Weather Changes Moods

The seasons are not what they once were.

I hate to constantly fall back on my old friend, nostalgia, but the weather has been an absolute beast for so long now.

Can’t we all just get along?

“Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands” – Nirvana, In Bloom

Given the insanity that is our present-day life, bad weather is just wet icing on an already stale cake. I’m ready for brighter, sunnier days.

Bring it on Hoss.

Work has also been quite the beast lately.

The combination is enough to push even the sanest donkey over the edge. I fight monsters, not bad weather. Dreary days are above my pay scale, for sure.

But, on a brighter side, my music is rocking and getting together with the band to jam out tunes has been awesome. That’s the sense of normalcy that needs to return.

Well, that and a whole lot of other things.

Have a great day, enjoy the Spring!

-I am Crandew




Thursday Videos – 4/29/21

Just one video for this morning.

A thing of note from the video and not talked about very much is that: clinical trials won’t be completed until 2023.

Clinical trials. 2023.

This is not a vaccine, folks. It’s an experimental vaccine.

As far as I can tell, the information surrounding it is muddied on purpose in order to get people to take it. Our overlords want you to think it’s no different from previous jabs.

Our blind trust in authority is a real problem.

It seems to be the leading cause of zombie creation, and threatens to undo our entire society (which is exactly what the WEF wants).

Watch this video, from a real doctor who understands what’s going on!





For further unbiased information about other important matters, please visit

That’s all for now.

Have a great day, stay frosty, stay informed!

-I am Crandew



Wednesday Videos – 4/28/21

The first video is from WhatsHerFace :

Canada: Home of the CanUCKS

The next two are from my favorite Viking!

“Join me for Viking breakfast in the woods! I had just finished filming for Norwegian tv and wanted to show you my Viking weapons and the food as well. I didn’t even set the bacon on fire this time.” –Bjorn Andreas Bull-Hansen

Viking Breakfast in the Woods | Bjørn Andreas Bull-Hansen

The Story of Ten Dogs And A Man

Nothing like hanging out in the woods or eating breakfast!

That’s it for now, have a wonderful afternoon!

-I am Crandew




It’s interesting just how much of our childhood we actually still carry with us on our long march to the sea.

I’ve always been one to keep a wary eye on the horizon, a steady count of each footfall. But it’s that continuous, backward glancing towards all of the rivers and valleys that now exist behind me that made the march worthwhile.

A long, steady march forward, indeed.

These days are somehow different, like wading into a bog. The ground itself seems to rise up to meet us and we’re left with very little recourse. So incredibly strange.

These days are altogether different.

I find myself searching more for answers behind me than out in front.

Days go by without number, without reason.

All we’re left with is the hollowed-out shell of what we’ve left behind. Each one of us owes at least something to the next generation. Has anyone stopped to think about what on earth are we doing to the future generations right now?

I can’t even begin to think of what horrors they’ll drag with them on their lonely march through life. Their eyes undoubtedly turned downward, from being lost in smartphones or through the shame that comes from wearing masks their whole life.

Always looking at their feet, listening to tiny footfalls that go nowhere and do nothing. We have to do better, if not for ourselves then at least for them.

I’m not big on living for others and I certainly favor rugged individualism, but there’s a limit to the abuse our society should be able to inflict on the youth.

Shouldn’t there be?

Think about it.

Have a great day, march on!

-I am Crandew




Beat Down

Just got back from the dentist’s office; so much fun.

I seriously think might never leave the house again. It’s too depressing. We do what have to, but seriously folks. The crazy part is that sitting in the waiting room, surrounded by zombies, wasn’t what did me in.

It was that for the briefest of times, I was one of them.

I was a zombie for about fifteen minutes, and I feel like a traitor, a loser, a villain. Eastwood would never wear a mask. He’d shoot you, then tell you to get off his lawn!

Batman would never wear a stupid mask! Well, you know, besides the one he always dons. I kind of jumped the tracks on that one but I think you guys know what I was going for.

We live in an insane asylum, folks.

No wonder the military uses masking as a form of torture.

Forced mask usage is a sin, a crime, against the Nuremberg Treaty for goodness’ sake. There’s no doubt in my mind about the psychological abuse involved.

Nuremberg principles : 
The Nuremberg principles are a set of guidelines
for determining what constitutes a war crime.
The document was created by the International Law
Commission of the United Nations to codify the legal
principles underlying the Nuremberg Trials of Nazi
party members following World War II. -Wikipedia 

I’m going to drown my sorrows in an iced coffee and an old book.

Have a great afternoon, stay indoors!

-I am Crandew




Just Admit It

There’s only shame in your game if you keep pretending.

Just admit you were wrong, that you got fooled by all the crooked politicians and main-stream news. Admit that you fell hook, line and sinker for the oldest con in the book.

Stop obeying the stupid mandates and it all ends tomorrow, just as soon as you find the courage to stand up for what’s right.

Seriously, what are you waiting for?

I’ve been tossing around different ideas of how to reach people, how to get them to look at the facts but then it hit me – they already know what’s up. They’re just to cowardly to admit it.

Perhaps they already got the jab, even though thousands of doctors warned them not to. Thousands. How come all these doctors are being censored? Could it be that it’s because they’re going against the narrative?

I’d much rather listen to a guy who just gave up his cushy, well paid job to do the right thing than some paid actor on television. No contest.

Remember, no one ever censors a lie. They only get motivated enough to hide the truth, because that’s what eventually resonates.

So, my thoughts for this afternoon are not one of despair or hopelessness but mostly of wonderment. It’s truly amazing the lengths people will go to hold onto their illusions.

Even if the face of agonizing death, they refuse to listen to reason.

So be it, brother.

Have a goodly afternoon, enjoy what’s left of your illusion.

-I am Crandew




Jesus… What Happened To Us?

Shut your mouth, get in line
Just behave or pay the fine
They're pulling on your backbone
And taking out your spine

They want you weak, don't speak
Don't question, don't think
Keep staring at your smart phone
Get dumber every week

Now give up your freedom and shush
Oh Jesus, what happened to us?

Leave the church, kill your faith
Judge the skin and learn to hate
Make yourself the enemy
But call yourself a saint

Learn the rules, be a fool
Remove your kid from school
And apologize for everything
Apologize for you

Now give the TV all of your trust
Oh Jesus, what happened to us?

Mark, Jack, Bill, Joe
They'll tell you what you need to know
They give you your permissions
And tell you where to go

Lights, camera, action, edit
We're so pathetic
You believe it 'cause you watched it
You believe it 'cause they said it

Now everybody stay home and rust
Oh Jesus, what happened to us?

We used to stand and fight
We had a voice alright
We had a life worth living
We had a damn worth giving
Now we're watching it fall
That's the truth of it all

So shut your mouth, get in line
Just behave or pay the fine
They're pulling on your backbone
And taking out your spine

They want you weak, don't speak
Don't question, don't think
Keep staring at your smart phone
Get dumber every week

Don't nobody put up a fuss
Oh Jesus, what's happened to us?

Oh Jesus
Jesus, what happened to us?

- Bradley James Skistimas

Music & Lyrics Copyright 2021 Seven Places Music (ASCAP)

-I am Crandew



Afternoon Tunes

On a lazy afternoon, and for no reason at all, this happened.

I know, right?

Pretty cool.

Thanks Jimmy!

I’ve been working on mixing drum tracks all day, so my ears are ringing off the hook, but it’s always nice to get some positive feedback (music pun).

Boom, boom, crack.

Sometimes you have to just soldier through it, I suppose.

I’m still on the fence as to whether or not I feel like creating an entire album or just a few singles. My take on it is that most people don’t really buy full albums anymore.

I doubt they even listen to full albums anymore.

I do feel a bit underwhelmed sometimes by it all.

Blood, sweat and tears. So much effort involved, but it’s always worth it. Creating something new is a rush, for sure.

I’ll keep plugging away at the first few songs, see where the wind blows. Mayhaps I’ll keep going, mayhaps not. Either way, there’s nothing quite like creating something out of nothing.

You guys all know what I mean, right? Music is not all that different from writing or blogging, in that respect.

No sir, not so different at all.

Rock on, go listen to something awesome!

-I am Crandew



Sunday Videos – 4/25/21

An acceptable term for roaming hordes is zombies.

Unthinking, clodhoppers. They’ll bring society down to its collective knees if left unchecked. The situation is beyond grim, but I’m glad to see I’m not the only one who views them as such and is using the word zombies.

Treacherous half-wit is another good one; thanks Dr Coleman.

By the way, did you know that in March 2020, Covid was downgraded to flu level? That’s right. Check out what he says around 11:20. It’s no more dangerous than the flu but the tyranny goes on and on.

Watch this video, from a real doctor who understands what’s really going on!





For further unbiased information about other important matters, please visit

This next one is the latest from Max Igan.

Max is one of the smartest guys I’ve come across in my quest to find smart people who are awake to what’s going on. Another way to put it, he’s a truther with a giant brain.

Most important though, he has a giant heart. Watch his video, listen to him speak for just a few minutes, and you should get that he’s a good guy.



Here’s a list of Max’s links, for anyone looking to find more:
TheCrowhouse YouTube Archive on AltCensored:
Twitter: @maxigan
Surviving The Matrix Podcast on I-Heart:
The Crowhouse Community Forums:

That’s all for now!

Hope you’re having a great weekend; live free or die, folks!

-I am Crandew




It’s never wise to bite the hand that feeds, but then, I’ve never claimed to be a wise man. That would be foolish.

My capacity for love and kindness continues to grow stronger with each passing day, yet I find such stillness in the moment. Nothing moves the water buffalo quite like a smack across the bottom, a swift kick in the arse.

Let’s try this another way.

One where pretty puffs of sullen imagery and pointless metaphors are checked at the door. Forget all the hoopla for the time being, relax in the gentle flow of words as they tumble all over themselves.

You’re not really playing the game, my dear; it’s playing you.


I’m watching the world as it quietly slides into a crude form of chaos, spying on its progress from beneath my sheets.

It begins and ends at home.

Are you going to eat that sandwich? I was always told to not go swimming right after eating. Seems odd, thinking back now.

Why do people put so many demands on other people, anyway?

Mandatory this and strongly suggested that. These are mere pushpins for the masses. Let’s try this on for size. Imagine that you are gazing longingly at a corkboard.

You’re not admiring the corkboard, my dear; it’s toying with you.


I was once asked to create a diversion, something startling to catch the eyes of roughly a hundred lemmings in a banquet room. I accepted this challenge without hesitation, disrobing almost before the bell had cooled to silence.

In fact, my outer garments were shed so quickly as to startle even that of my accomplice. No matter. Completely in the buff, I quickly entered the room and began casually mingling with the patrons.

Nice dress, very attractive. Oh, I do love that tie. Wherever did you find it?

Onward I flowed, bending slightly like a gentle stream, weaving my way here and there. Pausing every few steps to look someone in the eyes and hand them a pleasantry.

By the time I had reached the far corner, I had the entire rooms attention. I could feel the assessments, all lusty, crusty and nod.

No matter.

For it was not the room that played me, my dear.

Have a great day, go do something startling!

-I am Crandew