and then became a Buddhist and then became a mega real estate developer in Key West and the Florida Keys.

The lawyer was a good chess player and maybe I won two games against him. I introduced him to Patrick, who demolished him. Later, the lawyer told another friend of ours that, even drunk, Patrick was a chess master.

Over dinner one evening with the lawyer and our other friend, the lawyer said he would prove to me that his Buddhist developer client was not possessed by Lucifer, which I had published on my blog that he was. I invited the lawyer to put on his case.

The lawyer said his client was brilliant, in that he could get anyone to see what he wanted them to see and not see what he didn’t want them to see.

I said, “That’s how Lucifer sells, I rest my case."

By then, I understood that life is poetry, yet much of it also is a chess game, and that is why Archangel Michael told me to learn how to play chess.

There was another reason. Chess stimulates the brain like Nothing else and helps stave off senility. Whereas, booze destroys brain cells.

Richard Blaisdell
Key West vortex drifts me down to dives in the keys like dry tortugas reef places where antler and brain corals grew. Chess pieces move on boards like you and me knight - shift transients but I found in the game I never planned that far ahead. Went with the vortex flow, held my breath and came up for air. Alive to play another game. 

Sloan Bashinsky
Amazing... coincidence? 
If you believe in such...
:-)

Richard Blaisdell

There are no coincidences. Just repetition expressed experiences that appear in random thoughts sometimes tossed around in dreams and you are left wondering deja vu? My oldest brother was a chess master in NY. His life dedicated to pursuit of winning. I only played him for my own amusement. He was one that believed in treasure hunting. Did metal detecting. Played the lottery. Lost more than he won. Lost his mind at end. Kept up laughing even tho he was dying, but didn’t realize death was at his door. 

Sloan Bashinsky
Fuck all, dang if you don't have an outlook and a wit that I can only imagine make angels guffaw and sing! 

Yeah, grew. Lots of the corals died, some suspect killed by the invasive species- humans.    

    Last, but hardly least: 

    Homeless outlaw cowgirl shaman with the blues saved Key West from Hurricane Irma obliteration

Homeless outlaw cowgirl shaman with the blues saved Key West from Hurric...

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