I saw an owl

The Owl was sitting on a branch high in the tree. My mom liked to spook me. Her telling of how death is around the corner every time she sees an owl. And? Well, I knew the story of threes. It happens to my family. Cousins, three die within a week. Uncles, Aunts, all seem to die together. Her stating the obvious did not help me feel any better. I mean out. The owl was most likely running from the fire that was burning around Lame Deer that year.

The dramatic question was who or hoo was going to die this time? Meaning? Again, my mom would tell me of some family on the Rez that had something horrible happen to them. Dear Lord, help that family. Shame on those that hurt people. When she is not scaring me. I got to hear stories of those supposedly heading south to the southern tribe. And? I had heard of the ice wells for a long time. I just wondered how many bodies as well that three miles of chain, rope, and line went down before they stopped trying to reach the bottom could hold? Meaning? A lot of dead people in those wells if the stories are truthful, I suppose.

What I find wild is the number of reported murders that year. I had to go to Washington DC on some school trip. The host was saying oh how bad it was and how scary DC was. I did the numbers to see. They said they had 81 per 100,000 that year. I laugh a little. From hearsay and from my mom, a little town in the middle of nowhere Montana had 21 to 23 people murdered or suspected of their deaths. And we were talking about May. So? 23 per 3000 people the murder rate was almost double that of DC. So?

I ditched the walking tour. I went places. I saw things. I talked to a lot more people than you would expect for a hick from Montana to talk to. Why? I was on an expensive adventure I had no interest in. And? The people I was with thought one thing of me, and I thought another thing. Simply put. I was me. And to fit in or conform to listening to people and politicians’ speeches was sticking to me. Meaning? I got in an argument with our Congressman at the meet and greet with your congressman. Why? He lied. And? So people shunned me, and I said the truth.

What did he lie about? I asked the simple question about insurance for school sports. His reply was it was not his responsibility and when he was in school he played with rocks. So? I sunk his career the next go around. How? I am me. I do what I can with whom I can. I used to be much more. And now? I think I am walking in the valley of the shadow of death and I wonder. Seems rather viscous of me. No. I was viscous once or twice. What I did was truthful. The truth can hurt people.

Meaning? The sports program went away. I just reminded the kids that instead of sports now they are paying for insurance.

So? Same with Black Lives Matter and Antifas. Meaning? I remind you of peaceful protests? Wonderful, I am for change. I think they should hold the police who are irresponsible accountable. I also remind the public that democrats created the laws that put 10 to 20 million people in jail for smoking or doing drugs. So? The BLM and antifaz burning down buildings for pay will not be put in jail. The democrat DA’s are letting them off? So? Well, either your tax dollars or your insurance premiums are going to pay for every single piece of property destroyed. So? Well, since when have you ever heard of insurance companies not upping your prices? Ferguson, Baltimore, thinks your renter insurance, your home insurance went up 1 to 4 percent and never went down and you are still paying premium and profits to the insurance companies for the democrats to burn down your property.

So? Well, if I reminded you that your congressman failed to create or even take a serious question about high school sports insurance. And I remind you now about renter insurance. Maybe that is how this story should go. Not of a past story, but of a present story.

I mean, the stakes are higher now. The idea that China has an army in Canada awaiting November 3rd to march on the United States if Trump wins again? I know I know you say that is nuts. I say you heard it here first? Or second, or have you not been listening? Things happen in pairs or threes. So let's look covid? Done. Mark of the Beast? Done. What happens in between in the book of Revelation? Well, famine, war and plague. Oh, wait, that too is happening. And to kick this off? Majority of the rich elites are hiding now in their bunkers hoping for something to save them.

So the power of three is here? And what has this to do with owls? Oh, that is simple. I saw one the other day. And? My uncle, aunt, and wife’s uncle have passed away. I suppose there is a pyramid of reasoning to all. And what has this to go with a trip to Washington DC? Simply put. Memories. You see, I also interrupted the delegate to China and warned him not to attack Taiwan and? That warning stopped some guy from being run over by a tank in some worlds. And in this world? I do not know anymore. I look and see that China has part of Mongolia here and wonder. I do not recall China in my youth ever having anything to do with Mongolia.

A tale. So, the White House had a tour. I ditched upon closing in on Abe Lincoln bedroom. The column to the left of it has a hidden door. The staircase you can walk down three floors, actually six. I went to the third floor after getting a little concerned with what I saw on the sixth floor. Anyway, on the third floor is the White House cafeteria. And there you can or could have a meal. I already told parts of this story elsewhere.

Anyway, the entire staff then were black. Not African Americans' meaning? It was not even a politically correct term outside of blacks to be used. As for me? I ain’t white, so I did not really care. However, I got to eat with a pleasant gentleman there. He was African American today, but then he was black and just wanted to talk.

I listen, I always get to listen. Delightful story. Kind of a weird story. Something to do with ghosts and things that happened during JFK and Johnson’s term. Why would he talk about them? I do not know Bush Senior was in office at the time.

Anyway, his story was that. Nay. I already told this story too. I also told the story of meeting someone and following him into the tunnels that lead under the library of congress.

Maybe I should write about my trip back from the conference of the Bookworms? It was not so much excitement as there is or was a secret portion of a tunnel that leads directly to the subway from behind Abe Lincoln. Meaning? I already told the Bookworm story. But after leaving the library of Congress, the sub basement of the library tunnel leads to a door to the left of Lincoln and from there it is a four-block hike to the subway.

Not much of a story, I suppose. Anyway. Dreams of a madman are like that, after all. Just pointing out your insurance premiums are going up and it is not my fault. And the owl? I should have attended four funerals since seeing him. Makes me wonder about truth and story telling.

Oh, and what has this to do with the African American or black man?  His story started out with an owl too. hoo hoo..