BirdMan Of Long Beach

There is one bird in particular that keeps coming back to the back gate of my next-door neighbor, to perch there on lookout before constantly diving down from it to the trash bins below, and the ground around them, looking for morsels for the day, and quickly returning to his relatively safer perch, long tail flicking, presumably in the excitement of it all.  I observe this near-daily ritual from my perch, sitting on my futon couchbed in front of my computer, after my mid-day meal - my first of the day; being the night owl that I am - before diving ‘down’ into it and its entrance into the Internet, for my morsels for the day.  This is all taking place at the back of my apartment complex, from my spare but cosy ground-floor studio apartment, looking out my back window into the fenced-off back area of the apartment complex next door.

This is a residential area, still with a number of single family dwellings; but it has morphed, over the years, into something resembling the sort of accommodation spaces that our erstwhile keepers would like to have us Americans living in - to say: stacked and packed.  Into the cities.  Off the countryside.   Purportedly for ‘saving the environment’.  In reality, for surveillance.

Keeping a ‘better’ eye on us.  So that we can’t more easily fly away from their observation of us.  In our prison cities.  On our prison planet.*  

It’s called Agenda 21, and its successor, Agenda 2030.  Enterprises of the UN, they are billed as ‘Sustainable Development’ initiatives.  Sounds, well, admirable.  But what they really are, are blueprints for takeover.         

I live in a major port town - the small city of Long Beach - ‘feeding’ into the L.A. County area.  And according to one school of thought, the Red Chinese - who have taken over control of said port (as they have other ports in this state; some inland, reaching all the way into its heartland) - are ‘perched’ in there, waiting to swoop down on us, and take over the state, as part of a pincer movement designed to take over the whole country, from both the south and the north, and coming into our coasts, both west and east, from staging areas in Central America.  Here, at the end of the Monroe Doctrine… 

Well.  We’ll see.

We.  Will.  See.

In the meantime, I would, if allowed to, get off my tail feathers and trundle over to the LB Port entrance, and say to those forces, assembled:

‘Attention.  

‘Remember the Flying Tigers.

‘And do not dishonor your ancestors.

‘That is all.’ 

And, for most honorable people,

that should be enough.

For, We Are All One.  And All IS One.

And it is time - and Time - to start living like it.

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* And thanks, Alex Jones, for that observation.  And reminder.  

   Even before Google made it, now, all the more obvious.