I would have been much happier working on creative works with a small team of people. I couldn’t get that to happen. TOO MUCH HISTORY. I’ve been a ghost in the wilderness so long, people forgot I existed and didn’t know who I was when I showed up for L.A. court time in recent years. People actually did not recognize me nor speak to me like I thought they would. I AM TOO DEAD EVEN THERE. Guess I am supposed to be!
It is okay to be dead to work people. It means I have no commitments to them too. No gang members chatted me up either, so no commitments to L.A. gangs either.
I am still ill and weak. It’s just as well no one wants me for work anywhere. Not well enough anyway. I’m starting to adjust my own goals for upcoming years, like being more practical and lowering expectations for myself. I’m having to embrace the real kind of retirement and retirement age and probably need to. I simply took on too many hits in life, tougher ones and more than I thought possible. Recent health problems is forcing me to rethink how to handle my future. I don’t feel as fearless as I used to. I have greater worry now.
This could be a big topic, with my experience I’m keeping it small just as a note.
I’m a HUMAN BODY better equipped for at home problem solving. Governments may have placed PHYSICALLY TOUGHER HUMANS in workplaces.
I may still be teamed up with the bigger bodies virtually whether they know it or not. Same goes for me, I don’t know what all the connections are. Humorously… it may look like some of the big bodies belong at home and the weak ones in workplaces, however… someone may have needed to be very practical in regard to the places I was connected with in my youth.
Yes, I agree. Some gang members said they were going to “keep the ho’s for themselves”*. And planned to give ME to others. This was around 1977-1979 time frame in Honolulu, HI when I learned about it. I am not certain who was holding me at the time, nor who I may have been traded to. I was not a trained “ho”. NEVER EVER. In fact my body was very injured from gang violence early in life. I may have been AT PUNAHOU SCHOOL campus during this conversation.
More than one “Trippy Dodds” had appeared. One was a boy, another a small tough Mexican criminal man. The criminal man was VERY ANGRY that I didn’t “want him”. I tried to explain my age. I was in SECOND GRADE… SEVEN YEARS OLD… at the time. YES, they were THERE ON CAMPUS and IN A CLASSROOM. I had befriended the boy and did not know who this very ill behaved man was.
I may have gotten Punahou as a “construction person” here’s why. They asked me to leave when “[I]… was not paying for things.” I was actually spoken to as if I were a lead of a construction team and not seeing that people and things were paid for. “You are causing a problem at the construction site…” the man started to tell me while talking to me while I was on a walk between buildings on the campus. “I’m NOT AT THE CONSTRUCTION SITE. What construction site?” He basically asked me to LEAVE PUNAHOU because I was not managing a construction team properly!**
* A Mexican Donovan male in San Diego HAD HIRED men and women to be “ho’s” in Hollywood and possibly elsewhere. These people made million$ over time. I was NOT AN ADULT HO WITH THEM AT ALL!!! Originally some looked ANGRY WITH ME… and I was NOT that Mexican Donovan. Not even a good friend. There was an older one and a younger “Mexican Donovan”. He/they looked like human traffickers and worked for La Jolla, CA people. One of them wanted to snoop me with his TWO MEXICAN DAUGHTERS and I got upset, real upset back then. I was young, it is very possible there may have been MANY “Mexican Donovans” that were human traffickers.
**It was NOT THE FIRST TIME… I was somewhere and asked to leave, and leaving behind adults(usually more than one) after I had been there first. I was somewhat used to it. I may have asked when I could come back. I thought I needed schooling?
I’m now beginning to think I got Punahou as a child of construction people… and that’s how I got the classrooms! Someone may have put me WITH OTHER CHILDREN that belonged to the construction people… like a school/day care while they were working? Is that how it began? Is that why adults just showed up at the classrooms to harass children and tell the teachers what they wanted to happen? Why they so easily removed me from the campus and put me back again?
AND THEN… I was kidnapped to places to be ALL I WAS and MORE.
In fact, someone right now in 2024 is trying to use me as if I am “ALL” and I’m actually “nothing”… I don’t have my original mafia* name, mafia money or mafia contacts and mafia connections to do much at all. On an average day I feel accomplished just getting a doctor appointment, arriving on time, and being able to pay for it.
There is a possibility I am Russian by some part of my DNA and/or adoption. Would you believe it if I told you this while I stand as a U.S. citizen, firmly on U.S. lands… possibly from birth? If I am Russian, am I a rogue, an outcast? Someone so stuck in the U.S.A.’s problems I joined all kinds of people from all over the world to love and hate this [censored] country? Yeah, I wonder about it myself. Honestly, I may have been adopted by some high level Russians in Los Angeles, CA in the 1970s and people just don’t talk about it.
As I write this, there is a historical debate going on. It is between Kamala Harris a black or Indian woman and Donald Trump very white man*. They are after the highest seat in United States of America politics. I’ve heard the debate is not going well. I watched a couple of minutes… looked great! Here’s why.
They are actually listening to what each other is saying and coming up with their own answers. Some answers may be very old and very repeated, some are not at all, right? What matters is that are NOT matching eye to eye at all, they are very different people.
What may be interesting to some people is that over one hundred years ago… any colored skin person in the United States appeared to be below white people no matter how bad or evil they were. And people KNEW this was a mistake.
It has taken so long for people to make some corrections in the NATURE of this country.
I don’t want to comment on the debate itself. I feel it is wrong to do so. I want to sit back and see what happens. WHO actually gets the Oval Office. Can you imagine? If Kamala wins, this is a complete FLIP of the “old United States”. If Donald wins, I am not certain of our future path. He has demonstrated a very negative attitude from pre-1900s.
What worries me is this is about a top seat, a very important seat. I am not convinced Kamala owns it. Donald may come out above her because of his longer history with people globally. He can connect with the “white world” better than Kamala can. She is a strong force. So is he.
What could happen is she stays in politics one way or another. That would still be a win. If she gets the big office, fine. If she doesn’t fine. If Donald gets is and brings more of the pre-1900s ethos and mentality… the U.S.A. still has some growing to do and may have to run yet more “colored” people toward the presidential seat(s). Not give up, please. The world is round-enough to be including so many colors globally that “white” is almost a minority.
*COLORS??? Oh I feel terrible and not. Humans still need to be able to make associations for negative and positive thinking. We DO still have to speak of history by way of witnessing “whites” and “colors”. These are superficial ways of knowing a person. It does point at DNA and history. Be educated when you think of “look” to help define a person. This is ONLY THE BEGINNING of the conversation about someone. Average knowledge is working off very simple old history. Educated knowledge… is knowing about the individual and who they know and who knows them and WHAT THEY THEMSELVES have done in history. Cool, huh?
I used to be more outspoken in public places about political things… issues, people, places, events. It may disappoint people that I am not back at it. Please note I have been badly attacked by gang members in the past and my jaw is actually not 100% right now. Old injury.
