SCENE FIVE:

As with any new relationship interactivity has to be worked through.  Rusty, like his master, is a special individual who wants stuff!  I have come to the realization, I am manipulated by three things.  The three things are money, women and emotions.  I have a hard time admitting to the third input, but, oh well I am too old to lie to myself!  Needless to say, most of the prominent events in my past have been rooted in the third criteria, not the first two.

A change was in the making of our sleeping arrangements.  As you well know, I am not an easily convinced proponent of change.  I despised Obama’s “Hope and Change” as I despise everyone’s.  You create your own change by acting positively and working hard on your hopeful aspirations.  Anyway, I digress!

I have always slept on the right side of the bed.  Regardless of direction, my body was programmed for that side.  Ex Wife, girl friend, whatever, once the nighttime fun was over, the right side of the mattress was my haven.  This sleeping priority had been the same for nearly fifty years.

Now enters a manipulative mutt who decides to out smart the old codger.  Bedtime is flexible, as I tend to intertwine the Alex Jones Show at ( prisonplanetv.com ) and the FOX business channel evening programming with a major assault on a 1.75 liter bottle of Jack Daniels.  Do not get me wrong, I love to sleep.  It is just a low priority event.  However, all that said, Bedtime rolled around and the Rusty blanketed corner was replaced.

One evening, at bed time two paws appeared at the top of the mattress.  I looked into the semi-dark bedroom into two eyes of wonderment.  “I am tired,”

I told the two eyes and looked at the owner of the eyes.  I told Rusty, to come up if he wanted to.  At this point, he jumped and fell backwards onto the floor.  If you know me, you know what happened next.  I will tell you anyway.  I picked Rusty up and placed him at the foot of the bed.  He immediately moved to the head of the bed and placed his little fury body in my nice warm spot at the right side of the bed.  Under the influence of Jack and emotion, I allowed him to expire, while moving to the middle of the bed

As the days went by, I did not move to the left side of the bed, but shared the right and middle side (if there is a middle side?) of the bed with my new found child.

No political or information direction tonight, in upcoming events just vote your heart and ignore not your conscience.  Our conscience is being played for the fool by far superior masters than my Rusty.

Stay tuned for a vacation decision and a frolic on the wild side.

The information war will continue.

Signing out,

West Coast American Imperial Resistance