Hey you tiny pedophile powers, you already know what I'm about to say here.

The dirtiest word in the English language is not shit, piss, motherfucker, cocksucker, asshole, dickhead or any other pejorative you can make up or name…

The dirtiest word in the English language is WANT. And those pedophiles, those dual citizens, every facist corporation, every MSM in the world exploits every clueless population it can with WANT.

WANT is not NEED.

Want is to desire what lust is to evil.

This is why they can't shut down the internet, or the MSM. But when the Sun does it, they'll want to lay claim. In the worst way known to Man, they will want to lay claim. However, there will be no way to broadcast their intentions and no one left to listen if they could.

God's will in all things.

When I was 18, I decided to follow Jesus and do what he said, which is, give up all I own and follow him so that he might lead me to the Father, like he said in the Sermon on the Mount.

So, in true clueless fashion, I got myself a hiker’s backpack, and proceeded to load it with all the shit I thought I needed to sustain myself on God’s good Earth.

Fucking thing weighed 70 pounds. Oh, but intrepid as I was, that didn’t matter. And all was well, lots of rides, easy going, never had to walk.

Until I got dropped off way out at the end of Colfax, in Denver. This was 73. Long before Stapleton was replaced by the Denver International Airport.

Colfax was nothing but two-lane and a bunch of fields, out that far. Not much traffic.

So, I started walking. Then I get tired, so I stop and decide what I really need and what I don’t. Pile of clothes and dumb shit left on the side of that there road. Down to about 35 pounds now.

Walked a few more miles, started to look like civilization was picking up ahead, four lanes, businesses. First trash barrel I came to, I kept a notebook (always a writer), a Bible, a bedroll, a change of clothes and my guitar. The rest of that shit I thought I needed went in the barrel.

During the years I did 50,000 miles on my thumb, I never carried any more than that. But I did discover Jesus is right. When your stomach knows your throat’s been cut, it’s time for a little prayer. And you find your Creator real fast. Then you begin to understand what Jesus meant, what he likely said and didn’t say, and you’re off on your own individual spiritual journey. Like Jesus wanted us all to do all along. Be your own soul. Find your own way. WITH the Father.

I wouldn’t recommend hitchhiking to anyone now. Too fucking dangerous. All we had to worry about at the time was the occasional Ted Bundy or gangs of rednecks chasing hippies into the woods for fun.

God's will in all things.