Hi Guys,

My life is becoming very full and busy.  I am on the board of directors for NORML now, I got my two hours of working out in the morning, kids to get off to school, a house to clean, many other things, so I am taking some time off of blogging.

Those who wish to talk to me can do so at OccultPizza@comcast.net

Until we meet again ~smiles~

I love you all!

Reverend Adam

Well I am already hearing and seeing stuff about the woes of money and Christmas!  I know it’s been very hard for us the last 3 years as I battle the very government that I have poured money into for 20+ years!  There have been times that we have not had any money at all for Christmas, but still we borrow, scrape and hope that we make it, at least for the kids ~smiles~.

There have been times in this last 3 years that we have no had food in the cupboards or fridge.  I can think of a time a couple weeks ago when it was getting very low.  The point is the vast majority of us struggle from the middle-middle class down to those of poverty!

A mandate has come down from the World Trade Organization telling us we need to spend more money to get our economy going?!?!  Fuck you!!!  I hate when multimillion dollar CEO’s and power brokers tell me I need to buy fucking more useless materialistic shit so they can make their 155’ yacht payments!!!

In order for the “New World Order” to come we must first destroy the illusion of media and the economy!  We all break our backs and are told how much we are worth while those at the top of the food chain dictate how many millions of dollars they get for a bonus off the backs of these workers, whether they be decently paid American or impoverished communist sweatshop workers!

Christ is concerned.  Christ says this year instead of buying 100’s of dollars in presents (with the exception of the children, big J really loves the kids!) and putting yourself in debt for the next 6 months you can do one of two things:

1)     Get a karaoke machine and some Christmas CD’s, call your family and friends over and drink warm apple cider and just enjoy the love and sincerity that you should all really have for each other.  Don’t spend your money on materialist garbage!

2)     If you have a disposable income (WOW! That must be nice) then whatever you are going to spend in the adult sector, take that money and donate it to a worthy charity that actually gets the money to the people who need it and not lost in the CEO’s of the so called non profit organizations!  Jesus would be very happy with you if you did this instead, and if you really want to get on God’s good side this Xmas then do it anonymously!!!  Then you shall truly be rewarded.

Until we all stop buying into the illusion that is our crumbling economy is somehow working great.  We shall always be slaves to the system!!!  You cannot have 2 masters!  You either despise one (Mammon = Money) or love the other (Holy Ghost).

For those who aren’t specifically Christian, yet still celebrate the religious holidays of Solstice, Hanukah, etc, you can help too because your values and principles are exactly the same, only they fall under another name for God.  A benign religion is a benign religion, so the “Good” side wants to see everyone make a new tradition, one that tells the elite rich we aren’t buying into their bullshit anymore!!!  Let the economy crumble!  It is the only way will can create a better system, as long as this one is intact there will never be equality or peace.  It will always be a two-tiered system!

Of course with the exception of me, I know that nothing will change, so our world is still doomed and after 2/3rds of the world is destroyed I guess we (whoever is alive) can pick up the pieces and enjoy their 1000 years of struggle, but with peace, as for me I gather my treasures in Heaven.

Love,

Reverend Adam

I would like to say thank you too:

My father (Edward Summerhill CPO NAVY and Vietnam Vet with Task Force 116)

My Grandpa Aguirre (is dead, but WWII Army)

My Uncle James (WWII Army/CB’s)

My friend Stephen (Army Calvary Scout 19D Iraq “was in the shit”)

My Arch Nemesis Jack Osilka (he’s a republican ~chuckles~)

My friend Korean Dan (just finished tour in Iraq “transport” 88H)

To all of those who are, will be, or have been in the military, and/or fought for the freedom of individuals who would not, or could not do it for themselves.  We owe you the greatest debt of gratitude that cannot be embraced by mere words!

Jesus said through God on the Sermon on the Mount:

“It has been said by them of old that thou shalt love they brother and hate thine enemy, but I say unto that thou shalt love thine enemies and do good to those who hate, despise and persecute you”

This statement says that all who fight are not in the favor of the Holy Ghost, well I say that I too will join you in Hell, if that be our end!  I cannot turn the other cheek not matter how I try.  I cannot tolerate injustice and abusive authority.  I will gladly go to Hell if it ensures the personal freedoms and religions of all who desire and seek it!!!

The Marines have a saying, “Good Marines never die, they just go to Hell and regroup!” Hooorah! ~cheers~

I could never dislike or hate another person who would pay the ultimate sacrifice for my freedom whether voluntarily or involuntarily!!!  However, I can hate our administration.  I think if they really want to go to war they should go first ~grins~, or their children should go first!

I love peace, I love Jesus, but I will not let anyone violate our personal freedoms, as do those dieing on the battlefield protect yours and my personal freedoms with their very lives!!!  They even march on to free those who don’t believe in our values, and those who would kill them as they try and protect!!!

I would like those to pray, light candles, whatever it is your do in perspective benign religion ~smiles~ for our boys and girls who are paying the ultimate sacrifice in a foreign land…and eventually in our own land ~sighs~ in the coming years.  Let us pray that they come home safely and not too psychologically fucked up!!! I thank you from the bottom of my heart and hope the God’s speed will end this disunity and bring you all back to the ones that truly love you!!!

Love,

Reverend Adam

This song is dedicated to abuse of these great veterans at the hands of greedy politicians who are separated from God!!!  This is not a dis to our awesome vets, but a dis to the evil that sends them to war while their children live safe in the lap of luxury…FUCK YOU BUSH ADMINISTRATION!!!

Disposable Heroes

Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
Victim of what said should be
a servant `til I fall

Soldier boy, made of clay
now an empty shell
twenty one, only son
but he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
just do as we say
finished here, Greeting Death
he's yours to take away

Back to the front
you will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
you will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
you coward
you servant
you blindman

Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now
sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow
More a man, more stripes you wear, glory seeker trends
bodies fill the fields I see
the slaughter never ends

Soldier boy, made of clay
now an empty shell
twenty one, only son
but he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
just do as we say
finished here, Greeting Death
he's yours to take away

Back to the front
you will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
you will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
you coward
you servant
you blindman

Why, Am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, Hell is here

I was born for dying

Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
left to die with only friend
Alone I clench my gun

Soldier boy, made of clay
now an empty shell
twenty one, only son
but he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
just do as we say
finished here, Greeting Death
he's yours to take away

Back to the front
you will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
you will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
you coward
you servant
you blindman

Back to the front.

Well it’s November 7^th, which means its Julie and My anniversary.  We have been married 15 years! ~cheers~.  It has been a long road but getting easier all the time ~smiles~.

I met Julie at McDonalds back in 1988 or 89’ I can’t remember.  She was the most beautiful and bubbly blonde in the store.  This other guy was after her at the same time I was, but she wanted me.

We had a whirlwind romance for two years.  You would have thought she would have known then that I was crazy, but I think perhaps she liked crazy, as she was born and raised in a very steadfast evangelical household, so I was her craziness, she felt the rush of rebellion from me.

She actually got pregnant before we got married ~blushes~.  I’m a fornicator! ~snickers~, or was at least at one time.  My mom told me I had better marry her, so I told my mom hell no!  I ain’t gonna marry someone just because they are pregnant, but I thought it over long and hard for a few months and decided she was the one.  Many women through time had tried to rope me down into marriage and were incapable of it, as I am truly a free spirit!

We both worked at McDonalds and she eventually became manager.  Well I almost killed my boss there, so I moved to Burger King where I became management almost overnight.

This whole time I had an IV meth addiction that my wife had no clue about.  She was not raised around drugs and did not understand the symptoms of them.  She was totally oblivious, which was perfect! ~snickers~.

Nothing had changed after Malachi was born.  I continued to drink daily until drunk, smoke pot, and shoot meth to start over the drinking again.  It is all I had known from my teenage life, plus I had worked for the government in a very dark capacity, which still causes mental illness to this day!

I was always in trouble for partying and making noise, but the managers feared me and my bros’ because they knew without a doubt we would kill them if they called the cops, so we never had the cops come over regardless of how disrespectful we were.

As you can imagine, this was not how my wife was raised, nor did she understand our barbaric/Nordic ways of taking what we wanted when we wanted and not caring about anyone or anything that got in the way.

I tired of working at dead end jobs and started going to college to get my Computer Science Degree, well after my first year I met up with a guy named Tim Beal who was wealthy because his parents owned and operated a prosthetic clinic.  He was selling pot on the side to make ends meet for college, so I was selling a ¼ pound a day for him with little problem.  I started coaxing him into the meth arena.  He had already been addicted to hard drugs, so he was reluctant to enter the playing field.

Well as you can imagine within a year we were driving a Lexus and going to Yakima 2-3 times a week to show the illegal Mexicans and drug addicts how to make meth, and/or buy depending on the circumstances.  I was the official drug tester and crazy bodyguard for Tim.  Tim went crazy on the meth and shot up someone’s house over $90, so the cops came and arrested him, took the Lexus and that was that I was at the bottom of the pile again!

Many of you know I use to work on a lab in Lakeside, California, so I had been on top before with women, motorcycles, guns, etc.  This was like the 5^th time I had risen and fallen again.

We had moved to Julie’s dad’s trailer in the valley.  I was working with some local bikers here in the valley and a guy named Spiderman that I had met at our old place.  One day he up and disappeared with a lot of biker money!  The first place they went was to my bro Mike’s house and Ted was there (we were called the brothers) and told the bikers that if they messed with me they would all be dead.  Ted was at the lab in San Diego when we were trained by School of the Americas, so he knew ~snickers~.  But his threats just exacerbated the situation and they came to our trailer.

My son was sitting in the house watching TV in a poopy diaper as he did every day while I sat at the kitchen sink shooting up my speed!  Everyone rolls up on the lawn with guns drawn, so of course my Springfield .45 was out and aimed at one of them.  I thought for sure I was dead this day, but we talked a mean talk I forked over Spiderman’s car and they were happy with the interest at that time, fortunately for us Spiderman came back.  The people he was dealing with for such a large amount kept him around tied up for a few days to ensure they didn’t need to kill him for being a narcotic officer.  I was happy to see him so we got High on speed and gave the biker’s there due!

A few weeks later I was trying too off a gun some bitch stole and gave to my bro Ted.  He had put it under the passenger side of my truck and I was tired of worrying about when the cops would pull me over and find it, so I was going to sell it.  It turned out to belong to this one biker’s dad, so I inadvertently walked into a room with guns pointed at my head!  I didn’t know fear (which is pretty stupid), so I explained to them where the gun had come from, luckily my story matched up with their assumptions.  What is really weird is after they figured out I was to be respected they wanted proof I wasn’t a cop, so we attacked someone’s compound and thrashed some people really good.  It was because this girl was wronged, so we went over then and held this guy down after pummeling everyone else at gunpoint and let her spray him in the face and balls with mace!

I ended up becoming really good friends with the guy that was sprayed later down the road, but then something happened to me.

One day as I sat there my son (who was two) was watching cartoons when I developed a conscious. I think it was after my 4^th or 5^th minor heart attack from speed overdose.  I can’t tell you how much a conscious sucked because that meant I could no longer continue with what I was doing, so I checked into rehab.  This whole time my wife worked, and I didn’t work for about two years.  I was making money, but when things fell apart it was rough!  I was broke and hustling to get the dope I so desperately thought I needed!

I tried to get into a state funded rehab and they sent me to Renton, Washington and then said I had to go back because they didn’t have a detox facility and said I needed to be off drugs for 72 hours.  I started screaming and telling them if I could quit for 72 hours I sure as hell wouldn’t need their fucking place!  To no avail I was sent back to Spokane, but my wife was a manager at McDonalds now and could get me into a very posh treatment center in Bothell, so I was there for 6 weeks in a rigorous program of exercise, education, abstinence, and AA/NA meetings.

I went to meetings and involved myself in Narcotics Anonymous with a fervor.  I was in the political aspect of it, as well as an officer for recreations. The first spent cleaning out my system because all I could do when I quit speed was sleep all the time ~sighs~.  I developed my conscious while I was clean for almost 6 years.  I was told when I first came in that if you go out before 5 years you will kill a perfect stranger and I didn’t want to do that!

We lived next door to Julie’s parents for a couple years, but then the old lady that owned the house died, so her greedy evil sister that no one ever saw kicked us out and sold it.  I was going in for my first operation on my leg to stop the blood clots and bleeding.  It was the largest vein in my left leg running from my ankle to my balls!

We had to move in with Julie’s parents because I could not work after the surgery.  I stood all day sewing boots in White’s boot factory and I couldn’t stand for at least 6 weeks.  We originally intended to stay with her parents for a year, but it ended up being 3 years until we got our finances under control to move out.  This is where we are living now for the last three years.

Julie is a workhorse and gets her ethics from her dad who worked 2 jobs for over 22 years.  He worked at a semi-trailer company and then he had his own damp proofing business.  My dad was much the same way worked all day and studied at college all night.  It is so weird how two people can turn out so differently even though their family environments are very much the same minus the Jesus factor.

While we are at Julie’s parents house we almost go divorced around year 7 of our marriage.  I was on my way to being terminal and had several chronic problems, as well as the worst ones..my psychological problems that I have hid from everyone and covered up with physical problems.

You see I have always lived a life that allowed my psychological maladjustments to flourish, but now I am going to church and living in a society where those things aren’t acceptable.  I pray for help, but have yet to receive it after almost killing my last two bosses and various other people who piss me off in my daily life, so I have learned to isolate myself, which has its own set of ramifications to resolve.

Now everything is in the open, my psychologist, my wife, and now you know all my psychological disorders that I have tried to covet for years and years.  I find the human mind a most amazing thing, especially how it can bullshit us and coerce us to live in what most would deem insanity.

I could go into what happened at the lab, and I believe I have touched on it in a few blogs, but I don’t really want the FBI, DEA, and other unscrupulous dark forces behind our government to kill me (or arrest me) when I want to live now!

Julie has been like a rock through all of this, not too say we haven’t been in some major fights.  She has seen my Explosive Rage Disorder on more than one occasion.  I just thank God that my core programming doesn’t allow me to hurt the ones I love!  But it doesn’t stop me from doing hundreds of dollars in damage to inanimate objects around me.

I have my SSI hearing December 6^th and am hoping they understand that if they force me back into the work force I am not accountable for my actions as diagnosed by my psychs’  In the past when I know a psychotic episode is coming I quit my job or call in sick, but the ones I don’t see coming and I black out on.  They are the scariest, because I wake up and don’t know what I have done!

My lawyer and doctor said I am no longer terminal.  That my progressive Deep Vein Thrombosis is no longer deteriorating, nor have I had renal failure in the last year or so.  My immune system still sucks butt, however with my continued diet, exercise and weightlifting I foresee many of them becoming less of a threat too me.  I can only assume that either myself (unknowingly through a paradigm shift of spirituality) or God have miraculously given me a second chance thus far, and I don’t intend to waste a single second of it.  I am already talking to my boy Malachi about starting snowboarding as soon as I get down to weight.  I am suppose to go on a backpacking trip this next summer, the one that almost killed me last time!  I will win this time!  I want to start parachuting and mt. Climbing!  I want to spoil my grandchildren rotten with ice cream in place of lunch and give them loud obnoxious toys!  I WANT TO LIVE!!!

Basically, this is a testament of sainthood to my wife!!!  Without her I would be dead, as my mother and father know, so do I.  She has saved me from a life of decadence, prison and death!!!  She has been here for me whether we were fighting or getting along.  She has remained with me even when I tried to drive her away because I was afraid to live the normal life I have now!!!  She was Jesus and God until the real Holy Spirit could enter my soul!!!  She is a saint and deserves God’s grace just for what I have put her through here on this planet!!!

I love you baby!!!  Thank you for putting up with me for 15 years!  I wouldn’t be here without your stubborn tenacity!!!

Reverend Adam