“WHEN DID YOU; LAST, HAVE A GOOD CRY ?” And, now I cry for you .

“I awoke in a deep crying.   From my nap this day.

My face scrounged, as if being pressed together from bottom to top and where your whipping of your tear covered eyes.   Coated, your hands as you whipped your face.  Your naval passages become partially blocked with your throat becoming constricted and the muscles under your chin become so strained what you can feel your stomach tensing and lack of being able to breath outward.

It was after a cat nap with one eye open in a dream state.  And it was in color.

Where, I was driving my old 1964 Ford F-650 Truck of 24 foot of length.   And, I had just drove through two (2) buildings with debris floating by the closed windows in slow motion of the cab (Driving compartment) I was driving in labeled, “What was, once the United States of America.

And,  down a farm pasture I went with a swerving road trying to miss objects with loss truck breaks and coming to rest due to a hilly incline scattered in debris.  That once was the United State’s as to relation between women and men of that once great country.

I then awoke with my pillow damp and wet with tear drops that were still streaming down my cheeks.

The tears kept coming for at lease a half hour or more with an old song kept playing (Ear Worm so I was told.) in my mind by John Lennon.

With the lyric of “Brotherhood of man ” and today’s women could be included” .

And, once again the song bringing  me to a harder flowing tears after just getting them under control.

All this at 4:40 ish pm before dusk  on 27 September of 2018.

The whole episode could have been brought on by events around me in my life.  Events, around me as well as the long Supreme Court hearing and rebooting of Judge kavanaugh after being accused at the last minute of sexual indiscretions from 36 year’s ago.

Now  making his and mine approaching thunder driven rain storm media  faults hood of allegations in our  life struggle’s to be a better man merged.

And,  all this after watching him and also being brought to tear’s with him Judge Brett Kavanaugh as he defended this honor as I had once done on many occasions.

Like,  I had to do in my 12-17-12 court case and acquittal at Androscoggin Maine Superior Court, in Auburn, Maine.   And, evidence being hidden by the Lewiston, Maine Police Department when they knew it would set me free and then forcing me to have to go to trial.  And, all this to save my reputation from the Lewiston, Maine Police Department and now Police Chief Inspector Brian T. O. Malley.

I am in hopes that America will wake you to how the media is driving issues in today’s America.  To a point of  “Revolution” or “Worst”.

It maybe that I am growing older (I am 65 year’s young in 2018) with all its problems; arthritis, heart palpitations, memory recall not as sharp as it use to be.  But, yet I still struggle with woman love.

Though,my mother and second father have been married for over 50 year´s.  Is, this a thing of the past I wonder ?

Or,  that by watching the nominee for the highest court in the land cry on national television with me and proclaiming his honor against these stories how in the media driven free for all.

If this does not ceased and the Media is not reined in.  In, the new American society the society will disintegrate from within and trust will wither on the vein with societal confrontation .

And, still my eyes water, throat tightens and breathing is labored.   As, I think and now type it to journal.

I must admit,

It I do not know if at going on sixty-five years young of age.

If, I have lost the stamina to do the job I must or have become an / the  peculiar old eccentric man once written about in books and newspapers (Lewiston, Maine Sun Journal) or seen on the streets of any town or major city.

Do, I have the strength to endure that which is coming again me once again.  Referring,  too my many dream´s of being Mayor of Lewiston, Maine.

Will,  people listen too me.  Or are they to busy in themselves too see their future´s .