Bandit and I now must manage to traverse a distance of 370 miles to get to Memphis where I’ve received an offer of a vehicle, shelter and employment. It’s the first honest offer of employment I’ve managed to secure since regaining my ID and driver’s license two months ago. I’ve only been back in the county for five months now which seems like ages, but given the amount of forward progress I’ve actually made, I don’t feel bad considering how far in the hole I found myself in upon returning under such harsh circumstances.
The exact details about how the stars aligned on that job offer (etc.) is a serendipitous example of reciprocal karma in action and will make for an interesting blogpost sometime in the near future.
Traveling with Bandit, like traveling with a child, adds a great degree of responsibility and challenge to the travel equation, not to mention the extra cost. Keeping him by my side precludes any form of the more affordable mass transit options (trains/buses) available back here in the good ole’ USA. We got used to traveling everywhere together overseas where dogs are welcome most everywhere.
There are a few of my (misguided) friends and followers who have suggested I offload my beloved dog into the hands of a trusted caregiver. Given Bandit’s ebullient and gentle demeanor there are no shortage of folks who are willing to provide excellent care for him.
Let me be perfectly clear. Bandit and I are a family and a team. He will NOT be handed off or left in the care of anyone other than myself for a time period that exceeds an overnight outing. Loved ones aren’t a disposable commodity to me. There is no amount of suffering I will not endure in order to keep Bandit near and dear. Some of you will relate. Some of you will think me crazy. The ones who can relate are those who I feel the deepest kinship.
I’m now left trying to figure the best and most affordable way of getting the two of us to Memphis from here in Oklahoma. My timetable is flexible but the sooner we can get from Tulsa or Muskogee (pick one) to Memphis the better. If I don’t find a more suitable way to travel than walking, we’ll walk back towards Memphis just as we were planning to do in the other direction towards Colorado. It’s half as far as we were planning to trek in the other direction and we had no offer of employment, shelter or transportation once we got there. @thetimchannel Email: thetimtimes at gmail. You know the drill
Benton Mackenzie, 48, was convicted in Iowa district court jury of marijuana manufacturing and conspiracy, along with his wife, Loretta, 43, the Quad-City Times’ Brian Wellner first reported. Their son Cody, 22, was found guilty of misdemeanor possession of marijuana and paraphernalia. Benton Mackenzie, who had been barred by Judge Henry Latham from a defense that explains he grew cannabis to relieve his aggressive and rare cancer of the blood vessels, faces a minimum of three years in prison when he is sentenced later. His family said they intend to appeal the verdicts. Mackenzie said prison may kill him as his health worsens.
Benton Mackenzie is dead.
He should forever be remembered for the way he chose to live, pushing against Iowa’s ancient marijuana laws and a local prosecutor’s unyielding pursuit of a conviction, certainly not justice. Mackenzie chose to use his final days to force Iowans – and all Americans – to stare down hypocrisy and discover how Iowa and Scott County squandered taxpayer money to assure he left this world convicted and impoverished. (qctimes)
Iowa prosecutors hounded and convicted a suffering cancer patient right to the end of his life for the diabolical ‘crime’ of trying to treat his painful tumors with home grown marijuana.
About those tumors:
What kind of barbarians have the people in Iowa become since I left there in 1976?
Why would any rational person go out of their way to commit an act of inhumanity this great against a sick and dying man? When I visited Iowa late last year, I noted that there were so many meth heads roaming the streets it looked like a casting call for Breaking Bad and yet the police and prosecutors are wasting time and tax dollars chasing after terminally ill pot smokers. Not all the pigs in Iowa are in hog containment facilities. Some of them are running roughshod through the halls of their government offices.
The woman, who had a concealed weapons permit,dangerous weapon in her purse was shopping Tuesday with her son and three other children in Hayden, a politically conservative gun nut crazy town of about 9,000 8999 people about 40 miles northeast of Spokane, Washington.
After a barrage of bullshit out of my nieces back in Fort Dodge yesterday, aimed directly at my supposed shortcomings, I took affirmative action to reduce the background noise. It appears that the strategy has been successful and I may now resume my normal political, dog and life blogging. In other words, it’s back to sex, drugs and rock n’roll, or at least as much of each as a rocker my age can muster. Maybe my ‘family’ figured out by now that the things they think they can use to undermine my “authoritah’ and “embarrass” me are exactly those things which I have already blogged about? I dunno? Since they complain I haven’t visited them enough over the years while totally overlooking that they have NEVER visited me it’s hard to figure. The clueless self delusion of my family is now the stuff of legend. I’m half hoping they’ll be foolish enough to continue their idiocracy because my web stats are going through the roof! Dawn’s mangling of English alone is comedy GOLD.
Yes certain things were shared pre Tim in America, but your dilutions in your mind make them worse than they are. I’m done doing laundry on here, I have FAMILY to attend to that’s far more important than how u feel or were treated. Enjoy the last of the money u have left, lololol (Do you even have enough money to be able to feed and care for your recently adopted dog Molly?? Not according to your mom! You won’t find any happiness waiting for me to go broke sweetie. Dam, that’s gotta sting!)
When Rita found out her chemotherapy at the Hemer Lung Clinic was not as effective as she had hoped, she walked away from the treatments (against doctors advice) and she opted to take a more ‘natural’ approach to her death than that which the medical profession would have preferred.
Giving Up on Radiation and Chemotherapy
It was at that point that I started working on her rationalist eulogy and she started working on her last letter to her mom. When she finished writing it, she gave it to me with the following caveat:
“If my mom treats you with dignity and respect upon my death just hand her this letter and walk away. If she treats you like a criminal and disrespects both my wishes and your dignity, then do whatever you can to make sure that EVERYBODY sees this letter.”
The full letter is available for public viewing at the bottom of this post. The following is some expository information I have added as ‘bonus’ material.