Memorial Day – 2021

My dad served in the military, as well as many other members of my family and several close friends. Most of us know at least someone who has served.

We use the term serve because the idea has always been the same: Service to your country, your family and community.

‘Memorial Day: a federal holiday in the United States for honoring and mourning the military personnel who have died in the performance of their military duties while serving in the United States Armed Forces.’ –Wikipedia

Thinking back on those who served, I always try to do so with a sense of honor. They were willing to put their life on the line for the rest of us.

That’s a noble idea and it demands our respect.

I will add one more thing, because it needs to be said.

I believe that the trust our veterans placed in their government and their military was grossly misplaced and betrayed long ago.

When our veterans did their service, it was to protect those at home not to wage senseless wars overseas.

Land of the Free, Home of the Brave

Are American’s free? Absolutely not.

We haven’t been free in my lifetime. We’ve been under the boot of government tyranny through taxes, regulations and outright deception. We now face a medical tyranny; one that restricts our freedom even more so.

Are American’s brave? Sadly, not anymore.

Wearing masks and being afraid all the time of some pretend, made-for-prime-time, illusionary pandemic isn’t a show of courage. It isn’t what I would call being brave. In fact, it’s quite the opposite.

Truth demands more sunlight, in order to properly grow.

I won’t dwell on this anymore in this post, but in order to stay honest and continue striving to be an honest person, it had to be mentioned.

This begs the following question: If you do what’s right, but it was based on a lie and turns out to be bad, are you still a good person?

I can’t answer that one, so I won’t even try.

Happy Memorial Day, please try to remember all of those who came before us with honor and respect!

-I am Crandew




Old Man On A Park Bench

The old man kept a lone vigil from his favorite spot.

He was mired in various, emotional scenes that constantly played out from what was, while deeply submerged in what might have been. If only things had played out just a tad differently, he mused. If only.

He was still intact, you see. Nothing had dropped him yet. Left perfectly fit and alone to wrestle with his own thoughts and ideas. The hoard had never retarded him in any way. He was wrapped and covered well within his own world, and as such, the old fighter remained exactly where he would… perched on a park bench, quietly awaiting yet another setting day.

If only, his thoughts rolled over again.

Most days are such yawners.

They tend to push, pull, and tie themselves into chaotic knots when allowed. Out of whack, the kids would tell him. He needs to get with the program, they often advised. Yet here, on his favorite bench in this overlooked patch of the park, the old man saw the world as it really was. All the world’s a stage, he thought to himself.

It was easier to just remain quiet and watch it all unfold from the sidelines, as zombie hoards slowly passed him by. Each in turn, shaking their collected heads slightly in such strange, rhythmic motions. He noticed earlier how they all averted their cold, cruel eyes as if connected, as though a bell had been struck. Pavlovian conditioning, perhaps. At least they kept their proper distance, observing those ever-changing rules of the day.

Today he saw the dark colors of autumn, like dog muzzles, splashed across the lower part of their faces. It’s ironic how many couples were walking their dogs, themselves all trussed up yet the dog was free to breathe in the clean air. Reflections, the old man reminded himself. All things now are merely reflections of what could have been.

Sad commentary to a world that once was.

Then lit with bright colors and fragrant lifting aromas, building now are all egg shells, something to be carefully avoided lest they fall on your stupid head. A crushing entombment, once again, for what can never be. What exactly is the subtle difference between odor and aroma, he queried. Absolution, perhaps. For there are firm judgements embedded in all things tiny and queer.

Just another one of life’s cruel sarcasms.

Have a great day, enjoy what you have!

-I am Crandew





It’s sad to watch the republic fall, in part because I think most people are unaware that’s what’s happening. Smoke, mirrors and bam! One republic, gone.

What’s with the smoke and mirrors thing? Well bud, let’s start that conversation this way. Throughout the years, I’ve been grilled for not voting.

‘You should really vote! You can’t have an opinion if you don’t vote! You need to have your voice heard! It’s democracy in action!’

Believe me when I say, I’ve heard all of these arguments before. I get it… but I’m still not ever going to vote. Nope. Not ever.

Why, you might ask… well, I’ll tell you. I’ve always stayed as far away from politics as possible because the system in the US, as well as other countries around the world, is nothing more than a Roman Circus, an ongoing swindle, a game of deception.

Keep everyone focused on one hand while the other dips into your pocket. In the wizarding world, we call this The Art of Distraction.

It’s entire goal is to hide the truth by playing everyone off each other.

Also, while one political side may be saner than the other, they are both controlled by the same people and thus share the exact same agenda. You can tell this is the case because both sides end up doing the same thing at the end of the day.

They rob us blind and it’s been like this for a long time.


Link: DIVIDE & CONQUER -BitChute


He’s full of hope and he’s fighting to make a difference in the world, a positive difference. I support everything he’s doing, fighting for our freedom.

Let me know what you think in the comments below. I’m always interested in opinions, so please feel free to agree, disagree or just vent.

That’s all for now.

Have a great day… and sorry chum, my pockets are already empty!

-I am Crandew



Is It Time To Grow Victory Gardens Yet?

“Control oil and you control nations; control food and you control the people.” ~ Henry Kissinger

I’ve always wondered why most people aren’t more self-sufficient.

My dad had a small garden in the backyard when I was younger and to be quite honest, I really hated it. Now don’t get me wrong, I actually love the growing of things and being around a garden feels somewhat like strolling through nature. It’s an honest event, so rarely found now-a-days.

It was the constant tending to, the weeding and watering that I disliked.

Looking back on it now, though, I get it. It was more than just a few potatoes and green beans. It was never about the tomatoes or peas. Don’t even get me started talking about the squash!

No, it was about reconnecting to nature, becoming closer to the land. Fresh air, with the sun at my back.

“If the people let government decide what foods they eat and what medicines they take, their bodies will soon be in as sorry a state as are the souls of those who live under tyranny.” ~ Thomas Jefferson

It was an embodiment of the ideal of freedom and independence.

“The time is now near at hand which must probably determine whether Americans are to be freemen or slaves; whether they are to have any property they can call their own; whether their houses and farms are to be pillaged and destroyed, and themselves consigned to a state of wretchedness from which no human efforts will deliver them. The fate of unborn millions will now depend, under God, on the courage and conduct of this army. Our cruel and unrelenting enemy leaves us only the choice of brave resistance, or the most abject submission. We have, therefore, to resolve to conquer or die.” ~ George Washington


Freedom is everything and it starts with the most basic of needs… food.

It doesn’t matter what our different opinions might be at this point. You might share my views that nothing in all this smells right. On the other hand, you might think that all that is happening now is perfectly normal, just a side effect of our ongoing fight against an awful pandemic.

It’s fine to disagree. That’s actually the basis of growing and learning. You know, hearing other points of views.

I believe the next battle to be faced will be one of basic needs; food shortages. Not only food, but all supplies will start getting harder to find. Factories were purposely shut down, crops destroyed and supply lines broken. This is our reality, and it will catch up to us eventually.

It’s not really if so much as when. With that in mind, what better time than now to start a garden? Connecting with the ground beneath your feet always seems like a good way to go.

Embrace your own liberty while there’s still time to do so.

Have a great day, grow a pear!

-I am Crandew


“Whoever controls the media, controls the mind” ~ Jim Morrison



Friday Videos – 5/28/21

“Farmers in the US are being offered 1.5 times the value of their crops to destroy them. If they don’t destroy their crops, they won’t be allowed to subsidize them for next year.”

“What does this mean? They’re trying to create a food shortage. We have eight months to get our own food supply.”

If you don’t have the time to watch the whole video, please check out the clip at 18 minutes in. It’s very short, but very important.



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.

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:

This next video is from An0maly.

It pretty much speaks for itself, no matter who bothers to listen.




I don’t think this madness will ever go away, but if you’re going to do nothing more than stand on the sidelines while atrocities happen – you damn sure need to acknowledge them.

That’s all for now.

Have a great day, do what you will with it!

-I am Crandew



Reaching Way Back – Chong

The cover picture is of my first album to make it into the stores (the old, brick and mortar kind your grandpappy used to shop at).

Then, I decided to go on a search, see what’s still hanging on.

Wouldn’t you know. Go on a treasure hunt into the past and find something cool. Look what’s been hiding in the shadows of a long forgotten internet since 2013.

2013, mind you!

Sheesh! They had the internet back then… who knew?


We only move in shadows
We only deal in darkness
We never dream in color
We never can be bothered

This is not my life
This is not my life

Release your soul, fly
Sequence your thoughts, try
Open your mind, wide, wide

We only move in shadows
We only deal in darkness
We never dream in color
We never can be bothered

This is not my life
This is not my life

Release your soul, fly
Sequence your thoughts, try
Open your mind, wide, wide

This is not my life
This is not my life

And I found a picture of this little guy, but sadly, not the real item. I don’t think I have a working cassette player anyway, but it would have been cool.

Have a great day, go discover what’s hidden in plain sight!

-I am Crandew




Does Anyone Else Remember MySpace?

It’s been a long, long time, but now it’s gone, gone, gone… the space is gone.

Oh, I know they brought it back for a while but it was never the same. Once you rinse your hair, it takes some time to dry properly.

Not exactly sure where I was going with that juicy little nugget, but I’m sure it would have been quite profound in oh so many ways, my dear.


The social media site that started it all, then went belly up.

Early morning, no warning. That’s how the wind blew, if I’m remembering things properly. MySpace tossed us aside as though we were tissue paper. As though we all hadn’t just spent a decade building our little pages.

I had a running blog and over a hundred thousand followers. Insane. I’ll never get anywhere close to that again, even if I manage to live another hundred years, bub.

A hundred thousand followers. Man, I thought I was the bee’s knees, for sure. Who knew what lurked just around the corner? And it probably happened just after midnight. Figures.

Like everything else in this rotten, stinking world… it was deleted.


We’re told to shelter in place after a disaster.

Does that include having ten years of hard work scrubbed out from under you without even so much as a warning, without even a heads-up? I can’t imagine it does, but then again, this is an upside-down world.

I’m not really as shaken up by the MySpace thing as my writing might come across. Seriously, it’s been gone at least a decade now. One might think I’d be over the initial shock.

I was memory-mapping and that’s what popped into my thoughts.

It got me thinking though, making a few connections. How long before WP does the exact same thing? Will it even matter if you’re a paying customer, a deluxe blogger with high ideals?

I wouldn’t be too sure about that. Might want to back everything up, and on a flash drive if you can manage it, so you can keep it with you.

If you love your work and your posts, then you should probably save it somewhere other than on WP and not on the cloud or online backup. Those systems will probably go down eventually as well.

Just a thought.

Have a great day, always backup your work and you’ll be the bee’s knees!

-I am Crandew




Pond Jumper

Hope everyone’s having a great afternoon.

Not exactly sure if we’re experiencing spring, early summer or later winter. The dial seems to be all over the place lately.

Imagine that.

Either way, the weather is pretty nice at the moment and that’s really the most I could have asked for. A gentle afternoon, perfect for sitting outside and reading (which is what I’ve been busying myself with).

Speaking of which, back to my book.

Have a great afternoon, happy reading!

-I am Crandew




Apples to Apples

These days are like chocolate.

Appealing at first, mouth-watering and covered in sweetness. Take a bite, savor the moment. What happens next is of no concern because it’s all about that tiny slice of ecstasy.

It’s only later, sometimes much later, when you are four hundred pounds and sitting alone on your couch eating a stick of butter, that you realize that giving in to your desires was probably not the wisest choice.

Shit happens.

Dark Times

The reason I relate this happy little tale of misery and butter sticks is not to chastise those weight challenged individuals who might be doing battle with their own food each day, but to instead try to drive home where we are all headed.

We are all walking side by side with the caravan, blindly trudging through a mountain of fudge, completely headed towards a new dark age.

Truth Bites

It amazes me the great lengths people will go just to hide from the truth.

I’m not built that way. It may be neurotic, but I run into the burning building, not out of it. I should probably keep quiet and simply watch it all burn, but that’s just not my way.

Apples to apples, it’s not.

Have a great day, go for a walk or something!

-I am Crandew




A Rush and a Push

None of us have ever seen anything remotely like this in our lifetime.

This constant, unending propaganda push is maddening. It crawls out from the basement, paints itself in pretty patterns on the wall and dances cartwheels across the living room.

Will it ever stop? Is this just another milk carton sign of a world gone terribly, terribly mad? Sigh. I’m afraid it might be.

I recently drove from New Hampshire to Connecticut, passing through the great state of Massachusetts on my way. The warmer weather always seems to bring out the road construction, not much of a shocker. Apparently, all roads must be maintained all of the time. Another constant aggravation.

The thing that really hit home though was the number of well-lit road construction signs, all reminding me to go get my vaccination. I counted at least half a dozen on my trip through Massachusetts alone. It was an unasked-for surprise, an unwelcomed gift; one that keeps on giving long after the party’s over.

The signs all spoke of such ease, comfort and availability. Go get the jab today, they all said. Do it now. Do it quickly! Don’t think, just do it. Join in and get one today, they all prodded.

What sort of world are living in where road construction signs are now pushing random drivers to get delicate, life changing medical injections? Not the kind I want to live in.

It’s dystopian.

That was just one of hundreds of examples.


Television ads never stop pushing the jab. Almost all shows carry the water for big pharma, too. They have these half-baked actors wear their ridiculous masks and constantly ask each other about their jab status.

It’s unending and it’s very creepy.


Local and state officials are now offering incentives; new tricks and methods pop up daily, like the vaccine lottery thing. It’s now being used in several states around the country.

Um, if you have to trick someone into doing something in order to get them to do it, aren’t you pushing a bad product?

In my day, we called this a scam. In fact, it’s the very definition of a scam.

Healthy products usually market themselves. If it’s something worthwhile, most everyone will naturally want one and things usually snowball from there.

This used to be common sense, but I reckon it’s not so common these days.

A rush and a push and the land
That we stand on is ours
It has been before so it shall be again
And people who are uglier than you and I
They take what they need, and just leave
- The Smiths

Dystopian Push

Tricks, lies and deceptions are being used daily to push people into getting this product. It doesn’t matter which side of the fence you’re on.

Whether you’re for or against the jab, this is clearly wrong. A rush and a push and an unending stream of propaganda is ours. This is dystopian.

Also, remember folks, you’ll get a free ice cream with each prick.

Have a great day, get outside and enjoy what you have around you!

-I am Crandew