I simply post these pics (below) to further attempt to humanize myself to those who are Hell-bent on dehumanizing me, including members of military, first responders, healthcare, numerous “public safety”-friendly trade unions ( invincibility in terms of being the bloc that determines election outcomes and hence gets no crackdown), transportation unions, public utilities and ISP workers, property managers, store managers, customs / immigration and by extension select postal employees. I know that sounds like an exhaustive catch-all list but there really are that many turds floating around the “public safety” punch bowl. To be clear, it’s not just “police” per se destroying my life. It’s become a society-wide industrial complex, borne of the “private-public partnerships” language post-9/11, about which you can educate yourself (and decide your stance) via my Articles Archive. And I will double down on my claim that it is deliberate abuse of powerful tracking tech and unaccountable reporting systems, not misuse or accidental consequences, wreaking havoc on my life. The malicious-bigot-to-false-positive ratio I encounter in my daily life is astounding.

I don’t have a lot of images to share mainly because it’s unsafe for me to carry a device anywhere. So the few pics I get are when there’s someone else standing by willing to snap and email me a shot, or I’m in a race and they’re hired to do so. It’s a bummer because there is so much more I would love to photograph from my travels that I simply do not due to my fear of what will follow the identification of a device tied to my ID. Anyway, just a friendly reminder to you safetyists that there are real human beings with real life stories that read nothing like the lies you crucify them within from the cowardly shelter of your “public safety systems,” for the sake of masking your own self-esteem issues. You hide behind badges, unions, committees, HOAs, rubber stamps, official reports, boards, neighborhood & business watch groups, societies, and veterans groups for a reason after all and it’s not because you’re awesome people. ; )

My vacay photos run in stark contrast to my local yokal videos in America, which very clearly define (a) the absolute low points in my life where I felt my destiny was forcibly placed in the hands of bigots, and (b) the juxtaposition between the vibe I try to embrace and the f***d up vibes this subcommunity of safetyist zealots keeps coming at me with, esp in the very overrated Pacific Northwest! I don’t care if you’re a Democrat or Republican, if you love real freedom then you should support my “agenda,” as I’ve suffered at the hands of both sides … what I’ve been made to go through centers on those who are bizarrely united by their fetish for surveillance, control, dominion, and this bad faith profession of devotion to “safety” … which oddly mirrors the self-interested hypocrisy that afflicts religious hypocrites.

At the end of the day, what I hope my pictures show is that - even if much of my daily life is total BS, needlessly compromised by “public safety” interests without recourse or due process, and a huge amount of that is now way outside my control — I STILL HAVE FUN gat dimmit! More than I think they think I should be having, let’s just say. : ) So hopefully my pics reflect some of that, that I have been doing a decent job of applying adequate polish to the turd I’ve been dealt. Right around 2018 when I was living at Rock Bottom I was juggling part-time dog-walking gigs around town. I developed a rapport with one of my clients and we would regularly talk about all things including my life situation. He not only was my biggest supporter in terms of getting me to believe in what I was planning to do, but also in repeating his overarching life mantra to me, that “living well is the best revenge.” From the vantage of his plush Pearl District penthouse, who was I to disagree? The proof was in the pudding. But I noticed some other things around his neighborhood and building, that not all of his neighbors were as cool as this dude even if they had similar material abundance. So I began to realize “living well” is not the penthouse, it’s the person, the lifestyle, the choices, the swag, it’s the things you wake up and choose to do and be when life affords you the chance to have a choice. I would say I’ve gone on to perhaps not “live well” like that guy, but that I have done my durndest to put the sparkliest shine on this turd I can given the resources available to me, and to me that feels pretty good!

The little puppy in the bottom image is my “son.” No wife, no human kids. I think that’s a major reason I’ve become such a target for white trash vigilantes (to clarify, “white trash” is oft-associated with “eye sore” people, trailers and tents. My definition of white trash is “the class warrior people who call the police on those people”) and bad actors in low ranking government jobs to hunt and falsely represent me by illegally locating / stalking / reporting my car and self constantly. They know I’m always alone and therefore easy prey. I mention “son” because … I go abroad and occasionally get to chitchatting with a local resident about this and that and … more than once, in more than one country, when I give my age, the questions are predictable: “you’re not married? You have no kids? Why don’t you marry a (whatever-country-I’m-in) woman and have kids?” I love the dichotomy. The honest answer is: “I’m considered bats*** crazy and extremely dangerous to people in my country who go to great lengths to hide their women and children from me when I go out and do normal s***. The thought that I’m considered father and husband material never occurred to me. because I imagine some government agency staffed by horrible parents would be up my culo 24/7 trying to take them and destroy them because that’s what they’ve spent the past 4 years trying to my pet” (for the record I’m the f****g BEST pet owner and everybody f*** knows this). That’s not what I tell them. I understand that their stereotype of me is that as an American tourist I may represent a potential gateway to opportunity, the kind of family member who can advance the lives of the progeny. So I say something like “the fact is that ‘wife and kids’ was never high on my priority list” (true but not the whole story). But given what I’ve been and am going through it’s planted this “seed of need,” you could say, like I now understand the value of having “ride-or-dies” in your corner, the protective value of family, that solo is a dangerous way to move through life as a man and I’m like “why don’t I just get the f** out of here and get me a (ENTER COUNTRY NAME HERE: hard to decide, it’s been 6 countries so far, all doper than America) woman and get on with this BS?” 3 days prior to and 5 days after this conversation I was, and will revert to, my domestic status as a “threat” and “mentally disturbed” and a “suspect” and so these conversations impart a mix of optimism for my long-term future (even if you never act on being wanted it’s nice to feel wanted, romantically or otherwise which I italicize bc in America it’s all the “otherwise” things totally paralyzing my life) paired with the sinking feeling that I will be back to the reality - digital bigotry - of my life in Portland, Oregon in no time and this fantasy of being somewhere where it all falls into place and I finally can be “wanted,” in a community or as a person (if it’s “USA gold digging” ladies, I’m 100% Pure Fool’s Gold and you’re better off with that 65-year-old greasy dude from Georgia on the next hammock LOL), and “live well,” in the sense that I visualized from that penthouse window in 2018 is for now just that - a fantasy.**

“Who is that big dude in the black hoodie with braids at the bar?” literally none of you are wondering aloud. We were out bowling when someone says “isn’t that Marcus Smart over there?” I was like, “Yes, but isn’t that Kenneth Lofton Jr the NBA’s Best Kept Secret next to him?” I might do running as my personal sport because I’m 5’6” and slow. But in my dream world I’m an NBA basketball player! I nerd out on, and worship these dudes. I watch like 2 games a night start to finish in winter if time allows. Similarly, I’m on the edge of my seat watching a televised marathon start to finish which most would consider boring. Both, at the highest levels, are like watching art being made by human bodies in real-time. If you’re reading and you have any kind of influence in the sports world, get this man a real NBA contract already!! What a tragedy. I was so stoked that this super random under-the-radar dude I was already a huge fan of just shows up in my literal real life. The paradigm seems to regard highly skilled power forwards as expendable and obsolete. Well, they considered centers obsolete a year ago and Minnesota nearly made it to the Finals this year. America considers Joe Leineweber obsolete and expendable yet he disputes this “truth.” SIGN. THIS. DUDE. And let him actually play basketball! Maybe I’m overly empathetic because I know what it’s like to be denied the mere opportunity to show the world what and who you really are.