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June 19, 2020



If you no longer wish me to comment then I give you this chance. I imagine my comments make your job and your personal self harder.

Therefore, just say the word and I will never comment in your blog again.
Am I welcome or not?
I say this because of what you do not publish and what you do.
Your job is hard but I am beginning to diverge in what I believe Seattle is becoming and how .
Edwin Godfrey Bahten III


You are always welcome, I just may or may not post them depending on content and sometimes, I am too tired or busy. Remember, I can be disciplined at work for social media content......


Remember, I can be disciplined at work for social media content......
I understand.
Some of that content should be said..but in these days of destroying history...

It is only hopeless if those give up hope.

Man has created and destroyed beyond anything that Man has known.
Atrocity and Wonder; both.

To you holding the line in Seattle: I salute you.
The ones who DO.

I have the utmost respect for you.

,Retired military

P.S. When the rubber hits the road there is almost always blood, mud and tears.
BUT we NEED you.
You are our compact in a Representative Republic.

Never forget that most people respect you, we honour what you do and I wish that in understanding it was that you could SAY some things that destroy the Humanity of Man instead of having this chickenshit bullshit you are under.
Just my opinion RD

No one forgets the life going away of a loved one.
no one forgets the hurt that Man does and the small things some do that makes the sun shine through.

God bless you RD.
God bless all of you.

Next they will have you repudiate,
Treat others' as you wish them to treat you.


your council is SO concerned with guns.
Your mayor, your Govnah...
But when you prima facie evidence of full automatics and the trade thereof.

Where are the orders to 'find out' where they came from, for one.
Secondus, Why the fuck can't you arrest them?
Yet you would arrest a veteran who has all legal paperwork..
It boggles.
fucking boggles my mind.
More and more I think that my 'lost' guns are going to speak.
and this is NOT good.
not good at all.
It's a fucking nightmare.


I must contain my anger, or I won't control my power-
But gods! How long I've waited just to see this very hour!
It's just as well I'm not the one who calls the storm of fire---
Or I would turn this battle plain into your funeral pyre!

The priests all say I must not hate--- but I will not pretend.
I saw the wreck you made of her, my Herald and my friend---
The scars you left in flesh and soul will be so slow to fade---
Oh, would I had your coward heart beneath my naked blade!

I must control my rage, or lose ability to plan,
I must direct the fight from here, not charging in the van.
As you will likewise do, no doubt, for all that you are cruel
And revel in shed blood and pain, I think you are no fool.

But in the name of all the gods, you're all that I despise,
Who planned to take by treachery my kingdom as your prize---
My throne, my child, my people. All, you plotted to despoil---
By tricks that only miracles enabled us to foil.

I must control my fury or let slip all that I've sought-
But vengeance would not be enough for all the grief you've wrought.
Gods grant this day you fall beneath the steel of me and mine---
And drink full deeply of defeat, that cold and bitter wine.

My crown is on my brow, my naked blade within my hand.
My army like an eager hound lies waiting my command.
With how you tortured, killed and lied revealed to them this day---
By all the stars that ever shone,
By all the gods, known and unknown,
For Herald Kris and my Queen's Own---
I swear that you will pay!


Here I come again now baby
Like a dog in heat
Tell it's me by the clamor now baby
I like to tear up the street
Now I been smokin' for so long
You know I'm here to stay
Got you in a stranglehold baby
You best get oughta the way
The road I cruise is a bitch now baby
But no you can't turn me round
And if a house gets in my way baby
You know I'll burn it down
You ran the night that you left me
You put me in my place
Got you in a stranglehold baby
You better trust your f-a-t-e...
Yeah sometimes you wanna get higher
And sometimes you gotta start low
Some people think they gonna die someday
I got news I've got to go
Come on come on up

to come down..
to Seattle


really? really? could the media bend itself over anymore?

who what where what when where and???

Happy to hear you got a weekend, but two days seems stingy given your work week.

Will you get vacation this year?

Yes. I will have my vacation. It starts on the 17th.

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