Monthly Archives: May 2020

Join a march today; wear your mask to really piss them off

thousands protest in Dallas yesterday

This is what democracy looks like.  Real protest.  The majority speaking.  Look at the numbers!  A few weeks ago there were “fake” protest from the angry-white gun owners who were upset they couldn’t get their hair cut.  Those weren’t real protest; those were tea-party, right-wing nuts on the same corporate funded, anti-union, white-supremacist email list told to show up with their guns to scare the shit out of those who don’t believe in guns as a form of communication.  Everyday they get the hate emails that tell them things like former President Obama wasn’t born in the U.S.A, Nancy Pelosi is a Satan Worshiper, Hilary Clinton sold babies out of a pizza parlor in Washington D.C.  to keep them from seeing the truth that Corporations Are Destroying The U.S.A as Thomas Jefferson feared they would.

Another pathetic “hate” protest: 38 people.

That’s right, the author of the Declaration of Independence warned against the threat to democracy posed by big banks and big corporations, and would be proud of the thousands of us protesting the killing of another black man at the hands of law enforcement.  Here in Dallas we had a march with a few thousand people and I noticed they were the same faces I saw at the Anti-Wall Street marches, the anit-Trump marches, and the women rights marches.   The silent majority.  The sissy liberals who try to be nice to not hurt the asshole loud mouths feelings.  Dare I say, the meek who will inherit the earth.  That’s right, if Jesus were here today which march do you think he would be involved with?  The assault-gun loonies out to play, or the thousands of us who have had enough of the shit?

What you are seeing now is not only protest of the killing of another black man, but people who have had enough of the Trump hate organization lying to us everyday to keep their power as they do things like strip away our healthcare and social security.  For four years now we have watched Donald Trump lie to his glassy-eyed followers as they foam at the mouth to create more hate in the world.  We’ve had enough.  You watch.  Trump has been telling his minority of loud-mouth followers with most of the guns and money in the country to protest, when they don’t have shit to protest about.  They have every god-damn thing they want!  

The world changes today!

We shall overcome!

Join a march today! (Wear your mask to really piss them off.)

The Freethinker Lives!

On this day in 1882, G.W. Foote published an issue of The Freethinker that would land him in jail for the charges of blasphemy.  He would be the last person prosecuted under this law, of course, the bullshit prosecutions are still out there, but the names have changed. 

In May 1881, G. W. Foote began the radical magazine called The Freethinker.  In the first issue he wrote: “The Freethinker is an anti-Christian organ, and must therefore be chiefly aggressive. It will wage relentless war against Superstition in general, and against Christian Superstition in particular”.

Wow, isn’t that something, if the New York Times or any other modern day publication read by mainstream U.S.A wrote that today there would be hell to pay.  So, G. W. Foote was definitely one hell of a man, in my humble opinion. 

His primary writings were parody and satire with weekly Bible cartoons:

In 1882 Foote was charged with blasphemy for having published these biblical cartoons. Two blasphemy prosecutions were brought against the issues of 28 May 1882.  Foote pleaded his case that “religion” was “myth” and for humans to obtain their humanist potential, we needed to stop following “myths” — I paraphrase.  Of course, the Christian church controlled everything then as it does now and so Foote was sentenced to a year in prison. 

The good news is that just like all the right-wing laws they try pushing down our throats today with their radical-right-wing judges, the prosecution of Foote did nothing to stop progress: The Freethinker is still publishing truth over myth today.  

So stay strong people, we’re winning and they know it.  Truth, love, and kindness will always prevail in the end.  Their right-wing-wacko experiment that started with President Ronald Reagan, ends with Donald Trump.  

 Can I get a hallelujah!  

~~ Dr TV Boogie

Union Busters, and Aggressive Dog Owner Meets Passive-Aggressive Bird Watcher.

Okay, so it is May 26th, historically speaking not a good day for working people.  In Dearborn Michigan on this day, labor activists Walter Reuther, Richard Frankensteen, and a few others are preparing to distribute leaflets outside the Ford River Rouge plant in accordance with the permit they have obtained from the Dearborn city council, when a pack of goons from the Ford service department challenges them:  “This is Ford property, get the hell out of here.”  The labor leaders started to leave when their path was blocked and they were attacked and beaten.  The four bleeding and semiconscious men were dragged to the end of the overpass leading to the plant and thrown over the edge onto concrete steps.  There were 39 steps leading to the parking lot: Reuther later recalled, “The end of my spine hit every one.”

The security forces mob also attempted to destroy photographic plates, but the Detroit News
photographer James R. Kilpatrick hid the photographic plates under the
back seat of his car, and surrendered useless plates he had on his front
seat. News and photos of the brutal attack made headlines in
newspapers across the country.

The photographed incident greatly increased support for the UAW and hurt Ford’s reputation. Bennett and Ford were chastised by the National Labor Relations Board for their actions. Three years later Ford signed a contract with the UAW. 

Thank god for cameras, they tell the truth.

Speaking of which, in today’s news, I’m not so sure. 

I’m talking about the woman walking her dog in Central Park and the guy approaching her with is phone camera and telling her to put her dog on the leash.

I’ve watched it a few times now and really don’t think it’s a hate crime.  I mean, the guy with a camera is being passive aggressive if you ask me.  We have a no leash law here in Dallas and I see people with their dogs off the leash every now and then.  Do you think I’m going to put a camera in their (“there” if this were a Donald Trump Tweet) face?  Heck no.  Do you think he would have stuck that camera in her face if she was a man with a Pitbull and not an adopted poodle?  


I call bullshit on this guy.  Have a look for yourself.  

~~ Dr TV Boogie


May 23 a day of endings to some bad things.

May 23rd, a day of endings.  

In 1865, the ending of the Civil War is celebrated as the Army of the Potomac marches along Pennsylvania Avenue in celebration.  Only weeks before, mourners had watched Abraham Lincoln’s funeral cortege pass along the same thoroughfare. 

In 1934 on this day the crime spree of Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker was finally over as they were shot to death by Texas and Louisiana state police.  

Another strange ending on this day was in 1945 when Hitler’s appointed successor, Karl Dönitz, was captured.  It was Hitler’s last deviant act to leave Germany in the hands of a Nazis who could eventually rise to power again by playing stupid in a country village.  This was a way to end The Second World War with a disputable surrender as Germany had the First World War.  The surrender Hitler had used as a platform to build his vicious Make-Germany-Great-Again campaign (MGGA-pronouced with a gag one gets from drinking bleach similar to the pronunciation of today’s MAGA).  Fortunately on this day in 1945 the Allies declared that they would not recognize the legitimacy of Dönitz’s administration, and arrested him as a regular Nazis for which he served ten years in prison. 

Stay tuned to see what other bad things end today.  Last I heard, Trump and his idiot followers still weren’t wearing their mask.  

I don’t need to wear no F*(king Mask!



May 22, the day they killed Forrestal Becasue He Opposed The War Machine.


At around 2 a.m. on the morning of May 22, 1949, America’s first Secretary of Defense, James Vicent Forrestal fell to hisdeath from a small window on the 16th floor of The Bethesda Naval Hospital.  A lot has been made out of his death, most recently by the UFO community who believe Forrestal was murdered to keep him quiet about Rosewell.   Undoubtedly, Forrestal’s death is peculiar as pointed out by Richard Dolan and his Richard Dolan Press website where Dolan tells us “several oddities” of the death:

1. Very unusual that Forrestal was placed on the 16th floor, as opposed to the first floor where most mental patients were kept.  

2.  Scuff marks were found on the window ledge as if Forrestal had changed his mind and tried to climb back up, or, fought to get back up. 

3.  Why was a rope used when he was jumping out a 16th floor window?  

Finally, in his article, Dolan reminds us:  “The investigation was as
much of a sham as that of president Kennedy…fourteen years later.”

Okay, so there was something fishy about Forrestal’s death, no doubt and before I give you the EsotericDaily read on this, I believe a quick refresher course on the man James Forrestal is in order:

First, Forrestal was from a wealthy family and if he had been born today, would probably be one of the “Deregulation  / Lower My Taxes /  Gated Community” 1%’ers who refuse to pay their fair-share of the pie.   Fortunately, however, this was the early 20th century and a good number of the wealthy were progressive and fought for such things as Fair Wages for employees, Safety Net for the Old, and Rights For Minorities. Yes, Forrestal was a New Dealer who supported the Roosevelt policies that gave us Social Security —  can I get an Amen?

Before he was the first Secretary of Defense, Forrestal had also been a successful — wait for it — Wall Street Banker!  That’s right, he hobnobbed with the Rockefeller and Morgan’s and helped them get richer.  He was definitely in the club.  Also, though, unlike the Trump and Bushes of today, when war came, Forrestal joined the fight and made a name for himself there.  Forrestal was so proud of his service in the Iwo Jima battle that he kept the original flag as a souvenir — the famous photo done by Rosenthal of the battle was actually a larger one hosted up for the photo, not the actual flag used in battle which Forrestal kept dear to his heart: a true American!

So, as you can see, by today’s standards, Forrestal would be another greedy bastard bitching about your $15 an hour protest for a minimum wage, but as I have said, he wasn’t because back then the wealthy knew they were blessed with their fortune from those of us plowing their fields.   Unfortunately, it was probably this reasoning that he either committed suicide over, or was tossed from a window to keep his mouth shut.  Why?

Well, lets look at the highlights of what this man did:

He introduced the policy of racial integration in the military.

He opposed dropping the nukes on Japan which some of the politicians back in DC thought approached insubordination (Zacharias, Ellis, “How We Bungled the Japanese Surrender).

He argued against the Partition for Palestine which created The Jewish State.

He advocated the release of UFO Roswell UFO records.

He implemented a “Needs” based budget for military spending.

The list goes on from  Communist Hater to a supporter of the Republican (Dewey) candidate who ran against Truman and almost won — yeah, that probably pissed off Truman a little.

So his life was a bit controversial, and his death…  well, let’s look at his death:
On the morning of his death, Forrestal had been reading a book of poetry which he had left opened to an excerpt from Sophocles “Ajax.” 

In the tragic play, Ajax is the last hero and halfway into the play, commits suicide.   The remainder of the play is the argument to bury him as a hero or let him rot above ground.  In the play, Ajax says:

“Woe, woe! Will be the cry—

No quiet murmur like the tremulous wail of the lone bird, the querulous nightingale.”

Forrestal had written these words on a pad of paper beside the the book of World Poetry.   He stopped at “night” of the last word “nightingale.”

So what’s it all mean?  

1st of all, it is highly unlikely that a murderer would have the literature background to leave this book of classical writing for a suicide note, so one has to conclude that Forrestal himself left it.  Maybe he knew the killers were coming for  him and so Forrestal left it as a warning that there are no heroes left, that the governing power is all corrupt.   In the Ajax story, Ajax is mislead by a goddess to slaughter innocent “Sheep” thinking he was killing the real enemy.   This definitely is worth mentioning, but I’ll leave it to you to define. 

My read on the Forrestal story is that he was the first casualty of the Military-Industry Complex President Eisenhower warned us about in his final message to the people.   The same War Profiteering company that killed Kennedy  them.  The same War Machine that Forrestal came across as the leader of the department of defense when he implemented his “Needs Basis” approach to spending tax-payers money to profiteers. The same greedy war machine that made the Bush’s and Koch Brothers wealthy.   The same War Machine that fears regulations for they will expose their corrupt lies keeping you and me down.

RIP Forrestal.


Eisenhower’s words have never been more important than they are today with the War Machine owning all politicians through the Koch Brother’s Millionaire Fund.

In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists, and will persist. We must never let the weight of this combination endanger our liberties or democratic processes. We should take nothing for granted. Only an alert and knowledgeable citizenry can compel the proper meshing of the huge industrial and military machinery of defense with our peaceful methods and goals so that security and liberty may prosper together. [emphasis added]

                    President Eisenhower, a Republican


Albert Camus Wrote a Book About Today’s Plague in 1948. Weird.

I’ve been reading Albert Camus’ book titled The Plague.  I’m only a 3rd of the way done, so there will be more on it in a few days, but for now just let me tell you that the book reads like a play-by-play book on our current Covid 19 crisis in the U.S.  In Camus’ book, the town people are slow to act when they start seeing rats dying in the streets, and are told by the town leaders not to be alarmed because it will “magically” go away.  Sound familiar?   No shit, the guy who wrote the book L’Étranger in which he describes how prisons are made for poor schmucks like you and me, and not the wealthy 1%-ers, also wrote a book on the plague.  In today’s discussion of The Plague, I want to point out a few pages early in the book when the preacher is preaching.  Funny, but seems to me after reading that section, Trump’s evilness might be the reason God put a plague on us.  That is, if there is such a thing as capital “G” god? 

If today the plague is in your midst, that is because the hour has struck for taking thought.  The just man need have no fear, but the evildoer has good cause to tremble.  For plague is the flail of God and the world His threshing floor, and implacably He will threst out His harvest until the wheat is separated from the chaff.  There will be more chaff than wheat, few chosen of the many called.  Yet this calamity was not willed by God.  Too long this world of ours has connived at evil, too long has it counted on the divine mercy, on God’s forgiveness.  Repentance was enough, men thought; nothing was forbidden.  Everyone felt comfortable assured; when the day came, he would surely turn from his sins and repent.  Pending that day, the easiest course was to surrender all along the line; divine compassion would do the rest.  For a long while God gazed down on this town with eyes of compassion; but He grew weary of waiting, His eternal hope was too long deferred, and now He has turned His face away form us.  And so, God’s light withdrawn, we walk in darkness, in the thick darkness of this plague.

My brothers, that fatal hunt is up, and harrying our streets today.  See him there, that angel of the pestilence, comely as Lucifer, shining like Evil’s very self!  He is hovering above your roofs with his great spear in his right hand, poised to strike, while his left hand is stretched toward one or other of your houses.  Maybe at this very moment his finger is pointing to your door, the red spear crashing on its panels, and even now the plague is entering your home and settling down in your bedroom to await your return.  Patient and watchful, ineluctable as the order of the scheme of things, it bides its time.  No earthly power, nay, not even — mark me well — the vaulted might of human science can avail you to avert that hand once it is stretched toward you.  Ad winnowed like corn on the blood-stained threshing-fool of suffering, you will be cast away with the chaff. 

Wow, sounds like maybe God has had enough of Donald Trump mocking him.  

Albert Camus

As if that wasn’t weird enough, on this day in 1972, in the St. Peter’s Basilica where worshipers and tourist came to see Michelangelo’s “Pieta,” a man jumps in and yells, “I am Jesus Christ,” and commences to hammer the masterpiece.  The blows chipped off the nose of the Madonna, as well as, gouged out her left eyelid.

What if it was Jesus?… 

You decide:

Mad Man With Hammer…         


Or Jesus:


In ancient Rome, Agnoalia was held annually on this date to honor the god Vediovis (or Vedius), who was Jupiter’s counterpart in the underworld.  Vediovis was also a deity of swamps and volcanic activity.  At the Festival of Vediovis, a she-goat was sacrificed in an attempt to placate the eruptive forces of nature and the underworld.


Vertigo Time Warp also known as a Solar Minimum


I’m not one to make a mountain out of a molehill, but I have to wonder about the Sun.  According to a CNN Science article, “The sun is experiencing a less active phase called ‘solar minimum,'”

The article goes on to say: “…just like us, it (the Sun) goes through phases and changes. Over time, those changes in our star have become more predictable. Currently, it’s going through a less active phase, called a solar minimum.”

The sun experiences regular 11-year intervals including energetic peaks of activity, followed by low points. During the peak, the sun showcases more sunspots and solar flares.  Scientists at NASA say we’re currently in a “Grand Solar Minimum.” The last time this occurred was between 1650 and 1715.  

Curious on what the years 1650 to 1715 were about, I researched and found that those years are known historically as the Age of Louis XIV.  Louis ruled from 1643 to 1715.  The most notable events from this time was, war.  According to Wikipedia, France was the leading European power, and it fought three major wars: the Franco-Dutch War, the War of the League of Augsburg, and the War of the Spanish Succession. There were also two lesser conflicts: the War of Devolution and the War of the Reunions.  War was such a part of the time of Louis XIV that reference books such as An Encyclopedia of Global Warfare and Civilization by Cathal J. Nolan, write: “Dominated by the ambitions of France’s King Louis XIV, Europe in the years 1650-1715 witnessed a series of wars from which emerged many of the theories, practices, and technologies that characterize modern warfare.  

Another interesting fact I found, was that an outgoing French ambassador compared Trump to Louis XIV by saying that they were both “Unpredictable and uniformed.”  That ambassador (Gérard Araud) went on to say:  “It is the end of an era, the era of neoliberalism. We don’t yet know what will succeed it,” Araud tweeted at 2 a.m. on the night Trump was elected. “After Brexit and this election, anything is possible. A world is collapsing before our eyes. Vertigo.”

Yes, Vertigo, the world of Donald Trump and Louis XIV.  Yesterday I told you the world under Dr Donald Trump is a world of chaos, but I think “Vertigo” is a better way of saying it. What are the other similarities between Trump and Louis XIV?  Take a seat, the similarities are Vertigo crazy.

Hall of Mirrors, Palace of Versailles.


Trump’s triplex is a marble-and-onyx-covered ode to Versailles that he calls “comfortable modernism.” It is a $100 million penthouse that sits atop the Trump Tower on Manhattan’s 5th Avenue. (Scott Frances/Otto)

Louis XIV was known for his aggressive nature throughout his reign. He engaged France in wars that many historians look back on as unnecessary, and his foreign policy was less than forgiving. During the 1680s, Louis XIV generated public hostility, creating tension and stunting growth among France’s rigid class system. 

In a visit to New York’s Trump Tower, one is easily amazed at the grandeur of Donald’s shrine to himself. The entire building sparkles, and overwhelms the senses through the sheer excess present; individuals can see themselves on every single wall and are painted with a bronze shadow that falls over the entire interior. Guards check bags at the door, and watch the elevator to make sure only those with IDs are heading to the top. Four floors of glitter are open to the public eye, but after that only the very rich may continue. No matter what floor you’re on, everything screams Trump: Trump Grill, a signature Trump clothing line, and Ivanka Trump’s small jewelry case. Everything shouts Trump’s name, singing of his fortune and fame.

The similarities between the Sun King and The Donald are uncanny. Slightly obsessed with themselves and able to dedicate an entire building in their honors? Check. Causing chaos? Check. Looking back to the original architectural cues of both buildings, a continued amazement of self-obsession can be easily noticed, and further comparisons of the two leaders increase with time. Louis XIV was controversial, without much of a soft side.  Trump is, well, Trump.

So, yes boys and girls, we are in a Vertigo Time Warp also known as a Solar Minimum. 


Stand Up To Trump or Bow To Satan.

I’ve been trying to see things positively, but it’s so hard.  Everything is so confusing?  In today’s headlines for instance, you can read “Why the U.S. Is Not Heading For a Depression” right under another report that says, “We’re Already in a Great Depression.” Who do I believe?

There are no answers.  Trump and his Bozo the Clown Show is giving us no clear advice.  Trump says one thing and does another.  He says we should wear mask in public but never wears one himself.   His own guidelines say we should continue in lock down until 14 days of lowering numbers, which hasn’t happened in the cities where he is now supporting the red-neck melitia protestors with a wink.  What chaos!

When I was a Christian, I remember how a preacher told me that chaos is the work of the devil

(1 Corinthians 14:33 – For God is not the author of confusion, but of peace, as in all churches of the saints.).  The Preacher Man was talking about the war protesters who were burning flags and protesting the Vietnam War.  “God doesn’t like chaos,” he told me and it stuck with me.  I mean, I never liked chaos myself, that’s why I became a Buddhist.
I wonder why none of the Christians are saying things about the Chaos Trump is creating by saying one thing and doing another?  Are they… scared?  Have they been eating so much of their Chic-Fil-a For Jesus chicken that they’ve become… chicken shits?
Stand up to Trump or bow to Satan.  It’s that simple ass whole.

Man, that Jesus chicken does sound good.

From the desk of Dr TV Boogie.


Pagan USA

On this day in the year 1800, the House of Representatives suggested the building of a pyramid, 100 feet square at the base and “of proportional height.”  The notion that a pyramid would best represent the idea of George Washington.   Hence, in accordance with Masonic practices, construction of the obelisk began on July 4, 1848, with a ceremonial laying of the enormous cornerstone, which had been donated by the Mason Thomas Symington who owned the quarries from which the monument’s marble was taken.  The ceremony was conducted by Benjamin French, wearing the Masonic apron and sash George Washington had worn when he laid the cornerstone of the Capitol building in 1793.

Some say the obelisk was chosen because America wanted to look like it had been around for awhile, or as other’s have suggested, “put down ancient roots” by choosing the ancient Egyptian symbol.   I don’t know, looks pretty much like a male phallic symbol to me from all the male energy that founded this country.   Unfortunately, I have to break the news to ya’ll here:  it’s Pagan!  More precisely, Pan, the goat god of sensuality.  The word ‘obelisk’ literally means ‘Baal’s shaft’ or Baal’s organ of reproduction.”

Another story links the obelisk to a different phallic myth – Osiris’ golden phallus.

Osiris was a king of Egypt who married his sister Isis. His brother Set wished to usurp the throne and so plotted his death. He tricked Osiris into climbing into a golden chest. As soon as he was inside, Set nailed down the lid and flung the chest into the Nile. It was carried off to Byblos in Syria where it came to rest against a small Tamarisk tree or Acasia tree, with the dead Osiris still inside. Isis found out what Set had done to Osiris, so she set off to find her husband. A vision led her to Byblos, where she recovered his body and took it back to Egypt.
Set stole it again and tore it into fourteen pieces, which he scattered throughout Egypt to prevent Osiris from coming to life again. Isis recovered all but one of the pieces – the penis – and gave Osiris a fit burial. Their son, Horus, avenged him by slaying Set. Another son, Anubis, resurrected Osiris with the ‘lion grip.’
Having triumphed over the grave, Osiris now reigns as king and judge of the so called dead. The piece of Osiris that Isis never recovered was the penis, which Set had thrown into the Nile where it was eaten by fish. Ever resourceful, Isis manufactured an artificial organ (the golden phallus) around which the Egyptians eventually established a cult or festival they could pay tribute to.
From this it is a small step to the conclusion that the obelisk was itself meant to be a phallic symbol. 
Whether of Osiris, Baal, or fertility in general, it was a representation of fatherhood and patriarchy.
While the idea that the obelisk is a representation of the phallus may be a story that seems stranger than fiction, when you think of Washington as the founding father of the United States, and the obelisk being a representation of fatherhood/patriarchy, it makes a lot of sense. 

In 1908 the U.S. Congress adopted a law making the phrase “In God We Trust” obligatory on certain American coins.   It was placed there to replace the socialistic phrase put their by the framers of our constitution: “Out of Many, One” — E Pluribus Unum.

Yes, it wasn’t until 1908 that the political use of the word God found its way into politics.  So, the next time someone tells you this is Gods country and holds up a dollar bill to prove it, tell them to open a f*&king history book, bozo.

Did Trump Really Say That About His Daughter? He, did, he did!

Thomas Boleyn could not have been soaring higher in the court of Henry VIII. He was the king’s father-in-law, after all, and enjoyed all the bounty that accompanied such an exalted position.  But in May 1536, ghastly accusations arose charging incest between his children:  Queen Anne Boleyn and George, Viscount Rochfod.  The queen, the salacious indictment against her read, had “tempted her brother with her tongue in the said George’s mouth and the said George’s tongue in hers and also with kisses, presents and jewels.”  Although most historians consider the charges absurd, no more than a silly little joke such as when Donald Trump joked about his attraction to his daughter on the Howard Stern show.   The siblings were duly condemned in separate trials held on May 15 and found guilty.  It was left to their maternal uncle, the Duke of Norfolk, to pronounce the death sentences.  Thus, Thomas Boleyn lost his only son to the headsman’s ax on May 17, and his daughter Anne to a French swordsman two days later.

Ewwww, gross.


On this day in 1792, the New York Stock Exchange is founded by 24 brokers, signing a two-sentence contract called the Buttonwood Agreement.  This took place under a button-wood tree on what today is Wall Street.

On this day in 1885, the fearless Apache Indian chief Geronimo, the last Native American to surrender to the United States, breaks out of an Arizona reservation for the second time.  For 30 years he and his followers had resisted attempts of white Americans to take away their homeland.  Oddly enough, the white-man would use Geronimo’s name when they jumped out of planes to prove they had courage.   I tell you what would have been courageous of the white-man, but they won’t let me.   

Also, on this day the Green Corn Dance of the Florida Seminoles takes place annually on this date.  A very old harvest ceremony, it is also celebrated by the Cherokee, Natchez, and Creeks.  In addition to the sacred dances, there are ball games, council meetings, a feast of barbecued beef, and a purifying black beverage made from a creek holly shrub.


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