Saturday, January 30, 2016


There are many people who are out of work, or scared of losing their jobs.
A dollar buys a nickel's worth; the stock markets & banks are going bust, due to the greed of manipulation; shopkeepers in the US have to keep a gun under the counter; punks are running wild in the streets and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, is there no end to it?
We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, yet we all just
sit watching our Plasma TV’s while some TV Newscaster, tells us that today we had another mass homicide and or some other worldwide violence; as if that's the way it's supposed to be???
It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out any more. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we're living in is getting smaller and all we think is:
"Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let us have our Microwaves, Plasma TV’s and we won't say anything basically; “JUST LEAVE US ALONE!”
Yet there are the others who have no voice, no water, no education, no food, no shelter, absolutely nothing and again no one to speak or even pray for them!
Well let’s pray for those who need it, do a deed of kindness and an act selflessness, secretly or openly for others. With each deed, this may encourage those you help, to do another deed of kindness and or selfless acts for others also and maybe on and on, until we make this a better world for all to live in?
Think about it, GOD gave us a world that can feed, clothe and house all.
So let's share His Love that He hardwired into us all.
Take away the control from the wicked!
Play it now brothers and sisters, for what it comes down to is that it has to be now, right now… LISTEN EH!!!!!
by Sir Richard...

Friday, January 29, 2016

Wednesday, January 27, 2016


I walk on a path deep in the frozen winter’s snow and the noise of loneliness fills my head.
For my thoughts are of my Wife Joyce, other members of Family, Friends and even my Furry Friends that are now since dead.
I listen to the wind blow through the trees, on my face I can feel and see my breath freeze.
My breath deepens and my heart slows as the cold wears on me, I fall at times to my knees.

I hear their voices loud; in this winter’s air I hear their voices so very clear.
Visualizing each one of their faces, I can see them through every single tear.

Please be Gentle with me.

For I realize that without JESUS and my puppy dog, I would be alone and no one at home with me.
Is this I wonder, how the rest of my whole life will now be?

Do I have people that I call real friends, only a dedicated few talk; but how many will be there in the end?
When death comes knocking also at my door; will there be someone there I can still call friend?

Yet I can still feel the blood flowing through my veins.
I sense this winter’s cold in my head, accompanied by sharp brain numbing pains.

Please be Gentle with me.

Where am I? There is nothing here nowadays that I recognize.
Trees begin to blend into bushes, I cannot trust my eyes.

As I am living in this sense of loneliness, like I have never felt before.
I wish I had someone to talk to such as Joyce, as I grab at the falling snow…

I find myself wanting to tell someone of all the things I feel.
How the only thing that I ever wanted was a Wife like Joyce, who was so real.

Never thought it was too much to ask for, a Love to treat me the way I treated them.
So many people have NO understanding of someone that you Love, who is also your best friend.

For as I trudge in this snow on and on, I can also feel the sweat pour from every pore of my being.
Also I can hear everything, even the most distant of birds giving me a winter’s song of warning.

Please be Gentle with me.

In this cold I feel my thoughts slow, as if I were on the edge of sleep.
Trying as I struggle to make sense of these feelings, that are running in me so deep.

Slipping on ice, falling, I roll onto my back and look up at the sky.
Today I think, it is a beautiful day for me to die.

For this is just a random thought, which I cannot explain?
Is it I wonder, because I wish to feel no more cold, loneliness and pain?

Then I would no longer hear the faint sound of my heart beat.
Again I hear GOD my Father, JESUS CHRIST, and HOLY SPIRIT in voice say; “Come and get thyself up on thy feet!”
Please O LORD,
Please, be Gentle with me…

Monday, January 18, 2016


I remember the thunder storm that night as it rolled along.
Lightning, thunder, the wind in my hair,
Driving around looking for you and our daughter in my Dad's old Chevy,
Like I could find you somewhere.

The hell of that summer, I thought would last forever,
And that looking for my daughter was normal, just something one would do.
Because I thought I could fix it all, with my Love.
I learned that my Love can't, it's not true.

Oh we had some good times,
But near the end they don't seem to last.
I guess my Love was not nearly as strong,
As the drink in your glass?

And the fights just got later, I could not stay up and argue or,
I just go on to bed like I used too.
I never knew nothing about Living Lonely,
But you taught me also that Love often turns out cruel.

That night while the whole world was turning,
You didn't even leave me a note?
As I never even got the chance to tell you that I'd always miss you
and in the end I had to just let you go.

Now once more I crawled off of the dirt, that I stood above,
I brushed off what I've just been through…
For I didn't know we could fall in and out of Love
but Lynn you sure seem too.

Because once again I fell into that Loving Fairy Tale with you,
Now I know Love isn’t so easy.
Then we tried, didn't we, for once upon a time was it not alright?
But I guess some dreams, were not meant to come true...
Written By,
Sir Richard

Saturday, January 16, 2016


On nights like last night or many others, nothing happens special except for the triggers which can set me off like a Frank Slide avalanche of loss.
To combat this mood what I do is to go into my old Mr. Fix It/Team Hope Mode but to no avail, as I hear Joyce say; “Don’t U Dare Use That Team Hope Voice on Me Richard!”
I do not drink, or do drugs and sex ha! Being touched by someone again, well if I maybe just had someone to hold me for an hour, a night, and a day maybe that would help, maybe not?
As I still would be left with this darkness, silence and this frackin aching hopeless loss!
JESUS “Please Help ME!” (Do not quote me back Him, as I know He is here as He is my roommate!)
They took my first little girl but I fought hard and made a commitment that no matter what crap I would have to go through, I would see her and I do see her.
My second little girl who was “Parentally Abducted”, for just IMO shits and giggles, well; I was so angry that I with GOD’s help, moved heaven & earth to bring her back home.
Still after this I was full of rage about it all, so I worked with 407 other Missing Children, whom I was able to bring back to their homes as well.
Also to let U all know and especially the people that considered me; the nervous, emotional, flakey, over caring Richard is in reality “No Dam Flake, eh? As they only brought out my Rage!
In GOD’s Name I forgive you but do you get it now you losers????
I fought hard to protect Joyce and the kids, with some success and I always gave Joyce my all!  Yet now I'm sad and tired, after all I have tried for 21- 28 years, though it seems now like ninety. Now, I am only left with one more round in my chamber and I ask U GOD, is it for others, or me?
Because I got to know Father GOD as You are far too keen on the where and how and not so hot on the why? Yet I still have these lonely nights and I am once again left this darkness, silence and this frackin aching hopeless loss!
With Love and posted by,
Sir Richard…
P.S. One more thing, for as The Martian said; “the only sort of decent Disco Tune is”:

Friday, January 15, 2016


What is a SOULMATE well for me, it's like a best friend,
But much, much, more.
It's the one person in the world that knows,
U better than anyone else.
Someone who helps U evolve into a better person.
Actually they don't make you a better person...
U do that yourself, because they are who inspire you.
A SOULMATE is someone who is carried with U in your heart forever.
For this SOULMATE is the one person who knew U
And accepted U, and believed in U as U do
In them, before anyone else did or when,
No one else would.
For no matter what happens, you'll always Love them and they Love U.
So never forgotten till I am called Home; as U are painfully missed by me,
your reciprocal SOULMATE my Lady Joyce
from your STM Sir Richard…
TRUE LOVE it seemed that with the women throughout my life.
TRUE LOVE was almost just not meant to be.
For I was going to person after person, never giving up, always searching for that earthly TRUE LOVE throughout my life as if I were like a bee.
This TRUE LOVE nectar for which I sought I believed would comfort and grow in me, just as GOD intended but at times it all seemed so impossible to be.
Then one day my co-worker, my fellow lunchroom companion, my confidant and my Best Friend of 28 years, There was where I found my
TRUE LOVE for it was she.
My biggest regret is that now that my U have past. Is that I shall never feel the arms of U, watch U sleep at night and see the beauty of your back and curves.
To be held again, in safety close to your chest...
"When GOD created man and woman, he was thinking, 'Who shall I give the power to, to give birth to the next human being?' And GOD chose woman. And this is the big evidence that women are powerful."
In Equality and Love as this was posted by,
Sir Richard…

Tuesday, January 12, 2016



Attended the Tom Baker Cancer Centre for my yearly check up and my Sarcoma Cancer which I read in my file while the Docs were out of the room today. Was a High Grade Tumor of the size of 6.1 CM. It also said at one point in the 2010 notes part that I had max, 3 years to live so no later than 2013 but now it has been 6 years & I am in a rare case remission. They told me the rare case part, had to as usual snoop the rest for myself! Ah, so who cares! GOD has Blessed me! Amen.
Sir Richard

Thursday, January 7, 2016

SATURDAY JAN. 9th 2016 SIR RICHARD @ 61 :)

SATURDAY JAN. 9th 2016 SIR RICHARD @ 61 :)
And now for my favourite song of all songs:
I say this to my Family, Friends and those whom I Love and have Loved.
As I squeeze off another round of life, I have only one wish for all of you!
That you celebrate each of your Birthdays with as much passion and conviction as you might have done with your lives!
Please keep in mind, that each breath you take throughout each day that you’re alive, is really a blessing from “GOD”. Until the day that we are all called home!
So keep your eye on the sites, your powder dry and your safety off only as needed!
As I “Thank All of You” for the blessing of knowing each one of you, good or bad for you have all taught me something.
At the same time I thank “GOD” for blessing me with another year of the 61 years of my life and yes, this is my life’s song:
Sincerely and with “Love to You All” from,
Sir Richard...
P.S. may your Birthday when it arrives, also be Happy! :)
Oh, by the way Joyce…
My biggest regret is that now that my wife has past. I shall never feel the arms of a woman, watch her sleep at night and see the beauty of her back and curves. Be held again in safety close to her chest...

Wednesday, January 6, 2016


President Chester A. Arthur was born on October 5, 1829, in North Fairfield, Vermont USA. President Barack Obama was born on August 4th, 1961, in Honolulu, Hawaii USA. Senator Rafael Edward "Ted" Cruz was born on December 22, 1970, in Calgary, Alberta Canada. He wants you to forget he was born in Canada.
Yes, Cruz is an American citizen because his mother is and was at time of his birth. But he wants his fans to think he is a “natural born” citizen, just in case he ever decides to run for President but conservative teaparty people can’t have it both ways, they can’t keep stirring the pot of whether Barack Obama was born in the U.S. (which he was) and keep insisting that to be eligible to run for President a candidate must be born on U.S. soil.  Being born in Canada, makes Cruz a Canadian citizen, as well, though Cruz claims he's "renounced" that. Officially, though, he aparently is still a Canadian unless he’s completed the official paperwork.
The Canadian government, there are six steps to prove eligibility for renouncing one's citizenship. Once eligibility is ascertained, Cruz would have to fill out an application and fork over a $100 fee the same amount is required to grant citizenship, in case you were wondering.
According to Canadian Citizenship and Immigration Canada, under the Canada's Citizenship Act, "children born in Canada are automatically Canadian citizens, unless they are born to foreign diplomats" (Ted’s parents were not diplomats and Ted’s dad at that time was a Cuban and not a US citizen) and hence "those who automatically become Canadian citizens do not need to apply for citizenship and have a Canadian Passport, duel citizen or not."
So yes, because Cruz released hus birth certificate (see Attached Below), we know that he was indeed born in Calgary, making him a Canadian citizen despite never formally applying for citizenship.
Ted says; “that I may technically have dual US and Canadian citizenship,” in a statement. “Assuming that is true, then sure, I will renounce any Canadian citizenship. Nothing against Canada, but I’m an American by birth and as a U.S. senator; I believe I should be only an American?”
This tidbit of silly is posted by, 
Sir Richard...
P.S. I also do not like Trump, for his persona is enough IMO, to gag a maggot.

Monday, January 4, 2016


During the First World War an Expeditionary Corps [two brigades], consisting of about 20,000 men was sent from Russia via Vladivostok to Marseilles to fight with the Allied troops on the Western Front against Germany.
The Russians fought at Amiens along with the British troops. They were also involved with the French Army in heavy fighting
at Chemin des Dames, where the French lost 250,000 men in April 1917 thanks to the great planning of General Robert Nivelle and faced a mutiny amongst their troops.
The Russian Brigades had taken heavy casualties also, and after the there was considerable disaffection amongst the Russian troops on the grounds that they "were fighting for the French and far away from Mother Russia", with whom they apparently saw no common cause.
This apparently lead to the Allied command segregating the Russians at a camp at Courtine: Camp Militaire, north west of Courtine by about two kilometres. ["west of Clermont, east of Limoges, north of Ussel"]
There was subsequently a "rebellion", including a refusal to fight, within the Russian ranks.
Two separate camps, basically one for each brigade, developed from the Courtine base. One had discipline problems but was able to be controlled to some extent and was used to suppress the other, which remained at Courtine and basically disintegrated as discipline failed completely.
The French response, after Russian authority collapsed, was to surround the camp and, using a newly arrived Russian artillery unit backed by French troops and artillery, they shelled the rebellious Russian encampment and also after some fighting in the camp, "order was restored".
I gather this exercise resulted in about 10 dead and 44 wounded Russians, plus an unknown number shot by their compatriots as they tried to leave their encampment.
The surviving troops were dispersed to numerous jails and camps in France and North Africa.
This tidbit of WW1 insanity is posted by,
Sir Richard…
P.S. War really is a vast open air factory where the hours are long, unions are not permitted, safety conditions that are routinely flouted and people’s lives wasted for at times neither Good or Bad!
No more people have died on this planet then they would have died, if they were not killed in a War.
by Richard...

Sunday, January 3, 2016


A roaming cat had acted as an intermediary between Allied and Central Power Western Front lines and was used by the English, French and German soldiers. So they could send messages to each other by tying scraps of paper to this cat's homemade collar.
The cat would then run back and forth across No Man's Land, from one trench to the other.
Actually like all cats do that are not house bound (as they should be), was really just looking for temporary lodging, comfort and food.
So when the superior officers of all three armies found out. They ordered that the cat was to be caught and should be shot for its being a fraternization go-between.
For it was after a Christmas truce of 1914 when enmity miraculously faded and one German soldier in his dug-out sang “Stille Nacht. Then his English opposite number joined in with “Silent Night” and the deadly enemies shyly scrambled out into the open air, some clutching presents of rum and schnapps, and whiskey, lebkochen. With Huntley and Palmer's digestive biscuits; and they began to swap them with broad smiles, impromptu football matches also broke out up and down the battle lines...
Thus enabling fraternization to begin between the warring troops, on the Western Front of World War One.
These popular displays of comradeship; these congenial armistices; these undeclared and unauthorized cease-fires…
Were of course outlawed by the all governments at war and declared that all such happenings as high treason!
All Committed offenders, were subject to the same field punishment, namely the firing squad.
The cat, however, as all cats, was a law unto itself.
It would wait purring patiently after feeding whilst cheery little note scrawls in English, French and German.
Was being attached to a homemade collar for such purpose of communicating between the armies, that had notes which read such as:
“Hello Fritz.”

“Gutentag Tommy.”
“Fröhliche Weihnachten, Tommy.”“Happy Christmas, Fritz.”
“Joyeux Noël”

Back and forth the cat skipped across the mud and snow, to the other trench across the hard, unforgiving soil of No Man's Land; first appearing at Mons and later at in Passchendaele.
This communication by cat was judged by the top Military Brass to constitute a threat!
Through its enabling treasonous acts this cat, through its being an accessory to the undermining of moral.
So the cat was finally arrested and shot for espionage after it arrived in French lines wearing a newer collar than usual and bearing a note (in French) which read “which regiment are you from?” The General in charge decided just to follow the letter of the law, the cat was shot by firing squad for spying.
That was World War One; a war crime that left fifty million dead, including a hungry cat,
Who's barely ever mentioned but whose bloodstained paw-prints are a lone, feline testament to war's absurdity!

The source  for this story is from the Christmas truce film “Joyeux Nl”, the Director of the Film, Christian Carion, drew on a real life story of a cat who as I said one day was ultimately shot for treason. The real-life story was so ridiculous and upsetting, Film Director Christian Carion decided not to include it in the film but only mention it in passing, because he thought the viewers of the film “Joyeux Nl”, would not believe the truthful absurdity of a cat being shot for treason.
This the stupidest thing that I have ever read from,
Sir Richard...
P.S. A cat looks down upon a man, and a dog looks up to a man, but a pig will look a man straight in the eye and see his equal. by WINSTON CHURCHILL

Friday, January 1, 2016


I have lived 1 year longer with my Cancer then they said. If I may, U R ALL Beautiful Angels and thx for those of U who stuck with me and brightening my darkest of days! PRAISE THE LORD!!!
With LOVE from,
Sir Richard...