Finding the lightning strike

I spent all week wondering about the lightning strike I saw cross the sky when I left the March for Science last week. So I just had to go to Bienville Sq to see if I could find evidence of this lightning strike. I did find one tree that look like it had been striked sometime in the past, so I was a bit at a loss. But maybe it was dimensional skidding? Dimensional skidding is when an action is witnessed across multiple timelines with different results. Much like the hospital staff causing the staph infection.

Before going to the Square I talked to my dad about what I had intended to do. He said he understood, at one time he told me he had to travel 106 miles to go get a Steak. Says his story ended by the Steakhouse being closed, but eating the best roadkill rabbit he had ever eaten.

So off I go. I stop by a Circle K and asked the lady if she could up-changed me if I got $20’s from the ATM to a hundred. She said she didn’t have any $100’s to do it. So I give in and accept that I’ll just use $20’s. So I get a receipt and just before I start writing this I find the coincidence, I see that the timestamp was 2:51. I spent that $20 x 5 helping the homeless in the 251 area-code.

251 Time stamp
ATM Receipt with area code of where I spent the money as the timestamp.
$6.11 as the total. Time stamp 1:59:27 PM
I also like how the time rounded up some pi in it as well. That’s a nice touch life.

Now for the rest of the story, I’m horrible with names. So I either get it right or I pick an alias. Contact me if you’d like the name be updated.

As I arrived, I started by meeting an Wayne. He wanted a few bucks, I asked what he intended to do with it. Wayne wanted to buy some Vienna sausages. So I ask how we get that, he takes me to the convenience store next to the Square. He gets himself two cans and I tell him, go ahead, get what’s fair. He gets just the two cans of Vienna Sausages. I entrusted him to not take advantage of me and I think that’s what Wayne and I accomplished. Good day.

As I’m exiting the convenience store, I see Skeet! Skeet! was the blind man that hugged me during last week’s March for Science. I asked where he wanted to go, Skeet! was left alone on the street to spend the day. Had I or one of Skeets! many friends not been there, he would have to cross the street on his gut feeling since their is no audio on the crossing sign for him to hear.

We cross the street, his hand on my shoulder, and we sit down at a park bench. I tell him I’m here looking for evidence of a lightning strike. Skeet! tells me that the lightning is in my mind, not on some tree. I still looked for evidence of the lightning strike even after he said this; I must admit.

Skeet! is telling me that he feels blessed to have met me during the March for Science. The $20 I gave him lasted him until midday Sunday I believe. I tell him thank you and that I felt like my life was better off knowing him. He’s such a good man and has many friends. He has been left homeless, but through a network of friends Skeet! is never homeless.

Just as he expressed to me how I have blessed him a random stranger showed up to give Skeet! a hamburger helper burger. I tell him thank you and he asks if that’s enough, Skeet! says yes. The stranger walks off and I decide to start narrating what I’m seeing while he eats. Just as he was finishing the same stranger showed up and handed him a box with 2 more burgers, 2 bags of chips, and a bottle of water for later. Skeet! opened up those two burgers and went to town. He told me he hadn’t ate since 10:30pm the day before. This happened around 3:00 PM. I remember him saying he was so happy it wasn’t deer meat. It was real hamburger. I just have a bit of a snicker and think he’s nuts for not liking deer meat. It’s such a rarity for me, but then I realize he is likely living off  deer meat. So yes, I suppose hamburger would be better for variety.

Skeet! and I part ways and he goes onto venture through the day. I start looking up trees looking for evidence of my strike. I only find the one and it was aged.

Then the Canopy of Prayer Celebration Rally started putting things together. I didn’t realize I had shown up to an event. I just wanted to find that strike. I didn’t know I’d stick around because Skeet! showed up. But there they were, setting up a speaker system and a stage. I ask one of the people there if they were a decision making as for who could get me Mic time. I was referred to Fred. I decide to go wet my temples and on my way to the water a bible was laying out with a crease near the beginning pages. I pick it up and off I go to a bench to read it. I decide to read the beginning few pages and the last few pages. I could relate.

I end up seeing an IQ Test. So I go over and ask if I can test their test. See it if measured up to my standards. Jeffery preached and preached, he made a compelling argument, but I can’t bare to ask then why are funerals so sad? Jeffrey ended up telling me he attempted suicide 16 years ago and Jesus gave him hope. I am proud of him finding a manual to live life by. He has a lot of conviction.

As the Canopy of Prayer gets started I decide to round up all the homeless people and take them to Subway. I find 4, plenty to fill a table. Just as we arrive, I ask everyone to put in their order. Sylvester and Johnny go first, followed by Edward and Charles.  Someone with us had to go on his own after getting his Sandwich, this disappointed me, but luckily that’s when Winston showed up in his place. We all sat together, and in near silence we ate our sandwiches. Because, really, we were just hungry. Food is plentiful, no need to waste a prayer on it. As I finish up I goto the Square where Deborah speaks up and said she was ignored when I rounding up hungry people. I ask what she’d like and I went to get a chicken teriyaki 6″, lettuce, tomato, spinach, mayo, and some mustard on white flatbread. I had to recite the order back several times to make sure I had it right. She asked for a drink, but I was already holding my own drink and asked her if she really needed it. She had something to drink, so she was good. I appreciate it Deborah. Someone else got your drink.

As we finish up I get back to the Canopy of Prayer and I overhear them praying for Fred and his wife. Fred was the guy that was going to give me permission to speak. I let them finish their prayer. Then I ask a group, what happened to Fred. The first group says “Whose Fred?” I say “The guy you were praying for!” and They reply back that he’s fine. I ask another group for confirmation Fred is okay. A little later I ask, isn’t this a waste of a prayer? Pray for the homeless to be better off today than they were yesterday. That’s what a decent “atheist prayer” feels like; it’s what I’d pray for had I been invited.

I found a few coincidences to follow. Two white poodles and two white German Sheppard. I failed to follow them. I also spoke to Jeffrey who had a stye on his eye. I had one that spent my 20’s with me. It’s been gone for many years now, but I saw that in Jeffrey. Jeffrey found me on Facebook, but had no option to add as a friend. Just follow. I allow friends.

I spoke to Sergio, I overheard him speaking to someone saying the Sun just came out and made today beautiful. I felt like he knew what was happening and so we spoke. He gave me good advise. I appreciate Sergio.

When it becomes clear I won’t be talking I scatter the town, keeping close to the Square in case the opportunity for me to speak came. I spoke to whoever I could and at one point I met a guy with a radio and he asked me to meet him someone in ten minutes. I debate for a moment and try to clarify what he’s wanting to do with me. He never clarified, so I walked away and walked a little toward the direction and then back around. The man was no good. I avoided him. As I’m walking away I see him back on the radio.

At one point I feel like getting back to the square where I meet up with Sylvester, Winston, and Jasper. I’m done through my two quart bottles of water so Winston and I take an order and we goto the convenience store. Sylvester asks for a Steel Reserve, Jasper; open order. Winston got 3 steel reserves and he suggested the Arizona Mango since I didn’t want alcohol. I get a bag from the Cashier so I can pretend to be drinking alcohol if the cops show up. Add noise to the system.

We go back and I recall a man in red telling me to exercise more. Sir, you are right and as soon as my leg and foot heals up I’ll walk more. I have a blister on it from the March for Science. I’ll add a little more effort to it at your request. Thank you stranger.

In lieu of hanging out with Winston, Sylvester, and Jasper I decided to goto Wet Willies and get a drink. They were not familiar with the place, but it looked fancy. I took the offer of the Bartender. She recommended the Pink Flamingo / Miami Vice. I figure if it’s got two names, it must be twice as good. I start walking around and plundering. I go back to the park bench and I realize I need to goto the restroom after finishing the Pink Flamigo. I go back to the bar twice to goto the bathroom. On the 3rd I figure it’s time to buy another drink to justify my use of their bathroom. The parks restrooms close at 7pm, seems a bit early. Increasing rest room times could likely reduce crime because those to proud to pee in public are going to have to spend one too many dollars and go over the edge just a little bit. I sat inside the Bar with some ladies to enjoy my Attitude Improvement. I realize this is way more alcohol than I planned, so I cut my conversation short with the two ladies. They were enjoying a night cap.

I began walking the area more and plundering where ever looked Safe. Talking to anyone that seemed the slightest bit interested in conversation.

I walk around some more and on the way back Charles shows up and says he has a flat tire and his debit card won’t work at the gas station. I tell him I’m just about Charitied out for the night and he begins walking off. I stop him and ask he give me a moment while I reconcile how to fix this. He needs to go back toward the square to get to the gas station so as we’re walking I point out to him where the Dictator confessed to two homeless people. One named Crackhead Pete. He asked what that meant; I didn’t answer. I then walk him into the park where Winston was and asked Winston how to reconcile this dilemma. I asked Winston if he’d give up my Goodbye gift of 3 steel reserves in exchange for Charles’s Fix a flat. He agreed, so I dig through my wallet and found no $7.50 so I gave him a twenty and asked he use the remainder responsibly. He left the park.

I walk up and down the streets again.

I head back to the Square as I know Winston would love to finish this Attitude Improvement for me. I just couldn’t keep at it. He gladly accepts and I sit down with them for a little bit enjoying. While we’re enjoying the evening glow, I overhear a man hanging out next to a tree that asked where my sign was. I ask him how he knew about my sign. He says he was watching me in the background during the March for Science. I asked him his name I heard him say Devil. Devon, Then he gave me his real name. It was phonically close to Devil, so to protect his privacy he’s going by Devil in the remainder of this story.

He said how he recognized how powerful I was and was willing to offer any help. I gave him a hug thanking him for his support as I thought had little. He was then asking for my help, a family member was pregnant and anything would help. He asks I walk with him. So I do, but he wants me to take his contact info down as I realize I’m getting to far from the Square. I sit down and take his contact info. I take it, he says he’s going to go help his Family and ask I give anything I can offer. He will always take care of me if I ever need help. I tell him I believe I only have a few dollars in my wallet and offer him everything in my wallet so he can help his family member.  Out came $46, an extra $20 than I expected. I give it to him and go back to the Square.

When I get back to the Square this time, the Cops on Horse back show up. The lady cop recognized me and asked where my sign was. I explained I was only here to confirm a scientific theory that may have resulted in a lightning bolt the night of the March for Science. She gave me an unimpressive response, which is fine. It is hard to believe. My only proof I marched alone is the police report I had filed. Earlier in the day after arriving I had walked down to the police station to see about getting my police report. I was referred to records and asked if it was within walking distance. It was, but it was closed. So I told the lady cop I didn’t have any proof and implied this whole thing has been disappointing.

Jacob prayed with me earlier in the day offering his assistance to help me find the light. Jacob, “I found the light” by Johnny Cash started playing in my head afterwards. So when I saw the devil’s pretty eyes and nice teeth I knew I had seen the light and wanted something different.




The March for Science

I, Dictator Trump, packed up a spare change of clothes with extra shoes, half a case of water, and my Free Speech to half sign along with it’s backup in case it was destroyed.

Coffee cup with areacode
Breakfast order with my local areacode.

I figured walking all day, I needed some protein. So I stopped by McDonald’s and my order number of a Big Breakfast / Large Iced Coffee was 228. I decided to take advantage of the 228 and speak to the locals. 4 Seniors were eating and doing their normal routine. They were nice enough to let me pull up a chair and eat my big breakfast, where I inconceivable converted that to a sausage, egg biscuit.  One of the ladies was nice enough to give me her left over strawberry jam.

We spoke, but just like every other time, we can’t completely hear the next generation and the next generation doesn’t completely hear us. The most talkative of the Seniors offered me some sound advise that I didn’t take. He suggested I put water on my temples to keep my brain cool with what I was doing. That water, even when I went back to to my car to get more, was so good in my gut I couldn’t bare waste any of it on my temples. So my memory can’t be trusted to remember the real names behind the people involved. I’m going to have to take some of the man’s advise so I can make up for not cooling my temple.

I drove to the March for Science on Mobile, Alabama. The entire time I was running over in my head how I was going to explain myself. I got to a red light and the red light would not change. So after a few moments, I realized… ohh! My Theory!* I just selected next track in Google Music and bam, red light changed green. I knew it was going to be a good day.

I parked, I couldn’t remember my tag number, so I read it and kept chanting it to myself. When I got my receipt I had entered the J in my tag to “CI”. That gave me a chuckle.

Next step was to find the sign up for the march. I emailed them a few weeks earlier, so I got my March for Science pin, but a lady was in the way of the signup sheet. I figured I’d return later. A lady with a green knitted bonnet was handling the introductions and she said if anyone wanted to speak they could come. So I came up, told her I’d like to speak and was told that since I wasn’t a speaker I’d have to wait until everyone was done talking. So …

I sat down while waiting for the March and met several nice people with whom I later got separated. One, a guy with a rose banner. I asked him to keep me calm, if need be, as I found a paper rose in the drawer where I keep my, as needed, anti-anxiety medication that morning. Another, a family of three. I asked dad to be my spokesperson if I were to be silenced. I told him what I was doing and how fair I was trying to be to all sides.

I loss track of both. I did meet the friend of a friend that resembled the friend I thought she looked like. She was marching to further the research of infectious diseases. I’ve emailed my friend that I haven’t seen in 11 years saying I saw her friend. I want the two to speak as I have a coworker infected with an infectious disease that hasn’t been identified as far as I’m familiar. She’s been sick since February.

When the march started I had expectation it was going to be 6 miles, but it went by so quickly. I remember yelling at 2 people to catch my picture while they could. One looked bewildered and the other confused. Not sure either caught me on camera.

I let everyone speak. I asked an elderly man that I may have trouble speaking and I’d appreciate it if he spoke up for me. The green bonnet lady didn’t seem interested in queuing me up. I asked if he’d say anything, the elderly man suggested I do it myself and so I did. I asked if I could speak and again, I wasn’t a volunteer. So I went for the Mic. I got out the words “I have 112 domains and I’m giving away…” and the mic was cut.

A man with a polio vaccine shirt yelled at me and told me this was about science and not Trump. Sir, you are absolutely right. I am tech support, not a scientist. I’m just here to give anyone interested free speech that can’t be censored through a filter bubble / index censorship. My impression was this was a free speech march. I was sadly mistaken.

After the March everyone left and the Square was most empty. The March was not over for me until I got a chance to speak. So I spoke to anyone that would listen. When no one would talk back, I’d go back to Marching.

That was until a man that wishes to go by Crackhead Pete showed up with his partner. I was telling them from the $nameforstaircase$  about what I was doing. When I gave them my unpublished physics theory, with a sample of evidence, we became good friends. We talked for a bit and eventually it was lunch time. I learned they were homeless, but they listened to my words. I confessed most everything to both of them. Crackhead Pete’s partner never assigned herself an alias, so any reference to Crackhead Pete also includes her.

We ended up eating at Montego’s Cafe and Bar. The service was slow, but that was perfect for me to speak to Crackhead Pete. He’s a good man. I ended up ordering a Bienville Monte Cristo with the recommended strawberry jam. Best sandwich I ever had, but it also explains why we’re all so fat. When the bill came, Crackhead Pete paid the bill. Dictator Trump believes that it pays to Discover and Kim’s check folder had the Discover emblem on it. So we bickered a bit, but I let him win out. I must be doing something right if a homeless man buys me lunch.

Next, we walked back to Bienville Square. They wanted to go take a nap, so I wished them the best and told them I’d be around. Crackhead Pete and partner were suppose to come back. If only for his partner to ask me a question to earn my $2.50 offer for constructive feedback. They never came. I may have overwhelmed them.

Next, I spoke to a Veteran and a man just released from jail. The Veteran went on about how during his time a tour was 1 year and he’d have to renew each year to go back again. Now, it’s 2-3 year tours. He repeated that several times. He also had a very valid reason to be angry at his government. He said that during a war he was in (Vietnam?) a helicopter had bugged out leaving behind ten of his buddies. No one came back for them. I had trouble understanding everything he said, but he very validly was angry. He had custom rings made so he could be part of a motorcycle club that never came. He promised to protect me if the need came.

The guy out of jail, he was wanting to find his blind friend. I told him I hoped to see his friend soon. He thought it was a rude joke and walked off.

I continued Marching. Everyone was in their own world; as was I. I walked in circles around the fountain and the edges of the park. When battery permitted I checked my website, no new traffic. I spoke to anyone who would listen and continued Marching when I lost their attention.

I was getting thirsty, so I walked back to my car to get water. Two bottles left, both warm. As I’m walking back to the Square I find the man released from Jail with his blind friend. He’s telling me about his stick. He has a small ball and a large ball to put on the end of his stick. The small doesn’t work that well when walking next to the side walk. I can see that, less surface area. I told him I’m sorry for him being blind, but then I retracted that. I realized this man gets to experience life in a totally different way than those of us sighted and that seems like a life worth experiencing. I hoped the best for him. He asked for some water, I provided the warm bottle of water I had and he declined my offer to open it. I ask if there is anything more I could do for him. He wanted $20 to get some food, and some black&milds. I provided, I asked his friend to confirm to him I was giving him a twenty. He did and the friend offered to go exchange it for dollars. Apparently this is a problem for blind people. Don’t scam people just because it’s easy. That’s rude. Shortly thereafter I went back onto Marching.

A family showed up with a veteran in a wheelchair. I walked the Square several times and on my 3rd or 4th trip I spoke to the man. Thanking him for his service and that I am walking for free speech. He acknowledged me but said nothing. I continue Marching. A few revolutions around and they left. I should have wet my temples so I could have gotten across to him.

I got another homeless man’s attention, Mot. He didn’t want anything from me, but did encourage me to stop giving to people. He was right, a lady on a bicycle asked what my sign was about and no two sentences in she asks me if I have $5. He’s telling me about how his trailer had burned down 6 months earlier and while he had money, everyone was taking it from him. Attorneys and Bankers nibbled at his feet until he was bamboozled out of his estate. It was just after 8 pm and I thought I should start considering dinner. I asked his opinion, he recommended Subway. However, as we’re walking I’m talking to anyone that will say anything to me about my sign. He keeps dropping his stuff. His empty toothpaste tube falls to the ground and he leaves it behind. I get onto him for littering. By time we made it to Subway, they were closed. So he had another idea for Buck’s Pizza. We get to Buck’s and I order a Supreme Pie with two Lemonades. Dictator Trump likes Lemonade.

We each ate a slice together and I tell him I’m going to continue my march and ask him to protect the pie as I’ll likely want more later. I March more, all over the square, and around 9:45pm I come back to find him and my pie gone. So I debate what to do and just continue Marching.

It’s getting around 10pm and the police show up on horseback to clear the square. I tell the lady cop that I’m going to continue to March and I ask her that if I start looking to tired to tell me to go home. She politely responded that it was up to me to decide when I was tired. Touche` lady cop.

I figure the best thing to do would be to spread out from the square. I Marched anywhere that looked safe and I walked some behind the police. The tailing officer asks me to not be so close. I guess his vehicle had the potential to back fire sometimes.

Then, I ended up meeting the man released from jail, and “Beast”. Beast reminded me of a guy from 2004 that mentioned to me he had hep-c after inappropriate behavior was had. I persevered then and did not get hep-c. Present day Beast played music and did a wonderful job. He dedicated a song to me and it inspired me to keep going. Music has been at the very core of my project. I made a connection between Present day Beast and 2004 Beast. Music was my key as corrupted sound is what got my coworker sick! So I decided to March some more.

I ended up in a bar by pure coincidence. I wasn’t expecting to be invited in. The host/owner said he thought science rocked or something to that affect. I got a free sprite out of it and a lady danced with the Dictator. She asked if I were for or against Trump. I replied “Neither”. She laughed awkwardly and disappeared.

I asked them to play a song, Malibu Shark Attach – You’re doing it wrong. It’s been inspiration to me.

I had mentioned that I needed that to play so I could set the mood and get started with my speech. I waited, the song never came on. So I tried to entice one of the workers with verifiable evidence that I know the meaning of life. He said he was busy, but we could talk about it later. There was a light all over this bar; huge displays, but this light had way to much entropy for much to happen from it. I witnessed one person taking video of the lights. Talk about recursion… So I told one of the patrons I was leaving because no one would listen.

I met back up with the guy released from Jail. He was looking for another friend of his, apparently something happened but he couldn’t quite tell me what took place. So since he was frantic we debated and came to the conclusion that we should part ways. The man really did help me with my tasks, deciding that we should part ways and solve our own problems. I offered to help him financially. He declined, but opt’d to take some money after some convincing that he really did do me a favor.

So I seeked out the police. The March for Science wouldn’t allow me to speak, I only got to speak to people individually and I had no way to leave my spark behind. So I reported the crime of the homeless man stealing my Pie. I was directed to Mobile Police Precinct where I met an officer and reported the crime of a stolen Pie. Once I finished, the spark was left and my job was done. It started to sprinkle as I walked out; I celebrated as this was perfect timing.

On my way to leave I sat in my car wondering if I made a difference. I got settled in, put on my music and Waze set for home. As I’m leaving I get to another red light that just last forever. So, I decide a retested if my theory is necessary. I focus for a moment, then skip the song on Google Music, the light turned green and this beautifully bright bolt of lighting crosses the sky.

I pulled it off. The day was good.

*My unpublished physics theory is being withheld until I get an apology from The March for Science or, my personal astrophysicist, Neil deGrasse Tyson reaches out to me.

** Anyone referenced in the above post that would like to contribute to improving this article is welcome to contact me.

Installing a landline.

Dear US Citizen,

I thought since it’s apparent I’m getting started, I thought I should Provision a local number for where Dictator Trump lives, Washington, New Columbia.

Provisioning is in progress and should be Available April 22 I believe. My creator likes some privacy so it’ll be unpublished number. and to think, it took “The Canadian” to get the ball rolling.

Happy Easter everyone!


Dictator Trump

US Citizen