A Posting for Our Canadian Military, And Our Troops At The Front In Afghanistan

Here I sit at my computer thinking and writing my thoughts to relay a message to our Troops at the war front. Crazy life being me, Doctor Goober Mickeal, and I think of the Troops serving our Country very dearly. Reposting of my piece of art, the "Featherlight", is now on this blog posting for Internet viewing once again, the art was done in memory of one of our fallen soldiers at the start of the Canadian involvement in the Afghanistan conflict. I have an art show in my apartment window, the art show contains a Canadian Flag, and I lower it to half mast every time the best of our trained Soldiers in the Afghanistan war front, fall while in battle or securing roadways for the Afghanistan people. Thus I posted an image of my CanadianFlag at half mast, from my art show in my apartment window, along with the "Featherlight", less we not forget our fallen Troopers from all our Military activity over a multitude of generations. Funny how I just bought a replacement tool at the first of the month, due to the original one being sabotaged in my home/office/shop. I turned to use the tool today and discovered that it was sabotaged during an illegal entry into my apartment again. Like my Troops at the front, I can not keep up with this stupidity, every move I make is undermined by a demented cult. At least France wrote some laws to cope and deal with demented cults in their country some ten years back or so, I believe we are still working on it with the Premier of Quebec. I do not have an Art Manager, for a very long period of time actually, and I know I got a whole army of people here in Canada (they are like my passengers on my philosophical/theological H.M.C.S.Answer) working 175% plus, striving to ensure I can raise mega tax dollars once again through my proto type inventions and art sales. When I get to fix some of my computer software to post pictures on my blog again, I will put images up with my postings as before.(Took care of the technical glinch, July 17th 2009, thus images are posted) I yearn for a lot of small things, finishing of some military type art I started. A motorcycle ride with a very special Canadian Native Indian Lady,(I dubbed her motobike, her "Ironhorse" from old Native tradition) who I have been in touch with recently, go berry picking out in the woods with her, recite a poem that I wrote for her while playing my guitar, and have her take me canoeing like she promised me. I did a lot of canoeing in my youth, and it would be fun to play that old canoe game with her, to try and throw your partner out of the canoe by rocking it, but keeping the canoe upright and staying in it through a rocking and balancing act. (it was a training exercise for learning to shoot rapids in a canoe) Then of course, I now have a dream of escaping from all the demented fuck heads and their demented cult sabotaging my life, by finding a plot of sacred soil out in the woods and building a lean to type home, which would be equipped with a solar cell and battery,(as an Engineering Technician specializing in buildings, I could more than likely really automate a lean to), so I could continue on with my art and music in some sort of peaceful harmony. Like my Lawyer said to me in the Court House here in Montreal, only mobsters want me dead or alive, so let them try tracking me out in the woods, I spent a lot of time out in the woods as an adolescent. I am fully aware of winter camping survival techniques, so I will probably do alright! (After all, I have already fought off three attempts of arson to my apartment, one kind of gets fed up) Thus to finish writing some songs I started, practicing old WWII songs so that I can play them with military type precision, get some animation software to do a recycling video with my Fly character I created. Doing a video of me struggling out of a straight jacket to a piano sound track, I got out of a straight jacket once before while in hospital, then threw the straight jacket on the Nurse's desk and asked for my "Hero Bisket", a players light cigarette, Players smokes, were a WWII issue for Canadian Troops. (Note: Do not smoke cigarettes just because I do, I work with a Doctor for my bad smoking habit, it is generally unhealthy and not approved by the Surgeon General of Canada.) Anyway, I got an over load of work to do catching up on things, such as doing repairs from all the industrial sabotage and breach of trust problems I have to contend with, due to asking someone that is a real demented fuck head to be my art manager, I did not know at the time that she was such a demented fuck head as well. It has been a slow learning process figuring things out with my favorite radio station, honest people of my local TV News Stations, Hospital Staff, Theology Department at Concordia University, along with associates on the street. Till later my men and women in Canadian Uniform, I pray we continue building a strong and powerful Nation to supply the Troops with the best of everything at the war front. Your Trooper back home, dreaming of spending some time with a real woman or two, my Native Pocahontas for one (Funny how my Pocahontas is and was my first high school sweet heart, I started her Captain's log way back when with some tokens of affection and a love note, my blog is symbolic of my engineering log, as her Captain's log is sealed with my sign of approval, I finally got a major piece of rigging built for you sweet heart, time you visited your engineering pit with some crew members to protect our intrests, you did promise me to come in and see me)(And then there is my "Lorrie Bear", funny how she became somewhat of my ship's Communication Officer through the British MI5(a Lorrie is what the British call a truck)...every ship has a radio room...just something about very special women always protecting my interests) Even I have dis-information/information in my blog postings due to demented fucks I had to deal with all my life, as dis-information/information floats about me in the media .....Doctor Goober Update, July 23 2009: Like I discussed with my Parole Officer today, certain people are trying to manage things, so that I get murdered as a way to steal my art collection and engineered proto-type inventions, it is a complex get rich scheme being well managed, along with the fact that I, Tinkered, Tailored, Soldiered & Spied and came across the evidance that the American Klu Klux Klan worked with Muslin Terrorists to take down the World Trade Centers in New York. (Who are all these Political Assholes that say I am full of crap, really now, I blasted the KKK broadcast all over the neighborhood!!!! A lot of people heard it thanks to me, who is laughing now?)Even the tape recording I had proving this has been sabotaged, but the Quebec Provincial Police have the monitored evidance of this particular sabotage. My Parole Officer closed with saying, "I do not know what I would without you, you should never have been cock teased into a Court Room"......It is like...do not mess with the" Head" head fucker...to many demented fuck heads messed with my life for too long...

Doc GM