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It should not take a head injury

*after personally sustaining a head injury & coma*

to figure this out...









A Satirical Blog

*(utilizing articles discussing facts)*

By:  Susan MeeLing

After the head injury caused a coma while I learned how to deal with the headaches, migraines, cognitive disorders, memory problems, and other medical conditions I went from College Algebra with Trigonometry & Calculus down to 2nd grade math.  Here is how logic works for someone like me::

~  It took awhile for the doctor's recommendation to use sticky notes, to help remember.

~  It took several months to realize sticky notes moved, let alone to remember to speak with the doctor.

~  After I finally remembered to ask the doctor about the note problem, notebooks were recommended.

~  When I could remember to pick up a notebook, it took a long time to learn similar to sticky notes, notebooks are not always where they were placed.

~  After I was able to organize the notebooks over several months I still had not learned notebooks are not always readily available, at the necessary time.

~  When I remembered to speak with the doctor about the notebook problem the doctor had few other suggestions, to assist memories better.

~  After several events and adding up sticky note and notebook location problems, I realized my skin goes everywhere I do.

~  Wanting my tattoos to only be for me and not for public consumption I started the ink on my legs, able to hide easier.

~  It would not be until many tattoos and several years later I would realize my memory problems were usually not as bad when wearing shorts, capri pants, or a skirt.

~  Between 3-5 years after my first tattoo I had the first tattoo completed on my arms, and my memory has slowly progressed towards an easier memory jolt.



When I say "it should not take a head injury to figure this out" it is partially in humor from personal experiences, towards understanding.


If I can laugh at my mistakes after recognizing and dealing with them, so can you.


You have the knowledge, understanding, and wisdom I lack in order to put everything together to fix the problems seen with abilities I do not have. 

Utilize the information within the blog to find genuine repairs and instead of complaining of the "hurtful" commentary, prevent the issues from reoccurring.

Then again, it should not take a head injury to figure that one out.

Do make sure to link my journal blog entry articles to yours if you refer to my works for any of your research in the slightest, for proper credit.  Thank you in advance, as I do as I request.

Hypothetically typing, in certain references

Those of you who have known me over the years as well as those of you who have read my books and journal blog entries as I have written since first getting online on social media after the turn of the century and the millennium of 2000 in the year of 2001 for one media site which was recommended to me by my since 2007 ex-sister-in-law (Susie Marie Nichols-Lopez) after telling her what her brother (who is my now dead-ex-husband) told me with a forum for free samples before purchasing called #yesitsfree, around 2008 on #Fetlife for fetish lifestyle discussions, as well as later on in around 2009 on the #Facebook website for the vanilla aspects of life; albeit recently realizing in this modern era such was an oddity for someone having been born in the earlier parts of the 1980s and having grown up in #NewJersey with two different computers of one being a #DOS computer and the other being a different version of an #IBM computer, available in the household. Also the fact in #AsherHolmesElementarySchool the class I was in during 2nd or 3rd grade had begun working on #Apple computers, the combination of which being quite odd of the reality which being on social media so late in comparison to the amount of access to technology being quite weird.

When the events of 11 September 2001 occurred and my focus had been on my newborn son, to then run as quickly as I could get myself ready to go across the way to the apartment complex office at #SongbirdApartments on #Callaghan to await the arrival of the #TechSergeant from The #UnitedStatesofAmerica’s #ArmedForces #AirForce branch to speak with him about what I felt he had not been informed of on that morning, but needed a different way of finding out about the events of as by that point in time only the #WorldTradeCenter twin towers had been attacked by the airplanes, and I felt he needed to have a clear thought process to be able to deal with the upcoming points. Though he and I as well as the office staff had discussed how I had been injured as well as the reasons why I joined The United States of America’s Armed Forces #Army branch, once the event had begun and though the office staff were rightfully so shocked and stunned; I knew I needed him to be in the right mindset, when he heard the information. As I have written and discussed many times over of how those events continued in regard to my discussion with that Tech Sergeant, there are other aspects of which I am writing about today.

Several years later I had been told about a documentary movie about the Twin Towers during the attack on 11 September 2001 of which, I felt the urge to look for the movie instantly. For those who know how my memory issues are since my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury, the fact I remembered to find and purchase the movie within less than 1 week of being told of such can give those who know of such the importance I felt of the event itself as well as what I felt needed to be known by me. For those who do not know me and for those who do not know people who have had a head injury, the memory problems which can occur for some like myself; are vast and quite difficulty complex. While some are lucky to not be severely affected and others are lucky to only have short or long term memory loss in comparison; I have to deal with both short and long term memory loss which comes and goes in various ways, and the oddities of how I remember things are in its own way. Thus the fact I remembered to find the video documentary to watch, is of significant importance in this reference.

Before I continue I also must add those who know me and/or have read my books, know I am not the typical female and I am not easily squeamish about various aspects of life. For a quick and brief example but the most poignant, after waking up from my coma from the Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury to deal with the headaches, migraines, memory deficits, cognitive disorders, and having gone from College Algebra with Trigonometry and Calculus to 2nd Grade Math but while in the Medical Hold Unit; the orderly room staff had been tired of a few things when in reference to me, though understandably so in certain references. First they were tired of explaining to me the various rules I did not learn during Basic Training, and the amount of counseling statements I had been given were many and lengthy in details for each point I did not comprehend at the time. Second though just as important if not a little bit more-so, anytime they were working on the computers and I was nearby there seemed to be a problem with the computers. During one occasion when I tripped and accidentally knocked into the tower for the computer Marksbury was working on, his screen flashed and the First Sergeant’s computer shut down in the back area; though it was not until a few days later had I learned that moment, so too had the other computers in the various orderly rooms. Thus after sending me to work at the #Navy department headquarters on #FortSamHouston of now #JBSA to do some secretarial work while one of the civilian staff members went on vacation, the Captain stationed there as well as the XO and I spoke about my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury and the after effects of. They noticed and were surprised of how much better I did with a typewriter than working on the regular computers in their office, and the Captain had many questions while I was there. Shortly after the secretary returned from her vacation to the office, I was transferred to a few other locations on Fort Sam Houston’s post before being sent to the #InstituteofSurgicalResearch or #ISR.

This is the point of which is quite important in reference to a later point I will make, in regard to the documentary called #911 by the two #French #filmmakers, and my reactions to. When I was in the front office area of #ISR, the coroner Colonel Kim came to the front area asking if anyone in the area would like to be a part of watching the autopsy. I jumped up excited to be able to, as I did not ever think I would have another opportunity for such as I felt the aspects which I would not be able to return to active duty were getting closer; and I was not excited about not being able to fulfill my military contract, so I wanted to take advantage of each opportunity the Army would allow me to learn from. When the group of people and I went down to the basement the coroner pulled the body out from the freezer and the Tech Sergeant with the last name starting with a T, had a grin on his face. It was almost though he wanted to see who could handle the aspects, and see if there would be anyone who passed out; though the tests had been done before, and he was awaiting the responses. As soon as Colonel Kim removed the blanket from the corpse, everyone fell to the floor and passed out.

I looked around at everyone on the floor and then looked at the Tech Sergeant and the Colonel and joked, “Clean up, on aisle 4.”

There was a group of soldiers who came into the area, cleared out the fallen as I asked if they needed help and after each of them shook their heads as they took the others out of the room I then looked at the Colonel and the Tech Sergeant asking, “Are you guys ready, for this?”

The Colonel and the Tech Sergeant said, “Oh, my God.”

I said, “So, where do I wash my hands?”

The Tech Sergeant said, “Are you kidding, me?”

I said, “Nope, Tech. Are you wanting my help, or not?”

He smiled and said, “You are definitely different, and this is going to be interesting.”

The Colonel and I looked over the body which had not fully frozen and had a distinct smell, which reminded me of times when walking through the streets of #NewYorkCity in certain boroughs as well as in #Pittsburgh and #Philadelphia in the 1980s and 1990s; though not forgetting the similar scent in #Camden, #RedBank, and #Hoboken during those years. The three of us talked during the process of carving the flesh and taking pieces for samples for them to test, and I held the little blue holed container with the metal screen for the Tech Sergeant as the Colonel passed one piece to him, and then for the Tech Sergeant to put the flesh into the container. I was shown how to close the clasp before it was put into a different liquid filled container, for the next steps.

When the Colonel got the bone saw out, he asked me to hold a part of the ribcage, to keep it still as the Tech Sergeant asked, “Why haven’t you passed out, yet?”

I asked, “Why do you think, I am such a pansy?”

He chuckled to himself as the Colonel continued working and though the high pitch sound and the sound of the bones being split were painful to my headaches, I was not about to give into the pressure of the additional pain levels. As the Colonel looked at me asking “Do you think you can hold the heart, so I can cut?”

I asked, “Are you needing to have me hold it in a way for you to cut the ventricles or are you needing me to hold the heart in a different way, for you to slice the attached internal organs which have melted a bit for the clear removal?”

The Colonel stopped for a moment and asked, “Oh my God, why did you say that?”

I said, “Colonel, there is quite a bit of damage due to the fact the corpse did not freeze correctly, and if you are going to need to complete some additional tests I am sure, you do not need the contamination to occur. Which way would you prefer me to hold the heart, and at which angle would be best for you?”

At that point the Tech Sergeant put his tools down saying, “Colonel Kim, I need a break. I am getting queasy.”

I looked at the Tech Sergeant asking, “What’s wrong? Is your tummy upset, because you forgot to eat breakfast?”

He shook his head and walked away for a moment, as the Colonel and I continued to complete the work of the autopsy. After a few more hours of working on the autopsy aspects, the Colonel and I cleaned up and I returned to the front office. When back at the front office I learned the female who was there with me had been through #MilitaryPolice #MP training and I was envious, as she was several inches shorter than me. I asked her how she was able to get the #MOS for Military Police because I was told, I was too short to be a MP at 5 foot 4 inches and she was barely 5 feet tall. She said she knew someone who was able to get her into the academy for that MOS, and I did not understand what that had to do with anything of how she could do that job. However later she informed me there were people who called her the goat and I asked why, though I cannot remember why the reasoning was.

Now back to the documentary movie in which the 9/11 documentary has the only public footage of the events within the #TwinTowers of the World Trade Center, and my personal responses to such. The film makers were following the #probee during his training to become a #firefighter for the city of #NewYorkCity, when the airplane first hit the first tower and then subsequently the second tower of the World Trade Center. I am sure there are some readers who might be wondering, what does the autopsy have to do with watching a documentary? I will explain, for those points.

As soon as I ordered the movie documentary and it arrived in the mail, I was excited to see the movie as soon as I could. In my thoughts it was a way for maybe, to remind me of the people my biological mother made fun of me for not remembering and my biological sister making fun of me for not remembering the city or the area of the east coast itself. Maybe it would assist me to recall certain aspects which I needed to know, for a later point in time; or maybe it would assist me too think more clearly. I had many ponderings of which the documentary could possibly assist me, in a multifaceted amount of ways which realistically were countless back then. Though I admit the aspects of which I wanted to know the internal parts of the attacks itself, my odd thought processes lead me to think it would assist me in a multitude of ways. While I was accurate, it was not necessarily in the same means thereof and previously stated.

In the beginning of the movie and the more informational points, I was able to see footage of some buildings which I thought I had seen when I was growing up in New Jersey and going to New York at random points. Though I was listening to the discussions between the firefighters and the questions from the filmmakers, I just looked over the different areas which I thought I remembered from those years of mine. Then the sound came from the engines of the airplane and while some might watch the documentary and see different aspects, I saw myself back in the bedroom of the Songbird Apartments as I saw myself back in New Jersey during the 1993 attacks, and so on. A reference for example is when two mirrors face one another and when looking into one of the mirrors, the endless images seen in one of the mirrors had been the equivalent of what I saw for a variety of points all interconnected at the time of watching the documentary. Though I had “seen” such, I also “saw” other connections including #WashingtonDC as well as various airport towers among many other points; all in the instant of watching and listening to the documentary.

Though I “heard” the screams of the people who were within the area of the footage, I “heard” the screams of those who were much further than just that area as well. Personally, I needed to take several breaks in between the documentary footage. Partially and in many ways more-so in reference to what I “heard” far more, than anything I had seen on the television screen. The movie documentary itself was not bad but contrarily to what many might think, it was actually quite lovely in its own right as what the filmmakers had done to respect those who were perishing during that time was quite beautiful how they respected not just those who had no other choice; but for their loved ones wherever they were, at that moment in time as well. Though the filmmakers later did state their choices were to not show such for the family and friends of, the purposeful acknowledgement made such as what was known all the more beautiful to me. Their discretion of which the news media was not afforded during those moments as the exterior footage was sent into their news stations was not able to be edited in the same way, as the time did not allow the same measures for the immediate circumstances.

I admit I had been confused as to why the general public in some ways were upset by the continuous footage during the time immediately after the attacks on 11 September 2001 as there were those who repeatedly sent the news media footage, while at the same time of critiquing them for showing too much footage on the news. While there were those who complained they were upset by the edited footage they saw, my wonderings back then were how do those people think the news media feels being flooded by the various footage sent into their stations; and yet while the general public had the luxury of not having to go through the multiple messages sent with more footage, they did not have to look at that and the general public only saw minimally what the news saw; but more importantly in certain ways of this reference, those who were living and/or in the New York City area including New Jersey and Pennsylvania as well as at The Pentagon and those who were nearby were unable to turn away. There was not another channel for the people directly in the midst of the situations to look at anything but, what was immediately before their eyes. Those a part of law enforcement, fire department, and emergency medical services while their jobs are to handle such circumstances; they do not actually hope for such to occur, but they are ready for such if necessary as the military branches of The United States of America’s Armed Forces.

I did not feel sympathy for any of the people who annoyed those of the various news broadcasts with their complaints about the footage in the news, I fully admit. Never once did I feel bad for the viewers nor did I ever feel bad for the ‘people’ who wanted something else to see, as those directly involved and impacted did not have the luxury which any of those who complained about the events of simply turning off their television screens or changing the channel had been allotted. I admit, I still do not feel bad for those ‘people’. If you complained even one time about the footage on the news about seeing too much, I did not and I do not feel bad for you in the slightest. The amount of editing which did occur and has occurred to ensure the safety of your eyes and of your ears, were not something those of the circumstances were allotted at the times of emergency.

For those of you who whined about the news, did you ever take a second to realize while you could change the channel and watch something else; the people who were unable to contact their loved ones because of the cellphone towers needing to be redirected for the air traffic controllers to speak with the pilots or other agency officials? Did you ever think about those who were on the ground needing to contact other departments, to ensure the safety for those people of that general public were safe and out of harm’s way? Did you ever think about the people who lived in those areas who heard all day and all night the screams of the people who were stuck inside of the rubble? Or did you think about those who were trying to get to those people who were stuck, but a rumbling occurred and the nearby debris was unsafe for them to be in the area and what they went through? Did you ever think about those who were in the various agencies in charge, who had to attempt to figure everything out at the blink of an eye for the best of everyone on the ground, in the air, on or in the sea, as well as the general public?

If you were not directly in those areas and you did not have someone directly in those regions of the various airports which had to have every single plane grounded for clearance, while getting the approved airplanes off of the ground to ensure the clear space; no, I still do not feel bad for you because you saw a news broadcast. You did not experience, what all of those who did experience?

What about those who are Amish and the like who were having their first year out of their hometown to proverbially grow up or on spiritual/religious missions away from their families, and could not contact their loved ones at all in the slightest? Did you think about them, or their confusion, or their safety? What about those of you who want immigration reform and those who were scheduled to leave and maybe even on a plane to go back to their home country who were ready to see their family, but could not go because of the situations which unfolded? Did you think about them, and what they had to do to inform others while not get in trouble with the government of The United States of America as well as their home country?

Did any of you who complained about the news footage ever think about the military academies which are close to and/or in view of the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, and/or any airport in The United States of America? Including, the islands and territories? Did any of you who complained think about what your children saw when that day occurred, and what their teachers did during the reaction?

Did you think about the children who were in daycare in those areas along the east coast, or their parents/legal guardians? Did any of you think about those who were working in those emergency situations, and their worry for their own children; but they could not allow themselves to focus on their children because of what was right before their very eyes? Did any of you who complained about the news footage, ever think about those in the technology sector who were unable at all to take their eyes off of the different aspects of security, to ensure those in charge as well as on the ground were able to be correctly informed? Did any of you who whined ever think about those who were driving at whatever speeds, and then hearing the broadcast on the radio? Did you ever think about who did not have access to technology, but saw all sorts of events going on above them without any idea?

Did any of you who complained about the footage less than one full month after the attacks on 11 September 2001 by the way since the news reporters were reporting your whining back then, ever pay attention to those news reporters themselves? Did you ever see the tears they were holding back, while you whined about them being on the air? Did you ever pay attention to the various officials throughout the government of The United States of America when they were giving their reports, and the tears they were holding back? When the footage of then President George W. Bush came across the screen when he was reading a book to a kindergarten class ever think about what was going on in his thoughts, to not scare all of those children? What about his staff members who had to inform him, but in a way which did not scare those kindergarteners? Did you think about them, and what they were going through? Did you ever think about those who were in the different space stations above the earth in orbit, who could only at the time see the clouds of smoke billowing out of the land when you complained? Did any single one of you who whined about the news footage ever once think for one simple second, outside of your own little and small world or did you only focus on your discomforts while ignoring the bigger picture of reality?

If you only focused upon yourselves and did not ever at any point in time look at who all was affected, I wonder what your lives must have been like to be able to afford such luxuries. Was it worth it in the short term and the long term, to ignore the realities of others who were suffering? Did you continue on such patterns of behaviors and not grow from the experiences, or did you attempt to do and be better people? Did you attempt to help those around you who you knew needed help, or did you ignore their plights as well? Did you exclude yourselves and only allow yourselves to remain in a contained little bubble while annoying those who actually deal with the realities of, or did you try to help them where and when possible? Or, did you choose to make things worse for them in similar ways of complaining to the new stations for showing edited footage?

If your blood pressure has raised or you have thrown a temper tantrum because of my words I guesstimate one of a few things, in reference to those reading this journal blog entry.

1). If your blood pressure raised and you were in the situations, I do apologize of the realities you faced but thank you for being strong enough to push forward; and I hope it had been for the better.

2). For those of you whose blood pressure raised and you were not in those situations but you complained and whined, I guesstimate you made one of two choices:

2a). You continued whining and complaining, and are either throwing another temper tantrum, or are going to go throw another whiny little titty baby fit; despite whatever age above 18 years old you might be biologically. Though here, let me give you another excuse for a temper tantrum, apparently you are only biologically an adult, and mentally/emotionally you are a child and that is why you are acting like one or are about to. Grow, up. If you are offended by the term I have of you being a ‘whiny little titty baby; and/or any variation of, I guarantee you would not be able to handle in person the real words which would much easier flow of that which I would call you directly to your face and I know you know it would be much worse than ‘Cactus Jack’ for certain individuals. I also guarantee you any mumbling I have made underneath my breath are nothing, which could prepare you for what would be said. I promise, you that. Those who have seen me in certain situations and were very happy the anger was not directed at them, could very much state that to be fact. I guesstimate even the Lieutenant General could tell you, “Nope, I did not see those words coming in my direction from her.”

2b). You at some point realized outside of the situations you were in, there were and are others who have difficulties and you strove to become better people and attempt to do better for more than just yourself; while doing what you can for yourself and your loved ones. For that, I commend you for doing better and I do apologize for what you have dealt with; but thank you for becoming stronger and better than the earlier mentioned. You may or may not be above the ranking of a 2 Star Lieutenant General, but I can respect that much more than any whining and complaining about edited and filtered words and/or images.

In turn the aspects of the documentary movie of 9/11 by the two French filmmakers had evoked quite a few different situations for the thoughts which already were running rampant throughout my brain, and though many who know me or know of me understand I am not one who shies away from certain aspects; but the fact I of all people had to pause the movie several times despite the fact the filmmakers were so respectful with their footage choices, is so extremely pivotal which I needed to take several days to watch that movie in full. I started watching that movie if I remember correctly on a Sunday and when Wednesday came around had been when I was able to finish watching that documentary.

My now dead-ex-husband was making fun of me the various times I needed to pause the movie, and though I told him he could watch it and I would get the point of where it was left off to watch; he refused and then I dealt with the aspects of differing points and types of conversations until I could watch the documentary again. Later after the first separation and just before the second and final separation from my now dead-ex-husband I met ‘Cactus Jack’s AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr’s younger brother Jeremy, who had been rightfully so embarrassed by the events of his older brother and the associations with the ‘151 Road Warriors’ during the event of #Fiesta in #SanAntonio #Texas of which I have written about previously, but unlike his older brother ‘Cactus Jack’ AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr; Jeremy Kuykendall actually was interested in watching the documentary as I had explained it. As his older brother ‘Cactus Jack’ AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr threw a little tempter tantrum about the mentioning of the 9/11 documentary by the 2 French Filmmakers and absolutely refused to watch it at all whatsoever, but preferred some movie which depicted if the South had won instead of the North during the Civil War; Jeremy actually watched what he could after I gave him the warning above of the documentary.

Shortly after watching the documentary Jeremy Kuykendall had scheduled a meeting with his fiancé Leslie, older brother ‘Cactus Jack’ AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr, their little sister Rachael, their parents, and I to inform everyone after he graduated college at #UTSA of his plan to join The United States of America’s Armed Forces Army branch as an officer. Though it partially annoyed Leslie but extremely annoyed ‘Cactus Jack’ AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr of Jeremy’s choice to join, it annoyed ‘Cactus Jack’ AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr even more-so his brother Jeremy had asked me about the military in comparison to his brother. However Jeremy knew of my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury as well as the after effects of, but also knew while I could not inform him of everything he would be dealing with, he also knew I could not lie to anyone; and thus he was able to ask questions to prepare himself in ways which ‘Cactus Jack’ AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr never could, for honorable active duty service.

Though Jeremy admitted he wanted to be able to add the aspects of his military service for when he got into politics as an additional good point, I also warned him of the aspects which some might give him more scrutiny than he would expect. Though initially when being introduced to Jeremy, I was told of how Jeremy and I could never get along because of his Democratic views and my Republican views; yet we seemed to get along perfectly fine, without any problems or issues. Thus, his brother threw more temper tantrums and complained more because of the fact ‘Cactus Jack’ AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr kept attempting to proverbially stir the pot as he had during the ‘151 Road Warrior’ and Fiesta San Antonio Texas event for the movie #MadMax at the #AlamoDrafthouse on 410 and 151; though all ‘Cactus Jack’ AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr stirred the pot of, was more people being annoyed with him instead of what drama he was attempting to create, but backfired.

On a side note though partially related in a different aspect in reference to the technology recordings, there had been a female I met at #OliveGarden named Crystal Lynn who had attempted to get me to be involved in a relationship with her and claimed she had done a background check on who is now my dead-ex-husband when I first worked at Olive Garden. The ‘friendship’ did not last long at all as she was looking for something, which I could never provide for her; despite the fact she lied so much her step-father had warned me about when I met him and her mom. I explained to her that my then husband was able to check to see if a background check was run on him, but even if it was not by her; if her step-dad had and he told me the truth I would have believed him, as the way she had attempted to tell me was after she tried to get me to make-out with her and was upset I turned her away. She said that my now dead-ex-husband ‘background check showed he was not going to college’; and nothing more than that despite anyone who knows anything about a background check, there is far more information which is much more important than that. As Crystal Lynn had said she was related to several celebrities which I had not heard of before but did not look like they were related in the slightest when she showed me pictures saying they were all in the same family; none of the facial features had any similarities beyond each of them having two eyes, a nose, and a mouth. I knew she was lying as soon as she said well before she brought up her claimed relatives, that Biggie Smalls (rest in peace) was still alive. I knew for a fact he had passed away, a long time before that evening.

After the situation with Terry and his ex-wife Lisa and then shortly after the events of 11 September 2001, a female said she knew me and introduced herself as Crystal Lynn. However with everything going on in my life at the time, I did not remember her. She threw a tantrum and was upset claiming my aftereffects of my Psalm Sunday 2000 head injury were not believable in her thoughts, and she claimed I was being rude. I bring this up because when ‘Cactus Jack’ AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr had told me he wanted me to speak with a friend of his from childhood, he said she had been an exotic dancer who went by the stage name of Crystal at different adult entertainment locations; though was upset I did not visit any of the times, I did not know her.

In reference of the technology aspects as well as the events of 11 September 2001 as well as the Mad Max movie event along with those associated with ‘Cactus Jack’ AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr of the ‘151 Road Warriors’ during the event of Fiesta in #mysa and how repeatedly he had been told by me that he sounded like a terrorist to those of the city of San Antonio as well as the state of Texas, one could look to the points of the numbers I wrote in reference to my thoughts during the documentary about 9/11 in regard to those who were a part of.

Ironically years after moving around different locations in the state of Texas because of what happened to my daughter at #McCoy #Elementary School in #Carrollton Texas, when I was back in the city of San Antonio; ‘Cactus Jack’ AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr wanted to meet with me at a #JimsRestaraunt to tell me of him going through school to be a part of #emergencymedicalservices to become a #firstresponder, in the city of San Antonio. I asked if he thought that was a good idea and he told me of how great he was doing and how he was going to be somebody, and make himself a good path. As I listened to him ramble and rabble on and on about all of the accomplishments he claimed he was going to do while wearing the ‘151 Road Warrior’ t shirt, I simply thought to myself wondering if the city of San Antonio was going to let him take all of the mandatory courses and repay several aspects of to then reject ‘Cactus Jack’ AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr from ever passing the course to become a emergency first responder, if he had not changed his ways. If he had not as I wondered listening to the claims he was making, I wondered if he continued to be just as ignorant as he had been before and if he had and did not change himself for the better; I wondered to what length he would go before he realized his mistakes and if he would ever attempt to repair the damages, before being forced to.

I thought as he continued on with his claims if he had remembered what he had said in defense of my now dead-ex-husband in reference to when I was yelled at for saluting the American Flag during the National Anthem, and if any of those who saw and heard that were on any form of emergency first response; and thus also kept an eye out for the other aspects of, especially if he had not changed his ways for the better when attempting to apply. That day I saw he had not changed in the slightest, and I wondered if there was ever anything he would truly accomplish. If in turn of his graduation time being closer to the time of when I published “Finding the Silver Lining By: Susan MeeLing” and/or he had not told the emergency first responders of his prior arrest, recently I wondered if he was arrogant enough to blame me for what were his choices. If such occurred and he was not hired to become a first responder but then chose to go after my Medal of Honor Art Project after multiple other aspects of his choice and his doing, I am glad I wrote up what I had in the more recent writings and hopefully #Congress, #Senate, the #WhiteHouse, the #DoD, the #DOJ, the #Pentagon, the #FBI, the #CIA, and the various branches of The United States of America’s Armed Forces varying branches and divisions as well as the #police are able to find some assistance with those writings and they help.

I told and warned ‘Cactus Jack’ AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr he sounded like a terrorist back in 2006 through to 2009 despite having broken up with him in 2008, but if he remained bitter about so many aspects instead of being better and moving forward in a more positive way if his patterns of behavior against the Armed Forces as he showed on the 1604 loop during that event continued through to my Medal of Honor Art Project though in some specifics of in the state of #Montana and that traffic backup; then he made himself aware to all 50 states, the territories of, as well as the world in the least positive way ever.

I am also going to throw out there while I did not know until recently in 2019 and 2020 about certain points of the Fiesta event beyond it was crowded when I went and loud for my headaches, I am quite sure there are many people who know far more than I about that event. For example, I guesstimate the Senators and the Congress from the state of Texas know about that event a bunch more than I as well as the #Mayor of San Antonio and the #Governor and I guesstimate they are not impressed at all by the choices of ‘Cactus Jack’ AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr and his group of hoodlums of the ‘151 road warriors’; but I also guesstimate the FBI guys in the city of San Antonio know what that is much more than I, and probably about 99.9999999999999% of the city and population of San Antonio and the state of Texas knows much more than I about the Fiesta events.

Maybe if ‘Cactus Jack’ AKA Jeffrey Kuykendall Jr had watched the documentary, maybe he would have been a better person if he chose not to change for the better on his own.


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The ultimate measure of an individual is not where they stand in moments of comfort and convenience, but where they stand at the time of challenge and controversy.

We must reject the idea that everytime a law is broken society is guity, rather than the law breaker. 

Freedom is never-more than one generation away, from exinction.  We do not pass freedom on through our blood stream because freedom must be fought for, protected, and handed on for the next generation to do the same.

Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.


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