Dreams of Two Presidential Candidates--Cat Cartoon
Yesterday, I spent a substantial part of my afternoon, talking to Obie, short for her Nigerian name, with about 20 characters in both the first and last names, that I could not pronounce, if my life depended on it, but our conversations went from a hit and run accident, she got into in her Mercedes with a man who took off after nearly totaling her car, while she was actually on her way to re-up her auto insurance, after being out of the state on a modelling gig, only to get hit a day before she could make it across LA, to make her payment, to a worker's comp claim, for being an extra, getting heat stroke or fainting while working as an extra in the movie, Fast & Furious, not to be confused with the government selling arms to third world countries, or drug lords in Mexico, being used against our border patrol and their own citizens, to talking to Obie, about her mother's 20 year struggle with INS, immigration and customs, to get her citizenship!
As we talked, the issue of her mother's fear of visiting her dying mother in Nigeria, after not seeing her for 20 years, and the fear of taking Obie with her, who had not been circumcised, being two years short of becoming a citizen herself, fearing her daughter would also become a victim of what happened to her as a child, being cut and sown up, which was the custom of her tribe or country, either for religious reasons, or those pesky social mores, making sure that girls, are virgins, until their marriage, when their new husband, gets the pleasure, to her pain, of ripping the hell out her stitched up vagina, ensuring he was getting the girl he bargained for! I told her it was just her luck, that she got the only, female, attorney in the USA, and member of the United States Supreme Court Bar, to be female circumcised by pissed off males, after getting 9 federal agents and attorneys fired, with the feds getting the form of punishment for this female attorney, from a paper, a scholarly work, published, and awarded, having been written for an International Law class at BYU, 1993, with professor, Michael Goldsmith, on female circumcision!
I also, informed her, that just this week, President Obama, was meeting with I believe, 50 or so, big business heads, from various countries, throughout the African continent, and asking them to help eradicate the barbaric practice of female circumcision! He wisely, went on to say, as these business leaders seek to improve the economy and standing of Africa, in the world, that a good indication of the character of a nation is the way they treat their women! Thank God for men, like President Obama, who have not only spoken out about this disgusting practice, but others that America also needs to remedy, like domestic violence and sexual assault . . . out sexist shit stinks too! So I am sure as I sang the praises of this act of chivalry and valor by our President, seeing it every bet as important, to use he respected reputation and world popularity, to end wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, to make an impact, to help women worldwide, with archaic and backward customs and social controls, that benefit men, but sorely hurt, scare, control, and batter women, but it is within this context that I had the somewhat amusing dream, I had last night, with no connection to reality, decorum, rationality, and credence! But, just for your entertainment, purely intended.
REM Sleep Center to President Obama
I will admit, I have more than one news source, and unlike Sarah Palin, I can tell you what news sources I read, and where I got my information. But I have long respected the Obama's as a married couple, and I guarantee you Michelle, you have nothing to worry about, from this inane dream, so no implication or intent, just the deranged mind of this women, very appreciative of what your husband is trying to do for women. Now, I have long thought President Obama was and is hot, a bit too thin, for this beef cake chick, who has come to the realization, that I don't need to lose weight, I just need a bigger man! But, take a dream, for what a dream is worth, this one just funny. But I have read the reports of divorce, Michelle's tell all book, much like those of the Clinton's and the Bush's marriages on the rocks, by the Big Foot and Elvis believer's crowd, so I think my moments, grabbing a National Enquirer, with as much interest as I do a Wall Street Journal or Salt Lake Tribune, or one on that level, the Mormon owned, Deseret News, you have to just consider the source!
So, last night, Edward, my cousin, not to be confused with Edward Snowden, I just wrote about, an hour ago, took Obie to the Bellagio Hotel, and to other social events around Vegas, for a night of dancing, drinking and whatever follows that, I feel asleep, but my early morning dream was just as entertaining and full of surprises. For I had a visit from the President of the United States, not dressed in his normal office and running the country attire, but wearing a red golf shirt, and khaki shorts, with sandals on, and he was sitting with me in his car . . . no secret service. So as my sleepy brain, becomes cognitive of me sitting with the President in this casual setting of his car, me, of course, in a white, symbolic of pure, summer dress . . . haven't worn white, nor a dress for 14 years, but, nonetheless, that is what I was wearing, and I am sitting in the passenger side of the front seat, while both of us are listening to the news, although, I admit, I was more worried what to do with a President, than listening to the news!
So, I scoot across the seat, old style car, no bucket or hidden chambers in the middle, but I move next to the Barack, we will use a more familiar term, due to the circumstances in the dream, and kind of cozy up to him, with not response from him. No return of affection, just a question, to see if I had a take on the news that just came on the radio . . . what, the radio, I hadn't listened to what was being said, I was too busy, trying to figure out why I was with the President, why he was so casually dressed and what might bring about a meeting with him, or the events that were taking place, just taking clues as I saw them . . . the news you ask . . . I didn't get a BS degree, in English and communications for nothing, so I play, stump the President and bull shit my way through a semblance of a response.
I don't think he bought it, but he was his normal cool self, and was wise enough not to start an argument with me, President or no President, I don't like to be questioned on my knowledge or my interpretation . . . that is why, when given a chance on this blog to receive comments, I declined, I don't care to hear your critique, nor value your response . . . just kidding, but not really. So there is a long silent, pregnant pause in our conversation, and I am still wondering why I am sitting, now awkwardly next to the President, in a car, thinking of a plan to scoot back across the seat, unnoticed. Finally, I said, so, Prez., why are we here? After some time, he said, I am a play boy . . . that most likely came from me watching the news the other night, or it came from Rachel Maddow or Jon Stewart, making fun of Fox News, making fun of the President playing golf with the head of some state or nation . . . Barack was wearing a blue shirt and shorts in the segment, so I believe I was influenced by that, but my mind put him in a red shirt . . . a far more powerful color, symbolically!
My Dream of Mitt Romney, Just Days Before the 2012 Presidential Elections
Now, anyone who has followed this blog for any substantial time, knows, that I believe their was foul play in my $357M securities case, Brock et al v. Herbert et al, with me suspecting for good reason and with some supporting circumstantial evidence that my contingency fee of $118M ended up going to Mitt's campaign, given the players involved, the close connection between my family and Romney, through church sources, the overly representative percentage of Mormon CIA, FBI and NSA being Mormon, and a hotly contested and battled campaign, with me pulling for President Obama. So taken in that context, you have to just consider the source . . .
This dream, of Mitt, is just as uncharacteristic of Mitt, as the one about, Barack . . . with a slim chance of either one of them ever being with me in reality, or in person, or in the situation presented in the dreams. But, there is one caveat, for Mitt, and that is that every Mormon male, in his heart of hearts, believes that he will have more than one wife, about 10 virgins, if he lives well in this life, and at the time I had this dream, I was actually visiting a friend, who's father, while not a polygamist, was living in a sort of compound, just outside the top security area of the mysterious area 51, where there have been claims of UFO's and other worldly visitations by scientists who have been chased and tainted reputation wise, as I have, for revealing the truth about government secrets, no matter how bizarre they seem to be . . . so, that also may have influenced this dream, as did the last thing my friends father said, after we watched Russian news, from his self sustaining compound just outside of the Shevowitz Indian Reservation, 17 miles west of St. George.
I Didn't Even Want You For President!
I am sure, the somewhat justified, psycho-sexual analysis of both of these dreams will be, for this sexually repressed attorney, with no clitoris, that I have a latent desire to have sex with powerful men, I even entertained, a tryst with Putin, in my grandeous delusions, of actually finding a man, that is my equal, watch, the free YouTube movie, My Fake Fiance . . . Harvard grad, totally my personality . . . but here goes this somewhat humorous and interesting to say the least dream.
Okay, so you all know, that Governor Romney, or Mitt to me, in this compromising dream, has perfect hair, seldom do you ever see it messed up, but in this compromising dream, and Anne, due to the Mormon belief, in a similarly barbaric custom of polygamy, you might have a bit more to worry about . . . seeing that the twin relics of barbarism are slavery and polygamy, with Mormon males, and their co-partners, who are little more advanced than Africa, in custom and belief towards women, with many similarities, between Mormons and Muslims, who in some countries practice female circumcision, through Islam, and seeing that the punishment of choice for me, in Utah, also have polygamy in common. Although Allah gives those who strap bombs on themselves, 70 virgins, rather than the allotted 10 virgins, in current Mormon scripture!
So, in the dream, Mitt is laying naked over me, with his hair, falling forward, only a sheet over he and I, I don't recall what I was wearing, but I am sure the shock of the dream, made me hopefully, wearing at least a nightgown, being overly prudish and modest. But Mitt is up on his arms, on top of my body, with this sheet over me, and I get this thought, much like when I asked a rapist, in reality, laying on top of me, what are you doing . . . breaking the spell of fantasy, but I just look up at Mitt, again, in shock, but calm and secure in my comment . . . I didn't even want you for president!
With the thought, that what the hell are you thinking, dude? But, as I analyzed the dream, I thought, maybe, had he listened to me, read the same emails, I was sending to President Obama, or after the interception, to Senator Testers Staff in Montana, giving valuable critiques, comments, and thoughts about the election, the debates, comments I heard from the Mormon underground, like the fact that Mitt was building his 5th home, this one in California, with an elevator, going from the basement to the front door, bringing he car of the day, to the main level of the house, at a time when millions of Americans were losing their only home, with Obama's having only one home, besides the White House, if I recall, but stuff like that, with former President Clinton, joking about that house, or fact, he might have done better than listen to his staff, who were in fighting and leading him astray through false statements of fact and fiction!
And in that context, I could see him wanting to be with ME! Much more objective a source!
Anyway, we need to end all barbaric means of treating women, slavery, polygamy and female circumcision . . . plus, follow the 14th amendment of equal protection, how can one couple, with the INS, claiming her marriage was fraudulent, stopping Obie's mother from obtaining citizenship for 20 years, while granting the other partner to the marriage, citizenship years ago . . . denying her, even after finding the marriage to be valid, and irrelevant to the INS proceedings, but still used against this noble, honorable, Nurse, from Pennsylvania! We are better than this!
P.S. I forgot the cat cartoon . . . my symbol for the CIA is a cat, stealth, sneaky, silent, etc., so in this cartoon, firstname.lastname@example.org, 2014 UFS, Inc., www.GoComics.com, there is a chair, cat and a cat smacks into the woman's back, the caption says, Sorry, I thought I could jump over you!