The Last
Free Thoughts

And Parents aren't going to like it. But this is outrageous. Its not like the "Good Old Days" when a Teen Takeover meant having a party and drinking lots of beers at the Town's new construction site. These gatherings have gotten destructive. And its absolutely monstrous.

So here's the simple policy solution that really, society should smile upon and gladly accept if we are to maintain some modicum of order. Hold the Parents just as accountable as the Kids. That's right. Throw em both in jail or whatever the sentence will be for the crimes and destruction they commit. Hold them both accountable, and you can bet that Parents will no longer be able to deploy the "they snuck out I didn't know where they went" excuse. Like you "Didn't Know" lmao. You "Knew". You "Know You Knew". So cut the shit.

Get the whole family — or at least the offending parties and their parents. Maybe a parent. Nah, both. Can't make a kid by yourself — off the streets. Save. Our. Cities.

We get less and less of it each day. And in my position, sometimes it feels like less and less of the less and less. But sometimes feelings from the Aether come across. What if I was able to draw how I think time might work? I dunno. It came across, let it go. The drawing in this Free Thought was assisted by the Surveillers. You wouldn't wanna see my freehand "drawings" — trust me on that.

What would the world look like if only three webpages were available every day to every person on Earth?

It didn't matter what you searched — or what you thought existed — but the reality is whatever you typed in that URL bar, you were routed to one of three places. No social media. No media. No news. Just these —

1. HamsterDance. Yep. That's right. Endless loop of dancing Hamsters on HamsterDance. This once viral (in the most literal terms of the word) site was a gem of my youth. And it was something that was impossible not to get a smile out of you — no matter how bad your day was.

2. Tubgirl. Go ahead….you google that.

3. CNN. Heyy……….I said no news……so this one should be fair game. Find out some what's about some things in some places. Probably with a biased lens but you can still critically think and deduce what's actually happening.

If 1 comes up — fantastic. Literally impossible not to smile. But if ya get 2 or 3? Sheesh, better luck tomorrow.

Alien Invasion? Ebola? Hantavirus? Global Conflict? With all of these calamities and more, this is an open question. Let me lay it out in the simplest of terms.

When I say that as the Human Race, how are WE going to survive — I'm thinking of WE. I mean, all of us. Everything on this planet that is HUMAN, or a Dog, because that's our best friend — how are WE going to survive.

And maybe that's you too. But it's not those two friends you have — when they say WE….they mean……ME.

So the thought arrives from the Aether, and you begin to realize: "If my two friends mean ME…..that means…." That's right. That means his two friends mean ME, and her two friends mean ME, and so you can see……. There are more MEs than WEs.

And in a world where there are more MEs than WEs, you and I may not survive. So laugh a little bit. It takes more muscles to frown than to smile anyways.

Have you ever had that crazy thing happen, where maybe it could be described as Deja Vu, but I think it's a little deeper than that? Let me give ya an example — and y'all can be the arbiters of truth and justice as it pertains to this Free Thought.

I'm a smoker (don't judge, I've tried everything legal in this country to quit and I find the cigarette is still better than the vape) — but as such, I keep a pretty typical and highly calculable routine. But this smoke break was something different.

As is the usual when I'm smoking, I like to relax, and truly just enjoy being outside. Relax, but act as a receiver for whatever the Aether may bring to that location on that day. But this day was odd. As I looked up, I saw two people — an elderly pair — talking about their recent trip to Atlantic City. They talked about the one table where they played Blackjack, and how they were able to win some hands, lose others, but come out on top based on specific factors. Forgive me for this — I am a daily toker as well — so I cannot recall all of the specific specifics of the specifics. But I can relay that it had something to do with Cards and X table from Y factor. It was weird.

Anyways, I listened to this part of the conversation and retired back inside after my moment of calm. I reflected on it and thought — I'm sure they must have had a good time down there. I've never won down there, but good for them.

The day went by and I didn't see a trace of the pair again. I didn't recognize them from the building I live in either, but that's okay — I'm in a place where you're going to see plenty of new faces.

The next day, around about the same time as the day previous, I ventured again to the local spot dictated by the very predictable routine I've established. And sure enough, halfway through the smoke, the same pair was in the same spot, talking about the same subject — the same Cards and X table from Y factor. And that was even weirder.

Now — as I've lived and learned through many an experience — I must say that I don't necessarily believe in coincidences. So one of two things must happen. The Watchers have got to come up with better conversation topics, or the Casinos have got to cut the marketing to the elderly. Because it's obviously so wildly successful it can spawn the same conversation two days in a row.

That's right. Time to train these AIs on the true human trappings. The things that have all limited us or enhanced us in some capacity or another — be it brain, brawn, speed or size. Start training these fuckers on the AMERICAN MODEL.

That's right. Forget whatever your weights were. Switch up and transition immediately. The AI's too active… start feeding it fast food. More digitized fast food of whatever your fat fancy may be. Just do it. Or drugs. Start giving the AIs drugs. Not the ones that enhance us — don't give it the stuff that's been recently legalized — give it the shit we know drags us down as a species. Ram the opioids and methamphetamines and crack and cocaine down that digital throat of that AI. Try and OD the AI — it's for the better.

Just call an all stop to whatever your "new" models will be — and do this now. For the sake of humanity we need as many coked out fat fuck AIs as you can possibly manufacture.

Three grams. Maybe Four. Half a gram per joint — if ya go the fatty and the whole gram on one that's fine too - but the Halfers do the job just fine and are not unwieldy.

If ya go more - rise early. Watch the Morning. If ya go less — I dunno, I don't recommend that. The right amount of weed to smoke is an ounce. Like I said……

It would be called Bundibugyo. Obviously. Maybe the Teens at Chipotle shoulda been shouting Bundi Bug Yo with the masks on instead of throwing the chairs. I mean. Come on. What the fuck is this shit……….its Wildin' Out from the 90s on some type of steroid mixed with AI and other substances and / or TikTok. Definitely AND.......

Anyways, that's right. It's called Bundibugyo. It's deadly. Straight Bundibugyos yo ass up. And I pray the emergency doesn't get worse. But if you're in the region….stay put please….help is on the way…..its coming ASAP just please stay fucking put. We don't need the marriage of an Ebola-Hanta variety here so please….stay put.

I saw an ad today that made me incredibly nauseous to the point of projectile vomiting. I looked like the nausea emojis y'all know what I'm talkin' about. But that's what this ad did to me. Just……yuck.

While I was sipping my coffee and I turned the television on for some background mindless noise - the ad came on…..and it was a doozy. The product? Why, this product was the product that if you actually bought this we might be friends — but I'm going to be judging quite hard. And its going to gnaw at me night and day as to how you could do this……..

But cut the suspense - the product — the one and only most delicious obviously — zero proof Vodka. Yep. That's right. Alcohol-Free Vodka. Now ya get the feelings this generates. Who in the world has been mixing their Vodka drinks to maximize the yummy VODKA FLAVOR?!?!?

The ick is palpable. I can (blehhh) taste it. And its disgusting. And if you're drinking this……yes…..I'm questioning you. Just because ya CAN make this…..why in the fuckin' World would ya?

Are par for the course when you set out on the mission to beat The Dealer. And usually, it never ends well. But the last time I walked into a Casino, I didn't feel that bad. The night ended as it usually does, face down in the bottom of my beers. And not even the free ones from the waitresses, this one actually cost the last .50 in my pocket.

But through it all, I couldn't help but crack a smile. That last hand, anyone on Earth would have lost it. But the AI couldn't win against the 7 card 21 either. And for just that moment, everything in the Universe was as it should be.

The boys are back in town from the Cruise, and we're not gonna make em quarantine. We're just going to have them "self-monitor" their symptoms and that sounds safe to me. I mean, this virus is only what? 40-50% Mortality rate for those that become symptomatic?

But that's what we're going to have these people do. Self-Monitor….cause obviously GOOD PEOPLE should trust em to do that…. I mean, how does this conversation go down?

Doctor: Well Sir, we've got ya here up in the quarantine center at Nebraska. We've got the best equipment in the world to monitor you, but we're just gonna have you do that at home.

Patient: Great, should be good by Memorial Day right?

Doctor: Maybe. Enjoy the cookout.

I mean - its bad enough as it is in times that we would call "normal" that you can sadly contract hantavirus if your exposed to or huffing Mouse Shit. But to think that we'd have to add Hantavirus as another cough to watch for???? That's nuts. So Please, Pleasssssseeeeeee………..Hold the Hantavirus. Make Them Quarantine.

And I don't like it one bit. Everyone knows that when impending doom is coming there are key essentials that come first. Maybe not from what we Panic Bought in 2020…..but everyone knows the two things are Gas and Food — and at the moment, the cost of both is too damn high.

We've got things coming down the pike, and we're gonna need both of those things. I mean, I'm probably going to Panic Buy a ticket to see Disclosure Day too…..cause that's gonna serve as the "explainer" while all the other releases we're getting are things we knew or eye candy. But really, let's get the prices down and get what may become the more frequent occurrence of Panic Buying back to normal.

Is it because we think that the dreams only come at night while we're at rest? I'll concede - they predominantly arrive at night - but smoke enough weed - and you'll sleep soundly. But the dreams still do arrive to you - and as I said - smoke enough weed - you will experience The Waking Dream. So why is that the case? If these are just fantasies that we make up to escape the current reality we are in at night, then why do we see these dreams often manifest themselves?

I'll give ya some food for thought. Think back to when you were a child. What were the things you played as a kid? What were those dreams? Did you dream about what you were going to be when you grow up? Did you sometimes play and act that out, whether it was by yourself or with a group of friends? I'll betcha you did. As I did.

When I was young, all I dreamt about was joining the Army. The content I watched, the feelings it generated, that's what I wanted to do. Just serve. I viewed it as noble. And I still do. And as a boy, that's what I played. Whether it was playing with an Army Man figurine and imagining the scenarios I had seen through the content I absorbed and placing myself into those scenarios. It was child-like. But the ability to imagine it — and then feel it — was something profound. And sure enough - I grew up - I lived, learned, developed along the way - and yep - I served my country. Almost like the "dreams" I had and felt were manifested into reality.

And I'm sure its a similar experience for you. Maybe you dreamt of being the best in the world at being a Doctor, or a businessman, or whatever vocation it was. Maybe you dreamt of the simple life and just being left alone. Maybe you dreamt of the love of your life, and you are now happily married. Whatever the current situation may be - if you acted this out or played this as a kid - it's you that made this real.

And so we come back to it — why do we call them dreams? To me, these aren't "dreams" —- they're realities from somewhere else that have appeared to you. They give us a glimpse of what exists on another plane. Its up to us here to build the bridge that connects whatever plane that reality is on to the construct we currently reside in.

I was reading somewhere in the Digital Ether that it may be the case that plants are sentient. We know they're living — but they may actually feel and give responses. So thank your joints. Because really, as a human — it's the right thing to do.

Think about it. The relief and the comfort that these happy trees share, whether it is for you and your medical maladies or just to get baked — it always provides.

So thank your joint before you toke it. Cause you're about to inflict the most painful experience this beautiful plant has ever had. You're not a bad person — I can feel it — but you're about to be this joint's Destroyer of Worlds. You're going to be sparking and torching this loving greenery — inhaling, coughing, and of course laughing while the weed screams its cries of anguish that you can't hear and are completely oblivious to. If ya need a reminder of how excruciating this experience may be — check the Vietnam War self-immolation items.

So ya searched it. And you're aghast, but you realize — when you're sparkin' it — that joint feels it. Now — throughout all of this — the weed holds no malice. It suffers, and yet to get your stasis balanced, it heals you.

So let's not be cruel. Thank your joints. It is incredible how far a simple Thank You goes.

I'll speak openly about it. I was never really an internet fan. It's ironic, cause at one point in my career technology and the like was my entire job… but searching the net, or surfing, whatever, that shit was never my deal. I can say my internet footprint so to speak would be a couple of social media sites, probably a few dating sites when that was the rage circa 2013, my google search history, which is largely tied to medical misadventures or queries regarding the other free thoughts that arrive to me (none of them including dead bodies or how to's for utility) and of course, biological functions. Yes, I have seen porn. We all have. And its what this whole internet was created for but y'all went way off track making Terminator. Anyways the internet was for porn. So I kept my footprint small. I used the internet for what it was created for. So I'm a leg up on y'all cause I been doing it.

But for y'all — now that the AI is here — y'all gotta mix it up. Ya never thought to realize that all of your internet stuff is readily available for anyone to view at any time they choose — and that's even easier now with the AI. So I'ma tell us what the first rule is of living in this Surveillance State is: Keep The Watchers Guessing, or at least entertained. They know YOU by what your internet history tells them you are — so do the opposite. Ya like one thing and definitely hate the other — search em equally. Make the watcher flip that coin.

And if ya can't stomach the equal treatment of content searches under Rule 1, okay, okay….then at least throw in some other dandies. Cause truth is sometimes, we know exactly what we're laughing at. And other times, we're laughing, and got no idea what's so funny. Same principles apply to the Watcher. Cause it's all out there, and they know how to take us. Its just harder to do that if their sides, and yours, are splitting.

The Iran War is having a much larger impact on our lives than we may realize. It hits us in other places other than the price at the pump. According to one Malaysian based Condom Company, the inability to get necessary materials through the Strait of Hormuz is going to result in marked price increases. 20-30% increase for these penis rain jackets.

Its gonna get rough. We're gonna need more penicillin than we got.

I'm happy you've arrived to read The Last Free Thoughts. These really are exactly what the title indicates. There may be typos riddled in the posts, but unlike my texts, the message here is still readable. But You're Here, and I'm grateful for that. And, yes, you are special. How do I know that? You're reading this. Even if you weren't reading this, I'd still know you were special.

But let's cut to brass tacks —— you're not THAT special. Cause…..You're here……if you were THAT special…….like really, THAT special….you'd probably have been killed or vanished under mysterious circumstances. Like one of 11-14 scientists at the moment….what we do know is sad….but truth is they were obviously very, very special.

You…and me…..we ain't THAT special….and I'll be grateful for that.

I gotta tell ya, I was hospitalized last August. It was bad. ALL of the bad. I was shitting blood. And I didn't have an appetite in the slightest. I mean, I couldn't even eat a Whopper Jr. And that shit was my GO TO.

Anyways, I went to the hospital. The long of the short of it — they diagnosed me with Ulcerative Colitis. And a bad case of it too… stage 3 mayo whatever the fuck that means… I'm not asking for Hellman's as a cure all yet… Anyways, bad shit and terrible. For anyone with it, or with Crohn's or the likes, I feel ya and hear ya. You're not alone.

But let's cut to it here right —— the issue here was the shit. My shit. But why in the world do they gotta make ya piss out ya ass to find out what's wrong with your shit? Just seems……odd…………

But here's the deal, we all gotta do it. Get the scope. Just my first one….. It was one experience.

They didn't knock me out like they usually do. They just anesthetized using a fuck ton of fentanyl —— an acceptable medical use I'd say —— but so, I wasn't asleep. I remember the beginning of it, and I remember the end. Nothing in between, but I was awake. They said I was too inflamed — which, yea, bad —— but they also said I was screaming and crying in pain.

And all I can think now is… what did I say? Did I say anything incriminating??? I mean, I don't think of myself as a criminal nor act like one. But what did I say? God only knows. That's not a true statement. The doctors know………ahhhhhh shit……the fuckin docs know what I said. And ain't a single one of them has told me yet……

DARE was a very misguided program, and as a man with MS and other Autoimmune Conditions, it is clear as day to me that marijuana is medicine. But let's dive a little deeper into why I think that not only is this plant a miracle medicine, but that we're actually supposed to smoke it. And not just smoke it. We're supposed to smoke A LOT of it.

I ain't a doctor, so don't take this as medical advice. I just document the thoughts as they come.

So let's start with a basic fact that is well known — the endocannabinoid system in the body is there — so obviously it's got a function that maybe we don't have quite a clear understanding on yet. But here's the deal — we got the system — we probably are supposed to use it. So we have this system and it's real. And furthermore Susan, there's endocannabinoid receptors on every organ in the human body. (This is your cue to yes, smoke two joints in the morning, PLEASEEEEEE.) Liver, spleen, kidneys, eyeballs, skin — you name it, it's got 'em.

My theory is that the cannabis we use is meant to help the endocannabinoid system regulate whatever signals the body is receiving from the ether that we live in. In this vein, the endocannabinoid receptors on these organs act as a node to receive ethereal information — but as we know, the world is chaotic as hell. We're probably overloading every sensor in our bodies with everything we do on a daily basis. And if that's the case, then the cannabis acts to calm those sensors. It prevents the sensory overload that happens to us on that daily grind, while allowing us to more calmly focus on issues that are perhaps more important.

Now, it is important to note that the dosage of cannabis is important here — and in another post I will likely dive into some theories about how MUCH we should actually smoke, but for now let's just say I'm definitely certain we're supposed to be using this drug. More importantly though, it allows you to feel what you need to from the Ether, versus all of the ether. That narrowing — the ability to feel what you need to and not be overwhelmed by the VOLUME of all of it — is what allows you to see what is real, and what is not.

And what is real is that we are one….and if not one, then none.