THE ROMANCE THAT SHOUNDNT...

THE ROMANCE WHICH SHOULDN’T… It is a crazy thing, but the romance, that I shared, with a woman, was one neither of us expected. Like a precious friend of mine, from years past, her name was, also, Dawn. The difference was that, un-like my past friend, who was deaf, this woman could hear as well as anyone else. The reason why we got together was because of a rally. I remember it, well, since the rally was in regards to the new Berlin Wall. That “white elephant”, which Donald J. Trump had insisted upon building, along the Texas/Mexico border. A wall which opponents wanted to tear down, just as the Germans had torn down the first Berlin Wall. While those, in favor of demolition, argued that the PRICE, of the new wall, at close to $50 million, per mile, was a cost, which the United States could afford, no more than the Communists could afford the first wall, it would seem that Dawn and I were “on the same page”. With demolition cost estimates running near $80 million per mile, Dawn listened as I suggested an alternative. An ART contest. A contest in which America’s best up-and-coming artists would be challenged to submit designs for murals, which would turn that “eye-sore” into a thing of beauty. While Dawn listened to me speak, about the advantages, of the concept, she, also listened as I spoke to another group. This time, on HOW to power the electric grid, of America, once the nation converted to electric vehicles. Dawn had listened because, while she, also, advocated, for electric vehicles, where she stumbled was when people asked her “Just HOW are we supposed to POWER so much electric vehicles?” This is why Dawn listened as a similar group approached me, and I laid out plans, which left the audience speechless. When one person asked “CAN we, really do it?” I promised them “The tech has existed since the 1970’s. All it needs is a bit of UP-dating.” After my talk, Dawn followed me to the bar, where she was surprised that I ordered “Diet soda”, for a drink. When she suggested “Let me guess. You are in A-A, and trying to stay sober.” I would tell her, softly “Wrong, my beautiful inquisitor. MY stomach does not like sugar, and I am a Diabetic.” When Dawn would say “Really?” then add “I know of several Diabetics, myself, and they drink, regularly.” When I would smile as I asked “OH, really?” Dawn would say “Just put a beer in front of them, and they toss Diabetes “out the window”.” I would suggest “So, they LIKE the needle.” Dawn would say “They put up with it, for the booze, and snacks.” This is when I would ask “Besides the obvious, how may I be of service?” Dawn would ask “Beyond the obvious?” I told her “As beautiful as you are, you dont want to know what I am holding back.” Dawn would say “You sound like my ex. Him and his “I have BIG dreams…” Then ask “What about you? Any BIG dreams?” I would inform her “MY BIG dreams, at present, are helping the United States.” When she said “I heard. Do you think we can?” I told her “100%” When she asked “How many times have you complimented women in this way?” I told her “Three, maybe four.” When she asked, I told her “You remind me, so much, of a friend I, once, knew, it is like the 1980’s have returned.” Dawn would say “You know, I was thinking the same thing. Just not about the 1980’s. You remind me so much of a man I know.” When I asked “A good man?” Dawn would say “A dreamer. He is, constantly looking for the next big deal.” When I went to ask, Dawn would say “Nothing like that. I had to call it off when, at a time when he was out of money, he came to me, asking for as much as I could spare. Said he knew of a deal with 100,000-to-1 odds. He asked me for $20.00 for the wager.” When I suggested “I HOPE you said “NO””, Dawn smiled as she said “I told him that, if he wants money, to go elsewhere. At that time, I had only $20.00 to keep me in food, for two weeks.” When she asked “Tell me you dont wager.” I would say “Only when I control the outcome.” When Dawn would ask “For instance?” I told her “MY current wager is whether or not I can save the United States money, on NOT tearing down that wall.” Dawn would say “I heard most of it. Do you think painting it will make it any less ugly?” I told her “IT is my goal to create a “Never forget” display.” After a bit more conversation, Dawn and I moved to the refreshments area, where Dawn was surprised that, like her, I avoided the sugary snacks, and went for the FOOD section. After a delicious bite to eat, and with the inside conversation having turned to budget cuts, and finances, I escorted Dawn out onto a terrace. Here I told her “watch out.” When she asked “Why?”, I pointed at the moon, then said “That, plus your beauty.” When she said “Talk is cheap.” This is when I took her into my arms, for the first time, and kissed her. The next thing we knew, music was playing, and Dawn looked at me. This is when, as the music wafted out of the terrace doors, I took Dawn into my embrace, and we danced, away from the inside crowd. The time, when Dawn and I agreed that it was time to leave, was when the inside discussion turned to matters such as women, deserving equal pay to men, and the question of Why the United States needed a minimum wage. On the way to her place, Dawn would mention that a convenience store was her mans favorite place to shop. She smiled, and snuggled up, to me, as I suggested that “I could buy three sacks, full of goods, for the price of one sack, at that place.” At her place, when we sat, together, and she asked me my plans, I told her “At present, my plans are to work with the president, to help the nation fix itself.” When she asked “Your long term plans?” I told her “Lets see how the short term comes out.” Dawn KNEW she was “in trouble” from the first time I gave her a french kiss. Later, in her bed, she KNEW that she was “in, over her head”, as I nursed. While, after this “date”, Dawn had me promise that we would just WORK together, destiny had other plans. Dawn found that, the more I shared her bed, the more she wanted us to “be together”. Not just in bed, either. We, both, had the same goals. To save the planet by crushing Racism, and emphasizing reversing Climate Change. Any time the subject was the new Berlin Wall, either of us was the first to give the revised estimate on how much demolition would cost. We worked, aggressively, at the idea of the art project. Our emphasis was on the fact that changing that eye-sore, into an art project, would save taxpayers billions of dollars. ON womens healthcare rights, we could not be in more agreement. We, BOTH, felt that women should have the right to decide their own lives. To my amazement, Dawn even agreed with me (with very little effort), that taxpayers should NOT fund Abortion. I was just so surprised when Dawn smiled at the idea of charging each abortion to a womans credit rating, just the same as homes, cars, electronics, etc were billed. About the only woman, that we knew, who stood in total opposition, to this, was a woman who had used abortion 15 times, to date. When Dawn asked the woman “Have you heard of birth control?” The woman had, bizarrely, said “This nation owes me!” When Dawn asked “Why?” The woman would only say “Because I SAID so.” While Dawn and I avoided such “hot button” topics, whenever possible, what we DID work on was such idea’s as converting coal-fired power plants into solar farms. This, and the idea, that some people laughed at. The idea that, instead of trying to repair aging dams, that new ones be built, in front of them. What people laughed at was my idea for installing hydro-electric units within the dam, to generate power. When some fools asked “That has never been done, before, HAS it?” Dawn would mention “Have you ever heard of Hoover Dam?” When some people stated that there was no way that land-based dams could provide enough power, it was Dawn, and I, together, who briefed people on my idea for building mega-massive hydro-electric plants, just beyond the Continental Slope, of the United States. When people mentioned that gas stations just did not seem to have the ROOM, for electric car charging ports, this is when Dawn and I would mention the fact that charging ports could be placed anywhere. Grocery stores, department stores, etc. When someone asked “And just how much money would we have to carry, to “feed” the meters?” Dawn would be first to ask “Do you have a debit, or credit, card?” When the person would say “Of course, who doesn’t?” Dawn would say “Then you know how to pay.” Dawn may have claimed that her desire, in life, was to be a good wife, and mother, but she was so GOOD at handling people. While I KNOW that I was told, by several people, that Dawn did, in fact, have a man, and even Dawn told me about him, I just dont remember seeing him. In fact, all that I knew about him was what Dawn, and others, said, about him. His name was Doug, and he spent all of his time dreaming about the “one big hit”. He just had to hit the biggest jackpot, ever, and he would be able to pursue his plans. What made me wonder, about him was that, for quite some time, after Dawn and I met, I would swear that I was her only man. Her bed was our “palace”. If one “bad” thing did come out of our being together, it was her mother. A woman, who was about as “fond” of Doug, as flesh is “fond”, of battery acid. While Dawn did not even consider the news, about me, she, soon, found that her mother was collecting news items, about me/us. Sure, Dawn knew that reporters were interviewing me, about whether I thought my plans could work, but it was her parents, who scoured the media, for articles. Her father would find some, while reading the newspaper, in his “favorite place”. These, he marked, for her mother, who cut the article out. Dawn only came to realize how often I was in the headlines, when her mother bought a photo album, and mother and daughter began “pasting” the articles to the pages. When her mother would mention “Too bad about Doug.” Dawn KNEW what her mother meant. Doug’s “Greatest achievement”, so far, had been winning beer-chugging contests. That, and the fact that he never stopped talking about “Winning the big one”. This, while he sat, in a small apartment, day in and out, forever dreaming of a better life. It was only after the most recent article was placed in the book, that a fact dawned on Dawn. It was the fact that, for eight months, or longer, I was the only man she was having. She knew the reason as well. The last two times, when he had called upon her, he never let her explain that she had “previous commitments”. As soon as she said “Sorry, no can do.” He had hung up. He never gave her the chance to say “IF you had called two weeks earlier”, OR “Can we try for later?” This is why I shared her bed, on a regular basis. The Democratic Party did its best to give us time off, whenever possible. Simple fact was, there was just so much to do. What gave Dawns family, and friends, such a loud laugh, was when a reporter suggested that Dawn WAS my Mrs. Dawn only found out when her parents asked “Why didn’t you invite US to the wedding?” When Dawn asked “What wedding?” her mother showed her the article. (Her mother saw Dawn smile at the typo) Funny thing was, it took the reporter less then four hours to commit the typo, yet it took eight weeks for us to straighten it out. Eight weeks, during which Dawn took part in televised debates, over the topic of womens healthcare rights. Eight weeks during which I spent more time than I wanted, explaining to neigborhood associations that “privatizing” local parks would give home owners more control over how parks looked. Of course, I was criticized, over my position on “privatized” retirement accounts, but I told the people it was up to them. They could privatize the parks, and own, and upkeep, themselves, or not. While her family read articles, about me, and the parks, they WATCHED, on television, as Dawn stated FACTS about each adult having the right to make own decisions. While ANTI-choice tried everything, possible, to make Dawn look like the Devils Mistress, Dawn noticed that more people WANTED to know her. People, who agreed that each adult has the right to their own life. The time, when Dawn realized how “out of hand” the situation was becoming, was when people stopped calling, asking when I was available, and began asking when SHE was available. When Dawn showed me a poster, asking for my opinion, and saying “I am not sure that I like it.” I suggested “Why not remove the words “In favor of Abortion”, and replace it with “IN favor of Womens Healthcare Rights”? When Dawn and I met with the poster maker, they agreed that the words could be changed. While both Dawn, and myself, would have wagered a months worth of benefits, that our “wave” would fizzle at the end of Mr. Bidens second term in office, it seems that, had we made that wager, we would have lost. This because, by the time Decision 2024 had come up, some kind of accident had removed Mrs. Harris from active participation, in government. Like myself, she had an injury which would require YEARS of therapy. This is why AOC had agreed to step up, to the post. After all, the Green New Deal had been her idea. It would be shortly after Biden/Cortez had won another term, that AOC asked Dawn and I to stay on. Just until the party was un-seated from power. A difficult proposition, at best, since, because of the “mud-slinging” following Decision 2020, and a Republican promise to obstruct Mr. Biden, at every turn, had caused the public to turn on the Republicans. In 2022, a tidal wave, of blue took over congress, and gave Mr. Biden a 75% Democratic congress. While too many people thought that a Democratic White House, and Congress would lead to an easier way of life, Mr. Biden would, in fact, keep several pieces, of Republican legislation in place. Legislation which held EVERYONE to account. While it was nowhere near the projected goal, by the time Mr. Biden “turned over the keys”, to incoming President Cortez, about 1/3 of the American public had either traded gas-powered cars, for electric, or had swapped engines. Maybe a slightly larger number, of mass transit vehicles had been modified as well. The United States may have added about $15 trillion more, in debt, but the return on investment was that roads were being re-surfaced, and bridges were either being repaired, or replaced. Millions of miles, worth of side-walks, were being re-laid, as well. Twelve nuclear plants had been shuttered, as no less than fifteen coal plants were turned into solar farms. Even my suggestion for making dams into “tourist attractions”, paid off. The construction, of the first four, off-coast hydro-electric generation stations, was well under development. By the time Dawn had a change to “catch up” with Doug, he had another woman, as well as both a child, and another on the way. When Doug asked Dawn, sarcastically, “WHAT do you have?” Dawn said nothing. Instead, she went to her parents house, pulled out the album, and reviewed the coverage, which had made her “famous”. When her mother came in, Dawn repeated what Doug had said to her. This is when her mother asked “How many people can do what you, and your man, have done?” Dawn did know of a few people, who had gone into management, with employers, but few, if any, had as much publicity, about them. Maybe half the class had gone into regular jobs, while the other half went on benefits. Even “Dreamer” Doug had no REAL accomplishments, to his list. Nothing more than a dream of “hitting the big one.” As for what eventually happened to his wife, and children, no one could prove anything. This since, at the time of the incident, he was in another city, talking with “investors” about his desire to re-build a car, and become a race driver. It was while he was talking about investing in his car that “unknown persons” broke into the family’s unit, and, silently, slit all three throats. While some people suspected that Doug had “contracted” the killings, the problem was that he had dozens of witnesses to prove he was away from town. The only “evidence”, linking him to the crime, was the fight he had, with his wife. A shouting match over whether a dirty diaper was more important than sex. While Dawn was his “ex”, she could not testify since, from the time of the shouting, until the time of the murder, she was out, on tour, talking of womens healthcare. Still, neither Dawn, nor her family, would have put it past Doug, to have ordered the act. What really hurt Dawn, however, was when Menopause “snuck up” on her. Her dream of raising three, to five, children, was “snatched away”, when “nature” took away her ability. From here on out, all she could do was dream of a family, and work to protect the rights of others. This as I gained un-expected “fame” in regards to the Berlin Wall art project. I mean, all I did was that, when artists needed starting points, for work, I made suggestions. Sure, my suggestions lead to finished works, but it was the artists, not myself, who did the actual work. That, and the fact that I contributed to increasing the size, of the union, by five states. This, by suggesting that southerners petition for state-hood. I made several suggestions, which turned into completed acts. Just as Dawn did. If there was a “down-size” to this, it was the fact that too many, of Dawns friends, went to early graves, as a result of drug, alcohol, “diet”, and lack of exercise. While Dawns friends asked how Dawn remained so youthful, while they were looking older, by the day, Dawn followed her mothers advice, and said nothing. Not even during peoples final days, when they asked how Dawn did it. Since these people had nothing but LINK, and benefits, having done nothing with their lives, there would be no visitations, and only Dawn and I at grave-side. All that ministers could do was give a review of school life, and a hope that the hereafter would be better for the people. When Dawn asked her mother “Do you think that I will be treated the same?” Her mother would laugh, saying “Kid, with ALL you, and your man, have done, I doubt that you will not be remembered.” While her parents died, YEARS before either of us, Dawn found out how correct her mother was. When my time came, the town nearly had to close down, for all of the visitors. While state government would have preferred a basic, low-budget, body dump, what the city ended up with was a celebration of such magnitude that it was like I was Professor Einstein. Dawn would be greeted by ambassadors, artists, and many others. The flowers would require a small fleet of trucks, to deliver. Even my headstone would be donated. Dawn just could not get over the fact that the word “Visionary” was carved below my name. The only thing that the now-white haired Dawn was happy about was the fact that, NOW, she could “pass the torch” to someone else, to carry on the work. While her final days would not be spent, with her OWN children, Dawn would move in, with her siblings, and their children. She would watch as the dreams, of the 1970’s, became todays reality. Fully functional. The dreamers, of the 1960’s, and 1970’s, had come of age. We had achieved our goals. What more could anyone ask?

CLIMATE CHANGE RE-VISITED

CLIMATE CHANGE RE-VISTED The time would be remembered oh, so well. The media had reported on the known fact that not only were Republican obstructing President Bidens plans, in every way, possible, however, as the media would discover, it was not just VOTES, which the Republicans were preventing, it was how much money they had been spending, in the lead up to Decision 2022. Now, while it IS FACT that Mr. Biden proposed spending, of about $1.9 trillion, for both economic stimulus, and to re-build so much of the nations crumbling interior, What got the Republicans so furious about was the fact that the media, which had, already told the public that, starting with Mr. Bidens election, that “war-chests” had begun filling with donations, totalling tens of billions of dollars. This is why, using a combination of Freedom of information requests, and some skillful hackers, the media had decided to find out just how MUCH money the Republicans actually had. This, because the party was reported as having “only” $500 million. Between legal, and illegal, access, the media learned that the Republicans actually had some $2.75, to $3 trillion dollars, heading into Decision 2022. This is why the party could make such BIG “noises”, about government waste, between November, 2020, and 2022. While several Republican “strong-holds” had their members pledge to vote Republican, no matter WHO the candidate was, There was just one problem, which the party could never have prepared for. To date, the Republicans had spent millions of dollars, on countless campaigns, all to say that climate change was just a Democratic HOAX. Many people did HOPE that the Republicans were correct, even when, in early 2022, the National Weather Service issued a warning, saying that the fall, weather, season would be the worst to date. I will say that I did agree, with the Republicans, that NO one cast, accurately, predict future weather. Not with the degree that the computers were predicting. The Republicans would say “Trust us. The weather will be no worse than it has been, in the past.” When my own Democratic Party was asked, all they would say was “Be prepared, just in case.” Whether or not the weather had been manipulated, became a mere, secondary, point. What was FACT was that the Republicans had raised over $2 trillion towards taking back congress, and shutting Mr. Biden down, completely. Going into the fall, the Republicans had been shown with a decisive “edge”, over Biden. The flood of donations, only slowed when the skies began to cloud over, and rain, snow, and ice, began to fall. While Republicans called the weather “Just the normal changing of seasons”, fewer people were convinced, by the day. One reporter even stated the irony that Republicans had campaigned, in a variety of areas, promising NO hazzardous conditions, when, Just after they left, the skies had opened, dumping record amounts of rain, snow, and ice on the population. Still, the Republicans said “Just give it TIME, and it will sort itself out.” This, while Democrats were ordering large supplies of food, clothing, and shelters. Even when no less than Two, Republican cities called in S.O.S., saying “Must abandon. Pumps cant keep up.” The Republicans just said “NO problem.” BY the time the election was only two weeks away, distress calls had come in, from as many as 75 cities. Lists of needed supplies, were being faxed to Washington D.C. as quickly as possible. Still, the party held firm. They were not about to tax the rich, just to provide for the impoverished. The party’s response was a near-mirror image of George Walker Bushes “famous” speech, to New Orleans, after Hurricane Katrina. The party told the homeless “IF you want, you may re-build. No one will stop you from doing this, yourself.” Between ice, snow, rain, and record breaking heat, many Republican strong-holds began turning to Mr. Biden, asking for immediate help. The Republicans worst mistake was in, openly, telling the media “The United States government can NOT AFFORD to “come to the rescue” every time there is a problem. If people want help, that is what bank loans, and mortgages, are for.” Still, even when a total of 47 cities declared emergencies, the party said “Let them deal with it, themselves.” This would be the time when the party saw donations, and membership, drop. While it would be estimated that the Republicans would spend $2.57 trillion, on advertising, the vote spoke much louder. With climate change having wiped out atleast 15, coastal towns, the displaced had changed parties, and had joined us Dems. This is why, no matter how much the Republicans spent, on Decision 2022, they would keep ONLY 10% of congress. Still, as President Biden had told the people, over and over “The answer wont be as simple as a wave of a hand. It will require work.” Still, the Republicans, who remained, just kept asking “How much will it COST?” They abstained, or voted, “Present”, to every measure. While Mr. Biden HAD listened to Mother Nature, the most recent wave, of destruction, had added trillions more to the cost of his plans. The $1.7 trillion plan had to be re-evaluated, for the recent destruction. The United States would have to ADD another $12 trillion, just to get things back to normal. While NO one was “happy”, about this, the simple fact was that this money would HAVE to be spent, as storms had “taken out” vital bridges, and using amphibious vehicles would cost even more, and move LESS materials, than repairing bridges. While the Republicans would call this “reckless mis-use, of funds”, it would seem that, as supplies rolled in, the media showed that people stood in line, for assignments. Soldiers might have helped distribute supplies, but it was citizens who would do much of the actual work. While it was calculated that the actual repairs would take until 2030 to be completed, in 2024, with the media showing progress, on the repairs, it would seem that Mr. Biden would “sail” to an easy victory. We could, ALL, understand why the people, of New Orleans, were annoyed by the efforts. This since Mr. Bush, JUNIOR had told people “If you want to re-build, pay for it, YOURSELVES!” IF anything slowed DOWN the time-table, it was the fact that the new construction would meet “Green” standards. Houses had to not only be re-built, but with insulation in floors, walls, and ceilings, as well as insulated glass, for windows. While only about 2/3 of the work was completed, by the time Mr. Biden left office, he would be credited with the fact that the “Green” build had taken a substantial load off of the power grid. While the Republicans continued to try calling the disasters “isolated incidents”, the public no more believed than they had in 2022, 2024, or 2026. This is why, in 2028, when AOC ran for top office, again, she focused on the continuing need to work on repairing the climate. Yes, pollution was down, with people driving electric vehicles, and grocery, and department, stores installing charging ports Still, there remained just so much to do. While it would take decades, to “make peace” with nature, atleast, as “repairs” proceeded, the violence, of storms, abated. I think that the reason why I was “singled out” for recognition, was the fact that it was MY plan, for hydro-electric power, which lead to the boldest new energy source. The reason was simple. The plans, which came before my own, all called for hydro-electric to be built on the Continental Shelf. A place where, in most cases, water only came, with power, at high tide. MY plan called for the hydro-electic plants to be built beyond the Continental SLOPE, and in deep water. While my proposal had been for two plants off each coast, Congress decided that four plants, per coast, would be better. I was just thankful that, instead of “dumping” gas/diesel buses, and so on, that my suggestion, for converting buses, and so on, to electric, proved much more successful. With far less pollution, giving depth to the atmosphere, the “band”, around the Earth, began to dissolve. While I would not live, to see the end result, it would seem that, by the time my time was at an end, that pollution was down by 75%, and the planet was recovering. Nuclear had been de-commissioned, years before, and Solar, Wind, and hydro-electric were the planets primary power. While I would receive no more than an entry, in the dictionary, as being a “visionary”, when Mr. Bidens statue was un-veilled, in the Hall of Presidents, his statue would proclaim him the “Green” president. While it would be official that HE would be buried, with “full honors”, my own state government made it known that they felt that I did not deserve such honors. Not for my part, in correcting Climate Change, nor for my actions, which lead to the new “Berlin Wall”, along America’s south border, being turned into an art project. I was also opposed over the decision to have our southern brothers and sisters petition for state-hood. The one thing the Republicans would be conflicted upon would be my suggestion that, due to terrible upkeep, my municipal government, that neighborhoods should come together, BUY, and “privatize”, local parks. This way, home-owners could do with the parks as they wanted. Like the Berlin Wall art project, I offered suggestions, for how the project might be carried out. Result, neighborhood associations began buying up property, and installing what their OWN families thought was needed. I can understand why the media labelled me as “two-faced”, over “Privatization”. This because I actively condemned the process, under most circumstances. When my “number was called”, the state had hoped that they could just put my body into a plain box, shove it into the dirt, and be done with me. Just another un-marked grave, from someone, whom the state felt, had done nothing, with their life. The state, however, was compelled to change its position, when not only were my official, and pre-paid, wishes known, but when my visitation would be RSVP’d by ambassadors from various new states, as well as from long-established, nations. The state was even annoyed when two groups went together, to buy my headstone. (The state wanted to declare this an insult, since I had spent my life on benefits. Now they were compelled to accept that I HAD achieved REAL results) Sure, it would take Earth another two generations, to reach the goals, set by scientists, and governments, but these changes bought humanity centuries, in which to find A NEW Homeworld. I was just happy to have played a part.

THE LOCAL STIMULUS

STIMULUS While the media had not been certain of HOW Mr. Biden would handle the next stimulus, since Congress had sent out the $600 payments, the question was "If Mr. Biden was in favor of the $2,000 payments, would the $600 be made part of this?" Mr. Biden MIGHT have considered this, but only until the tragic events, of January 6, 2021. This is why, right after the inauguration, Mr. Biden had set a task, for Congress. Mr. Trumps wrong-doings would NOT be counted. He was an outcast. This is why Mr. Biden set a date of "I want another bill, on my desk, by next week, for the full amount. NO half-measures. I want the $2,000 proposal on my desk." Now, while I had made plans, and promises, to return the $600, it turns out that the feds would need things such as court order numbers, or payment of debts, verification, to receive the payment back. This is why my support staff encouraged me to spend the money, wisely. I think that I did. After all, I used the money to buy a replacement chest freezer, and a modern day refrigerator. Most, of the remainder went for my "new", home computer. One which, at my request, had a new sound card installed. While the delivery persons were a bit baffled, when I wanted the old "fridge" moved to a side area, they moved it, to make way for the new unit. It would be spring, before the next stimulus came around, and, while I was trying to decide on which item I wanted to do, next, a friend asked me if I knew of anyone who wanted to BUY a stimulus payment. After I told them that I might know someone, this is when I went, and bought a pre-paid VISA card. Once activated, I took my friend to a public internet place, and had them transfer their payment to me. I then took them to the ATM, just outside the business, and gave them the $200 that they asked for. This is how I turned $2,000, into $12,000, in just one week. The way I kept myself safe was that I never gave a dollar amount. I only asked how much people wanted. Since none seemed to want more than $200, I traded. The purchasers, who would, eventually, get "stung", would be those who would say "I will give you $100, for your stimulus." They made money, faster than I did, but I made my money, safer. In fact, while I was just bordering on $25,000, the predators had over $50,000, when police began closing in. One predator was even dumb enough to offer a female, undercover, officer some "special service", as well as the money she "wanted". She busted him for fraud, and for making "advances". In fact, several people were busted at that same time. It is estimated that the predators took in a total of about $3 million. What made her laugh was the fact that, by the time support staff found out about selling benefits, and moved to stop this, the predators had purchased maybe $10,000 more, while I had purchased maybe $15,000. This is why, on the third, then the final, stimulus, support staff kept control of debit cards. This way, less people could have the ability to sell benefits. By that time the third stimulus was underway, For myself, I found the stimulus a great money maker. I was just amazed at how many people were willing to "sell" benefits, for spending money. Not all of them homeless, or derelict. The one woman, whom I did not turn down, was a woman, who was willing to sell me various items, in exchange for $500. From what my sources, then the woman, told me, she had "run up a bill", to a "creditor", and she planned to replace the money on a single, ultra-high-stakes wager. She even mentioned that, once she won, she was finished with gambling. (Personally, I would, NEVER, have wagered on 100,000-to-1 odds.) From what friends told me, when the woman was married, her husband had her sign a pre-nup agreeing to halt all gambling. If he found out how much she had LOST, so far, the marriage would be over. When she gave me the $500, worth of jewelry, I gave her the $500. Then I took the jewels to a shop, which gave me $1,000, for them. The woman had been right. The jewels were worth more than she had asked. Too bad her luck was not as good. While her plan, for the money had been to replace every penny she had taken, then live on the rest, for the remainder of her life, fate had been cruel. The wager had "bottomed out", and tens of millions were lost. While even I know that, when a wager is lost, that this means that the gambler has lost their money, what I did NOT know was that, for the 100,000-to-1 wager, gamblers had to not only put up the wager, but to sign an agreement stating either a flat-payment amount, or a full years worth of income. I guess it was legal since the creditor took the couple to court, and the husband paid off the debt. Instead of divorcing his wife, however, he took better revenge. He had her take a job, with all earnings going towards re-building the account. I learned of the facts from an ebony woman, who was the girlfriend of a man, who offered me his payment, in return for $200. After I, electronically-verified that he did have the money, and transferred it to me, I took him to an ATM, where I gave him the $200. When He saw my interest in his woman, he offered her "For another $200" She smiled when I said "I dont pay, even for beautiful women." It was when I walked away, from him that she, casually, caught up, with me, making another offer. "I think you want me as much as I want you." I told her "As a lover, yes." This is when she said "Here is my name, and address. Meet me there, at four p.m. and we will work it out." We did, too. By 4:10 p.m., we were inside her place, and sharing some romantic french kisses. What did I care if she was ebony, and I, ivory? After kissing, she let me taste those beautiful "B" cups breasts, then she took her time showing me what she had between her legs. She took once, on top, then lay, smiling, beneath me, as I took my turn. Afterwards, I gave her a "Thank You" kiss, then dressed. When she asked "Anything else?" I would say "Lets see. Kissing, nursing, and incredible sex. Aside from asking you to keep me informed, about other people, who want to sell..." She would smile as she said "You never know when you might need some "inside" information." I whispered "All I have to trade is my body." She smiled as she said "Good enough." BY the time the stimulus was gone, I knew of ten people, who were angry about support workers taking cards away. This, just because the people had taken stimulus money, and bought booze, and drugs. Now, the people had to ASK for what they wanted. This while I kept it a secret that I had $30,000, on my pre-paid VISA. I could understand the support workers annoyance, at the people. After all, the people could have atleast paid a months rent, and utilities, then drank, and drugged, the rest, away. As it was, an already over-stretched social services program had to find rent, and utility, money, for the idiots. While support workers would find the money, for current rent, and utilities, the clients were forbidden their cards return. This is why they would resort to panhandling. Off of the third stimulus, I would only make $15,000. That is, before support workers would remove more cards. From the forth stimulus, I would only add $10,000, since the courts were becoming more aggressive, about prosecution. The people, most-often, prosecuted were the ones who, when a person offered stimulus money, the buyer would only say "I cant go beyond $200 (or $300), at this time." It was after the people would say "I will take it." that hand-cuffs came out. I played it safe, by asking "How much do you want" and "How much is it worth?" By allowing debtors to set prices, I could not be arrested since I made no offers. When a person (most, undercover cops) would ask "Will you give me $500 for this?" I would say "Try someone else." While the undercover cops would be told "Dont quote a price. Have them quote, then we can arrest." The police were withdrawn from me, since my primary answer, to monetary requests was to say "I only have $200." Not, "I will offer $200." Just "All I have is $200." By the time round four was completed, most Americans were back to work, bills were paid, and life was back to normal. The courts had "thrown out" more than five million evictions, since non-payment began with loss of income. Only two million evictions were approved. The people, in question, were the type who let other people pay their deposit, and first months rent. They had only stayed, in current places due to the rent moratorium. Now that it was lifted, eviction notices went out, to the people, whom process servers knew, well. The last time that I saw up to fifteen of them, was when they told me they were staying in shelters. They would say "I doubt I will be seeing you, again. They are moving me to (other cities, in the state)." Even I felt that these people had the change coming to them. After all, they received monthly benefits, just like I did. If I could pay rent, plus utilities, then so could they. I never counted my VISA as "income" since I did not want to depend on it. Besides, with prices at current levels, even this amount of money would not last long. I just cannot believe how FAST some of the other buyers broke Parole. This, by signing the papers, then going right out, and violating them. The state would have to convert an old office building into a jail, to house them. While I had "put out word" that stimulus was all that I would buy, some people still brought me stuff, that they wanted to pawn. I did, ofcourse, turn them down. Of the four, white, women, who offered me "services", I was just as hostile, with them, as they were, with making "offers". It was the ebony women whom I was polite with. This, since they were friendly to me. Still, I made it clear what I would buy. When the final round, of sellers came to me, offering up their Social Security benefits, they tried to "Get around" my request, to see debit cards. When asked "Dont you trust me?" All I would say was "I only want to see the card". Maybe four people, at most, sold their benefits, to me, for $200, per. The rest gave up when I would not back down, on wanting to see their cards. No one could fault me, for buying what I was offered. Just $200 to buy over $800 worth of benefits. The four, who sold to me, would be returned to controlled care. Their money would go BACK under payee's. I would come out of the stimulus plans with $75,000. No criminal record since I never offered to BUY. I only told people what I had available, to pay. While I got around stimulus guidelines, the main concern that I would have hoping that none of my "clients" ratted me out. Still, the government had ruled it a crime to OFFER to BUY the payments. There was no stipulated rule, that forbidded people from OFFERING to SELL. Since I only bought what people were offering to sell... This is how I kept both the money, and my freedom. That and the fact that I declined to buy any merchandise, from anyone. This was my "Key" to winning at the stimulus. I let the pawn shops handle what might be stolen. This is why I "retired" after the last stimulus.

THE STIMULUS RIP OFF

THE STIMULUS RIP-OFF Yes, it is sad, but true. Once the $600 INSULT was pulled from the record, and NOT distributed, Congress entered the "fire-storm", wherein Republicans had insisted "America cannot AFFORD this." To this, the Democrats replied "When was the last time YOU tried to pay YOUR bills, with-OUT any money?" BY the time the $2,000 amount was agreed to, Mr. Biden had taken the Oath of Office, and he smiled, when he saw that one of his first duties was to sign off on the stimulus. Now, while even I wont deny that the vast majority, of Americans did the opposite, of what Republicans said they would do, with this money: Republicans wanted the public to believe that stimulus was financing fine dining, booze, and imported food. What the media reported was people bringing bills out of the red. Citizens, who were paying enough, on overdue rent (caused by lack of work, and the COVID HOAX), to prevent eviction, as well as paying the remainder either on past-due utility bills, or on grocery store food. It was during this time when the worst of civilization, showed its ugly head. The kind of people who, when a person wanted to "trade" their stimulus for cash, the rip-off artists would say "I cant go any higher than $300, for your entire payment. Take it or leave it." The people, who accepted this, would be the chronically homeless, and the addicts. When the local police found out, about this, they sent several officers undercover, to act either as buyers, or sellers. IN my city, alone, over two dozen people would be arrested for buying stimulus payments, at 10% of value. As for myself, when the payment came, I put it on a secondary, VISA, card. A pre-paid card. This is why I was able to buy my replacement chest freezer, refrigerator, and home computer. All with "NO questions asked" As I recall, I was down to about $1,500, when my first "client" came, asking me how much I would be willing to pay, for a stimulus. When I asked "How much do you want, for it?" I was quoted such figures as $100, to $200. Using an "internet cafe", I checked the persons information, found the money, on deposit, then had them transfer it to my card. Once I verifed the transfer, I took them to an ATM, which was just outside the cafe door, and withdrew the money. (I neither knew, cared, or asked, what the cash would be used for) Within two days, I had added about $8,000 to my pre-paid VISA. And, yes, when the police heard of another buyer, they sent an undercover to me. When they asked me what they could get, for the money, I asked them, a few times "How much do you want?" It was not until the question was repeated, a forth time, with "no clear answer", that the officer was told "Not a hustler. Let him go." I think I spent close to $1,000, to buy about $30,000. During the third, and forth, stimulus, I made slightly less, since workers KNEW that clients could not be trusted not to sell benefits. This is why, by the end of stimulus number four, I had just about $100,000. I know I heard case-workers reprimanding clients, for selling the benefits. When clients said "I needed the cash." Workers would ask "For what? Food? Rent?" No, most of the clients had gone through a total of $6,000 per person, for booze, and snacks. (That is, of those who did not sell, either to the predatory buyers, or to me.) The predatory buyers were sentenced to "home confinement", since the state had no cells, available. The buyers had credit cards were removed as well. Now, they, like their clients, had to ASK for money. A few used the purchased money, to BUY not-guilty verdicts. Still, this left them without any money. I KNOW that I was safe, since I did not brag, nor make big ticket purchases. One predator, who did land in jail, was a man who used his money to buy a sports car. Brand New. It was no wonder the police caught him. After all, HOW could a low-income person afford such a nice car (let alone the insurance) Another predator, who was caught, was one who, when approached, by an undercover cop, promised her "Money is no object. Name your price. I have plenty." When the woman asked "I wonder where you got so much money?" The man smiled as he told her. A minute later, the man was in hand-cuffs. I forget how many "street corner" "loaners" there were, including those, convicted. Only one, payday loan company was closed, for "cashing in" payments, on stimulus. What I DO know is that I never faced charges since I never offered to buy. I let people come to me, with offers. They offered, and I bargained. The police could find nothing illegal, about this. As I promised my own, support crew, my plan, for my money, was to let it draw interest, unless needed for a specific need. This is how I avoided being caught, in the rip-off, and avoided a criminal record. After all, no one can be arrested, if they offer to buy what another person is trying to sell. NO one can be arrested, for agreeing to purchase. This was my position, and one which saved me from wearing stripes.