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February 19, 2017

Destiny is ALL!

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 8:18 am

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the golden sun risen, silver cirrus cloud scattered, azure skied, coolest island of Nantucket! Great to be with you and yours on this glorious Sunday morning; The Nineteenth Day of February, 2017.  Broadcasting LIVE once again at this seven a.m. hour from ‘down on the docks’ of ye ‘ole Hyannis Harbor–AHOY! Indeed, the Greater Black Backs one’s only company, many a majestic avian soaring high above on such a day as this, prompting one to let out a sigh;

knowing that someday soon, all will be exposed on the nigh…

“Destiny is ALL!”

‘Destiny is all they say,
has it not always been the way?
But for most it seems,
that concept is so very, very far away…

The masses held by design to a grind’s cold stone,
hypnotized, memorized, brutalized; feeling abandoned, so most alone…

Undernourished in body, mind and soul,
the common man goes about his business under a drone,
electronically enslaved to a 5X7 screen, empowered by nothing, controlled by a phone!
ever his head down, tethered to a chain, ever attached to that eternal pole.

A powerful tower fueling the cell,
wicked radio waves echoing across the land, armed by acronyms of ELF and such,
emitting electromagnetic radiation with such a delicate touch;
keep the masses in check;
A compartmentalized, Machiavellian, MK Ultra mass mind control–an evil deed–no one in the media would ever dare tell…

A H.A.A.R.P. played by an Angel you say?
Or an evil scientist at play?

How long till it be,
that the masses will SEA,

what they have been doing to you, and to me?

It’s time to wake up!
It’s time to drink from the golden, pure, soul filled cup…
For we can all say sorry, no thanks;

…it’s time to learn love again, like you were a pup.

Have a GREAT Sunday y’all!

Love, Light & Frogs! Peace~M

February 15, 2017

“…is this a secure line?”

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 12:00 pm

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the grey, cool, calm island of Nantucket! Good to be with you and yours once again, broadcasting LIVE from the quiet shores of a place ‘time’ let be; The Fifteenth Day of February, 2017.  High Noon on a “Wednesday”, according to Reuters and other MK Ultra mind manipulators.  Monstrous, multinational corporate control centers that create the rhetoric around this big, blue spinning ball, “Lost in Space?’

A true SCRIPT feeding the likes of the horrible, daily morning ‘news’ shows, i.e., MSNBC’s “Morning JOKE“, that puts most of this U.S. adult citizenry into a deep trance, that combined with all the fluoride in their five dollar Star bucks brew.  Plus all of the other mindless crap they listen to for the rest of their slave like existence…

Too harsh?

…or not harsh enough?

This memo was just leaked to Sea Cape Cod, and WE thought it appropriate to, as FOX proudly states after their half hour ‘news’ alerts on the radio, “…you be the judge Greg!” (credit: the classic cult film, “Animal House”, circa 1978, starring, among many, many other greats, the one, the only, Mr. John Belushi):

“A secure line” Memorandum:

To: Vladimir Putin (President of the Russian Federation)

From: “The Donald” Trump (President of the United States of America)

‘Hey there Vlad, can I call you ‘dat? I love this Russian stuff my good comrade, all ‘dis cloak and dagger stuff, it’s awesome, I never thought  I would be hanging around 007!  And what I really love is the fact ‘deez idiots who voted me in really believe ‘dat you, even though you are wicked powerful and, quiet frankly, you scare me a little, maybe it was too many WWII movies about Stalin when I was but a young plutocratic lad, dreaming of building big buildings, big casinos, big everything, oh, where was I, oh yeah, even you my dear comrade, could not manipulate an election from Moscow, St. Petersburg, or Sochi, ‘dat awesome Black Sea pad you got going on over ‘der, yeah, even you could not pull that off.

No, the reason is, well you already know all of ‘dis stuff. I had no idea just how high UP this really goes! You know what I mean? Jesus, these corporate guys don’t fuck around, excuse my language… Take Serco, or what it’s short for, Serpent Corporation, yikes!  Alligators?  Who knows! ‘Deez guys, for example, they have their tentacles in every corner of ‘global’ commerce, defense, ‘food stuffs’, you name it!  It scares the living crap out of me, I’ve got to tell you…

I just wanted you to know, the fall guy, Michael Flynn, took the sword, fell on it rather, for the cause, and thus, I needed to just let you know the whole Agenda 21 thing is still on track and you won’t catch any waves from my end…  Like you, ‘The Donald’ is merely a puppet in a much more bigger theater, and does not really have the power to ‘change’ anything that ‘they’ don’t want changing!  Capiche?   I’m talking about the power I thought I would have when I agreed to take on this gig.

God, I miss the Apprentice… I don’t mean to complain, but it really is pretty lonely up here at the tippy top of this pyramid, and to think it goes so much higher, truly, I have to be honest with you, it blows me away.  Anyway, the old show is going down the toilet and I can’t do a damn thing about it, really, what am I going to do, jump back in there and save the damn thing?  The only constant is change, am I right Vlad?  Can I call you Vladinator?  Think about it, I think it fits well, we gotta have a little fun with this whole New World Order thing!  Listen, Vlad, if you ever want to get weird with anybody, just give me a call.  I keep strange hours and  would like to spend as much time as I can away from this owl shaped beltway known as Washington D.C..  I really like Sochi. is their any property there I could look at? You know, for my many, many summer, winter, spring and fall vacations that I, my extended family and friends, will be taking. What the American people don’t know won’t hurt ‘em.  Well, some of  it will, but by the time they figure out what all that ‘chem-trail’ talk was about, and the GMO monster Frankenstein foods, and the mercury filled disabling vaccines…, oh, ‘dose will be mandatory? They already are in most states? Good.

Vlad, I gotta run, thanks for this “secure” memo talk, ‘is this a secure line?’ I love ‘dat ‘line’ from ‘dat fabulous film, “Burn After Reading”, circa 2008.  It really puts the C.I.A. into a better light, don’t you think? I also want to say this pen pal stuff is really fun, who’s idea was this?  Oh yeah, mine!  The one, the only, the holder of ‘the most powerful man in the world’ title, drum roll please; ‘The Donald’ Trump!  “You Betcha!”, and you go bye-bye Sarah Palin!  Take care Vlad! Remember this: GOOD is GOOD!

Peace out brother!”


February 14, 2017

Love is the answer…

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 11:14 am

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the wonderfully calm, cool, collected island of Nantucket! Great to be with you on this Valentine’s Day here in the U.S., broadcasting LIVE from ‘down on the docks’ of ye ‘ole Hyannis Harbor once again. It be a dry, cold, partly cloudy day on a romantic little sand bar that ‘time’ forgot. AHOY!

What can one say about LOVE? For this rogue cowboy reporter, it’s sending out this little post card from the edge every so often; for the love in my heart for this majestic, magical, mythical, mystical, magnificent place, filled with all of Mother Gaia’s LOVE found in and about the great wilderness, healed what some may have considered a hopeless cause. Perhaps love is simply someone who sings the beautiful words to a song you have long forgotten…

One hundred and forty-four qualities of Divine LOVE exist; like keys on a piano. IT is a force more powerful than any other in the Universe at large; invisible yes, but then again, if one truly looks about, minus the ’smart’ phone and all the other non sense in our collective lives, one might just stumble upon it. And smile at the outcome of such an encounter… Below deck are 12 other thoughts on the subject of LOVE, and we here at Sea Cape Cod wish to ask, “…has anyone told you that they love you today?”

WE just did!

Have a beautiful day folks!

1. ‘ Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into a friend.’ ~MLK

2. ‘Love is when the other person’s happiness is more than your own.’  ~H. Jackson Brown Jr.

3. ‘Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone–we find it with another…’ ~Thomas Merton

4. ‘Love is a canvas, furnished by nature and embroidered with imagination.’ ~Voltaire

5. ‘Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.’ ~Erich Fromm

6. ‘ I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more important than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And, I believe that Love is stronger than death.’ ~Robert Fulghum

7. ‘True love is selfless. It is prepared to sacrifice.’ ~Sadhu Vaswani

8. ‘The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise, we only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them.’ ~Thomas Merton

9. ‘Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing…’ ~Torquato Tasso

!0. ‘Love is the greatest gift that God has given us; it’s free.’ ~Taraji P. Henson

11. ‘Where we love is home. Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.’ ~ Oliver Wendall Holmes, Sr.

12. ‘Music is LOVE. LOVE is music, music is life, and I love my life… Thank you and goodnight!’
~A.J. McLean



February 12, 2017

‘…table for one sir?’

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 2:36 pm

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the mild, misting, mysterious, magical, magnificent island of Nantucket! Great to be with you and yours on a blustery Sunday afternoon, The Twelfth Day of February, 2017; awaiting yet another winter storm, with even higher wind gusts than the 75 mile an hour winds that complemented the lunar blizzard of this past Friday night…

Hold on to your hats!

It seems our dear friend William Montague III has sent another poem our way, his attempts to hack into Sea Cape Cod’s ‘heavily’ fortified and quite secured web site were unsuccessful, however, we thought it appropriate to share with the world just how lonely it is at the top… Is this not correct President ‘The Donald’ Trump? May you have a wonderful rest of your week end, keeping in mind that, say it with me, ‘at the end of the day’: LOVE conquers ALL and will always play!


A Valentine’s Day message; from a lonely plutocrat, who only wants to be loved?”

‘Tis I William Montague III!
Greetings from my penthouse in the sky!
Valentine’s Day is quickly approaching and all one can do is let out a sigh…

For the love humans hold in their collective heart,
has been successfully hijacked by a heartless “TV”;
not the mention the ever radiating ’smart’ phone and all that horrible, disastrous, distasteful art…

Like the Grinch who stole Christmas,
I loathe Valentine’s Day;
With all it’s chocolates, candles & bouquet…

Give me more money!
For that has always been,
the good ‘ole American way…

Stocks up, stocks down;
war begins and war fades,
never will I frown.

As the orders and cash,
pillars and trusts,
flow from the very top, all the way down to that whitest of trash.

And we know a trickle is just that,
an obscure and fraudulent economic theory, deep rooted in the masses consciousness;
ever drowning in it’s own FAT…

So I dine alone tonight, gazing high above the clouds at city and star light alike;
please don’t you fret for me though,
For even it be true it’s lonely at the top,
I will always have the power to win all fights, flushed with tons and tons of dough!”



February 10, 2017

“It’s a twister Auntie M!”

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 8:56 am

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the golden sun laden, brilliant azure sky led, windless, bitterly cold island of Nantucket! Great to be with you on this Tenth Day of February, 2017; broadcasting LIVE once again from ‘down on the docks’ of ye ‘ole Hyannis Harbor at the seven a.m. hour on a freezing Friday morning,. AHOY! Indeed this humble? intrepid reporter waiting for that sun to rise in the east once again, gathering more images for this fabled ‘blog’ for your reading and viewing pleasure. For it only by the grace of God that any of this is even possible;

if you catch the drift…

The image you SEA above and below deck represent yesterday’s “Lunar Blizzard”, sporting 75 mile an hour winds, heavy snows and frigid temperatures that rocked this boat and many others across this strip of sand that ‘time’ forgot,

“…there’s no time!”

(credit: late night comic and part time actor in the film “Clash of the Titans”; ‘acting’ in the cesspool that Hollywood has devolved into; Ireland’s favorite son, Mr. Liam Neeson)

Taking in the silence of yesterday’s break from the man made matrix, one could not help but be grateful for all of the blessings bestowed therein. Many in this great nation have no where warm to sleep and very, very little in this world and the predictive programming coming out of Hollywood gives ‘them’ little hope indeed. For if one ‘turns on the TV’, not recommended, depending on if one has ‘cable’ or ‘Roku’ or both, one will uncover a one eyed message hidden so cleverly within the seductive writing.

Take the Netflix, served up by the devil himself, for example. The series, “The Travelers” just wrapped up for this cowboy reporter.  A fascinating show whose premise involves people from the future, ‘the director’, i.e. Artificial Intelligence, coming in the form of a mysterious Quantum spine, and the very real hard fact that most governments around the world have been infiltrated by said power. Jade Helm?

“Hello, Mcfly! Is this thing on?  Think McFly, think!”

(credit: the 1985 film, “Back to the Future”, starring Michael J. Fox)

It does not take a rocket scientist to figure that out, thanks Netflix, you know, for the confirmation.

You SEA folks, my friends in the upper levels of the pyramid of power have no interest in putting this ‘new reality’ on your local or national ‘news’ shows you have become and have been addicted to for decades, no sir! Their mission is to pacify, confuse, and make you dependent upon technology that for all intents and purposes makes you a slave to the ‘Director’s’ machinations. “Smart” this and smart that. It all adds up to ‘it’.

Who is it?

That is on a need to know basis, and obviously you and yours,

don’t need to know now do you?


Jack in the Box! Fine dining established in San Diego in 1951!

Have a great week end y’all!


February 9, 2017

Quest for the Holy Grail…

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 8:09 am

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the still dark, soon to be snowing, sexy island of Nantucket! Great to be with you on a once again on a Thursday before dawn, The Ninth Day of February, 2017. Indeed, the full moon’s pale ghostly light shines lonely ‘down on the docks’ of ye ‘ole Hyannis Harbor at this five o’clock hour; awaiting snows that are to come…

Perhaps our new U.S. President ‘The Donald’ Trump could use some divine delivery from his critics of late, or have they always been there? I wouldn’t know; we here at Sea Cape Cod do not follow ‘politics’ anymore; gave it up like booze and crack. I’m not sure which is worse.

However, there was once a King named Arthur, who…
received some holy assistance one fine day before going to some French Castle with his knights, a divine quest and a giant Trojan Horse intent on conquest and said quest for the HOLY GRAIL…

And the cleric said to King Arthur: “And the Lord spake, saying ‘first shall thou shalt take out the Holy pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more-no less. Three shall be the number thou shall count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shall thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out! Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it!” King Arthur: “Right! One, two five! Sir Galahad: three sir… Arthur: Three!”

Like our friend ‘The Donald’, King Arthur ran into some trouble with them darn French swine, but before that, he ran into a savage beast that rogue wizard “Tim” warns him of, stating to the King with all of his men in no uncertain terms:

“Follow. But! Follow only if ye be men of valor, for the entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel that no man has fought with it and lived! Bones of full fifty men lie strewn about it’s lair. So, brave knights, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you with nasty, big pointy teeth! King Arthur: “What an eccentric performance.” (Arthur then sees the ‘creature’ which seems to be a harmless white bunny rabbit, to wit Arthur looks at ‘Tim’ and scoffs, “It’s just a bunny!” The bunny then shows them who he really is, ripping them apart; Arthur yelling to his men, “…run away, run away, run away!”

Appearances can be deceiving no?

Finally, King Arthur makes it to the French Castle where he believes the coveted quest’s goal lay; present home to the Holy Grail? Perhaps President Trump can relate to Arthur in this exchange of pleasantries, just exchange the knight for the some in the multinational corporate press whore, core rather.  Although, to his great credit, ‘The Donald’ seems to have much thicker skin than our friend King Arthur, who loses his cool with the French Knight after the Trojan Horse trick does not work out as planned, as they, the Knights of Camelot, forget to get into it in the first place. Good Luck Mr. President, indeed, Good Luck!

French Knight: “I unclog my nose in your direction, sons of a window dresser. So, you think you could outclever us french folks with you silly, knees-bent running about, advancing behavior? I wave my private parts at your aunties, you cheesy leather, second-hand electric donkey bottom biters! I burst my pimples at you and call your door opening request a silly thing; you tiny brained wipers of other people’s bottoms! You don’t frighten us English pig dogs! Go boil your bottoms you sons of a silly person! I blow my nose at you, I fart in your general direction…”

King Arthur: “In the name of the LORD, open this door!”

French Knight: “No chance English bed wetting types! I don’t want to talk to you anymore, you empty headed animal food trough water! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!”

(credit: the 1975 film “Monty Python and the Holy Grail”)

(starring in no particular order: the late, great Graham Chapman, the very much alive John Cleese, Eric Idle, Terry Jones, Michael Palin, Terry Gilliam, Carol Cleveland, Neil Innes, Ian MacNaughon, Connie Booth, Rita Davies & John Du Prez–God’s speed you dear lads and lasses! God’s speed!)


February 8, 2017

“Illegitimi non carborundum”

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 7:20 am

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the grey, mild, foggy, mysterious island of Nantucket! Great to be with you once again on a very early Wednesday morning, The Eighth Day of February, 2017; still dark ‘down on the docks’ of Hyannis Port. Sun to wake in a half hour or so, hopefully like much of this nation’s citizenry.  Asleep on so many different levels it is hard to quantify.  The great poet, musician, guitarist extraordinaire and former lead singer for the once dominant sound of rock and roll’s “Dire Straits”, wrote this song below deck that reigned the radio waves in the eighties, both here in the U.S. and Great Britain; not to mention ‘down under’, i.e. Australia and New Zealand.  Hello! He wrote one song that one does not experience on the corporate ‘clear’ channel monopoly anymore, and for good reason.  These prophetic and quite accurate lyrics pretty much sum up the whole darn shooting match now don’t they?

Illegitimi non carborundum!

(translation:  ‘don’t let the bastards grind you down!’)


“Industrial Disease”

“Warning lights are flashing down at quality control, somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in a hole; there’s rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town, somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down, there’s a meeting in the boardroom they’re trying to trace the smell, there’s leaking in the washroom, there’s a sneak in personnel, somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze, ‘goodness me, could this be industrial disease?

The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post, they’re refusing to be pacified, it’s him they blame the most.  The watchdog’s got rabies, the foreman’s got fleas and everyone’s concerned about industrial disease.  There’s panic on the switchboard tongues are tied in knots; some come out in sympathy some come out in spots, some blame the management some the employees and everybody knows it’s the Industrial Disease.

The workforce is disgusted downs tools and walks, innocence is injured, experience just talks…  Everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees that these are classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze.  On ITV and BBC they talk about the curse, philosophy is useless, theology worse, history boils over, there’s an economic freeze, sociologists invent words like…,


Doctor Parkinson declared, ‘I’m not surprised to SEA you here, you’ve got smoker’s cough from smoking, brewer’s droop from drinking beer.  I don’t know how you came to get those Betty Davis knees, but worst of all young man you’ve got Industrial Disease.  He wrote me a prescription, ‘you are depressed, but I’m glad you came to see me to get this off your chest! Come back and see me later, next patient please, send in another victim of Industrial Disease…


I’m going down to Speaker’s Corner, I’m thunderstruck…,

they got free speech and tourists, police in trucks;

two men say they’re Jesus, one of them must be wrong.  There’s a protest singer singing a protest song;

‘…they’re pointing out an enemy to keep you deaf and blind, they wanna sap your energy, incarcerate your mind.  They give you Rule Britannia, gassy beer, page three, two weeks  in Espana and Sunday strip tease.  Meanwhile, Jesus says I’ll cure it soon, abolish Monday mornings and Friday afternoons… The other one’s in hunger strike dying by degrees, how come Jesus gets Industrial Disease?”



February 7, 2017

A tethered goat?

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 8:50 am

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the grey, cool, calm, calculating island of Nantucket! Good to be with you on this misty Tuesday morning, broadcasting LIVE from ‘down on the docks’ of historic Hyannis Port Yacht Club; The Seventh Day of February, 2017.

Our friend and colleague William Montague III wrote this memo recently to wit you will find below deck, perhaps bringing forth some LIGHT to what is truly in the hearts and minds of those whose will is not necessarily the same as you and yours…

Have a nice day!


(to whom it may concern)

Tis I, Sir William Montague III; we have spoken before…,

from the rocky shore line of Maine to the California coast,

this troubled American people,

should be given a toast.

For never before, in histories past,

has there been such confusion, compartmentalization and computerization;

maintaining an EL-ite mast,

as plans move forward with “Agenda 21’s” fruition…

Indeed, we pour dangerous chemicals into the sky,

keeping the truth from the masses collective eye,

blinded to what is to come,

as we hide from an invisible SUN.

Above or below the ecliptic matters little,

with the military industrial machine playing it’s evil fiddle…

No bonus for you dear employee, just another bank fee,

because your lives matter little us, and tragically to even thee.

Absorbed in our world we are so hard to find it shapes your mind the most,

all done by a Kardashian of Devilish design, never genuine, never kind.

We know who you are by the signal of a cell,

you are nothing but a number, an empty shell.

So go back to your slave job and save away,

stay in the dark with the camels and the chardonnay.

OUR radiated ’smart’ phones will keep you tethered;

to an illusion that has been tarred and feathered…

CNN, NBC and CBS will keep you hypnotized just long enough,

to introduce the next phase and filthy trough.

GMO stew for breakfast, dinner and lunch,

as we dine on virgin lamb for our very expensive brunch.

“Yeah, did you get the memo?”

(credit:  the film “Office Space”, circa 1999)



February 6, 2017

Patriot POWER!

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 10:55 am

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the golden sun laden, pure blue skied, cold, crackling island of Nantucket! ‘Tis very good to be sending this “message in a bottle”, propelled on a postcard perfect day; sailing off from the shores of this little strip of sand that ‘time’ forgot. It is The Sixth Day of February, 2017, and it is a Monday, and for most, that means it is back to work after an exhausting night of watching perhaps the most exciting Super Bowl ever played in the fifty-one years in it’s existence as a national American sporting treasure–a must SEA–commercials included, as this particular game went the distance, in both intensity and pure physical exhaustion…

Considered by most sporting scholars as the greatest comeback in Superbowl history, down 28-3 at ‘one juncture’… Tom Brady (Super Bowl MVP), New England’s storied quarterback, led his team back from the impossible to an improbable victory that sent this ‘neck of the woods’ into pandemonium, ecstasy, and pure, unadulterated JOY!

God Bless both Tom and head coach of the New England Patriots, Bill Belichick, now the rightfully proud owners of FIVE Superbowl rings, the only pair to be in the position to make that statement.  Sitting for a moment on a cloud of their own, a higher level if you please.  Higher than any other player/coach relationship this cowboy reporter can think of…

So, on this frigid, windy, sun dripped, azure skied, and quite glorious day, ‘down on the docks’ of ye ‘ole Hyannis Haaaabaaa, I bid you and yours a prosperous, peaceful, fine and fair adieu! And once again, congratulations to the New England Patriots!

Super Bowl LI Champions!


February 5, 2017

“A War Song to Englishmen”

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 10:06 am

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the cool, grey, gorgeous island of Nantucket! Great to be with you on The Fifth Day of February, “Super Bowl Sunday” here in the U.S., 2017. A wonderfully quiet morning ‘down on the docks’ of ye ‘ole historic Hyannis Harbor, the new “Woods Hole” Steamship Authority ferry docked dauntingly tall outside of this humble reporter’s window; apparently all aboard! for yet another national sporting holiday. One that perfectly defines the duality of man. The battle of wills deep within us all– embodied, echoed, amplified and universally championed in a firm known as “The NFL.

William Blake, 1757-1827; English poet, painter, print maker, was little known nor recognized during his lifetime.  However, rose in death to become perhaps England’s greatest artist.  Steeped in mystical, prophetic prose, his powerful poems offer courage in a cowardly world. Here’s one for this day when all of America comes together for a big conflict, chalk full of beer and hot wing, pretzels and pig, exhilaration and ecstasy!

Go Patriots!

“Prepare, prepare the iron helm of war,
Bring forth the lots, cast in the spacious orb;
Th’ Angel of Fate turns them with might hands,
And casts them out upon a darken’d earth;
Prepare! Prepare!

Prepare your hearts for Death’s cold hand!
prepare your souls for flight,
your bodies for earth;
Prepare your arms for glorious victory;
Prepare your eyes to meet a holy God!

Prepare! Prepare!

Whose fated scroll is that?
Methinks ’tis mine!
Why sinks my heart,

why faltereth my tongue?
Had I three lives I’d die in such a cause,
And rise, with ghosts, over the well fought field.

Prepare! Prepare!

The arrows of Almighty God are drawn!
Angels of Death stand in the louring heavens!
Thousands of souls must seek the realms of light,
And walk together on the clouds of heaven!

Prepare! Prepare!

Soldiers, prepare! Our cause is Heaven’s cause;
soldiers prepare! Be worthy of our cause:
Prepare to meet our fathers in the sky:
Prepare O troops, that are to fall today!

Prepare! Prepare!

Alfred shall smile, and make his harp rejoice;
The Norman William and the learned clerk,
And the Lion Heart,
and the black-brow’d Edward, with his loyal queen,
shall rise,
and welcome US!

Prepare! Prepare!”


February 2, 2017

“…it’s Groundhog Day!”

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 11:00 am

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the milky sun skied, cool, calm, collected island of Nantucket! Great to be with you on this Second Day of February, 2017; a Thursday, moreover, “…it’s Groundhog Day!”

To honor this mystical and now quite traditional holiday from deep in the woods of Puxsutawney, Pennsylvania, it would be irresponsible to not quote the most famous movie that brought this obscure festival to LIFE. “Groundhog Day”, circa 1993, starring the greats Bill Murray and Andie Macdowell, was a tale of a cynical, burnt out weatherman who falls in love with his producer “Rita”, via an extraordinary experience that changed his life forever…

Indeed, the day that never ends supports the premise of “time” being just a state of mind. “Phil Connors”, is thrown into the fifth dimension, in a bad way, a scene right out of the “Twilight Zone”, reliving the same day, “Groundhog Day” over and over and over again. This condition, unknown to his peers, at first is a little unnerving to Phil; attempting to kill himself many times, but wakes up yet again to the same radio station playing the same bit, the same hotel bed, the same alarm clock at the same exact time, and that same darn groundhog whose name of Phil mirrors the weatherman and his fate. For your reading pleasure, here are a few quotes to this aforementioned gem Hollywood once created on a regular basis…

Have a great day y’all!

Phil (talking to his producer ‘Rita’): “Come on! All the long distance lines are down? What about the satellite? Is it snowing in space? Don’t you have some kind of line that you can keep open for emergencies or for celebrities? I’m both. I’m a celebrity in an emergency!”

…a little later on in the film

Phil: (driving with some ‘locals’ from the tiny, tiny town, trying to stretch his ‘immortality’ to it’s limit, being  pulled over by the cops after some reckless driving)

“Hi! Three cheeseburgers, two large fries, two milk shakes, and one large coke.”

(’Ralph’, one of the locals along for the ride then pipes in…): “And some flapjacks!”
Phil: (addressing the officer in his window…): “Too early for flapjacks?”

a little later…

Phil falling in love with Rita, gives her a present of Angel; an ice sculpture he had the ‘time’ to learn how to create. To wit she replies…

“It’s beautiful. I don’t know what to say.”

“I do. Whatever happens tomorrow, or for the rest of my life, I’m happy now…”

finally, “at the end of the day…”

Phil Connors: “When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a bleak, and dark and winter bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among the people of Puxsutawney and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn’t imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter.”


January 31, 2017

Sacred Geometry

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 2:42 pm

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the snowy, serene, solitary island of Nantucket! Great to be with you and yours on this cold and soon to be snow bound strip of land ‘time’ let be for the moment… It is the last day of this wonderful month of January, a Tuesday, the Thirty-First day of said month, in the year of 2017. We have come a long way kemosabe, ‘my faithful friend’, are WE ready for February?

On the edge of darkness is light. There are few who are aware of this fact. What it means is up to you.

So much in the multinational MK Ultra media circus is as UN-digestable as the criminal GMO products covering up to 80 percent of them corporate supermarket shelves. So when our pal Brian “I was shot at on a helicopter in Iraq, oh, sorry, that was hor$e$hit”, Williams, now of MSNBC– once the wicked proud anchor of the now joke called the “NBC Nightly News”–tells his Stockholm Syndrome induced audience that the TRUTH being told on the “series of tubes” (credit late Alaska Senator Ted Stevens), called the world wide web is ‘fake news’, you should most certainly listen to ‘the man’…

People from the Redwoods of California, to the snowy peaks of Colorado, to the ancient lighthouses of Maine, indeed, people all over the world are WAKING UP to what is truly going down.  And it is not being told on your ’smart phone’ via that horrible NBC ‘app’ you just ‘downloaded’.

Download this:

“Everything you know is WRONG!”

(credit: the great IRISH rock band “U2″, stated so well in the great “Zoo TV tour” of the late “80’s” and early “90’s”…

Again, to speak of true NEWS, such as the bloody chemicals they are spraying in the air across the ‘planet’, to cover up what’s to come, or those horrible genetically modified organisms hidden in your breakfast cereal, is sacrilegious within this Luciferian “news” corpse.

It’s a hard call to SEA whose worse, the bastards that are purposely killing their own people per the orders of the Georgia “Guide” Stones, or the jackasses on the ‘tube’ who tell you nothing but lie after lie after lie.

All for the benefit of the CROWN.

Have a nice day y’all!


January 29, 2017

January SEA shells…

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 11:54 am

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the cold, clear, golden sun laden island of Nantucket! Great to be with you and yours on this Sunday late morning, The Twenty-Ninth Day of January, 2017, another spectacular one out on the waters on this enchanted land, with a brief snow squall a few moments ago, giving way to a day fit for a King. The image you SEA above is as advertised, another example of why this strip of sand ‘time’ forgot is BEST in these frigid Winter months. For it is a ‘time’ of great reflection, devoid of commercial interruptions…

Indeed, there’s no feeling on EARTH like being on a beach completely alone, collecting those January SEA shells in quiet solitude; allowing one’s true self to simply BE. Your only company the beautiful Great Black Back Sea Gulls flying with you as you walk into the wind, your feet deep within the soft golden sands of Kalmus, gazing out at the brilliant emerald green ocean, sun spots turning the sea into a miracle of sight;

a restoration of the SOUL.

Have a beautiful Sunday y’all!


January 26, 2017

Brooklyn born beauty…

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 1:29 pm

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the dark, dreary, misty, mysterious, mild and quite mannered island of Nantucket! Good to be with you on this Friday, High Noon, The Twenty-Sixth Day of January, 2017, a gloomy one ‘down on the docks’, almost looking like a scene from the days of Wyatt Earp and the OK Coral,

…arrgghhh matey!”

The passing of one of Hollywood’s gems struck this humble reporter rather hard, as she represented the good that that once great medium represented by and large… Mary Tyler Moore was more than just a beautiful woman who caught my eye even as a very young lad, seeing her as the wife on “The Dick Van Dyke Show”, way, way, way back, and these were re-runs, ‘…what’s a re-run?’ (credit: the film “Back to the Future!”, circa 1985); 1969 or thereabouts. Her incredible charisma and unmatched comic sensibilities made her the undeniable star of that, her first hit series. It only went UP from there. Way up! “The Mary Tyler Moore Show”, a huge hit series from 1970-1975, only solidified the previous fact of who she truly was deep down inside, beyond the hype…

Hollywood’s Best Picture in the year of 1980 went to “Ordinary People”, starring Mary Tyler Moore as the icy wife to Donald Sutherland mild mannered husband, dealing with the loss of their oldest boy.  “Beth” struggling with the loss, not knowing how to cope with losing her favorite, a fact obvious to Timothy Hutton, playing her surviving younger son.  The tension and real angst of both character’s drove home the Gold that year.

She deserved more than just a nomination for Best Actress; wouldn’t you agree aging Academy?

Perhaps this reporter’s favorite was one of “Mrs. Coplin”, Ben Stiller’s adopted overbearing mother, hence with adoptive ‘problem’ that is the premise of the film.  Hilarious does not begin to describe this movie.  In general, however, “Mrs. Coplin” truly shined, creating one of her most hilarious moments on the big or little screen(s).

When I think of watching The Mary Tyler Moore Show with my mom, dad, sister and brother, on our Saturday nights where we all got cozy and followed it up with the hit 70’s shows of “M.A.S.H.”, “The Bob Newhart Show”, and “All in the Family”, not necessarily in that order, well, one just can’t help but think one lost a loved one. So God Speed Mary Tyler Moore, I will miss you!  And for what it’s worth, here are a few parting words that describe what you taught me, by being you. Thanks.

Humility is my middle name…

Gratitude is my last name…

LOVE is my first name!


January 24, 2017

‘three blind mice…’

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 4:23 pm

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the densely fog enshrouded, dark, dreary island of Nantucket! Good to be with you on this Tuesday afternoon ‘down on the docks’–The Twenty-Fourth Day of January 2017–of a ghostly harbor where one would be hard pressed to ‘ner a soul. That does not include the wildlife however, for the many shore birds are quite content in the giant pond that formed in back of this small, humble dwelling nestled at the heart of an historic city, now, called Hyannis, Massachusetts. So come on down and pay US a visit!  You may find treasures in the Winter you would never discover in the busy, bustling summer months when literally millions flock to this now haunted harbor.  Haunted by spirits of men and women who built this Republic with their blood, sweat the tears.  Made it into something the world once envied,

now, pities.

For the Matrix that has been established is impenetrable, unless you have some kind of powers that are unknown ‘at this juncture’. At no other ‘time’ in this country’s history have more people, individuals rather, been herded, literally again, into buying this or that, thinking this way or that, acting this way or that, spending one’s valuable ‘time’ this way or that, being with this person or that, eating this way or that, the list goes on ad infinitum. Thus, it’s no surprise the ever consuming masses will buy into the ‘next big thing’, the next false flag around the bend.  Especially considering the mass doses of MK Ultra style, CIA approved, predictive programming one cannot really escape unless one is AWARE of what one is actually digesting…

And believe it folks, it” will come.

Quantum Leapingis no small business Arthur and should be treated with the respect it deserves.”

The truth of who one is rests only in the awareness one truly has of oneself. Not some warped perception built over ‘time’ creating a false self, a delusional self, a deeply egoic rooted SELF. Deep introspection of one’s true self in this early part of the 21st Century is frowned upon by most of the main stream, and not encouraged in the slightest for little people like 99.9 percent of the world’s population…  Unless one is caught within a satanic spider web that loves to guide US all through the minds of these poor slaves chained to a sick, twisted, sex cult, once called “Hollywood”.  To quote the great Steve Martin (comedian, actor, writer, musician, movie star), a statement he made when he truly was a late night stand up comic, quipping this of the hell hole called Hollywood has devolved into…

“…they take little white mice, see, yeah, and they take ‘em from the Midwest, see, yeah, they never hurt anybody, yeah, and tell ‘em they’re gonna be in pictures!”

Have a great Tuesday evening y’all!


January 23, 2017

Transfer of ‘POWER’.

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 10:37 am

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the cool, windy, soon to be driving rain soaked island of Nantucket! Great to be with you on this Monday morning, The Twenty-Third Day of January, 2017.  Broadcasting LIVE from ‘down on the docks’ of ye ‘ole Hyannis Harbor; the lonely sand bar soon to be experiencing a wicked Nor’easter coming up the coast where it has already done significant damage to much of the South, Georgia and other communities in it’s path. So batten down the hatches matey, for we are in for a blow….

The inauguration of now U.S. President Donald Trump went off without a hitch Friday morning, save all the nonsensical protests that don’t amount to a hill of beans in a very controlled big brother society George Orwell spoke of so many moons ago. The first meeting took place only a few moments ago in Washington D.C. where Trump’s cabinet took their seats at the table that will now set “the agenda”, presumably, for this great nation for at least the next four years.

So many ins and outs, feints within feints, it’s hard to keep up with the real Agenda (21) going down  At least it’s difficult to pin down what the end game truly is.  And judging by the vagueness presented by the ‘powers that be’ presently on this beautiful world we all share together, anyone’s prediction is fair game. Former U.S. President George H. W. Bush once said of his new position that he wanted this country to be a “kinder, gentler nation”, and although that might not have come to pass back in the early 90’s, perhaps it will in this early part of the 21st Century. Only ‘time’ will tell.

However, as our friend Liam Neeson (part time actor in the cesspool Hollywood has devolved into, and full time late night comic, not to mention Ireland’s favorite son), said so well,

“…there’s no time!”

The present moment is all one truly has.  The past gone, a cancelled check if you please; the future a promissory note….

So get out there and smell those roses, keeping in mind what is truly important and what is clearly NOT.

Unplugging from one’s “smart phone” is a good start….

Have a great day and week ahead folks!


January 19, 2017

Thank you Obama! (2.0)

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 12:50 pm

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the milky white skied, cool, calm, collected island of Nantucket! Great to be back with you on this Thursday; High Noon on The Nineteenth Day of January, 2017, offering a quiet one down on the Waterfront. Broadcasting LIVE from ‘down on the docks’ of ye ‘ole Hyannis Harbor…

A fabled port, attracting captains and Kings alike…

Today marks U.S. President Barack Obama’s last official day as the Commander-in-Chief of this great Republic.  This humble reporter wishes to thank him for his service to said nation.   Many accomplishments were attained in his administration, most of which you can read in the archives of Sea Cape Cod. Thus, there is no reason to get into the ‘whole thing’.

“at this juncture…”

Adding that the recent pardons offered by Obama to low level, non violent drug offenders, as well as federal prisoners incarcerated unfairly is commendable, not to be forgotten.

So, Mr. President, take care and if you are ever back on one of these fabled islands, such as Martha’s Vineyard, please feel free to stop by,

We will leave the LIGHT on for ya!


January 18, 2017

January Rains

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 11:43 am

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the raw, raucous, ripping island of Nantucket! Great to be with you on The Eighteenth Day of January, 2017!  Broadcasting LIVE from ‘down on the docks’ once again on a wet and wild Wednesday on a little sand bar ‘time’ forgot.  “We” here at Sea Cape Cod, ah, one person, wishes you and yours a very, very Happy New Year!

Of course, the big day for U.S. president-elect Donald Trump is only a few hours away, and this humble reporter wishes him and his incoming administration the BEST.

“There should be laughter after pain, there should be sunshine after rain, these things have always been the same, so why worry now, why worry now?”

(~Mark Knopfler; poet, musician, guitarist. Lead man for a great rock and roll group HUGE in the eighties, “Dire Straits…”)

Have a good one y’all!


January 1, 2017

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 9:12 am

Happy New Year!


Sea Cape Cod

December 25, 2016

A Christmas promise…

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 8:37 am

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the golden sun laden, mild, still, silent, sacred island of Nantucket! Great to be with you and yours on a still, quiet,  quintessential  Christmas morning, The Twenty-Fifth Day of December, 2016. The dawn’s promise shone brightly a few moments ago, with the amber, mystical glow emanating from the east;  seagulls flying high above my deck, overlooking beautiful Hyannis Harbor. The streets of Pleasant and South quiet, devoid of human activity, a graceful nod to the LOVE represented in a day like this one…

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from your friend at Sea Cape Cod!


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