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My psycho ex-wife (the one I divorced in 1980) hates to see any couple happy. She hates it so bad she can hardly stand it. She'll go to the female part of the couple and tell the female that the male is cheating and so she should cheat, too. Then she'll go to the male part of the couple and tell the male that the female is cheating and so he should cheat, too. My ex-wife also tells both parties that the other one can't be trusted and only to confide in her. Sometimes this works and when it does it amazes me. My ex-wife has also managed to make some happy couples so crazy that both parties almost end up killing each other. Sometimes I root for the Portland Trailblazers to win a game in the playoffs. When a psychiatrist I know who is not Dr. Ron Turco and who roots for the New Jersey Nets found out that I sometimes root for the Trailblazers he asked me, "Are you nuts?" So I replied, "No more drinks for you. You're cut off." I have been asked to post nothing that is derogatory about anything on my website. Heh..heh..heh,....sure, no problem. I think I've finally figured out how these here computers work. Let's see...there's this key that says "delete", I think I'll just press that key about twenty times...........oops..........where did everything go? I have been asked to put a joke up on my website. I feel this joke is inappropriate so I will not put it on the website. It is not a racial, ethnic or gender joke. It IS sort of a satirical joke. The joke does tend to make fun of stereotypical prejudices. The joke does not use cuss words so I guess you could call it a clean joke. The joke does not insult anybody or any group of citizens. It's basically just a silly, mindless joke. It's not a "knock - knock" joke. It's not a long joke that takes a lot of time to set up. I guess you could say it's quite a short joke. I guess, also, you could say it is a joke that applies to current daily events. Man, I wish I could put the joke on this website but I have a POLITICALLY CORRECT website that OFFENDS nobody and that means.......NO JOKES.....NO HUMOR......AND DEFINITELY....AND THIS IS IMPORTANT.....REALLY IMPORTANT........NO....AND I MEAN "NO..NO..NO" ATTEMPT AT RATIONAL DISCOURSE. I let it be known that I was going to put some quotes from Mark Twain on my website. I have since been informed that this would be "unwise". Man, I would hate to be "unwise", so here is a website that has a lot of quotes by Mark Twain. Today it is not raining so I've got a lot of yardwork to do. However I still have time to pick a subject and write about it so today I'm going to write about really stupid things I've done recently.
Now it's time to change the subject. When I lived at some apartments called the Beavercreek apartments with my two daughters and their mother (the mother worked and I was a stay-at-home father for a few years) there were these two ugly, old hags who believed everyone is doing Satanic Rituals and they lived in the apartment across the hall from where we lived. They had absolutely nothing good to say about anybody or anything. They told me they were going to tell everybody that my family was no good. And guess what, they did what they said they would do. Now the question of the paragraph: Who would believe anything these two old, hatefilled hags tell them? The following are a couple of "Mysteries of the Universe" Mystery Number One - At some of my previous residences I received a lot of strange and mysterious phone calls with a strange and mysterious message. The message was, "Get a life." I became curious about the source for those phone calls and eventually found out they were originating from a couple of non-profit organizations in the Portland, Oregon area. Can you guess which ones? Mystery Number Two - In the Portland, Oregon tri-county area there is a small group of women who seduce men and then get the men to commit crimes for the benefit of the women. The smart men say, "No," but the stupid men say, "Sure, just tell me which crimes to do." So, two questions: (1) Do the cops know? (2) If the cops do know do they care? Personally, if I were a cop and after eight or ten hard hours protecting and serving people who don't like me and who I don't like, I wouldn't care. After work I would want to get home to the lazy cat, slobbering dog, obnoxious kids and the beautiful wife who cheats on me and treats me like dirt. A year or so ago I got a job working at Stream International. Shortly after being hired my ex-in-laws called up some people in management and told them I was gay and had the AIDS virus. (By the way, I'm not gay and I don't have the AIDS virus.) This caused a couple of supervisors to come to me and tell me the computer I was working on wasn't a good computer and that a computer that was waaaaaay away from everyone was the computer for me. They also said really stupid things like, "Don't feel bad, these computers in this area don't work for Mexicans, either." From time to time I will present more real outrageous personnel policies practiced by Stream International that were designed with one thing in mind. To get me to quit so the managers and my co-workers wouldn't be worried about me giving them AIDS. Some years back when I lived in Beaverton, Oregon and the mother of my two daughters lived in Tigard, Oregon she would call me up and tell me to pick up some food, or some sort of cold medicine for the kids and go over to where she lived. Sometimes she just wanted me to bring over money. Some of the time after she would call me up to tell me to come over for this or that reason, she would then call the cops and tell them I was coming over to break in, or kill her, or something along those lines. So, sometimes when I arrived there were lots of cops waiting. At other times she really wanted me to come over for legitimate reasons. I could never tell which time was "trap" time or which time was legitimate time. Which brings up the point of what I am saying. During this period of time almost every night there was a car (I think it was a Camaro or something similar) and there were usually two or three inhabitants in the car and this car would race back in forth in front of where I lived in Beaverton. Sometimes the inhabitants would get out of the car and throw rocks or shoot BB's at the building. Other times, like when I would walk to the store, this car would try and run me over or come very close to running me over. I didn't bother calling the cops because by this time they had been convinced that I was crazy. Their opinion I was crazy was brought about by a lot of telephone calls made by my ex-wife, my sister, my ex-wife's mother, and my mother and other members of the cult they had joined. One night as I was walking back from the store the car again tried to run me over, but this time it was done in front of a Catholic Church rectory near where I lived. Apparently somebody in the rectory had heard the screeching tires and the loud noise of the car taking off after nearly hitting the rectory. I dashed across the street to where I lived and shortly thereafter a Beaverton Police car came rushing up the street and went to the church and then took off in the same direction as the car that tried to run me over. I never found out what happened afterward. One day when I was over in Tigard babysitting my kids while their mother was somewhere, we went for a walk around the apartment complex. I noticed a familiar looking car just like the one that had been harassing me for many months. So I decided to do some investigating. After a few months of checking things out I discovered that was the exact same car and the guys that drove around in that car knew and partied with not only the mother of my two daughters but also knew and partied with the psycho ex-wife that has been stalking me for about twenty years. I also discovered that my ex-wife and her friends had been coming over and partying with the mother of my two children BEFORE my two kids were born AND WHILE I AND THE MOTHER OF MY TWO KIDS (BEFORE THE KIDS WERE BORN) WERE LIVING TOGETHER. They were partying where we lived in Portland, Oregon while I was at work. That would explain all the things that ended up missing, including two great speakers, a stereo system, two guitars and a number of other things. Like a couple of Tucson, Arizona cops and a couple of Portland, Oregon cops told me who had personal knowledge of her (the one I divorced in 1980), "That's one woman who should spend a lot of time in prison." Twenty years ago on the Rota Navy base there was a junior Navy JAG officer with a diploma from Baylor University. One day while he was throwing a temper tantrum, threatening me with physical harm, and spitting at me he made the following stupid remarks.
The following stupid remark was made to me by Cathy Winter's mother when she came to Spain to visit. "If you're going to marry my daughter you need to quit being a Scientologist." I've never been a Scientologist, however, Faye Oekerman was for a short time until her parents had her deprogrammed. I have since learned that Cathy and her mother were receiving info about me from my psycho ex-wife and her mother. Not even the judges in Multnomah County in Oregon that were screamed at by Faye and her mother believed any of the outrageous lies Faye and her mother told about me. This remark was made to me by Cathy Winters one day when she was inexplicably angry. "I deliberately ruined your Fiat to teach you a lesson." And she really did. She had drained all the oil out and then drove the car until the engine burned up. Cathy destroying my car was silly because she used it more than I did. I never did find out what lesson she meant to teach me, but I did find out you should not lend a car to a person who is angry with you. I later found out somebody told Cathy I was still married to the psycho ex-wife and that not only was I cheating on the psycho ex-wife but Cathy as well. This stupid remark was directed at me three times in one day recently. "The Oekermans are a fine, upstanding family." Even on the off chance that the Oekermans really are a fine, upstanding family, which they aren't, who cares?" Some forensics experts I have communicated with over the years tell me that my ex-wife and her mother would, because of their various mental illnesses, maim or kill my son in an effort go get even with me or delusional and unreal wrongs they perceive. There is a high probability factor the Victor Oekerman clan would do everything to cover up the crimes because the whole family is dysfunctional, and their legal advisor, Roger Weidner, is just plain crazy. As I delve more into the insanity of the clan of the Oekermans I will publish more on this website. And the following remark is a stupid remark my psycho ex-wife has been screaming at people for years about what I am supposed to have told her. "And you know what else he told me...........(here put any idiot thing you can think of and you now know what my ex-wife has been telling people).................." Since I never told her anything she has to make everything up. And get this. No matter how outrageous it is she can always get someone to believe her, and become her ally in her war against me. The following is a stupid remark directed at me a couple of years ago by somebody who wouldn't identify himself. "If you turn yourself into the psychiatric unit at the Naval base in San Diego we will give you 100 percent disability." That would mean somebody would have to create a new and fraudulent medical record for me. A couple of years ago I explained to a Navy JAG officer in Portland, Oregon that I needed some forms so I could sue the Navy in federal court. The stupid response was that I needed to speak with Naval Criminal Investigative Service agents before I could sue the Navy in federal court. Basically what this lawsuit will be about is jurisdiction. Since I divorced the psycho ex-wife BEFORE I enlisted, the really mindless JAG officers that prevented me from seeing my son had no jurisdiction to do so. When I got out of the Navy and went to work for the federal government they really had no jurisdiction to interfere with my parental rights. However, they told everybody they did have jurisdiction because I was AWOL. They lied and they are liable. Then they convinced certain members of my family to engage in devious and illegal conspiracies to deny me parental rights, to interfere with my ability to make a living, to interfere with my right to live where I wanted, etc. and to frame me with false accusations. Since members of my family went along with these ridiculous conspiracies I thought I might explain jurisdiction to them. When I am a civilian, and the mothers of my kids are civilians, and my family members are civilians, and my kids are civilians, that generally means NCIS or Navy JAG officers do not have jurisdiction and they are prevented by law (in theory, at least) of harassing me, or my kids, or members of my family, or people that work at my places of employment. Now, when certain Navy JAG officers came to my father and mother and asked them if they could bug the house, have some of my family members wear body wires, and have some of my family members behave in a manner that was not only stupid, but not in their best interests, my father and mother said, "Sure." What they should have said had they known what the law said was, "Get the hell off our property and don't bother us again. Don't lie to us, don't harass us, and don't ask us to engage in stupid conspiracies." Even though I didn't hang around my ex-in-laws for very much time from 1979 to 1980 what I did observe was that they were dishonest, manipulative, deceitful, arrogant, spiteful, jealous and vindictive. They were also bullies who harassed those who they perceived to be their enemies, which was a lot of people. They had bigoted and biased preconceived notions of the world and many of the people who inhabit the world. They very rarely let rational thought interrupt their thought processes and their extreme greed and materialism was amazing to watch. It seemed like they were conniving or scheming almost every second they were awake. In other words, THEY WERE TOTAL JERKS. So why are a bunch of people in Washington County trying to convince me that my ex-in-laws are fine, upstanding people and that they are God's gift to mankind? One of the few times my psycho ex-wife ever asked me a question was when she asked the following question, "My mom got kicked out of her ladies' church group for stealing things out of some of the purses, isn't that cool?" No wonder my psycho ex-wife became a kleptomaniac. No wonder I always refused to go shopping with her. I figured one day she would get caught and I didn't want to be around. My sister has lived with this irrational fear for years. In fact, she is so fearful of her husband leaving her she keeps a constant watch over all his activities. On a related note, I have found out one of the idiosyncrasies of my ex-wife is that she likes to tell her female acquaintances that their boyfriends or husbands are secretly in love with her. (If you ever met my ex-wife you would know that this is an obviously false fantasy of hers and that it is highly unlikely anybody is secretly in love with her.) This in turn causes dissension and my ex-wife loves to cause dissension because then she can try to control the situation by pretending to be a caring friend to everybody. I've also noticed that sagacious people will not put up with my ex-wife's psychotic antics and do not want to be around her. The Oekermans have an almost pathological need to tell everybody they come in contact with about how superior they are to everyone else. I have discussed this attribute of mental illness with some experts in the mental health field and it is interesting what I have found out. In future "Daily Thoughts" I will elaborate. Some years back I was contacted by a guy that helped run a couple of Alcoholic Anonymous (AA) meetings in the Washington County, Oregon area. His main concern was that my ex-wife (the one I divorced in 1980) had recently discovered she had repressed memories. These repressed memories consisted of her dad sexually molesting her at a young age and then forcing a ghastly abortion on her. Her "recovered" memories also included the obligatory Satanic rituals with the usual killing of babies and animals. The guy who helped run a couple of the AA meetings said that my ex-wife's "recovered" memories were all she would talk about at the AA meetings and that she never let anybody else talk. This was extremely disruptive and many people were getting pissed off about the situation. He wanted to know if there was some way I could talk my ex-wife into attending AA meetings elsewhere in the tri-county area. She had told everybody I was still married to her but had abandoned her some years before. I explained that we were divorced and had been for sometime and so there was nothing I could do. I have also found out that shortly after my ex-wife "recovered" her repressed memories, her mother, my mother and my sister all discovered they had repressed memories. Must have been an epidemic going around. It seems whereever a person is on this planet, once he or she has discovered "repressed" memories, the "repressed" memories are pretty much the same for everybody. Isn't that amazing? Isn't that amazingly coincidental? When I started making webpages I would tend to copy the design style of the websites I thought were really cool and that lacked any socially redeeming value. Then I was told, "What the hell do you think you are doing?" Well, that made me stop and think that maybe thinking was not one of my strong points. So I have decided to let Harvey, my six-foot invisible rabbit buddy do my thinking for me. James Stewart, through a drunken medium friend who also pretends to be Charles Bukowski, has informed me of the following: "&%#@*??:(*".................... "Harvey, where are you? Put the Playboy mag down and come tell me what these funny symbols mean." Some things I ponder on and ponder on until the bar closes and this is one of the remarks I've heard that I ponder on. "If you can't stand the heat stay out of the toilet." This is a remark that has been told to me over the years, even by the mother of my two daughters. "You must be destroyed (or "killed", depending on the day) because you victimize and oppress women." Translation: I divorced a psychopath in 1980 and her family wants revenge. I'm always and constantly trying out new designs for my websites. I'm making them smaller and smaller so the download time will be quicker and quicker. I learned that a website with nothing on it downloads really quick. So from now on........wait a minute......that sounds like convoluted logic. I downloaded a beta email program because I wanted another reason to reinstall my operating system. This email program was supposed to help me manage ALL my emails. And it did. It managed them right out into cyberspace. Ah....for more peace and quiet. I have been informed that because of previous jokes I may have accidently offended two of the most important intelligence agencies in the whole universe that have bases in at least one country. So I would like to apologize to the State Police of Prince George County and reiterate that their internal affairs division will right no wrong. Within the last two years I worked at a company called Stream International in Beaverton, Oregon. It is sooooooo secret that I cannot give out any information about this company. So check out the company's website. Anyway, while I was working there a couple of my bosses (who were really Navy JAG officers and NCIS agents) said that because I am a homosexual with the AIDs virus my co-workers did not feel comfortable working around me because, "You might give IT to them". A couple of my bosses told me this on numerous occasions and so I have been pondering this for a few months. My pondering brings up a few questions. Were my co-workers (according to some bosses) worried that I might give them homosexuality? Or a virus? Or both? On a related note I have been told that everything I do is stupid. "Welllll....picky...picky........picky." I have had an account for medical care with Kaiser Permanente for many years. Just for kicks I decided to check the credentials of some of the people who signed parts of medical records for me and my two daughters. What I found out I cannot explain. A lot of the signatures on those medical records from people who were practicing medicine are from people who have never been licensed to practice medicine in the state of Oregon. It would seem some of the people whose signatures are on those records are Naval Reserve Personnel and Active Duty Naval Personnel. Does Kaiser Permanente's Legal Department know about this? So if anybody reading this knows about medical fraud please send me an email. According to some sources I am a revolutionary because I like music by the Beatles. So I'm going to announce the following. I'm going to overthrow a government. I was going to overthrow the U.S. government until some friends on Social Security said, "Well, if you overthrow the U.S. government will we still get our checks?" So I looked them in the faces and said, "How the hell should I know? I never overthrew a government before. I'm new at this revolutionary crap. Where's all the pretty girls?" Then they asked me not to overthrow the government until they got their social security checks. Then I got a bunch of calls from retired government employees and they said, "Don't overthrow the government until we get our tax returns." This threw me into a quandary. I am a revolutionary according to sources and that means I simply MUST overthrow a government. So I asked some government officials who earn a second income working for various crime families what they thought and they said the following. "Well, as long as it is not the U.S. government we don't care who you overthrow. We gotta lot of crime families here and we don't think they would appreciate you messing about with their business." So I asked, "Would the Mafia be pissed off if I overthrew the government?" This was the reply, "There ain't no Mafia, but if there was you better not mess with college sports while you're overthrowing the government. College sports is a billion dollar business, and unless you got the money you better not mess about." This train of thought gave me another brilliant idea. I decided to steal a billion dollars so I could overthrow maybe any government as long as it didn't piss anybody off. By now I was so flustered I thought I might have to become a person who is not allowed to listen to George Carlin. I went out into the general populace to try and find out where a billion dollars is kept so I could finance overthrowing any government except the good ones. Despite what my grandparents told me I figured banks would have a billion dollars. So I went looking for a bank and here is what I found out. Enron's auditors had already been to the banks and so there wasn't a billion dollars available for me to steal. They accidently shredded the money instead of the evidence. I was definitely getting nowhere fast. So as I was walking down the street being followed by somebody in a polyester suit I absentmindedly asked the following question out loud, "Which is worse, mental masturbation or physical masturbation?" I was quickly approached by a Clinton supporter and he grabbed me by the shoulder and told me how much he liked me, if only I were a little younger. I told him I was sorry I wasn't younger and that I wanted to overthrow a government because I like Beatles music. He told me as he looked longingly at a certain area of my pants that I should contact the CIA (Central Intelligence Agency) because they are experts at overthrowing governments. I thought that this was really brilliant advice, you know .... the kind you get from district attorneys...especially the ones in Texas that convicted people of possessing gypsum, and so I called the CIA and asked them what they knew. They said, "We don't know anything". So I did some research and guess what, they REALLY don't know anything and they spend 30 billion dollars a year not knowing anything. I thought long and hard and was worried I might have to go to the polls and vote against another Lon Mabon initiative when I came up with a really brilliant idea. The KGB knows everything. So I called them up and asked them if they could help me overthrow some government of some kind. They asked, "Which country do you want to overthrow?" I replied that I didn't know and asked if they had any ideas. They said not there, they have a new country and there is not room for anymore crime syndicates. Don't call us the KGB. We are NEW, like our country, we think and don't bother coming here because there is nobody to commit the perfect crime against anymore because everybody is now a victim. Go to China." The translation of the previous paragraph from Russian was made possible by ........sonofagun....they killed my translator. Oh well, I never could figure out what he was saying anyway... but I think it was "Where are all the porn sites on the internet? I can never find them." This reminds me of the following exchange I had with my parents a couple of years ago as Christmas was approaching. I asked, "Are you thinking of getting my two daughters any presents?" My mother replied, "You're adopted. We don't buy presents for kids from adoptions." I'm not really adopted. My background investigations that gave me access to classified material sometimes seen by admirals confirmed I wasn't adopted.
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