Chapter 08: Close of the Evening from Inside Sagittarian's Home

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  April 19, 2014

Chapter 08:  Close of the Evening from Inside Sagittarian's Home



Intro:  I had to move this Page to a Post listing due to there are a bunch of Ignorant Mother Fuckers out there that don't know how to read a blog.  They think that you only have to submit a posting every fucking day.  What they don't fucking realize is that you set your own posting ratio?  Due to the length of my postings they do nothing but bitch inside 9-1-1 Riverside County Sheriff's Department.

Scrabble, where did we leave off in Daddy's story; I was busy eating dinner?

What do you mean Binxy; I was eating dinner too?  "I'll ask Daddy in a little bit," Scrabble tells Binxy, as he rushes to the backdoor.

As I'm finishing my dinner Scrabble sits at the backdoor waiting and just staring outward with an occasional look over his shoulder looking back at me, then glaring back out the large glass pained door awaiting the nearest tree.  As Binxy approaches Scrabble at the back door, he asks, "Scrabble do you need to go outside; I do?"

Looking at, Scrabble utters out, "Binxy, it's raining out there, just like cats and dogs."

It is, Scrabble?

Just look out there Binxy.  Are you sure you want to go out there; that's a lot of water Binxy?

Yes, I'm sure Scrabble; I really need to go.

Okay, okay, Binxy; I'll go with you!

Scrabble runs back to the living area and says, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, it raining outside will you bring me a towel?

Me too, Daddy, Binxy hollers out!

      "Okay, boys, I'll be right there.  Here you go, let me open the door for you both first."

      "Scrabble..., you don't have to look at me like that."  With that inconsolable look upon his face, I open the rear entry door, and as Binxy tries to squeeze between the door and Scrabble in a scurry.

Scrabble rushes outside urinate on the Tree People after Binxy had cut him off at the opening at the doorway.  Before Scrabble stops at the tree, the bushes, and even the rose bushes to water and defecate upon them; Scrabble pursues Binxy outside in the yard to give him a playful swipe on the derriere because Binxy cut him off at the pass.  Binxy then scurries off before Scrabble can take him down for the tackle.  Binxy then proceeds to run off to the sanded dirt area in the back alley where there is plenty of soft soil and sand supporting the "bushes and shrubs" to urinate and defecate on the Pig People.

Scrabble is the first one to scurry back inside after getting his backside wet.  As he runs back up to me where I'm sitting on the sofa, he begins to shake is lil' ol' twenty-five pound muscular body.  Needless to you, if you haven't had a dog, the was sopping wet and had the happiest of smiles upon his face.  While I'm toweling down, here comes the puttie-cat.  He is just sopping wet and worse off than Scrabble.  Nothing like having to chase Binxy around the house to get him toweled off.  I think he was teasing me about asking for a towel, or was he asking for the towel for Scrabble?  What was Binxy thinking?  He's a bit antagonistic when it comes to playtime.  "Binxy, you are soaking wet; come here," as I finish toweling of Scrabble! 

Scrabble feeling frisky after being outside in the rain and toweled off, loves to play tug-of-war by snatching the end of the towel and dragging it across the room for me to chase after him.  He pauses and waits to see if I'm going to grab the other end of towel or chase after Binxy to wipe him down.  So, I take a few minutes to play tug-of-war and wrestle with Scrabble myself.

Now that he is dry and all wound-up, he exclaims, "Binxy, I'm going to get you!"  They both proceed to do a few laps around the furniture before the big tackle.

Binxy pauses and stalks Scrabble behind the loveseat and to catch Scrabble off guard.  Just as soon as Scrabble stops and looks at me, Binxy comes out from behind the loveseat, and swipe right across Scrabble's backside with his paw and ready for another few laps around the house; back-and-forth to the Guest bedroom through the kitchen, to be Master bedroom, and back to the living room, then around-and-around the coffee table before I can get a hold of Binxy to dry him off.

Scrabble jumps back into my lap while I'm on the sofa all in a pant, and as Binxy runs past my feet I bend down with the towel to snatch him up and dry him off.  "Binxy, now I got you; it's your turn!  Now I can dry you off.  You are soaking wet; I'd thought with all that exercise you would dry off by now."

"Oooo..., Binxy; you are all fluffy," Scrabble utters!

      Scrabble you are right.  You boys sit down and relax now that your bellies are full, and you had your exercise.

"Exercise," Binxy exclaims loudly!  "What do you mean exercise?"  "We are just wrestling like they do on the television show, 'WWW'."

Binxy, what do you mean, Worldwide Wrestling?  We watch Animal Planet!

In unison, "Daddy, turn on the television to 'Animal Planet'!"

Scrabble leaps upon on the sofa and looks at me solemnly waiting for me to part my legs, and replies, "Daddy, can I lay down here?"  "Blanky, please!"

Binxy pounces on the sofa , right there behind him, waiting for Scrabble to bury himself and get comfortable between Daddy's legs; and utters out, "Scrabble, lay down already, I'm waiting to get comfy too."

As both boys settle in and on top of the blanket and underneath it, Scrabble wiggles and rests his chin on the interior side of my knee; all the while Binxy is right there behind him on top of the blanket.  Needless to say, they are both there to keep their Daddy warm on the cold rainy day.  "Okay, boys, here's 'Animal Planet'!"  "Are you both comfortable?"

"Scrabble, you comfy," Binxy asks.

As Scrabble lets out a big huff of breath as he finishes settling in, "I am Binxy, thank you."  "How about you?"

"I am, but I could use a warm bowl of milk, Scrabble," as he looks up at Daddy with his head halfcocked and turned upside down.

"Binxy, how about some warm milk before bedtime?"

"Okay, Daddy," Binxy replies as he rests his chin upon the blanket which covers Scrabble's hip.

"Binxy, Binxy, 'Animal Planet', Scrabble shouts out with an excited tone in voice as his body is just collapsed upon mine.

      "Here you go boys," as I scratch their backsides in the loving manner they are accustomed too.

"Oooo..., Daddy, " Scrabble and Binxy reply.

"Okay, Scrabble, quiet, 'Animal Planet', Binxy responds.

Peace and quiet settles in the house except for the roars of the hippopotamuses on the television.  Shortly, thereafter, I hear the snores from underneath the blanket, and the purrs of Binxy knowing that they are both "in a safe place" curled up inside Daddy's lap.

Chapter 01: Tree People and Pig People

On:  ScrabbleBinxy.Blogspot.com
Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  April 19, 2014

Chapter 01:  Tree People and Pig People

Intro:  I had to move this Page to a Post listing due to there are a bunch of Ignorant Mother Fuckers out there that don't know how to read a blog.  They think that you only have to submit a posting every fucking day.  What they don't fucking realize is that you set your own posting ratio?  Due to the length of my postings they do nothing but bitch inside 9-1-1 Riverside County Sheriff's Department.

Binxy and Scrabble talk with USNdaddy about

Tree People and Pig People, who think they are

Playing a Mother F*n Game!     

They “think” these games are played

with User ID’s and/or Badge Numbers!

What are User IDs and/or Badge Identification Numbers?

Well, Scrabble, a User ID is a form of Username that we use these days to log onto a computer to identify ourselves.  You could say that it a Nickname that individuals use…like Daddy’s, he is USNdaddy; but just Daddy to us.

That’s right, Binxy!

A Badge Identification Number is an Officer-of-the-Law’s Badge Identification Number to identify them to Fellow Officers, Deputies, Patrolmen and Citizens and Patrons; this is why they apply to an Academy to earn their Badge to uphold the Law, their “Contractual Oath-of-Office, and that of the United States Constitution.  Daddy’s going to talk about this in the near future and how they took advantage of one singular individual.

Thanks, Binxy!

Who are the Tree People and Pig People in this Mother F*n Game?

Binxy, I know who they are! 

Daddy says, that for every person that has harassed him since October 2011 in these Mother F*n Games he is going to mention their name or UserID, Badge Number, and/or their name from the US Government Office.

Why are you asking me about their Badge Number, Binxy?

Well, because, as an Officer-of-the-Law such as the Riverside and Indio Sheriffs, Palm Springs Police Department, and even our US Government (e.g., US Military Serviced Members), they have played a Game called, “The Man Who Played the Fool”!

And, as Daddy says:

“Be careful What You Say and Do”,

Because if you are NOT; then

“Be Careful What You Do and Say!”

Or

“Be careful What You Say and Do”,

 But yet,

“Be Careful What You Do and Say!”

And as the Holy Bible describes this game of “The Man Who Plays the Fool”, we read Binxy:

Scrabble, Daddy’s no Bible Thumper though but this God’s reference about the men and women that are the fools.

As, Scrabble reads:

(Ref:  Proverbs 10:13-23 King James Version)

13  In the lips of him that hath understanding wisdom is found: but a rod is for the back of him that is void of understanding.

14  Wise men lay up knowledge: but the mouth of the foolish is near destruction.

15  The rich man's wealth is his strong city: the destruction of the poor is their poverty.

16  The labour of the righteous tendeth to life: the fruit of the wicked to sin.

17  He is in the way of life that keepeth instruction: but he that refuseth reproof erreth.

18  He that hideth hatred with lying lips, and he that uttereth a slander, is a fool.

19  In the multitude of words there wanteth not sin: but he that refraineth his lips is wise.

20  The tongue of the just is as choice silver: the heart of the wicked is little worth.

21  The lips of the righteous feed many: but fools die for want of wisdom.

22  The blessing of the LORD, it maketh rich, and he addeth no sorrow with it.

23  It is as sport to a fool to do mischief: but a man of understanding hath wisdom.

Scrabble let me read this version:

(Ref:  Proverbs 10:13-23 New Live Edition)

13  Wisdom is found on the lips of him who has understanding, but a stick is for the back of him who has no understanding.

14  Wise men store up learning, but the foolish will be destroyed with their mouths.

15  The riches of a rich man are his strength, but the need of the poor is what destroys them.

16  The pay earned by those who are right with God is life, but the sinful are paid by being punished.

17  He who listens to teaching is on the path of life, but he who will not listen to strong words goes the wrong way.

18  He who hides hate has lying lips, and he who talks to hurt people is a fool.

19  The one who talks much will for sure sin, but he who is careful what he says is wise.

20  The tongue of those who are right with God is like fine silver, but the heart of the sinful is not worth much.

21  The lips of those who are right with God feed many, but fools die for want of understanding.

22  The good that comes from the Lord makes one rich, and He adds no sorrow to it.

23  Doing wrong is like play to a fool, but a man of understanding has wisdom.

“Daddy, what does this mean,” the boys shout out with a bit of confusion?

Scrabble and Binxy, this means that all of the individuals that have “Played USNdaddy as the Fool” are truly the Fools themselves.  It takes, not just one man to play the fool; but it takes many men to play one man the fool.  Just as it happened two thousand years ago.

Who are the Tree People are:

There are various ways to describe the Tree People; here are a couple variations that Daddy told me about, Binxy:

One way to describe the Tree People are:

As animals, we see them from the ground upward standing on two feet…well, those that do stand on two feet.  (Chuckling)

And, another is as an Officer-of-the-Law or US Military Service member; they wear brown and green uniforms from time-to-time.  Some wear other colors; however, our Desert Deputies wear these colors while on duty.

…or, did you say Dooty, Scrabble? (Smirking)

Who are the Pig People are:

Pig People are different than Tree People, Scrabble; they too can be described a little differently:

As trees grow beneath our feet, we have pigs that have soiled our pens and lawns.  If we think back to a time period as to when our Law Enforcement was referred to as “PIGS,” not to be confused with the “Bay of Pigs;” we begin to understand how our culture has changed.  So, PIGS are pigs, and individuals are individuals who sometimes like to play as pigs; do NOT get them confused with those PIGs residing inside a heritage of Law Enforcement.

When we address our alleged Fellow Officers, be assertive…not, aggressive; and above all, ask plenty of questions where they insert reasonable suspicion of guilt pointed your direction.

Don't forget Scrabble and Binxy to wear your waders;

There is going to be a lot of PIG manure to wade around in!

These pigs live in a "World of Mud!"

A secondary way to describe Pig People is to find them on the Internet.  They can be found under various websites; which our supposed Law Enforcement and US Government lacked to due until USNdaddy stepped in.  Believe it or not, some of our Law Enforcement and US Government members exist on these sites as well; even for cash.  (Names to be introduced later)

It’s time for dinner boys!  Let’s go eat, Daddy states.

“Yeah,” Binxy and Scrabble bellow out!

“Time for biscuits,” Scrabble states!

“Time for treats,” as Binxy wrestles Scrabble to kitchen.

“Daddy, by the way, what does USNdaddy mean,” as the boy wait for their dinner?

It stands United States Navy Daddy; that should help those that don’t quite understand or know what the acronym USN is.  I’ve been going by USNdaddy ever since the year 2000.

Scrabble says, right before he grabs his biscuit, “That’s an awfully long time don’t you think, Binxy?”

“It sure is, Scrabble,” as Binxy strolls around Daddy’s legs.

Chapter 07: Daddy's Departure from Las Vegas

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  April 19, 2014

Chapter 07:  Daddy's Departure from Las Vegas

Intro:  I had to move this Page to a Post listing due to there are a bunch of Ignorant Mother Fuckers out there that don't know how to read a blog.  They think that you only have to submit a posting every fucking day.  What they don't fucking realize is that you set your own posting ratio?  Due to the length of my postings they do nothing but bitch inside 9-1-1 Riverside County Sheriff's Department.

Daddy's Departure from Las Vegas

I had just relocated back from Las Vegas, Nevada to Palm Springs where I needed to seek out living arrangements; not discerning where I was going to end up, I sought refuge with the Veteran's Administration located in Loma Linda, California knowing that they would be able to assist me with a place to lay my head and weary body.  You know, the knowing of where you are going to end up, on the street, in a loving home with friends or family, in a church, your car, the park overlooking the sunset, or in a homeless shelter where there are two or three square meals a day...if you are lucky enough to conquer the environment.  What is you environment like?  Are you left with the unknowing?  Or, are you fortunate enough to have a roof placed over your head?  What is it like for you?  The unconsciousness, the naïve, the lack of drive to put forth yourself into the unknown creates a stillness and deficiency of spirit.  Unknowingly, I went forth into my own unknown future; hesitating what waits ahead knowing I arrived into Loma Linda carrying two duffel bags worth two weeks' worth of clothing weighing fifty pounds, including the necessary records of who I am to identify myself.

You are probably wondering why I had to move away from Scrabble and Binxy, my two ever-loving animal kingdoms.  We all know that our animals provided us with an unconditional love.  They only ask us in return to be loved back with either a roof over their head, a pillow to lie upon, a place to lay their weary chins, or maybe it's their next meal, a biscuit or treat...maybe it's a place to play and run about, or just a warm place to rest their heads upon your lap.  I believe it is the companionship that they ultimately are searching for in a partnership with a human or a fellow playmate.  Isn't that what we are all ultimately search for?  Mine animal kingdoms are highly cherished.  I would spoil them to the point they would lay next to or on top of Daddy; I would scratch their bellies, chins and ears.  Scrabble would start grinning if would scratch is his tight and slender behind, or he would place the biggest smile upon his face as I would rub his chest causing him to smile from town-to-town .  Binxy would extend his head and lap the air when his furry backside was scratched; he would even reach up and nip at my wrist in a loving manner when I would rub and pet his belly, or grab at my head when I blew it making belly sounds.  Then again, he also would put a smile upon his face that could be shared from town-to-town.

So, Daddy, why did you leave Las Vegas, like singer Sheryl Crow wrote about, "Leaving Las Vegas," Scrabble and Binxy inquire?

Boys, Daddy left Las Vegas due to you other Daddy, Brian, and I were separating for good.  What he couldn't face is when the man he dedicated his life to did something differently than he did.  He drank alcohol and used various forms of narcotics ever since he was a teenager; but, when is partner, Daddy, was using a different type substance, Brian could not face that he was seeing a different individual, stronger and more confident.  This was also due to that Daddy's life was changing dramatically.  You boys must understand that Daddy has always been an independent soul; and that Brian was also co-dependent, relying on other to do something with or organizing and leading the crowd.  Don't take me wrong, he is confident in his right; it's just, we started growing more-and-more apart since our intimacy was growing more-and-more estranged.  When it came to drugs, I can only image that it was okay for him to use a substance by himself, but not okay for his partner to the same.  Our agreement back in 2006, once Daddy found out the truth about him using narcotics several years earlier within the beginnings of the relationship, was that we would use them together; but this did not stop him, when he may have been out with others.

Brian, is a very giving and loving individual; he taught Daddy about understanding how to not hurt another individuals feelings when Daddy speaks to them.  Daddy was known to be taken the wrong way when I spoke to others.  Some thought I was rude, harsh, stern, or arrogant; what they did not understand is that Daddy's higher education level, professionalism and lack of after working hours socialization made it appear so.  What others may not have seen, and Brian did, is that Daddy is a fun-loving and free spirited person as is he.  You could say that we are both professional in our own careers, and still loving being dorks together.  Our similarities in our lives together ran the same direction.  Our directions now run differently.

As you boys know, Brian and I always had different schedules due to our employment types.  He in restaurant management, and Daddy's in project management.  Daddy always toiled on the day shift, and Brian would labor the swing shift.  Daddy always supported him in whatever his endeavors were, as he did I.  Always, we both took great care for each other no matter what occurred, almost losing a house to being out of a job on several occasions until that April of two-thousand and twelve.  As I started to grow further away from him, I found that my life was ever-changing in a way that I did not quite comprehend, understand or even expect!  I was growing more-and-more psychically gifted not recognizing this is who I would become today.

Daddy, Binxy asks, "Is that because you were suffocated in Sagittarian's house?"

Scrabble replies, "Binxy, of course, that's what Daddy was talking about; when Officer John Hamilton and Sagittarian laid upon his backside to have sexual intercourse causing his suffocation."

That's right boys!  Very good!

"See, Scrabble, I told you we'd remembered", as Binxy tackles Scrabble in a playful mood.

"Daddy, you keep talking.  I'm going to get you Binxy," as the boys continue to wrestle on floor and chase each other around the house!

Chapter 04: The Man Who Played the Fool

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  April 19, 2014
Revised:  February 02, 2020

Chapter 04:  The Man Who Played the Fool

Intro:  I had to move this Page to a Post listing due to there are a bunch of Ignorant Mother Fuckers out there that don't know how to read a blog.  They think that you only have to submit a posting every fucking day.  What they don't fucking realize is that you set your own posting ratio?  Due to the length of my postings they do nothing but bitch inside 9-1-1 Riverside County Sheriff's Department.

Revised:  Name from Sagittarian to Redsagittarian

The Mother F*n Game is called,

“The Man Who Played the Fool”!

Daddy, what did you mean by “The Man Who Played the Fool”, Binxy asks?

As Scrabble interjects, Daddy, you wrote some scripture last time, but what does it all mean?

Scrabble, Daddy is going to let us know how the scripture applies to what has happened in this community and to him.

Well, boys, the scripture was only to give those individuals an insight as to how many men or women can “Point-a-Finger” at an innocent individual, and get one man to “Play the FOOL.”  What they all need to actualize is that how that the FOOLS are really those that have pointed the finger at the innocent man.

Binxy do you know when this all started, Scrabble asks?

I bet you a doggy treat Daddy knows, Binxy replies.

Binxy you don’t eat doggy treats, you eat kitty treats!

Ok, then, a bowl of Ice Cream, Binxy exclaims!

I’ll take that bet only if you share, Binxy.

Ok, I’ll share that bowl of Ice Cream with you Scrabble…vanilla.  Daddy says no chocolate!

So, Daddy, tell us how this all started…!

It all started two years ago, in October 2011, when USNdaddy met a man and fell in love with him after three weekends of dating.  I was shortly after Daddy moved to Palm Springs, California from Las Vegas, Nevada to relocate for a job position in Rancho Mirage, California.   Daddy had to leave a lot of things behind, especially you precious two boys with Daddy’s ex-partner of eleven years.  As you both know, as I pet and scratch Scrabble and Binxy to reassure them; Daddy still remains friends today with Brian, that’s how well we both understand each other and how we both love are spoiled rotten Animal Kingdom, Scrabble and Binxy.

Kisses to you each of you…Muah!  :-*

As the story continues, boys, Daddy met this man called “RedSagittarian” with his little Italian Greyhound, named “Red”, his given name is Gilbert.  To the both us, he was also knows as “Gilbert-the-Grape.”  See here is a picture of Red, boys.

So, see Scrabble and Binxy, that’s why he calls himself the boyfriend, “RedSagittarian!”

How did you meet RedSagittarian, Scrabble quizzes?

I met RedSagittarian meet on a website called, NastyKinkPigs.  We both has similar take in what you would sexual appetite, body type, and well, men overall.

Did you like him when you first met him, Binxy probes for answers?

Daddy thought, “Woof!”  We hit it off right-off-the-bat!

Now, Daddy can tell you rest of the story of USNdaddy, RedSagittarian, and “The Man Who Played the Fool,” as both boys say as they get excited to hear the rest of the story.
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Daddy would see RedSagittarian every weekend after they met.  Daddy occasionally took a taxi over to meet him at his home.  Later on he would pick me up on a Thursday and drop me off at Buster and Boomer’s house, that’s were Daddy was living after he relocated and then met RedSagittarian.  Daddy had to first encourage him to pick him up by luring him with sexual innuendo and enticement.  We met about the second week Daddy was living in Cathedral City, California with Buster and Boomer.

Who’s Buster, whose Boomer, Scrabble and Binxy inquire?

They are two Corgis that Daddy’s friends, of 20 years, own in Cathedral City, California; but, that story is comes a bit later.

Back to RedSagittarian and USNdaddy; Daddy took RedSagittarian to dinner at a local dinner for Mexican food, and conversed where they hit off.  We then both proceeded back to his home in Rancho Mirage for further conversation and recreational activities.  He invited me to stay the entire weekend because we found that we had several things in common except seafood; pizza would turn out to be our food staple on the weekends or Thai food, was commonly agreed upon.  He wasn’t much on seafood but would eat shrimp from time-to-time, but I can get over that difference easily.  On the humorous side of his appetite, the man wouldn’t eat chicken off the bone, but would prefer a man-size piece of meat.

Scrabble, what are you smirking about, Binxy chuckles? (Daddy giggles due to Scrabbles smile.)

We continued to stay in contact, as every week Daddy would go to work.  RedSagittarian would pick Daddy up, usually a Thursday night, drive him to work on a Friday and, then, pick him up again on afterwards.  Daddy and RedSagittarian would continue to spend the weekends together until mid-January when Daddy had to move back to Las Vegas due to unforeseen circumstances.

As I was telling you both, Scrabble and Binxy, Daddy had moved back to Las Vegas and got a chance to see you both.

It was within the week I was back in Las Vegas, when RedSagittarian called and invited him back to his home where I eagerly accepted his invitation.  Daddy was getting to know RedSagittarian very well; especially his addiction to the television episodes of “Desperate Housewives.”

Daddy was having a difficult time finding a job in within the Coachella valley from the time I moved back to Palm Springs area through the beginning of April when all things changed between RedSagittarian and USNdaddy.

Chapter 03: USNdaddy's Suicide

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  April 19, 2014

Chapter 03:   USNdaddy's Suicide

Intro:  I had to move this Page to a Post listing due to there are a bunch of Ignorant Mother Fuckers out there that don't know how to read a blog.  They think that you only have to submit a posting every fucking day.  What they don't fucking realize is that you set your own posting ratio?  Due to the length of my postings they do nothing but bitch inside 9-1-1 Riverside County Sheriff's Department.

USNdaddy talks about Daddy’s Suicide

to Binxy and Scrabble!

Daddy, can we talk about your suicide now, Binxy inquires?

Okay, boys, let’s lay down on the sofa and Daddy will talk about the day I died, and came back to life. 

As we settle in on the sofa, Scrabble makes himself comfortable under the blanket just with his head peering out from underneath the covers.  Binxy crawls up onto my chest to make himself cozy, and just close enough to lay next to Scrabble.  Now, Binxy and Scrabble, let’s pick up where we left off about Daddy’s suicide.  This story is not for the lighthearted and to be taken seriously.

Daddy had committed suicide last November.  Daddy’s suicide went unreported by any local official and City Park employee.  I induced suicide with 60 tablets of 50 mg of Trazodone at 1:00 am on the morning of the 25^th of November, and passed out by 1:30 am.  I recovered around 3:33 am that morning lying in my own blood.  USNdaddy was, what you would consider, legally dead…“Lack of Life,” for over two hours.

Binxy what is Trazodone?  Daddy, what is Trazodone, Binxy mutters? 

The medical description of Trazodone is, boys, an antidepressant, antianxiety and sleep-inducing (hypnotic) effects.

Its common side effects are:  blurred vision, dizziness, somnolence (sleepiness), dry mouth, nausea, headache and fatigue.

Common adverse effects include:  vomiting, constipation, diarrhea, backache, confusion, disorientation, incoordination, orthostatic hypotension (head rush or dizzy spell), Syncope (loss of consciousness) and tremors.

After 30 minutes, taking the prescribed medication, Daddy began to vomit and dry heave with additional results of bleeding-out from my eyes, nose, ears, mouth and even, the top of my skull.  Believe it or not, it felt as if my own stomach was bleeding; I suppose it was, due to I started vomiting blood.  I continued vomiting and bleeding continuously.  I did my best to remain on my two feet and control the bleeding through direct pressure utilizing the only thing that was available; brown paper towels to stop the bleeding from crown, and toilet tissue to control the bleeding from the nose.

Daddy, how did you know that it went “Unreported”, as Scrabble and Binxy question?

To tell you both, this is how Daddy knows:

      Firstly, Daddy gained a Clairaudience gift as I mentioned earlier in November 2012; providing Daddy with a clarity of hearing, which most people should not hear; such as radio frequencies (DBs, MHz, GHz and KHz) and what we would consider Angels and Demons.  This gift of Clairaudience was handed down through USNdaddy’s family ancestry amongst other gifts that Daddy learned about within the last two years.

      Secondly, being a Clairaudience, Daddy was challenged to commit suicide by several individuals throughout the community which included our Local and County 9-1-1 Emergency Contact Services, along with our US Government.  I could have even been provoked by Demons; I am still learning the truths as to what really happened that day.  Clairaudience can either be a “Gift” or a “Curse;” but when you add the US Government’s Top Secret project to utilize humans as Alpha and Beta testers on a Non-Lethal Bio-Weapon, the severity can be disastrous and hazardous to one’s health!

We will talk about these individuals a bit later due to this story gets a little weird with an unusual governmental twist about things that shouldn't exist…but, they have been working on this project since World War II (see Freedomfchs.com for further documentation).  They just didn’t know what they were really playing with when it came to an individual’s life!  Daddy will also discuss some of these things in detail for those laymen who may not understand radio frequencies and mind-control.

      Thirdly, now let’s get into how Daddy knew that his suicide went unreported.  I could hear someone telling me on a radio frequency, we’ll talk later on that like I said.  I heard them say that I needed to get out of my car, walk around and stay on my feet; drink plenty of water.  Daddy proceeded to the restroom, and tried to induce vomiting as instructed by those that were speaking to Daddy at that time.  I was unaware as to those that were speaking to me, however, found out late this year as to those individuals that were responsible.  Daddy’s is going to list those individuals personally in later Blogs ensuring that “Proper Justice” is adhered to consequently for those individual that should take responsibility for their actions; due to these are “True and Valuable Lessons.”

Daddy was vomiting with a profusion amount of blood through practically every orifice including the anus.  A continuous bleeding, vomiting and diarrhea caused large amounts of blood coming the nose mouth, ears and skull.  Daddy was aided in his vomiting with an amount of pressure being placed on my abdomen from an external source, with that pressure lifting and pushing upward.  The pressure was so great that it started my skull to bleed and causing diarrhea.

Applying a certain amount of direct pressure to the nose and the top of my own skull; hence, still not being able halt thy own bleeding.  Daddy did everything he could to control the bleeding; I even continued to clean up after myself so that the restroom was not left in a pool and splattering of blood.  Daddy continually began to grow even dizzy and lose start of losing consciousness.  As Daddy blacked out and lost consciousness, Daddy then fainted and collapsed to the floor striking my head on the toilet and steel peddle.  If you were looking down on me from above, I look as if I had on “O” over my head; it was only the steel toilet which covered my face as I lay there on my right side and my feet visible from the stall door.

Some people may say that they see a brilliant light and/or seeing their fellow loved ones as they pass to the other side of consciousness, meaning death.  Daddy, unfortunately, saw neither as far as I can recall.  Daddy arose from the ground floor, or you could say resurrected, after the two-hour period.  I then cleaned up after awaking, and preceded back to my vehicle while still trying to regain full consciousness.  The temperature was beginning to chill to an approximate fifty degrees.  Daddy then drove himself to the Jerry L. Pettis Veterans Medical Center in Loma Linda, California, approximately forty minutes to an hour away; the cold air aided in keeping me awake until arrived.

Daddy has evidence that he even drove himself and checked into the Psychiatric Ward voluntarily for psychiatric evaluation and treatment, due to the incessant harassment that occurred throughout the previous year prior to USNdaddy’s suicide.

Daddy now resides on a Suicide Prevention Observation Watch with the Veteran Medical Center, which has continued from then until now, and from today to tomorrow, and from tomorrow to the day-after-tomorrow.  Hopefully, not from the day-after-yesterday and into the future; because if it is not the future, it is today!

      Lastly, no individual, Officer, Deputy, US Government Official and Military Service member, or Civilian reported my death on the early fall morning.  The onsite City Park Employee Attendant never contacted 9-1-1’s Emergency Contact Services to report a body lying on the public restroom floor in disgrace for these Mother F*n Games!  This suicide was committed at California just outside of Palm Springs off Interstate 10, Exit 113, at Whitewater Adobe Park.

There are those individuals that may have taken part in saving my life; but also, has a “so-called” Specialized United States Government Non-Lethal Bio-Weapon equipment, that was used in aiding to safe Daddy’s life.  No one took the time to record the event, and left me for an unreported death.  This was in hopes to keep this form or harassment and weaponry classified; therefore, I must take it upon myself to report my own death and resurrection, rebirth.

As we know and as it was written, Jesus Christ died upon a cross in disgrace with only a loin cloth to cover himself and with a thorn of crowns laid upon his head.  Where I was murdered through our US Government’s equipment and our local community of Palm Springs stretching through Coachella Valley, and the United States.  Thus, causing one to lose faith in his community, his fellowman, and his government; especially after servicing his country in the United State Navy and Navy Reserve.  I even have difficulty gaining faith within my friends and family believing in USNdaddy on a topic that has met our Science Fiction.

Daddy, didn't you receive a Navy Achievement Medal in the US Navy, Scrabble inquires?

Scrabble, Daddy's a three time Navy Achievement Medal holder.

Binxy, do you remember when Daddy was gone for such a long time in two-thousand four through two-thousand five and two-thousand six?

Wait a minute, Scrabble; I know where you are going with that question.  Daddy's served in Imminent Danger during Operation Noble Eagle, Enduring Freedom, Operation Enduring and Iraqi Freedom.

Earning himself a Meritorious Unit Commendation, Global War on Terrorism Expeditionary and Service Medals, the National Defense Service Medal, and the Naval Reserve Meritorious Service Medal, two time honoree, as Scrabble proudly walks about the room talking to Daddy and Binxy.

This equipment was used to monitor USNdaddy’s movements, behavior, record and video log and file their creation ever since October 2011.  Remember, our US Government insist that this equipment does not exist, nor will they admit as to that they created an individual with Video and Recording Devices...can also been known as Human Flickering Device.

Sometimes that’s what it takes; is for one man to stand before his government, his community, and his fellowman, to ensure that is Civil Rights and Liberties, and justice for wrong doings extinguish those that proclaim and announce they are NOT in the wrong.  Only to practice to be God themselves through our science and technology without consent of those that they have taken advantage of through their own self-righteousness.

Scrabble, are you thirsty?  Daddy, can you get us some water?

Binxy, let’s go outside; I need to piss on some Tree People.

I need to piss on some Pig People, Binxy decrees!

Preface: USNdaddy Tells His Story to His Boys, Scrabble and Binxy

On:  ScrabbleBinxy.Blogspot.com
Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  April 19, 2014

Preface:  USNdaddy Tells His Story to His Boys, Scrabble and Binxy

Intro:  I had to move this Page to a Post listing due to there are a bunch of Ignorant Mother Fuckers out there that don't know how to read a blog.  They think that you only have to submit a posting every fucking day.  What they don't fucking realize is that you set your own posting ratio?  Due to the length of my postings they do nothing but bitch inside 9-1-1 Riverside and Indio County Sheriff's Department.

USNdaddy Tells His Story to His Boys, Scrabble and Binxy

USNdaddy tells his story to his boys, Scrabble and Binxy, about incidents that have happen over the last two years since October 2011, and today.  His story is going to be a book someday; but it is his book and story to tell.  He is informing the world on how “One Man Got Played as the Fool,” how he is rebelling against the injustice and brutality, fighting for his Civil Rights, Liberties, and our First and Fourth Amendments as United States citizens and animals...; whether, they be here on earth or in the Animal Kingdom.  And, above all, his integrity, honesty and respect!

Daddy’s story is a unique one.  It uncovers and reveals corruption, lies and false true's, conspiracy, truth and honesty, death, life and rebirth; and even a hidden Top Secret Project within our Government’s United States Military.  And, how two individuals suffocated one man, and how an entire community and the United States Military got one man to commit suicide.  This is biggest cover-up of a Mass Murder Suicide that our society has ever seen, and how it went unreported.  It is a true-to-life story, and something right of a Science-fiction novel.  All these events happened within the Coachella Valley of California, and throughout our United States.

How can all these events have happened to one person?

How could they let happen to our Daddy?

This is the story of our USNdaddy’s life from today, to tomorrow, to the day-before-yesterday, to the day-after-yesterday; from now to the future, and from future to eternity!  For he now does something a little differently today than he did yesterday!

Love,

Binxy and Scrabble

We love our USNdaddy to much not let the world know.