Sunday, December 3, 2017

The Lone Ranger & Running Bullshit

Patriots. Do you remember the episode of "The Lone Ranger", when "Running Bullshit" gave Tonto the firewater and a STD? Do you remember how The "Lone Ranger" solved this confusing situation? He loaded his revolver with silver bullets and shot "Running Bullshit" in the ass. And she retreated back to the reservation. Only to be confronted by the huge fire there. It was INTENSE. Here is a photo from that episode. 
Lord Howard Hurts

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

The Reverend Sydney James

I can see, and hear, in my mind, even these 50 years later, the Very Reverend, Sydney James, standing in the pulpit saying, "Might Never Makes Right"......... at our church in Kent. His deep baritone voice projecting "truth" and finality. Now my main complaint, with religious persons, is that most persons who claim to be religious, have never even read the Bible. And because of this, they receive their dose of reality from some Anglican Father, like the Very Reverend, Sydney James; absorbing his words as gospel; and never reading the Bible in its entirety, and never becoming aware of the huge disparity between the actual text, and the "cherry picked" paragraphs chosen by these lovers of "peace", that hold their "flock" imprisoned in a world of fantasy. And to those readers who don't understand what I am talking about, I give you this attached posting, in the hope that your mind can be opened, and some sense of reality, in this present world, can be reached. And without going into some deep philosophical inquiry, I readily admit that I believe that the Bible is not the actual word of the Creator, but that it is the inspired word of the Creator. That not all events mentioned, in the Bible, are actual or factual, but that they are events that are totally human, and as such depict the natural human experience, and thus can be attributed to that hidden force that "sparks" all Earthly life, Nature. And regardless of the written word, and the human dilemma between "Good" and "Evil", all life is a struggle for survival, and that struggle has different "rules" at different times, with survival of the species being the dominate factor all the time. Everything changes. Nothing stays the same. But in time, everything returns to the beginning, as nothing can be either created or destroyed. This is why the aphorism, "History Repeats Itself", holds such weight in any discussion of Earthly reality.

How, my father, the first, Lord Howard Hurts, made me understand that "Might Makes Right".

I was 16 years old, when my father, Lord Howard, came to me, and asked me to drive over to his apartment building in the middle of Maidstone, in Kent, and collect the rent from a Mr. Carter in apartment 212. He further told me to see that I did not leave without receiving the rent owed. Well, I went to the apartment building, a new, modern, building that held 64 rentals in a horseshoe design, with an extensive and beautiful garden, giving the modern complex both a trendy, and at the same time a "country cottage" look. The building was directly in the commercial part of the town, and was quite convent for persons who did not have a car for transportation, and relied on either walking or taxi transport. The rents were modest, and the occupancy rate had held at a profitable 97% over the 10 years since the buildings' opening. The renters were mostly retired persons, singles and couples, who held small pensions. Nice quiet people for the most part. 

When I got to the building, I went directly to Mr. Carter's door, on the second floor, and pressed the outside bell button. He answered the bell, almost immediately, and when I told him that I had been instructed by the Lord to claim his rent check, he began to respond to me in both a loud and domineering voice. He said that I need not bother him for he had always paid his rent on time; that he was busy at that particular time; and that I could go home, and inform Lord Howard that he would forward the rent check in due time. He then proceeded to close the door in my face.......... punctuated with a loud slam. Thinking that I had done my job, I proceeded to go home, and inform my father of the situation. Well, I was in for a huge surprise. Father, started, "You moron. I told you to bring back the rent....no excuses. I could let this cretin send the rent when he pleases; I don't need you to go around, and translate for this fool. He has a binding contract, and he needs to pay according to that contract." Well, I was quite surprised at the furry of father. I had only seen him this "wild" on no more than 3 occasions in the past 16 years, and I was not sure, by his ferocity, if he was going to "kill" me, or the errant tenant. Father told me to bring the car around, and said that we both would go visit Mr. Carter, and see that he understood the complete meaning of an obligatory, legal document.

I brought the car around, and father got in, and he seemed so calm, that I was thinking that I had dreamed the previous encounter. We arrived at the apartment building without further incident, and father beat a path up the stairs to Mr. Carter's apartment, with me following in dogged pursuit. Father did not even ring the door bell.....he pounded on the door, 3, or 4, very hard hits.... and it was suddenly opened by Mr. Carter. Mr. Carter was a slight man in his mid fifties, and father was just slightly less than 6 foot, but with the build of a prize winning boxer. Father, did not even give Mr. Carter time to speak. He grabbed this renter with his left hand.....a handful of shirt....and proceeded to push him across the living room, and into a wall. Father, using the handful of colorful flannel..... then lifted the slight man upwards so that his toes barely touched the floor. He then screamed in Mr. Carter's face, "Don't give me excuses and don't dismiss my son when I have sent him to collect your rent. I am going to count to 10, and when I get to 10, if you have not put your rent check in my hand, I will grab you by your shirt once again, and I will take my right hand, and grasp your balls and squeeze them, and I will then throw you through that front window. And then I will go outside and pick up your bloody and broken body, and throw you back into this room, and continue to do so until you say, "Quit." Father then let Mr. Carter down, and there upon he (Carter) ran into his bedroom and returned with check book in hand. Looking quite scared, Carter then sat on the living room couch; leaned forward....... and used the steamer trunk, he had as a coffee table, to substitute as a writing desk, to write out the rent check. He handed it to father, and announced, "I have included an extra $15 dollars to compensate you for your collection trouble."  Father took the check, and we went home, saying not a word in the car during the trip.

Later that night, father, summoned me to his library, and he informed me that I was to take charge of the rentals at the apartment building starting as soon as I either evicted someone, or took over from someone that had an expired lease. He further informed me that I would be living on my own, and handling all the general maintenance on the building, and the collection of all rents...... and that I would need to figure out how much to increase the rents to compensate for my living in one of the apartments...for "free".  I was overjoyed at the prospect of being only 16, and living away from home, and having a "bachelor pad" in the middle of town. Father, also told me to contact his friend, Carl Zinman, who owned a furniture store, and to get myself everything I needed to establish my future domain. I lived in that apartment building for three and one half years, and learned how the "real world" operates on this planet we call Earth. The Very Reverend, Sydney James, was so wrong. "Might Always Makes Right", it is just a matter of how much force to apply, and when to apply that force. This is what always separates "Good" from "Evil". 

Epilogue: Mr. Carter continued to inhabit unit 212, and even  extended his "stay" by another year contract. Lord Howard never again set foot on the property, leaving complete control in my "hands" until I left England, and moved to America. Lord Howard sold the property  6 months later and made himself a pretty penny indeed.                 
Lord Howard Hurts

Monday, November 6, 2017

Massachusetts Man in Nome

Ronald: Your photos of bears reminds me of a story I was told when I went to Alaska for the first time back in 1967. I  had settled in Nome and was at a little cafe called "Mr. Lucky's Gold Dust Cafe". It was a blustery Saturday afternoon in November. I had just come up from Alabama.........Dothan to be exact.........and it was already colder than any winter I wanted to see. But as I sat in the dry warmth of that little cafe the friendliness of the town of Nome, showed itself in the good nature of the three old prospectors who shared that breakfast counter with me that day. Well we began to talk about the weather, and then the conversation turned to more personal aspects of our unrelated lives. And when I mentioned that I was up there from Alabama everyone in the cafe........not just my new three friends..... began to laugh and joke about Alabama. Well then the talk turned to the tenderfoot that had come into the cafe a few weeks ago from Massachusetts. Well my new friend said that he was not even sure that this tenderfoot would last past breakfast by the way he was complaining about the cold and the snow. So one of my new friends took up with him, and told him that everyone new to Alaska must do three thing before they became a real Alaskan. Well it seems that "Massachusetts" was serious about staying and prospecting for gold come summer so he said that he was surely interested in knowing what he needed to do to become a real Alaskan. Well this one guy, Bill, one of the protagonist, was sort of a joker, and he told Mr. Massachusetts that he would first need to go to some bar on the strip and drink a full bottle of Irish whiskey. That after he had done this he would have to kill an Alaskan bear. And then finally  he would then have to have hot passionate sex with an Alaskan woman. And as quickly as these words flowed from Bill's mouth this Massachusetts guy jumped up from his bar stool ,and said that he was going to do all of these mentioned things right then and there.  And he further stated that he would return after accomplishing his mission. Well after maybe two hours had passed....suddenly the door of the cafe was swung open, and it crashed against the adjacent wall with a loud thud. And there stood the man from Massachusetts. And he was drunk as the proverbial skunk. And he was bruised and scratched from head to foot. His clothes were ripped and torn beyond repair. His hair was even missing from several spots on his bloodied head.  Well he looked at everyone in the room and said, "I am out of here.....I am on my third and final mission. And if you gents would be so kind as to direct me to that Alaskan woman I have to kill, I would be most obliged". 
Lord Howard Hurts

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

American Value System

I don't know about you, but I love Greece. For the past few days I have sealed myself off from the hustle and bustle of the typical, end of American summer, and enjoyed recharging my 'pea brain' on Naxos, an island of history, and art, in the cradle of 'Thought and Freedom'. It is currently 4 PM and the temperature here is a breezy, 12 mph; 64F; without a dark cloud in sight. As I sit in my suite at the Nissaki Beach Hotel, contemplating the azure sea that surrounds this paradise, I think about all those American families who spend thousands upon thousands of dollars to NOT view something historic, and based in reality, but to visit a 'Mouse' and a fantasy world that teaches absolutely nothing. A visit to Disney World, in my opinion, is like a massive dose of cane sugar.......all calories, but having zero nutritional value. A trip to Naxos on the other hand is like 'pure oxygen' to the brain. So what has so unsettled me that I have taken time to post another rant against the American value system, and the 'ingesting of the worthless calories perpetuated by 'Big Media'?  This insane witch hunt looking for proof that President Trump conspired with the Russian government to somehow (and they have never clearly described the method he used to garner the votes needed from American citizens) defeat that old, lying, windbag Hillary Clinton. And all the while the evidence of wrong doing by Hillary is as evident as the morning sun rising in the east each and every day. But alas the Congress of America is so corrupted that its only job now seems to be only to work to keep the slugs and morons that comprise both the Democratic Party and the RINO's in power. When will the Patriots finally understand that America will never be great again until the colleges and universities rid themselves of all the socialist and communist that steer these schools of higher learning towards a realism no more logical than Disney World. Just remember that when a degree is granted by one of these bastions of liberal thought the recipient has just been indoctrinated by nonsense, and repeated it to those in authority so that the self serving degree can be granted to the 'Parrot'. America is now a nation of 'Parrots' that can only perform learned stupid bird tricks. How long will the rest of the world be amused by these tricks and nonsense?
Lord Howard Hurts  freedomfiles.blogspot.com

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

The Fate of a Queen

Attired in a plain white dress.......white being the color always worn by widowed queens of France, and with her newly turned white hair shorn as a form of disrespect. And also so that her long locks would not impair the sharp steel blade of the guillotine from doing its deadly work. The former queen of France had her hands painfully bound behind her back  with coarse farm rope.She then was pushed and prodded so that a leather leash could be attached to the restraints that bound her thin and pale wrists. And unlike her husband, who had been taken to his execution in a plush carriage, she had to sit for over an hour in an open hay cart as it made its slow progress from the Conciergerie along the rue Saint-Honore' to the guillotine that awaited her in the Place de la R'evolution. And all the while she kept her composure as the insults and jeers were thrown at her as she rode to her most rude end. A priest was assigned to hear her final confession.......should she be so inclined to report it to his open ears. But it was said that she ignored this member of the ministry all the way to the scaffold. And sat quietly and pensively in that open cart as if she were on her way to a formal shopping excursion. It has also been noted that her last words on this earth were to the executioner on whose foot she had accidentally stepped while stumbling towards her final reward. "Pardon me, sir, I meant not to do it." Then seconds later her lifeless body was thrown unceremoniously into an unmarked grave in the Madeleine cemetery located close by in rue d'Anjou. Oh what a curious thought comes to my mind while thinking of how it came to pass that this queen of France ended up loosing her head because of personal greed and immorality. Does America have a "queen" who might suffer the same type of fate that befell Marie-Antoinette? 
Lord Howard Hurts

Monday, October 16, 2017

Time for Christian Patriots to take action

When will the Christian Patriots of America finally have had enough of the Democrats and RINO's? The founding principal of this great nation is that all citizens are treated equal. We must rally and raise hell to see that selective enforcement of law will not be tolerated as it is not in the best interest of a Free Society. And here we are in 2017, with a Republican Congress in the majority, and with a Republican President, and yet no actions have been taken against persons who pose the greatest threat to the continuation of this nations rule by law rather than rule by man. It is time for the Christian Patriots of America to stop sitting on their hands and watching the nonsense that every night casts its propaganda and  socialism on the flat-screens we call TV's. It is time to stand up and demand that these traitors to America be given their day in court: Hillary Clinton, President Bill Clinton, President B.H. Obama, Eric Holder,  and Loretta Lynch. Of course the excuse is always that this was something that happened in the past so it isn't of concern today. But corruption breeds more corruption. To take no action against these individuals only makes the future for this nation more easy to predict......Death by Cowards.

 There is enough evidence of the crimes committed by these corrupt individuals that a prolonged and silly trial would just provide more ammunition that our detailed legalities only work to prove that common sense is just a  type of discrimination, and not proof enough to send traitors to prison. 
Lord Howard Hurts  freedomfiles.blogspot.com

Monday, August 28, 2017

Sanity must prevail

“Power is not a means; it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power.” Orwell, 1984.

Freedom of speech must be upheld. The Constitution must be upheld. Any person who covers their face; or attempts to obscure their identity; and, or, brings weapons to any rally or protest must be arrested and given 5 years hard labor without exemption. There must be logical thought and punishment for illogical actions. Chaos is not the logical state of affairs on this planet, Earth. Life exists and it can not exist in chaos. Life is just too complex to have been an accident, thus there must be a Creator somewhere who is not happy with the current state of mind and matters. It is time for the Christians of this planet to gather together and to bring back the sanity that we so desperately need to survive. Lord Howard Hurts freedomfiles.blogspot.com