Star Wars

img_4388Let freedom ring! Sound  bells and let the world know we are adding a new service to the military. It will be a branch of the Air Force; The Space Rangers! Wait minute! Wasn’t that a TV SHOW? Did the Pentagon watch the series to get the idea that was thrown around when Ronald Reagan was the boss? We are trillions in debt and the government wants to add Space Cowboys to our already sizable debt. I can here Congress now: Do not worry General, we can cut food stamps, welfare, school lunches, social security, Obama Care, but we are not cutting out our candy machines.

Life is good knowing Stars Wars Inc is protecting the universe. We do need our satellites with the stars. Could you imagine a country blowing out an ATT, or Comcast Satellite; the riots would really begin. I will go back to my writing, the Government is tiring out my mind and body with their new schemes. Maybe congress should make a special election,(like Obama Care that was thrown down  our throats even though we did not want it), let the people decide. That would be a new concept, wouldn’t it?

Law suits everywhere! Spending money to stop the Ruskies at every turn. Impeach the President, jail this judge, oversite committee  for this and that so congress looks to protectAmerica’s interest as long as a lobbiest has the pay off. Ain’t life grand? Back in Costa Rica I relax and write and pray my country will be alright. Has common sense left the barn? We will see, Hey Harrison Ford, you may get a job offer.

Until next time, read a good book. Interested? Push the links below for my bookstores. Pura Vida!



“New Year

How do you plan?
When the world is in a hot frying pan?
Chaos in Iran, attacking Iraq,
Breaking all international pacts.

Terrorist in Saudi and Afghanistan,
Terrorist in Yemen waiting to join the band;
Fiat currency being devalued,
Stocks and bonds have no value.

Foreclosures throughout the nation,
Joblessness causing exasperation,
Homeless eating out of the trash,
The world heading to economic collapse.

How do you see the future?
How do you sift through all the manure?
The stench of politics making you angry
As you get economically buried.

Sit down and have a beer.
Hold your loved ones close and near.
Forget the government has a plan.
Depend on your mind and make a stand.

Search the world,
Find your pearl,
Where you can live inexpensively;
Carry your social security

“Spend ten dollars for dinner,
Have doctors who are givers,
Rent at three hundred dollars;
A government that is not a bother.

Try Chile, Ecuador, Costa Rica.”

Excerpt From
Timothy M. Nugent
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Living in Costa Rica

IMG_4192I love living in Costa Rica; I live in Aguacate in the middle of the rain forest. Lots and lots of rain, today it is raining ☔️ and I do not see it letting up. The picture is of our dogs, LuLu and LaLa, they are pretty obedient to our commands. Unlike many of the dogs in Aguacate who roam the roads like warlords demanding food because the owners do not feed them.

Yesterday was a beautiful sunny 😎 day; It was broken up by a pickup roaring up our dirt hill. A hill that is difficult to climb unless you have a four wheel truck which you still need a head start in the rain to make that climb. It is a neighbor with a regular pick up that is always charging the hill. Yesterday that truck claimed the life of a seven month old puppy 🐶 that roamed our yard. It was the neighbors dog, who would leave it alone to roam while they visit family. We began to give the dog treats, then food, because it was hungry. It was a cute little dog but was too hyper for our dogs or we would have asked to take the dog.

Like the other roamers in the neighborhood, Lee Lee (the nickname we gave the dog) darted out into the road to chase the truck and misjudged his path, Yelp! No thud from the truck, just gravel spitting out of the rear end tires. The driver continues his drive up the hill. He never stopped to see what he hit, or did he feel the puppy smashing under his tire? The driver did not walk back down to check on the dog, did not go to my neighbors house to explain the accident. What do you think? Was his actions cowardly indifference or silence because he did not hear the dog Yelp?

It is one of the things I dislike about Costa Rica; the indifference the people have towards their dogs.  If they get tired of the animal, they will drive miles away and leave the dogs on the side of the road. I have heard of Americans, unable or unwilling to take their dogs home to the USA; leaving them in the road. It angers me to know that Lee Lee is dead because the owner did not teach it to stay in the yard or build a small fence to keep it in. Is it a matter of Dollar and cents? It could be, it is a young family with three kids and they have a low monthly income. I built a wire fence to keep dogs out, but most importantly keep my dogs in the yard.

Soon Corina and I will move to San Luis; We have spent money 💰 on a chain link fence and concrete to keep our dogs safe. Our little dogs are our pets, our family, not guard dogs that roam neighborhood for food 🥘. How about you? Do you keep your dogs safe? Pura Vida! Press the link below for my bookstores, Thank you 😊




Mustafa Mohammed Kassab

It is a beautiful day; crispy air, A good start for a Saturday brunch of fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, and homemade croissants. Lucky is well enough to start running again and get back to his work. The group is at Pierre’s Cafe and are enjoying an early afternoon brunch. In front of Lucky is an investigation report given to him by Charles. A new figure in terrorism has appeared, Mustafa Mohammed Kassab. Mustafa stands six feet-three inches tall. He has long brown hair, brown eyes and a scar across his neck. An enemy attacked him while he was asleep; he killed his attacker before the attacker finished the job. It was an attempt to take over the cell. No one has ever heard of such an action before. A leader is picked by Isis to do a job, and everyone follows his lead. CIA is happy to see this dysfunction in a terrorist cell, but the service is a bit confused because they know the ruthlessness of Mustafa. He is big, powerful and demands loyalty or death. He is a perfect leader for Isis.
“I do not want to sound prejudiced, but he looks immaculate for a terrorist.” Says Jack.
“It says here he graduated from Harvard with a law degree in international affairs. Mustafa is clean shaven, intelligent and ruthless. He led an Isis group to five towns and massacred the people for not following Isis. He is going to be hard to find and stop.” Says Lucky.

Excerpt from- The Man With A Limp

T M Nugent-Author


Developing a Character

Take us to the bomb area Captain,” says Lucky.
“Has anyone looked at the videos Captain?” asked Jack.
“Yes, we see a young woman dressed in a hijab and an abaya, the
traditional dress of an Iraqi woman. She appears to be a black woman. She walks up to one of the tellers and seems to ask for the President of the bank. We see the cashier walk to the Presidents office. He leaves the office and walks to the glass partition to talk to the woman, and the bomb goes off. The woman disappears in the flash of the explosion, and the President is bounced over a desk and lands unconscious against the wall, twenty feet away from the blast area. The bullet proof wall saved his life; although he is in critical condition.”
“Can you see her trigger the bomb?” Jack ask.
“No, it is not visible from the view of the cameras,” says the Captain. The group arrives at the bomb Center, and Jazz cannot believe her
eyes. The devastation one person can make is overwhelming for her. She weeps seeing the body parts bagged on the bank floor. Human parts: brains, ears, legs, arms and hands; blood splattered on the ceiling, floor and walls mixed with dirt, plastic and metal. Jazz tells Jack she needs to step outside for some fresh air. Friends, relatives have raced to the bank to check on loved ones who work or use the bank. It has been a long day since the bombing, and the clean up is a slow process. Bagging and tagging to figure out what exactly happened at the bank. Jack walks out to check on Jazz,
“Are you, ok Honey?”

img_0001Hello 👋

How are my friends doing today? I would like some feedback on how my readers would like me to portray my main characters. Do the main characters need to be strong men or woman? Does it depend on the storyline, what the character evolves into? Can the hero show moments of weakness, sympathy, or can the person be cold and indifferent 😕?

As a writer of Police type adventure, I like to develop strong characters who show different emotions at different times. Joy, when their first child is born. Anger when his family is threaten. Bravery in time of crisis and an innate instinct for survival. In my book, The Man with a Limp, Lucky has the ability to work with people who is smarter than him. A computer person who solves problems Lucky cannot fathom an answer; he puts his trust in this person to find an answer.

An ex intelligence officer who becomes his best friend, who follows him through hell and back. A woman, beautiful, loving, as tough as Lucky is strong, and an FBI agent he meets during a case. Lucky falls in love and the agent and Lucky start a family. Sometimes Lucky is uncaring and ruthless in order to dispatch the most dangerous killers. Is this what you want in a hero? I am always open to new character development.

In my new book, The Chameleon Returns, Lucky McLaughlin continues to rescue people from evil criminals. He wishes to convict the killers legally; unlike his Father, who was more of an assassin to finish what the legal system would not conclude. Brooks McLaughlin would use any means at his disposal to finish the job. Brooks MacLaughlin was a genius in disguise, and frustrating to police and the FBI, because he left no evidence, no finger prints, shell casing, no skin fragments which the law enforcement could use against him.

Lucky worked at bringing law enforcement into each case and got to know the most important people in charge of each case. Lucky would ensure law enforcement is accredited for each solved case. He never asked for notoriety; He preferred to be on the sideline looking in. Is this the kind of hero you like to have an adventure with?

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“Take us to the bomb area Captain,” says Lucky.
“Has anyone looked at the videos Captain?” asked Jack.
“Yes, we see a young woman dressed in a hijab and an abaya, the
traditional dress of an Iraqi woman. She appears to be a black woman. She walks up to one of the tellers and seems to ask for the President of the bank. We see the cashier walk to the Presidents office. He leaves the office and walks to the glass partition to talk to the woman, and the bomb goes off. The woman disappears in the flash of the explosion, and the President is bounced over a desk and lands unconscious against the wall, twenty feet away from the blast area. The bullet proof wall saved his life; although he is in critical condition.”
“Can you see her trigger the bomb?” Jack ask.
“No, it is not visible from the view of the cameras,” says the Captain. The group arrives at the bomb Center, and Jazz cannot believe her
eyes. The devastation one person can make is overwhelming for her. She weeps seeing the body parts bagged on the bank floor. Human parts: brains, ears, legs, arms and hands; blood splattered on the ceiling, floor and walls mixed with dirt, plastic and metal. Jazz tells Jack she needs to step outside for some fresh air. Friends, relatives have raced to the bank to check on loved ones who work or use the bank. It has been a long day since the bombing, and the clean up is a slow process. Bagging and tagging to figure out what exactly happened at the bank. Jack walks out to check on Jazz,
“Are you, ok Honey?”



A Family Wall

Xlibrismain-qimg-d254dc0b11ccc313ae0d9482d5cc7296-cJohn Lennon is one of my favorite songwriters. He and Paul McCartney collaborated with some great songs about life. Six months ago my girlfriend, Corina rushed home for a family situation. Mom had two strokes, It almost killed her and the Doctors where able to continue her life. Devastated, a large family needed to communicate during the next few months. Mom lost the ability to talk and use her right arm and hand. Mom became depressed, tired, but not disagreeable. A strong woman she fights her dehabilatation.

Her Son, Jason, put up a Family Wall app so everyone can communicate about their beloved Mother. A family of eight adult children, living hundreds of miles apart, can communicate with pictures, text, video, and keep tabs on family. I believe it is the greatest app ever invented and started with my Family wall. I took it a step further, What is a Family Wall? In my mind, It is a place of solace, comfort, where you have no grudges, no anger, and no opinions. It is a place for unconditional love. All families from time to time have differences, and the family moves on. How can you live life fully if you cannot forgive and forget?

I added a group of my closest friends, not acquaintances, those people who stuck with you through the hard times.I can count on one hand those friends whom care about my family.

I have not understood the nuances of the wall, how to include everyone, the process of starting has held me back, but Corina is sharp about the wall and is slowly indoctrinating me to the finer points of the wall. I started the wall because I wish to be involved, being in Costa Rica, our phones are poor instruments of communication. Writing comes easy to me; being a private individual, that leaves FB and Twitter out. Being a writer, I need a public persona, which I do not want for my family and closest friends.

What do you think and feel about this Idea, the Family Wall? After all, it is a free app to a lifetime of family communication; birthdays, graduations, illness, plays your children might be in, sporting events, grades, or just plain conversation. Asking for help in difficult times, even if it is just a chat to relieve your tension. Don’t you think that it is a home Run? A win-win scenario where everyone one has a say in life’s family circle ⭕️?

Right now I show progress with the cabin we are building in Costa Rica. My newest endeavor in novel writing and pictures of Costa Rica. Come on family, What do you have to add to the Nugent Family Wall? Pura Vida!

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Just an update
Even through our troubles and tribulation
You made it possible for our marital elation’s
As we travelled up life’s stream
You made it possible for us to dream
To reach for the proverbial golden ring
We were able to find our own songs to sing
Your love would sustain us
I was the building and you the truss
I thank you and love you”

Excerpt From
Passages From Her Cards
Timothy M. Nugent
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Looking for excitement in reading

img_3198My first venture in writing a adventure type novel, “The Man With a Limp” due to be published at the end of October; is a mixture of adventure, romance, and friendship. Some times I like getting lost in a good adventure book. How about you? As a kid it was the Hardy Boys Mysteries  or Mark Twain. As I grew older I read less because I was so sports oriented and wish I would have read more often. I had neighbors who were school minded educators and had an opportunity to follow their examples as good students, but would rather play volleyball at the beach and drink Ripple Wine. Go figure! How life turns lemons into lemonade! How about you? Do you have the same kind of memories and regrets?

Nowadays I can not seem to find enough times to write. I go in spurts and write six to eight hours a day putting random Ideas on my I pad notebook pages. Do you like to write? Do you care what people think about your writing? I hope they enjoy my thoughts on the written page and find it is a pleasant escape from everyday drudgery. My days are always filled with excitement as I take a deep breath and thank God I still have an active imagination. I often think of a young friend named Tom; I would ride my bike to his house and we would play cowboys and dinosaurs. Maybe that was the beginning of my creative verve.

I hope you have an opportunity to preview my web page; understanding-online .com

Press the link below for my bookstore and look for my release date for my new book;

The Man With A Limp, coming at the end of October. An except from my Chapter called The event is below the link. Thank You, Pura Vida

TMNugentBooks LLC


The restaurant is full, and a young man with a back-pack sits in the middle of the restaurant. He is a college age boy, blonde hair, blue eyes, and dressed expensively. He puts his backpack on the floor and goes to use the restroom. He is gone several minutes, and I call Lucky. Max comes charging through the door as Lucky follows. Max stops in the middle of the room and sniffs. Suddenly he turns away and charges over a table and attacks a man; knocking him to the floor. The Man pulls out a detonator, and Max bites his hand so hard he twists off two fingers and the man was unable to push the button. Lucky rushes over to grab the detonator from the man. It is a wireless remote. On the man’s body under his baggy shirt is a vest of C4. It would have killed hundreds of people. The young man comes out of the restroom, and three agents grab his arms and frisk him. Another detonator, the officers handcuff him and find C4 in his backpack. The Agents take him to a unique building set up to interrogate any terrorist at the event. The word is instantly sent out to look for pairs of individuals working in tandem. Lucky tells his people it only takes one explosion to cause enough distraction to set off several more bombs. Lucky receives a call on the beach. Another bomb is in a trash can. It has a timer configured to go off in four minutes. Lucky grabs a weapon box hooked up to an off-road vehicle and rides to the trash can. A minute and a half left on the timer. He looks at the timer, lifts the trash can and puts it in the box and locks it quickly as the bomb explodes bouncing the box up in the air, three feet up and back to the ground. People scatter from the vicinity; Lucky talks to the command post and ask if they see anyone leaving the bomb that just exploded. The boss sends him a picture of a young man with a backpack wearing sunglasses, a Giants baseball hat, yellow Hawaiian t-shirt and black shorts with Monarch butterflies on the shorts. Lucky puts out a search for the Boy. ABC anchor Tom Malloy sees the kid in the middle of the crowd and notifies command. Things are happening quickly. Lucky informs the sniper on my restaurant to look for the person in the midst of the crowd and shoot him dead if he pulls out the detonator.

Do you know how to use the Bible?

imageHello out there in never-never land of riches and glory. Can anyone explain the Bible? Can you tell me how to use the greatest book ever written by man? I was raised strict Irish Catholic and I was never asked to read the Bible. Don’t you find that extraordinary? I have fallen away from my church because of my experiences with it’s principles. Preach to me and do as I say but pedophilia is ok. A priest can hide in the church and not be punished, but if I do it I go to jail and I  am ostracized from the community. My Grandfather past away and before he died he ask his best friend to give him his last rights and the priest said no because he knew what he did as a young man. Is a priest God? Can a priest condemn a man when he searches for forgiveness? How do you expect a person to believe in the Bible when the church lives by a different creed? Did not God forgive the murderer on the cross?

I began to read the Bible in search for a meaning of my existence. I wish to be a better person and in search for making a difference in life I am searching for guidance. I do not believe in organized, money grubbing church organization. How can a preacher live in a ten million dollar home, drive a Mercedes Benz and preach to the people about God. Give me money and I will save your soul. In my neighborhood the joke was a Minister on every corner. No taxes to worry about, I need a new car , the parishioners will supply me one. Is that in the Bible? I had a member of a certain religion tell me her God is the one true God. Tell that to a Muslum and watch the controversy ensue. Is that in the Bible or is it true if you are not a Baptist, you will be forced to the fires of hell for eternity.

I look at the picture of the Angels and I hope they sit on my shoulders to guide me to goodness and kindness. How do you use a Bible? I have two; a Catholic Bible and St James version. Which is the right version? Any Idea? I will read both in the quest for betterment. I worked too hard all my life to give my money to the church. Blasphemy! Any takers, someone wish to show me how to use the Bible? Pura Vida!

The Holy Bible

Tell Me Lord

Tell me lord, why is the world so cruel?
Yet your sky is so blue
Tell me why there is hate
That makes the soul so black

Why did we go to the moon?
But we let our people starve and live in the streets
Tell me Lord why I should talk to you
Because I do not know what to do

Tell me Lord , why can’t we live in peace?
We war in the name of God
Does not that seem odd?
Tell me Lord, who is my brother?

Tell me Lord, If the heart is the gateway to the soul
Why is our souls so dark?
Tell me Lord, why did Dad loose his house?
Payments were heavy for his sick spouse

Tell me Lord why I should pray for help?
When everyone looks out for themselves
Tell me Lord that it is true
That you will help us through

Is Armageddon our salvation or our fate ?
Is it too late?



What if you lost the ability…..


I am a lucky man! I am not rich from an American standard of living. I have a nice pension that allows me to live comfortably. Have a roof over my head,a car to drive, food on the table. I can live in a foreign country and enjoy what the country has to offer. I rent out my house in Las Vegas to afford my quiet adventure, but what if I lost the ability to see, hear, touch, smell or feel. Would life matter?

All the money, travel would be meaningless if you did not have these senses. I appreciate the early morning squawking of fifty parrots in the tree. The sounds of monkeys howling in the early morning. Barking of dogs and the meowing of the neighbors cats asking for some attention. I can live without the loud sounds of trucks and sirens blasting the airwaves. I love the sound of quiet that makes the sound of wind vibrate in my ears. Quiet would be devastating to me if I became completely deaf. If all I heard was nothing, silence is defeafening if all you heard was the ringing in your ears. How do deaf people do it? Live?

I love a beautiful sunset, sunrise and the smell of nature. Imagine not being able to see a loveones face because you had an accident that caused you to go blind. Would the memories of things and people pop in your memory and show you a vivid picture of what was? I think of these things and work at looking into people, places and things. Trying to get a memory to enjoy. It must be frustrating not to speak, not to have the ability to communicate.

My Mom had a stroke recently and Is paralyzed on the right side. She struggles to walk, but what is most debilitating is she can not speak. You can see the frustration in her eyes and body. Simple practices, like counting to ten is impossible. Saying I love you is lost. She looks at you to say something and cries in frustration. Why does God make diseases that cause people to suffer? Put me down before I needlessly suffer.

What would you do if you lost both your arms in combat? I could not imagine not to be able to hug my wife, girlfriend or child. What a devastation that must be. My heart goes out to anyone who can not get or give a hug. A simple jester of loving that some people lose. Feel is essential in my daily life. The petting of my little dogs on my lap or the hugging and caressing of my girlfriend throughout the day. I love awaking to my morning hugs. I love to hear the sounds of nature and I love the closeness an early morning hug and kiss gives me in bed.

Slowly I am losing my hearing. It comes with old age and I always had a hard time hearing. My best friend is almost deaf. He hears because of hearing aids. He and his sister were deaf at birth. Their Mom took a drug when she was pregnant that caused this affliction. They are two amazing individuals who learned to cope with deafness and you would not know they were deaf when you first meet them. Not until you try to talk to them when their back was turned and their hearing aids were not in.

My friends are examples of how you can enjoy life with disabilities. My girlfriend has psoriatic arthritis. A painful, swollen of the joints that make her immobile and in terrible pain. We get up early in the morning to get chores done. We go on excursions early in the day, because by one or two o’clock she is done. Simple tasks, like grocery shopping  needs to be done in a motorized cart. Costa Rica  at times is difficult for her because of the rock roads, no sidewalks and no electric carts to help handicapped people. She can not take long walks or hikes. Can not see waterfalls or walk in zoos or visit museums. With the help of a wheel chair we can go to some places, but not all countries have disability access.

I am a lucky man. I am reasonably healthy and enjoy all my senses. I hope I grow old gracefully.  What if you lost the ability……

Pura VIDA!

Growing Old

The muscles are stiff and the bones ache
The mind is slipping, is it too late?
No more birthdays; too many years to count
No time to sit and pout

Go for a walk in the early morning
Watch the sunrise in its orange glory
Fix a little breakfast and read the paper
Maybe play some word games a little later

Maybe go to a movie and have some lunch
Go to my favorite restaurant and visit the wild bunch
A few friends I made through the years
It’s a couple of hours of good cheer

Thank God for descent health
Just a little below stealth
Make sure I take all my pills
So I can keep walking up those hills

Have a light dinner
Check the television for a lively thriller
Stay up late reading a book
Fall asleep: only a few hours it took

To start a new day
There is a price you pay
You lose precious time
Live it sublimely
Each day I wake
An adventure I will take


Fighting the good fight

I went to bed early last night. I get up early most mornings and go to bed late. Last night was an exception. I wake up during the night, two or three times and have trouble falling asleep. For some reason I was exhausted and dragged myself out of bed. Literally, still tired, so I slept an extra hour and woke at seven a.m. and began my day. A cup of hot chocolate and marshmallows. The big white marsh mellows. I opened my e mail and received an Email for a post called The Gloria Sirens. I found it excillerating, yet frightening. I winced hate and anger for what the writer calls her plight.The fight for her right to be a lesbian.

Do all lesbians hate me? Sometime I believe all women hate me. The way they spew out comments when they are angry. A ridiculous assumption. Like the assumption a new president would gather all lesbians and burn them at the stake. Like the witches of the dark ages when people would not think for themselves. My answer for all hate mongers is: “I don’t have to stand for this anymore and will fight to the death for equality for all peoples (a litttle paraphrase from Network the movie in which Peter Finch makes his famous proclamations). I do not care if you are white, black,Chinese, a lesbian or straight, or transsexual, you have a right to live in peace and harmony with your fellow man. My generation fought for this spirit in the sixties. A movement that spawned enlightenment of what could be.

Martin Luther King’s approach is correct. Only in love and acceptance can you cut the binds of hatred. I left my religion that taught this philosophy because they strayed from it. We must band together in a bond of brotherhood,sisterhood and not accept the preaching of any person or oligarchy that professes evil against the common good.

I find  a society that dominates, draws lines in the sand and says you are not like this and cast out individuals  because of their sexual preferences is a closed society I want no part of. Religious organizations profess love, but practices hate, dominance and acceptance to ideology that are flawed. Was not the Bible written to fit the mans need at the time? It is the greatest book ever written by man. I find it difficult to believe that God would cast all lesbians, homosexuals and tranvestites to hell for their manner of lifestyle and love. Sorry that boat left the pier.

I love my Sister and she has a female partner. I see no greater love than what they have and possess. I think they have been together for twenty years and have made a good life for themselves. My sister was divorced and has two fabulous children that are in heterosexual relationships married with wonderful kids. Only with sustainable love could this be possible. Be the “Lone Ranger “, fight for good and Justice with no malice for those who wish you harm. Show them the truth and demand the respect you give them in return.

Pura Vida!


The right to leave on your accord
Your terms you applaud
A choice some disagree
They believe they have a plea

Do we give up our right to decide
What to do with our lives?
Why do you have a right to say
How I should die today?

If I wish to end the pain
Not to suffer in anyway
It is my choice to choose
Why should you refuse?

If I am young and want to escape
I find there is no one to relate
I wish to euthanize
Could you advise

Show a compromise
Or do I commit suicide?
While you decide
What I do with my life

Isn’t it mine to decide?
Who gave the government my right
To decide my life?
Is there less pain
Whether it is in a physical or mental way?

If I refuse to be institutionalized
Have I a right to euthanize?
If I am tired and old
Wish not to be told

How to meet my end
Say good bye to my families and friends
Use the rest of my time the best I can
Stop my mayhem

Choose my right to end
I wish to leave on my own accord
I have talked with the Lord
When it is my time to go
I wish to do it on my terms alone

Forgive me

An Angry Old Man

I woke up at two o’clock this morning. Awaken by a nightmare I have been running away from. My brother from another mother was arrested for a crime he did not commit. It is happening in the USA more times than you can imagine. Thousands of good people are arrested daily for crimes they did not commit. Because of the Patriot Act, it has given prosecutors and judges Carte Blanche. Arrest can be made with no evidence. Only an accusation from a friend,so called friend, that perpetrates a lie and the system runs with it. The person is arrested and thrown in jail until he or she submits to the states wishes. On threats of continued imprisonment a person will plead out to a minor felony and will be released with time served.

Because of this gestapo type of atmosphere in the USA it is the primary reason for my leaving the country. I found it to be true in banking, insurance and in hospitalization. More of our rights are being taken away. Bit by bit the fabric of our foundation is being whittled away. You say I am paranoid. I say I lived this experience and wish for a better way of life because I am tired of the fight. I wish to live in a place where people join together in peace and harmony.

My last visit to Las Vegas,the first night there were three murders and a woman was run over in a crosswalk. It is an everyday occurrence in the USA. I live in Costa Rica for peace of mind. A chance to start fresh. I found myself less agitated, aggressive and at peace with myself. I love America, but I do not see how I can help make the country survive the crisis I see looming. Can you? I see more rioting, random shootings  and illegal arrest. I see a runaway government with no over site.

I am sorry for my rambling. I wish to stop this nightmare that wakes me in the early morning hours. The facts are few but the story is true. I left a lot out of my brothers situation. His struggle to get a good life back together. Social security was stopped when he was in jail because he was considered a criminal. Although not convicted. Social Security is making him pay back one thousand dollars he received  while in jail. He will go two months with no income. Isn’t rehabilitation great? Convicted for a crime he did not commit.

Enough of my rambling. Peace, maybe I can sleep better now. Need to ramble. Drop me a line.

Pura Vida🤔