Sea Cape Cod by Michael Mosier

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the snowy, cold, windy, wild and wacky island of Nantucket! Great to be with you on this late Tuesday morning–The Thirtieth Day of January, 2018–broadcasting LIVE in blizzard conditions at Craigville Beach, as the snows whip across the frozen sands of our “time”…

AHOY!

Tonight, at 9 p.m., Eastern, Donald Trump will address the nation and indeed world regarding the annual U.S. ‘State of the Union’ where no doubt the topics will include: a) ‘how great the U.S. economy is doing’(especially for low income people!), b) progress on ‘the dang fence (to keep out them Mexicans! c) a long, boring list of ‘accomplishments’ that either had nothing to do with said ‘Commander-in-Chief or will never be realized as this presidency may be in for a long ride with the whole ‘Russia’ thing. Either way, it is a giant waste of time, in fact one would be more entertained watching reruns of ‘The Apprentice’, or paint dry… For that is what this entire ’show’ has devolved into as of late, say, since the CIA took over control of the U.S. in 1948. With the brief, powerful real presidency of one John F. Kennedy being a shining light in the darkness.  A president whose proposals and aspirations in the two plus years he was in office got him shot.  Killed by someone in great power; not that patsy who took the fall.

Secrets, secrets, secrets…

Dirty, dirty, dirty secrets! Shame, shame, shame on yous!  Just ask ‘the deep state’, they’ll tell ya! Nothing is more toxic to a people than a government who withholds the truth from those they wish to govern. Kennedy’s famous speech about this subject of secrecy survived the test of ‘time’ and all of it’s forgetfulness. The very real conspiracy to murder one of our greatest leaders in this country’s brief history is rarely mentioned these days, destroyed by the idiocy, sloth, illiteracy, and ignorance of today’s U.S. citizenry. Just what the EL-ite are counting on.

Grammy’s golden boy Bruno Mars has more clout that this guy Trump, yet we all will tune in tonight to SEA the illusion in all it’s glory, as pundits, priests, politicians and poets debate the essence of what it all means, say it with me,

‘…at the end of the day’.

Gazing out my window onto the driving white snows of late January, frigidly whipping the gathering fluff off the roof top of famous “Four Seas Ice Cream”, one is reminded that everything changes…. For no matter who is ‘in charge’ at The White House, one constant remains clear.  The simple FACT that this nation was founded on the principal of a Republic, and although it has been hijacked, it can always become whole again.  With a mass wake up call forcing ALL to real eyes that it is WE, the PEOPLE who really run the show, or at least they would if they were even half conscious. The multinational corporations who have raped and pillaged this nation/planet WILL, someday, be brought to JUSTICE.

A new dawn will usher in a blinding Light where there was once darkness.

Restoring power back to the people;

the little people…

All Hail to the Chief!

(cue the music!)

PRESERVE THE WILDERNESS! Peace~M

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the wonderfully foggy, mild, misty, marvelous and quite mysterious island of Nantucket! Great to be with you on a truly haunting early afternoon here on little old Cape Cod… The fog is deep and dark with the pale greenish moss on bare Elm tree limbs glowing in this raw, dim, rare light;

quite a sight…

Indeed, quite mild day for The Twenty-Eighth Day of January, 2018, begging the question, where is the ‘time’ flying to? Of course, Liam Neeson, Ireland’s favorite son/part time ‘actor’ and full time late night stand up comic, is fond of claiming on the silver screen,

“…there’s no time!”

Quite accurate, as ‘time’, per say, is nothing more than a man made construct.

After all, it’s all about control;

POWER.

The old saying, ‘time is money’ makes more sense in this light,  For if one controls money, ‘owns’ most of ‘it’, creating scarcity, that person can ‘hire’ other people to ‘work’ for ‘it’, taking all of their ‘time’.  Natural time.

Slavery.

Much like the construct of this mad world WE find ourselves living in today. When one has a ‘president’ from the mighty US of A taking ‘time’ from a ‘busy?’ schedule? to hob nob with ‘his people’ in bloody Davos, Switzerland, while the, oh, wait a minute, I gave up politics like crack and alcohol, so, here’s to ya Donald Trump! You go girl! Your brand of the illusion is far funnier than I, or anyone else with half a brain and/or sense of humor could have possibly hoped for.

Are their aliens? Who cares? Pass the caviar and non-alcoholic champagne! I don’t care. This whole GMO thing? Who cares? We love GMO’s and Chem-trials, I mean contrails for that matter!  Woman demanding equality? Who cares! Let the broads march!  The Afghanistan War starting back up again? Who cares! Just build me that ‘dang fence (credit: Arizona’s outstanding Republican Senator John McCain), so that “I” get two things accomplished before this whole “Russia thing” get’s out of hand…

(wink, wink, nudge, nudge)…

“This isn’t Russia Danny, is this Russia?”

(credit: Billionaire  “Ty Webb” from Bushwood Country Club, played beautifully by the incomparable Chevy Chase in the classic 1980 film “Caddyshack”)

Stay tuned America! David Muir’s “ABC World ‘News’ Tonight”’s predictive programming is better than Hollywood these days!

Cheers!

PRESERVE THE WILDERNESS! Peace~M

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the deeply fogged, cooling, gusty, gathering storm island of Nantucket! Great to be with you on this Twenty-Third Day of January, 2018; a quiet late Tuesday morning on Cape, as the region braces for yet another round of wind and rain a little later on today…

“Did you want to talk about the weather or just chit chat?”
~Bill Murray in the classic film, circa 1993, “Ground Hog Day!”

Although that fabled U.S. holiday of sorts is a little ways off, the metaphorical significance can be used to explain the real fake news blasting out of your selected device day in and day out… It is the same story that continues in earnest 24/7; wickedly designed to take away your God given right and WILL to have fun, to let your hair down, to be YOU.  It robs one of the spontaneous urge to get up, run around, play with a ball, fly a kite, walk the ocean, make love, sing a song, dance a dance, write a book, get your degree, in short, break you from the trance you are under.

Would it not be odd to watch this Cape Cod Golden Doodle puppy named “Ryely” get his only exercise on a tread mill at “24 Hour Fitness”?

That would be sad. Just like the American public is.

SAD.

The masses have become so addicted to this “new” technology they have forgotten the GIFT of PLAY. Once again, ‘man’s best friend’ has shined a light on our major malfunction as a species. We are hopelessly asleep and addicted to consumption and money, status and ego, thus, leaving little to no room for that ultimate RUSH of FUN!  Ecstacy in it’s purest form.

It is only when one is propelled outside oneself, that one is truly free.

No bondage of ’self’…

How can one be free in a corporate structure? Especially when the very definition/description (meaning) of said entity is synonoymous with that of the behavior of a psychopath?

Profit at any price…

Have a good one!

PRESERVE THE WILDERNESS! Peace~M

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the gray, damp, foggy, raw, rowdy island of Nantucket! Great to be back with you on this rather gloomy day in Craigville Beach, indeed hallowed shores, broadcasting LIVE from our studios above famous and fabulous “Four Seas”Ice Cream on South Main in Centerville; humbly submitted on The Twenty-Second Day of January, 2018, a Monday High Noon by all accounts…

AHOY!

The “TV” commercials during ‘the big games’ of the “NFL” AFC and NFC championship games this past week end opened up some more of that darn predictive programming compliments of our corporate Nazi poster child “IBM”, sporting the ‘funny’ AI presence of “Watson”, who, apparently, is now in charge of, well, the entire ’system’ to ‘keep you and yours safe’. This should overshadow any of this “President Trump” non-sense, as he is merely a hand puppet serving the real power, dark power, behind the front that consists of the Judicial, the Legislative and the Executive.

For it will not be long before “Wal-Mart” and other quasi-government entities like it, roll out the old RFID chip processors used to inject said electronic micro transmitter into all citizens round the world?  That’s right baby, it is AI tapping into YOU!

The Mark of the Beast.

The planned upcoming cash less society dictated by the banking/oil tycoons that really run the world will force ultimate control over the individual mind/body/soul of the sovereign citizenry, thus transforming the masses into one big programmed, controlled, MK Ultra mind manipulated, malnourished, dumb downed, apathetic, lethargic, drunk, drugged, radiated, blindfolded, inventoried, populace largely without rights, goals, aspirations, power, love, or insight.

In short,

enslaved.

WE, the People, are in charge, whether WE know it or not.  Take your power back before it’s too late!

Your “I-phone” is not your friend.

PRESERVE THE WILDERNESS! Peace~M

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the spectacularly sunny, snow kissed, super stunning island of Nantucket! ‘Tis good to be with you on a glorious Tuesday High Noon on the sacred shores of Craigville Beach.  It is The Sixteenth Day of January, 2018, and although this reporter was not ‘under contract’ to write any more blogs this week, I simply wish to send out a ray of hope in a rather dismal season most look to winter as, especially this one in some parts of the country, right Kent, Connecticut?

God’s speed with the frozen river floods!

One can find the polar opposite in winter however, especially here on this little sand bar. For yesterday could not have been bleaker; snow squalls, dark skies, stiff winds and frigid temperatures put the exclamation point on mid-January. Yet today, the sun came out, the birds chirped loudly, the snow began to melt in that kind, low, winter light and walking the ocean’s eternal sands, with the abundant wild things flying here, swimming there, I could not help but feel as though everything will be alright.

Because it has to…

Have a great day Y’all!

PRESERVE THE WILDERNESS! Peace~M

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the grey, cool, damp and quite dapper island of Nantucket! Great to be with you and yours once again, broadcasting LIVE from the sacred shores of Craigville Beach on ‘the Mainland’… It is The Fourteenth Day of January, 2018, Sunday a little after noon, and so far, fingers crossed, no ballistic (nuclear implied), missile threat has been issued by the great state of Massachusetts, ooops, was that the wrong button to push? What exactly does one have to do to make that monumental mistake? Or was this simply another case of predictive programming, coming at ya live on the old boob tube 24/7, or your ’selected device’ one wears around their neck these days as an accent piece.  Or the yolk to truly IS.

“Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain”

“The Wizard of Oz”, circa 1939, tells the masses to follow the yellow brick road and pay him (deep state/illuminate/lizards, etc…) no never mind!  And so far, by gum, they’re doing just that! Throw ‘em another bright, shiny, blinking, buzzing, radiating, enslaving technologically advanced play thing, and they will do whatever WE tell them to!

“…welcome to the machine”
~English Rock band The “Pink Floyd”

Happy trails Y’all!

PRESERVE THE WILDERNESS! Peace~M

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the frigid, sunny, relatively calm island of Nantucket! Good to be with you on this Seventh Day of January, 2018; Sunday High Noon, as this little sand bar that ‘time’ forgot looks forward to some relief from the rather cool temperatures over the past several days, sporting a winter hurricane and all at the beginning of the week end, indeed, a very powerful storm whose low pressure bottomed out at 951 millibars and winds topped out at ACK (Nantucket Airport) at 76 mph, with wind chill air temperatures hovering well below 0.  Boston had never seen flooding as bad as this ocean storm created, in fact, all along the coast of this great state of Massachusetts, in towns like Revere, Marshfield and Newburyport (Plum Island), streets turned into salty rivers, reminding all just how powerful Mother Nature really,

is…

Have a great New Year Y’all!

PRESERVE THE WILDERNESS! Peace~M