Naaa...you're just one of Meade's little bitches, and the pronouns (him/her/it's, etc.) don't matter, cause either way you're still just one of Meade's short-term bitches.

After you come back full of excuses as to why you're still here, I'm sure folks here will find it in their hearts to once again allow you the respect of a him/his pronoun.

As for your logic, haven't you been advised by the Darkside® mental health professionals that you are batsh!t fvckin crazy?

Which may qualify you for an immediate, short-term promotion to PsychoBitch (til the 24th or you return unraptured and defeated).

And, if you don't return, are we to presume we'll never hear from Gnomesayin again, as you're floating around in some celestial harmony with 72 ugly virgins? Gnomesayin?

That's my critique..

I had to look up who Meade was, I never heard of him because I don't read fake news.

Meade is one of (((them))) don't listen to his shilling. Notice how he talks about a fictional planet called Nibiru yet doesn't mention Saturn. This has nothing to do about a planet coming into our Solar system this is about Saturn being ignited and Satan being loosed on the earth. Notice how Meade is in all the fake news media like The Sun, New York Daily News, CBS and FOX but is not on legit true news sites like beforeitsnews, returnofthekings, infowars or thedailystormer?

If I am not raptured, on the morning of the 23rd I am permanently sealing myself into my bunker and am never leaving again. I got my bunker well prepped with enough barrels of water, salt, honey, tea, smoked salmon, dried beans, rice and booze to last me the rest of my life. No wifi in the bunker, so you will have to get me on the ham radio, that is if I'm not raptured. These days of darkness will be hell on Earth, literally. So during the 3 days of darkness, don't open your doors for anyone even if it looks like it's your kid neighbor needing help. It's not. It's a demon in disguise. To avoid this trickery, cover all your windows and pray while staying indoors.

Time is not liner, it is cyclical and the wheel of time is turning. This is a cyclical mass SHTF event witnessed in the past and is literally written in stone and featured in every religion worldwide. Starting tonight at sunset (today) is Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish new year, which ends at ends Friday, September 22 at nightfall . Shana Tova, everyone! If you were keeping track by the Jewish calendar, year 5778 (5+7+7+8=27, 2+7=9, which is the power of 3 tripled) begins at sundown wherever you are.

Diet sounds OK, at least until you get scurvy from lack of fruit and veggies. Do hope you got some place to sh!t in that bunker, and don't forget the Charmin!



If Saturn ignites the air will be so full of EMI that transmitting anything will be impossible, so you best brush up on your signal flag semaphore or smoke signals.

If ya get ruptured, think you'll have a smooth ride to.....wherever? Do you get to keep your present carcass? What are ya gonna do when ya get there (wherever it is you're going)? Sit around a campfire with the rest of the rupturees and sing Kumbaya for eternity?

The rest of us may be hell-bound, but at least we'll still be here catching chromers while you're stuck somepace where they don't even have beer.

I've got a composting toilet, plenty of sh!t rag plus enough fuel to run lights for my bunker's garden which has lettuce, spinach, swiss chard and green onions already growing.



As a 1, I will just merge back into the one universal consciousness (ie. what people call God), so will no longer exist. I am the unlimited potential of all there ever was and all that could be that is merely having the experience of being the limited being gnomesayin, after the 23rd when the experience ends, I will merge back into the unlimited potential of all there ever was and all that could be. Others will merge back as well, unless you are a 3 or a 9, and in that case you are a soulless biological machine, one of the beasts of the field, and just exist as vessels for demons to exploit.

Well, if you're just going to cease to exist, and the rest of us (save the 3's and 9's) will also cease to exist, what's the need for the bunker???

I mean, damn...if ya gotta go, you might as well go out on your own terms, right?

You know...beer in one hand, whiskey in the other, doobie out each corner of your mouth, straw up your nose and a pair of succulent lips working on your.....ummmm...rocket (presuming you do have one)...

Or...you could just sit in your bunker enjoying rice, beans, scurvy, visits by demons, pestilence drawn to the sh!toir, wanking while reading a 1976 National Geographic 'cause your ex burned all your good porn, etc. (the potential for misery is endless). Is that how you wanna go out?

I say we hold a massive freakin' party Friday night. We could send Dan S. out to find a bunch of horny wimmens, and no doubt Todd could arrange a sufficient amount of alcohol. I'll bring the bud, and maybe Rich could bring Bigfoot along for sh!ts and giggles. Just sit around getting foobished until the end comes. If it don't, worst case we all end up with a hangover.

The bunker is hedging my bet in the event that I am left here for some purpose as of yet unknown.

Fishing & hunting. Unlike most hereabouts....

Hopefully they are instead making sure their bunker is well prepped with food, water and fuel to survive the coming events. This is probably why he haven't heard from Rich G lately.

I'm just going to leave this here.

I could have performed this study in 1.2 seconds and for a measly dollar.

Except Mermaids. Mermaids are real. I fvcked one down in the Keys after the bar one night next to my sailboat. They love scratches and having fresh water sprayed in their faces (amongst other things). She was kinda big, fat and slow but that's how I like em'. I barely noticed all the prop scars across her back. Her name was Mandy.

You played with those mermaids too?

I completely believe everything you just said. Sounds like a heck of a time.

Well, [Bleeeeep!]. I'm just about to close on a house too.

I'm going to be hella-pissed if this house deal closes in the next 48 hours and then the world [Bleeeeep!] ends on the 23rd.

Be that as it may, The JackHammer approves of the following quote:

OL or DL big?

High School Cornerback big most likely. Everything looks NFL OL big next to my cut bait.

As far as her name, I only remember it because the next day when I went down to the marina store to brag about it and one of the local Conchs laughed heartily and said that he sees "good Ol' Mandy was up to her tricks with the tourists again". He noted that she usually works the next Key over and I was lucky the authorities didn't catch us in the act. Apparently, it's a $10,000 fine and 5 years in jail to fall in love and let their little secret out. Whew - close call!

But I will always remember her singing the sweet song of her people to me that glorious night. I couldn't understand a word she was saying (bourbon does that to my ears), but it kinda reminded me of a dog's squeaky toy on overdrive.

On a side note, does anyone have any good doctors or creams they recommend? I have this rash that just won't seem to go away. I have no idea what it is or where it came from, but that chit itches like crazy.

For their size they were really quick so I'd say DL.

End of the World question. I have family and friends in Australia where it is currently 9/23 and nothing has happened. Howcome?

The Aussies????? Don't know if He loves them but he damn well parties with 'em.

Besides, while creating life He had fun down there making all those oddities.

Created odd animals in Oz, odd humans in the USofA

The Cassini probe's uranium core should make contact with Saturn's core somewhere between 4:00am and 7:00am our time, according to my calculation's of it's orbital descent.

Paker, you finally leaving the ghetto? Sorry for changing the subject. Not really. Good luck with the new place.

Went fishing today, BBQed a salmon over a wood fire and am watching the sun go down--all for the last time. In a few minutes, I'm locking myself in the bunker and you can only get me on the ham radio.

Watch your cornhole and God bless. Peace out, gnomesayin?