As there is absolutely positively zero doubt in my mind my favorite “person” on Earth, Brody, was murdered, and that it was only made possible via real-time tracking tech (I was already trying to get people’s attention on the fact I was being aggressively hunted back to my literal house each time I went to downtown Portland by thuggish Conservatives throughout 2024, it’s not like I wasn’t already saying “yo, something very bad is coming to me”), paired with malicious slander which portrayed him as the very same “threat” to the community that has been applied to me …. I just want to honor his life. I also included the picture of Shere Kahn my very first little baby because everytime I cry over Brody I see Kahn framed on my wall too and I feel I need to remind you Kahnner that “I NEVER stopped missing you too, I haven’t forgotten you either just because I’m so torn up over Brody right now.” If anybody knows anything whatsoever about things that may or may not have been done to me via abusive surveillance tech and protocol, this is the time to speak out, to change things. Don’t do it for me, I’m unlikeable. Do it for these guys. THEY suffered under this too. I feel like Brody died way too young only because he was my dog and no other reason.
I keep reliving this scene from 2021 and I hate myself for it. The decision that probably changed everything. I drove Brody out of the country, all the way into Mexico, with no intention to ever return that spring. Brody loved it! The picture where he’s clearly sleeping heavily is the very same day I refer to in my Wenatchee Marathon post where he was just running his ass off, so so so so so unbelievably happy and stoked and we were just living this little dream and finally feeling totally free together (we didn’t get to just go run free in America ever). He was so exhausted he just passed out with his little tongue sticking out. It’s the exact same way he looked laying lifeless on that table in the vet’s office when they told me his heart stopped and pretended to be sorry and tried to upsell me on some stupid ass clay paw print memorial immediately.
Anyway, the scene was this. I had been riding with this dude I literally picked up on the side of the road somewhere South of San Quintin in the hottest mf place on Earth ever, where the cacti are as tall as evergreen trees in Oregon, and he was pretty cool. He didn’t ask me to do so, I just was kind of worried about him hiking in those conditions on the highway. He had immigrated to America in the 1990’s, he said, even lived in Portland for a while. He subsequently moved to the Los Angeles area where he’d lived ever since, raised his kids, worked as an electrician, and then one day …. deported!
He had mentioned the rigors of this, how he had survived entering America only by drinking his own urine in the unbelievably harsh desert, seen the literal skeletal remains of little kids who didn’t make it, been involved in a shootout at the crossing where he caught one on the ear (no BS, I saw the scars), of how he’d then been put on the “diesel chains” upon previous deportation, flown from one place to the next needlessly and finally dumped as far away as possible from his home (it wasn’t his first time being deported). And how this time he didn’t want to try to go back, his parents had recently died in Guerrero, he’d put away a little dough from his job, and he just wanted to go home. Essentially I picked him up because he seemed in a distressed situation, just hiking on the roadside in very very harsh conditions. But as he said it, in wake of his parents’ passing and his deportation, he’d chosen to hike all the way from Tijuana to La Paz, it was his plan, more of a healing journey. The marathoner in me immediately understood. Eventually I told him my own story, the whole thing, my being officially “insane” in America, a “racist,” a “criminal,” (mind you, so was he, he sold meth in 1996 as a means of survival on arrival), at one point, and he simply said “I understand why you needed to leave.” Dude has just been through it!! Brothers in our Pariahhood.
There’s more to this and it’s always stood out to me. Dudes who have lived on both sides, America and Mexico, seem to be more empathetic than those who are one or the other. Anyhoo … This dude got wrapped up in some BS with police / immigration where they started questioning him and they were like “do you do anything physical with your wife?” And I have to laugh, it’s funny if not for my own knowledge of how American police use this kind of s*** against you, how it actually tore him apart from his wife, have done so viciously against me, and no other country does that … he’s 100% honest and he says to the people questioning him: “when we do the sexo, she likes when I pinch her.” And they put him on some DV program or some s***. Haha! So when I described my own situation, the weaponization of “race” by a woman who was technically born in Mexico but fully “Americanized” (key term used abroad but not fully understood when you’re actually in America) over 30+ years, a little busybody “Business Watch” member coming at me with vindictiveness, and a barrage of outright lies, for doing the very thing I’m doing on this page - standing up for myself - his reply as a Mexican-who-understands-American-shittiness wasn’t “let me out of the car,” it was more like “yup, that’s exactly how it is in America!” So for a short while as we were just cruisin’ through the remote desert of Mexico we were both just like “f*** yeah, no more of this soul-draining BS and false allegations from these miserable self-interested Americanized lab rats” … it’s refreshing to be with people who “Keep It Real.” Brody was a refugee too like us, his experience in America under Bullshit “See Something Say Something” Busybodies was so bad, I tried to feed his heart with as much joy as possible but it was so limited here that it’s a blessing that he had such a good attitude. I have always thought a great piece for an artist to do now is Year 2064, the scene where Donald Trump’s Wall is fully built, buttressed with AI surveillance cameras, cyclone fencing, armed guards, drones, and the Americans are begging to be let out, trying to sneak over and under,
The regrettable moment (hindsight is 20/20) was this - we finally made it to La Paz, there was a ferry leaving the next day to “mainland” Mexico, the plan was “we’re doing this.” He had started to tell me about his village / town, it sounded exactly up my alley - small town, near Ixtapa but not Ixtapa, no tourists, you can catch and eat lobster every single day, everybody knows him there, he’ll look out for me, and he was even like “I will BUILD you a house.” I’m like “how much?” He’s like “materials.” Like, it’s his hobby, he enjoys that shit. He was really good with Brody. I was kind of like “you don’t need to do all of that homey, you had me at ‘look out for me,’ that’s really all we need.”
And …. we got to La Paz, parked the car, walked the malecon drinking a couple beers. Our big night in the big city! Mind you we were a couple scruffy ass dirty ass dudes by then, we’d been camping for a long time. It felt weird yet very exciting to be in a city like that, so the mood was sort of celebratory. We got back to my van after our little chill sesh, and that’s when I just got a super bad vibe. There were like, tons of cop cars basically surrounding my car, giant roof-mounted search light pointed right at it, and I’m like …. “FUCK!!!!” Like, I’ve seen this before, I’m 99% sure I know what this is, I’ve been “flagged.” I knew, from all my US experiences, whether through my phone or my car finally being connected to cell towers and ALPRs again … this is only the beginning dude.
I got super pissed. We drove to some area we were supposed to camp at close to where the ferry would take us across. My emotions ran very high. The whole point of Mexico was to get away forever from cops and surveillance and this “future tense threat” battle I know I am powerless to win. In my emotionally elevated state I was just like “f* this! I’m not doing it! I didn’t come all this way for more of the f* same! Just get out and enjoy your life dude.” I basically was just like “see ya later dude” to this dude. It wasn’t really his fault. But I kind of just knew from experience, “if they’re tracking me here, they’re going to track me everywhere.” And that DEFINITELY proved true as my trip got progressively more horrible from there. Honestly I was also worried about Brody, he’s famously not-great at car travel, I didn’t want to risk his health/life by having to crate him for like 8 hours on this ferry, it seemed very risky to Brody’s health.
You don’t know then what’s going to happen to Brody 3 years later in Portland. Had I known, I would have absolutely, despite my emotions in that moment, simply sucked it up, put him on that god damned ferry, and gone to Guerrero with this dude. Nothing could be worse than what ultimately happened to Brody back here. He’d be alive today if I’d simply agreed to short-term risk Brody’s health by putting him on that boat. To short-term set aside my issues with predictive policing and say “YES it’s horrible here in LaPaz (and I would soon learn all over Mexico) but it isn’t better back home, just freaking do it while you have a native Mexican buddy to vouch for you / Brody when shit hits the fan, not if.”
My decision not to risk Brody’s health, and swallow my temporary anger and realize this issue isn’t going away whether I’m in Mexico or the USA regardless, might be the greatest regret of my life. The fact was if you take cops and their network out of the equation, both of us were generally treated better there. “Bravo?!” was the immediate question when this big pitbull came running toward these people’s kids (as he always did! He LOVED them haha). “No no no, muy muy muy amable.” And that was it, plenty of little kids literally rode Brody like a little pony, once it was determined he’s friendly he was kind of a novelty, this big-boned leashed (a dog on leash is weird in some towns there, up at Hoyt Arboretum in Portland Brody being off leash for like 3 minutes = an official complaint) super friendly American dog (to be clear, I fed Brody VERY well just like I do myself, he was super thicccccc, in Mexico that’s weird, you don’t see dogs that look like that so they immediately assume the opposite of my neighbors, that “this guy REALLY LOVES his dog” haha). Brody made SO many great friends there, so easily. Here in America it was more like “get that dog away from me!” followed by “why, he’s not aggressive?” Then, “yes he is! He’s being aggressive! That’s aggression! I am documenting this! And you are yelling and threatening me! Take CONTROL of your pet!” F***g p****ies dude. Time after time.
So yeah, who knows, if I took the ferry, maybe me and Bro would be happily running on beaches everyday and hanging out with our neighbors’ kids instead of being instructed to stay the f* away from them. And that would have been far far far far more satisfying than paying my life savings to run marathons all over the planet which are really my attempt to vainly seek out a surveillance-free jurisdiction more than they are about the running. It’s “escapism” with no tangible means of actually escaping.
Despite whatever I’m rambling about presently, the point is simple - I’m nothing without Brody, who was the second coming of Kahn. And my suffering is really nothing, I wake up everyday, I get to take pleasure in the sunrise, the experiences, the routines, Brody is the ultimate victim, there is nothing remotely as horrible as stealing one’s days from them, especially his which were so joyous, packed with complete utter joy, and promised to be so for such a long time to come. How can you do that to anyone? Why? What do you get from that emotionally that you feel good about it? Why did you become such people? I am keenly aware of all that has gone wrong in my life, so then what went wrong in yours and how is it an excuse for this?
Okay here are my babies. : ) Photos are such bullshit, both of these guys look nothing like they really were, you just had to be there to really see the power of their smiles, their vibes, their hearts, their humor, their adept understanding of the importance of being really silly constantly, their effect on everyone, all the fun we had, you really literally see none of that in these static images but I still cry over them constantly, maybe precisely for that reason, that these mere images are just not the guys I really remember and that those guys aren’t coming back ever. One thing you’ll never see that I cry about each time I get into bed … Brody and I were I think very much made for each other. I’m a very touchy-feely person I guess, I thrive on hugs, kissing, all those taboos men aren’t supposed to do. Like it’s a sign of weakness. And it is! I have these weaknesses and vulnerabilities out there in the big bad world, and I seek out physical contact for comfort. This emotional baggage makes me excessively clingy and all other manner of things human beings tend to be put off by. Well …. then I got Brody!! As unbelievably sweet as Kahn was, he wasn’t quite in the “statistically significant” category of physical neediness like both me and Brody were. Whenever I did get irritated with Brody, it was because he was constantly following me around. Not “following” in the horrible way that police and security do, but literally like, anywhere I walk in the house, he gets up and is right by my side, eager as ever to just “do whatever I’m doing” because he loves me so much. I’m like “dog, that’s exactly what all my ex-girlfriends criticize me for! And it is annoying as fuck. And I fucking love it and I love you!’ So where I’m going with that is, Brody was the only dog I’ve ever met who physically hugged me. He literally wrapped his little front legs / paws around me and we hugged all the time. And kissed. And as anyone who knows him knows, he totally smiled, so big, his smile was so funny and impossible to resist. His vibe was just pure love, I always felt if he were a human he’d be, like, a hippy, I don’t know … he was very sensitive to my voice, especially if I was pissed off, he’d run away and hide and I had to immediately go find him and explain “I’m mad at David my asshole neighbor, I’m NEVER mad at you baby, I am never ever ever mad at YOU!” But it’s interesting that rapping, rap music, the act of rapping, is kind of similar to yelling, it’s kind of loud and aggressive. I’m not good at rapping but I’m always doing it around the house to myself and Brody, who is SO sensitive to my anger, runs and hides when I’m using a similar tone and volume, but he always totally fucking vibed when I was freestyling or just parroting some Too $hort song haha. He absolutely loved it, he instantly knew the difference like “this is good aggression,” like he’d pick on the rhythm, realize this “this shit is dope,” roll over his back and kick his legs around, effectively he danced to it no matter how bad it was, he just generally had an exceptionally strong radar for good and bad vibes (not quality, let me tell you - just vibes, what someone’s intentions are - same dog that barked like a MF when Harney County PD once showed up at the door and I never saw him do it since haha) and knowing which was which. And I danced back, standing over him, grabbing both his paws, and kind of just moving his silly little body side to side while his tail wagged uncontrollably because, as I said, Brody vibed off vibes, if yours is “good,” Brody’s was grrrrrreat, he returns the love you give him 100-fold everytime. So back to getting into bed, I think I referenced that above, that was affection time, typically at that point he was already sleeping on his little dog bed on the floor so he was groggy … so I’d be his little elevator, he knew the drill, go to the bed, stand still, Joe puts his arms under me and lifts me up to my little spot. And then I get in, and even though we’re both tired there’s just this little “good night” routine, he rolls over on his back, he gets his little chest rubbed and petted, he licks my face, I kiss him back and say “thank you little baby,” and he does it again, and I repeat the whole thing again, and everytime I say “thank you little baby” I get another kiss and the cycle just goes until it’s time to conk out …
I think that’s about it, this really doesn’t tie in with my anti-surveillance agenda unless you believe me, which you should, that Brody was killed via enhanced knowledge of things that need to be private - our precise location, on a level more granular than even a mailing address. It’s not about “I have nothing to hide,” it’s about “who in power wants you dead or institutionalized.” The way privacy issues are framed is deeply flawed.
That’s why I say “if you don’t give a damn about me, do it for Brody and Shere Kahn.” Especially Brody. Kahn was actually a key part of my “criminal conviction” 7 years ago, people don’t know this, I acted out out of protection on false allegations against him in his final year of life but the difference was Kahn got to live his life, how many bull mastiffs make it to 16?? Whereas Brody was on the very, very low end of his pitbull life expectancy, and I know what I feed these guys, I know their exercise regimens, I know their “mental health” (Brody was excellent/excellent/excellent on all measures, not the slightest evidence of decline like Kahn seemed to be for the entire second half of his life hahaha), it’s basically obvious to me he was killed, no doubt whatsoever in my mind. This was done by the kinds of people who threaten to “sue” me, who understand the law and exploit it. They understand how little they have to lose by taking a shot at Brody knowing it will indirectly kill me. Nobody gives or ever gave a fuck about him except me, and the law agrees, it’s not a huge amount of time you have to do even if proven you did murder this lowly pitbull.
This page isn’t about the pictures really, Brody didn’t frankly have the luxury of having his picture taken too many times because I was scared to do it, in fact I think the Kahn pic is fantastic but Brody’s kind of suck ; ) Another byproduct of always having to hide from surveillance tech … but I mean, look at him with my brother’s little kids, those kids were great to him and he adored them as you can see (and if you’re too prejudiced to see, let me assure you he’s trying to kiss that little boy who was his good little friend, not attack him as hard as that is for so many of you to understand), and yet this guy was deliberately intentionally portrayed as the Big Bad Wolf in our communities until the real Big Bad Wolves decided it was time for him to go.
I have no fear anymore, no shame. I have nothing to lose. I’ve lost maybe not all, but a lot, many times. I get the picture, I get the pattern, I don’t even try that hard to “get it back” anymore. I know my “place” in the world at this point. But again I appeal to anyone who knows anything about anything, how can you let things like this happen to guys like this even if it’s okay to let them happen to me? This loving, living being is no longer what you see below, he’s a cold inert lifeless 2-pound ziplock bag of dust on my mantle, “a neutralized ’threat’” as euphemized by the powers that be. Stand up to surveillance tech, and to the cultures at your workplaces, your peer groups, your political factions, which try to normalize them and make you feel social or professional consequences of standing up to their pressuring and conditioning. I really believe there are tons of people who know this is wrong, and that what happened to Brody is indeed possible, plausible, and even likely if I’m such a locatable target already, if our locations are known and ‘shared,’ and who maybe have questioned the integrity of some of the people who know this information. This is powerful s*** dude and you’d better be absolutely 110% certain your so-called targets are absolutely everything you’re led to believe they are before you strike … and more importantly that absolutely every last one of your peers is really the kind of person you can totally, completely trust to never, ever, ever, ever abuse such sensitive information. 100% is a very high standard and I can tell you from our lived (or rather, no longer alive) experience that that standard is not and never will be met, locating people puts those people in serious danger absolutely everytime no matter how you spin the “threat” they purportedly pose.
I know I only put 3 grainy pics of Brody up here and they don’t reflect who he was in any conceivable way, but let me be clear. I miss Brody so much it f*** hurts, it hurts so bad, I know and will never be able to prove how, therefore I appeal to “insiders,” some of you f*** know something, you can call me crazy or you can do the right thing and make sure nobody ever goes through this again. To be clear I’m not the victim, Brody is, this guy is not doing, experiencing, feeling the things we take for granted right now because of this, he had no health conditions, he was killed plain and simple. He had at least 5 years of life stolen (isn’t that 35 in human years?)
Nothing else I can say. Do it for Brody. Do it for Kahn. He may not have suffered as much but would have (far more severely than Brody, Kahn really did have dog aggression issues that would have been viciously exploited against him/me in this era even as I made sure he was protected at all times, I shudder to think what they would have done to my beautiful perfect little man Kahn in this current paradigm). Stop this from ever happening to any living being for any reason period. And the only way to do that is to aggressively halt the build-out of the global surveillance paradigm. Not “regulation,” just f**** stop it utterly and completely.
In keeping with my obligation to illuminate and bring meaning to Brody’s death by assassination, we need to really look not only at the quiet war being fought against progressive movements and vulnerable people via surveillance and propaganda; we need to look at the war on specific breeds of dogs in America, overwhelmingly spearheaded by prejudiced Old Guard white Conservatives. Since Brody “inexplicably” died I eventually became aware he and my former dog apparently fit a certain definition - the so-called “XL bully breed.” This basically encompasses any rott, pit, bullmastiff, etc, over a certain weight threshold. Most of them I might dare suggest. Apparently this diverse group has been cut down by reductive and untrue monster-makers to untrue stereotypes and their eradication is advocated by millions for years. They have like, automated systems that never sleep or blink that can detect them now in public spaces just like they do me. On one hand I’m surprised they took it so far as to murder him but on the other, not at all, I was sounding alarm bells about his and my own vulnerability for years, and the aggressive hunting behaviors both he and I had been subjected to February to April 2024, up to the day of this death, were especially intense. A lot of people knew I had serious concerns, I wasn’t quiet about it.
Brody always got treated like shit in the Montclair and Arranmore neighborhoods of SW Portland while I had him, as well as Harney County, Oregon in particular. I didn’t understand there might be a broader movement against all who match his description, just as I’m merely an individual example of things being done to those in a wider net matching my description sociopolitically.
One thing we seldom got in this area in public spaces was kindness. I remember one time shortly before Brody’s senseless death we’re walking down a specific part of the community where things normally don’t go well for us. You might notice there was sensitivity to “crossing to the other side of the street” in other links.
This time was different. This guy takes his hat off and bows his head and holds the hat by his chest. I’m like, “everything cool?”
The answer: “gotta respect the OG!” Just gives an assertive nod in Brody’s direction and Brody puffs his little chest out as though to convey he understands the situation, and proudly takes his walk down his little imaginary cracked asphalt red carpet.
Lately around here that basic respect has been mightily hard to come by. Just as there’s a massive propaganda blitz designed to heighten suspicion and amplify hate toward people like me, under the false pretenses of being “aggressive,” “threatening,” deranged, dangerous, insane, “criminals,” the exact same blitz is coming to these guys who by the way can’t pen their own life stories on the Internet, who die quietly by the thousands if not millions without anyone to eulogize, defend, and set their life story straight.
This is a recent example of the coming Propagadapocalypse.
The thing to always be mindful of is who is behind the headlines - WHY do certain deaths get headlines when thousands of others don’t, and as with any sensational appear to fear in American media, the thing to always keep front of mind is that RATES matter, headlines don’t; that despite how horrible these stories sound, they represent a far, far lower RATE of death than the very human beings who insist on their mass murder in the name of “safety.” That we live in a country of half a billion, a world of billions, and special interests drive the promotion of “XL BULLY” deaths to syndicated mass media for reasons that have nothing to do with “public safety” or especially their level of importance relative to other tragedies.
A great human parallel going on right now is the Great War On All Things Chinese, the sudden intense propaganda blitz implicating China and things made in China and people from China in all manner of apparently very dangerous things that are speculative at best … not the first time it’s happend. See below.
Anyway, these are the headlines hitting the news cycle and which I do not expect to relent. Your job is to fight back, vocally, not simply by adopting “XL bullies,” that wasn’t enough for me, but by being an advocate. EVEN AS THEIR OWNER (I even hate that word, I didn’t see mine as “property” but you know what I mean) I was leaving them vulnerable by not putting out more of my own counterpropaganda, showing the world the 500 million instances of these guys SAVING lives and RASING kids to every 1 life taken and every 1 kid bitten, and maybe being brutally honest about “XL bully” culture crackdown, I’ve been in towns and cities where clearly people, especially men, abuse and manipulate and completely fuck up their “XL bully” and bring a side out of them that will never otherwise surface, that is NOT the dog’s fault dude, I mean, obviously. You treat any living like thing shit and it will maladapt accordingly.
Contrary to the White Conservative Propaganda, here is what’s real, here is what you can and should expect, these represent MILLIONS who can attest very, very, very confidently as to how overwhelmingly rare the above is, and that we also don’t know the conditions in which those outliers were handled (but frankly can assume “not ideal”).
https://www.idogwoofwoof.com/archives/4921
Negative stereotypes, and surprisingly organized special interest coalitions which wrap around them - are WHY Brody was murdered and why there were attempts to get at Shere Kahn (I was just lucky that he was apparently “not on the radar” most of his life so by pure luck he avoided this persecution most of his life). I believe the power that ultimately drove Brody’s death, and cannot be traced, LIVES or lived in close proximity and will likely never be traced or held to account, right here in Montclair, Portland, Oregon, and influenced by extreme disinformation “shared” by people in Harney County, Oregon, where both Brody and my journey began, and no doubt where he was maliciously and intentionally / maliciously put on the radar by anonymous cowards as being a Danger that he never was nor ever could be.
These were communities where in short timeframes of moving in it became clear were shockingly, overwhelmingly, dominated by subcultures of “crimestopping as a hobby” people, even as literally no crimes occur day after day after day there seemed to be a steady cycle of “news” in local forums suggesting total chaos and promoting the need for more vigilantism and police oversight, which flatout did not ever match reality. It seemed people were often making outright false claims of crimes against their property for … more attention personally, more law enforcement patrols, fraudulent insurance payouts, or likely a combination of all of these etc? Not sure, but clearly there was a pattern that suggested outright lying as measured against my incredibly safe lived experience (other than when in the presence of “safety” people ironically). It did not take a massive leap mentally to understand how this translated to the stalking, “prevention and deterrence” behaviors both Brody and I received day after day after day when walking or driving through. And it takes not such a huge leap from there to understand how it could come to be, after several utterly false narratives circulating about both Brody and I being “aggressive,” by this safety-as-a-hobby cult, how this led to what ultimately happened. It is an obligation of being a good human to step up, put your own reputation on the line, and speak up when you perceive something that is clearly malicious gossip, which is so over-the-top out-of-control in America lately. These things, if not checked, lead to real action in many instances that cause irreparable harm, and more importantly, that is in fact the end goal of many who engage in these behaviors under the belief they will never be held to account.
A lot of the tone of this and my other pages might seem more anti-police than that of the average person in America, for good reason. My experience has been different. But I also acknowledge that like you guys judging me, I too don’t know the whole story. A lot of what police do is dictated by protocol - if we get a call or online report about X, we are obligated to respond to location Y and fill out report Z. So it’s not hard for me to see how perhaps many instances where the conspicuous POLICE logo is what I see and respond negatively to, may in fact be influenced more than I know by cowards who hide behind these “anonymous” reporting mechanisms to bring them into my orbit. No question this was how it was done in Brody’s case.
Just for perspective, and recall I am the “crazy” one here officially - if you drive through Harney or Lake County, you’ll see something conspicuous at dusk, and often in broad daylight. Deer Galore! So many deer! Everywhere! And oftentimes also antelopes. It’s cool, it’s fun, they’re pretty. They jumped my fence to eat from my yard at night. Brody chased them.
Brody was an athletic guy but not like “take down a deer” athletic. And YET - that was literally the rationale given by the town when I announced I was getting him. “Old Man Wilbur had a PIT BULL in ‘76 and it killed off all the deer!” Haha. Another thing you hear all night in Fields Oregon … coyotes howling, celebrating their kill. Oh and the sound of mice all in your walls, pack rats all up in your engine block. I remember leaving for a week once, just a week, and I came home to open my door to like a Noah’s Ark scene, it was like rats (pack rats are very cute by the way, I was not alarmed other than the sheer quantity of wildlife), birds, mice, bugs, all sorts of shit, having an unapproved party.
They looked scared and guilty but not too guilty, kind of like “we do this everytime the homeowner leaves town” before immediately scattering back into the cracks and creaky floorboards of my old house … the point being … wildlife THRIVES in Harney County, nobody is endangered (I can’t name a species other than maybe antelope and Joe Leineweber that is not absolutely THRIVING), and the “kill the deer” thing was the most ridiculous thing ever not only due to its implausibility physically (I love you Brody but I wouldn’t bet on you in a million years to take down any deer of any size for any reason no matter how starving you are haha), but just the absurdity of the night time chorus, that everytime you hear that howling chorus, which is all night long, it means a deer is dead, and yet you wake up to seemingly billions of them regardless. I don’t miss the bigotry and hypocrisy and malice of the people but a small piece of me misses the animals, the “pests” that partied in my house when I was away, the beautiful scenes that, when I woke up one day and no longer saw the beauty in them due to the stress and persecution the human beings put me through, I knew it was time for Brody and me to pack up and leave.
The point is it was all such political petty bullshit aimed squarely at Brody’s head and this was the same county that warned me that “Mexico is a lawless country” yet also the place where I’ve never personally experienced more abuses of law, and law enforcement, and false reports placed with law enforcement, in my life, and that I’m sad to say even includes Montclair. I guess the second point is that if Brody weren’t killed for being a danger to children (or whatever the pretense was) in Montclair that he would have quickly been neutralized in Harney County for being a danger to deer, and in light of what absurd false pretenses both are, the question obviously should not be, what’s wrong with Brody and Joe? It obviously isn’t, yet should be, what’s wrong with you?
A lot of people want to “make things great again” these days in America and a lot of us seem to think that might involve rolling back progress. That’s fine if you want to limit to matters of politics and the economy, but not decisions that affect lives without very clear understanding of statistics and real evidence, and comparative control groups - again, I appeal to those humans who want to destroy pit bulls - YOU are statistically more likely to kill me than my dog by far. Who exactly do you think you are? Oh yeah, I forgot - God, Judge, Jury, Executioner.
It’s one thing to harbor a prejudice and frankly that is anyone’s right. But to act on it is an entirely different thing, and that is precisely what was done to Joe and Brody. I endured bullshit police calls weekly by the way, attempts to have me institutionalized when it was learned I had a criminal / psych record, and constant thefts of my outbound mail which they knew were the lifeblood of my livelihood. All formal complaints I made were denounced and viciously retaliated against, by the very people charged with investigating them.
The War on “XL Bully Breeds” is definitely coming to America. Who will stand up for them? Who trusts them? Who trusts me? For some background, I HAD NO IDEA my first “XL bully” even was one! They told me he was a Lab haha. I filtered “pit bull” out of my searches because even I, a fairly open-minded guy, had been manipulated by a stereotype that they are dangerous. I was evicted over him, and I chose him without even a split second of thought. In a way he taught me the futility of letting your own self-worth be dictated by the prejudices and various social and political and petty personal anglings of Mankind.
How funny is that? I literally didn’t even know I had an “XL bully” until about a year in when I was told by several people that he definitely was a bullmastiff, a pitbull, whatever, and yet all knew knew him and me knew only one thing - we were inseparable buddies who loved each other completely, unaware that we were apparently supposed to abide by a narrative by which I regard him with undue suspicion and defensiveness. Crazy to even think about it, and I think the perfect parallel is - to think of anyone outside of my home describing, with no knowledge or them, those inside my home as some dehumanizing objectifying bogeyman, immediately fills me with anger. Yet those same people - their sons and daughters and loved ones - are the very basis by which they find it totally okay to portray mine as such. And when you run into people like this, the only people who in the end are “right” are those with the most power. Obviously I think, in hindsight, only one party was objectively “right” - Joe and Brody, who are dead - but since we don’t have equal power in the situation, those with a power advantage get the nod and control your past, present, and future narrative (even after you’re gone).
So I think it’s very important to not only defend the ones we have, and perhaps most importantly take control of this bullshit industry that even puts such a bad-sounding name on them in the first place (XL bully? Such a pre-loaded smear job. The idea of calling either of my dudes that is so disgusting to even think about!! Kind of like reducing me to a “mentally ill criminal” haha. That ain’t even 1% of the truth if you get to know us). Rather, we should be actively encouraging our “vulnerable kids” to adopt these guys, perhaps it would undo some of the “safety first second third fourth and fifth” culture that wrecked Gen Z. It’s literally, 100% all about who you are and what you do with them.
That said, if you’re a piece-of-shit person? Like most of the people who fucked with Brody and Kahn? Don’t get an XL bully breed! YOU people are a liability to all of us! Because you are the very motherfuckers who actually DO treat them like shit, bring out the worst in them, neglect them, not walk them, not talk to them and pet them, put them out in the cold, and then manipulate systems to file complaints about the very best among us. YES, I am saying that, I was the BEST, and so were my dogs, and it’s indisputable no matter what your bullshit “official records” reflect. I ran into a LOT of angry ass manipulators and losers here in Southwest Portland and Harney County Oregon who were the embodiment of Someone I Would Never Turn My Back On around Brody. These were those whose own dogs and kids were supremely corrupted by their own abuse and neglect, whose pets and kids I myself wanted to rescue, who I strongly suspect may have been those “anonymous reporters” who couldn’t stand to see their prejudices shattered by our obvious and undeniably perfect bond which did not apparently mesh with their agenda.
In closing, we all need to Protect the OGs! Look at my story. I was conditioned to fear the very guys who ultimately saved my life. Call them what you want, and disparage as you will - XL bullies, pit bulls, rottweilers, bullmastiffs - these are our family members, they are not their stereotypes, and neither am I, bitches, and those of us who really know them would immediately dispell anything the rest of you have to say.
Rather, the threat they pose is that of the curve buster - who else can compare? You’ll never smile and laugh more in your life so if you have one, appreciate every moment as I’m sure you do. And protect their future by actively promoting not only their right to exist but their immeasuable value to the betterment, not endangerment, of your communities and families. Show the world they are our greatest asset, rather than liability, and shut their prejudiced abusers down. Don’t let ignorance, fear, and The Powers That Be own the narrative. Share your pics and your videos and promote the only propaganda that matters, The Actual Truth.
My favorite things in life (above) … running and … these HORRIBLE XL BULLIES! I jokingly and often referred to Brody as The Little Murderer, just a dark sarcastic dig at the even darker underbelly of the Montclair Neighborhood of Southwest Portland and Harney County. and their flagrantly false rumors and reports about us. It’s obvious now who the real murderers are. I like to think that by the same methods that you tracked and assassinated us, that a greater power will similarly track your movements and transgressions against us and make a reasonable decision as to what constitutes justice.
