Tuesday, January 23, 2018

THE TRUMP PRESIDENCY ILLUSTRATED (Or, "THEY'LL NEVER GET HIM")

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A gift from me to all the...
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LOOSE DOGS (Patriotic Rebels)
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'THE TRUMP PRESIDENCY'
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Starring Barry Sanders as President Trump
(He jukes, he spins, he outruns 'em. They see him coming and then they see him leaving.)
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With Wannabe-Tacklers as Democrats, RINOs, NeoCons and other Communists 'n' Imbeciles 
(They grab, they dive, they leap. Where'd he go? How'd he get out of THAT?!)
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gSCG6NGUCE8

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~ Stephen T. McCarthy
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Sunday, January 14, 2018

MONDAY MEMES - 12 (ON SUNDAY - 1)

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Below are 5 memes that I saw and liked, one meme that I co-opted, and one that I made all by my lonesome. Click on 'em for enlarged views:
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This last meme is by D-FensDogG (aka Stephen T. McCarthy)
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~ Stephen T. McCarthy
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Thursday, January 4, 2018

McCARTHY MUGSHOT (Or, SEE FOTO OF THE REAL ME)

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It's been a long time [*fornever*] since I posted a CURRENT photo of myself on this blog. Over the years I have posted some much older pictures of me from the 1980s and early '90s, but I have never posted a current photo of me. This was due only to the fact that I did not have the ability to take pictures and transfer them to the Internet.

Now, thanks to a very good and generous friend of mine who, for Christmas, bought me an electronic, Atomic Age computerized, bibbidi-bobbidi-boo camera with a tripod, I am finally able to post a picture of the original "Loose DogG" (i.e., me) as I look today.

I don't drink (Jack Daniel's) anymore; I don't look this young anymore;
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(I don't look this hungover anymore, either)...
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...but, still, I don't think I look too bad for 58, do I? A little more leathery and a lot less hairy, but still... I mean, for fifty-eight?!?!
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Hey, at least I still have all most of my teeth and am not 666 pounds overweight!

I credit the fact that I look a good deal younger than my real age to Soy Lecithin, which I take every day. It keeps my skin soft and young looking.

Frank Burns was obviously the original "Ferret-Face". But if any of ya ever wanted to know what the second "Ferret-Face" looks like today, there ya go! That's a picture of the #1 Loose DogG & #2 Ferret-Face.
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I'll confess that I ain't no big prize, I ain't no "major award". Nevertheless, considering all the Mojitos, Margaritas, Micheladas, Mai Tais, Mad Dog 20/20, and Monkey Wrenches I've drunken; all the women I've fought off; all the heartache, disappointment, and trouble I've seen, I don't think I look half-bad. OK, maybe 2/3rds bad?

Seriously, over the last couple years, a couple women have tried to pick me up in bars... and one of those two women was actually rather attractive. No, no, I no kiddin' you-uh! The second one... well... she probably could have picked me up in that bar!

Well, that's all, folks! I just wanted to see if I was really able to take a photo of myself with this new camera that my friend gave me and then transfer it to my blog. It looks like a suxess to me, Ladies & Tramps. Now, as you were...

~ Stephen T. McCarthy
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Tuesday, January 2, 2018

MONDAY MEMES - 11 (ON TUESDAY - 4)

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Below are 5 memes I saw and liked, plus one that I made all by myself. Click on 'em for enlarged views:
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And lastly, here's a meme made by D-FensDogG (aka me)...
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~ Stephen T. McCarthy
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Tuesday, December 26, 2017

MONDAY MEMES - 10 (ON TUESDAY - 3)

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Below are 3 memes I saw and liked, plus one that I made all by myself. Click on 'em for enlarged views:
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Important Link: https://fellowshipoftheminds.com/2017/12/26/pizzagate-comet-ping-pongs-demonic-rock-poster-and-barman/



And this last meme was made by me, D-FensDogG:

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~ Stephen T. McCarthy
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Thursday, December 21, 2017

"MERRY CHRISTMAS!" (Or, PUTTING JESUS BACK IN THE MANGER)

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A very Merry Christmas to all you Loose Dogs & Lemmings!

[If I need to define those terms for you again, you haven't been paying attention. OK, for the final time: Loose Dogs are informed, Constitution-loving Patriotic Americans; they can't be impounded and conditioned to accept Communism! Their bite is worse than their bark. It's a kind of 1776 thang.
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Lemmings are... everyone else -- especially anyone who supports the New World Order Global Police State (i.e., Hellary Clinton voters, RINOs, most LEOs, most Millennials, all Pajama Boys, everyone sitting in a Starbucks at the moment you're reading this, and LOLeon Cobarde).]
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If my wishing you a "Merry Christmas" upsets you, well, gee, I feel just sick about that, but there ain't nuttin' I can do about it because [link> THIS.

The following video is a year old now but somehow it doesn't seem to age! Let's revisit it, eh?...

IT'S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME IN 8 YEARS!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sW85ZcswiqM

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And now, let's check out the latest by my man, Joe Dan...
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SEX, URANIUM, AND ROCK & ROLL!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lbDUsqO2f8U

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On Liberals: "Reality hurts their feelings."
~ Joe Dan Gorman
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Ha!-Ha! Oh, God knows I loves me some Joe Dan. If you've not been following this guy's YouTube channel, you just may be a... Lemming.

And now finally, I want to share with you a video I stumbled across yesterday during my downtime at work. It literally made me laugh out loud. I replayed it and laughed out loud a second time, half-expecting someone to walk in and ask me what was so funny.

We've heard the expression "Putting Christ back in Christmas". Well, this is a case of trying to "Put Jesus back in The Manger"When, oh when, will the Catholics and the Protestants ever see eye-to-eye?
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Anyway, seriously, I wish y'all a Merry Christmas and a blessed 2018.

Incidentally, my New Year's Resolution is to become a kinder, gentler, more Christian-like [Maverick] Christian. (With a little luck, my resolve will last until the next time I get on the Reno freeway. Without two middle fingers, it's impossible to drive here! Reno: "The Biggest Little Ghetto In The World".)
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~ Stephen T. McCarthy
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Monday, December 18, 2017

MONDAY MEMES - 9

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Once the Christmas / New Year holiday season has passed, I will return to actually writing blog bits on this blog. Meanwhile, here comes another lazy-man's / busy-man's post...
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Below are 4 memes I saw and liked, plus one that I made all by myself. Click on 'em for enlarged views:
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And this last meme was made by me:
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Let me leave you with a damned funny song!...
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I THINK MY DOG'S A DEMOCRAT by Bryan Lewis
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H3VLqLLWxbQ

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~ Stephen T. McCarthy
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Monday, December 11, 2017

MONDAY MEMES - 8

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Below are 6 memes I saw and liked, plus one that I made all by myself. Click on 'em for enlarged views:
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According to this map, I have lived in the states of: "GAY PEOPLE", "MEXICO", "WHORES & CASINOS". That sounds about right.
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And this last meme I made all by myself in a depressing state of sobriety.
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meme by D-FensDogG (aka ProvDog and Stephen T. McCarthy)...
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~ Stephen T. McCarthy
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Saturday, December 9, 2017

THE LAST OF THE MOJITOS (Or, VIRGINIA CITY: WORST AND LAST HANGOVERS) -- Part 1

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[Virginia City, Nevada] was a busy city of streets and houses above ground. Under it was another busy city, down in the bowels of the earth, where a great population of men thronged in and out among an intricate maze of tunnels and drifts, flitting hither and thither under a winking sparkle of lights, and over their heads towered a vast web of interlocking timbers that held the walls of the gutted Comstock apart. These timbers were as large as a man's body, and the framework stretched upward so far that no eye could pierce to its top through the closing gloom. It was like peering up through the clean-picked ribs and bones of some colossal skeleton. 
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Taken as a whole, the underground city had some thirty miles of streets and a population of five or six thousand. 
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'Roughing It', 1872; Chapter LII
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Virginia City Waltz by Squeek Steele
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I know nearly every inch of Virginia City, Nevada, because it's my favorite place on the planet. Yeah, I'm lowbrow and lovin' it! 
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The first time I was in Virginia City in this lifetime was 1972 or '73. I have gone back so many times that I couldn't even begin to calculate it. I'd probably been there at least 12 times even before I moved to Reno -- which I did primarily to be within 30 minutes of Virginia City. I own at least 17 books and 2 DVD/VHS programs about VA City!
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My previous blog bit 'bout the place can be found HERE.
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Virginia City Destination Video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sFJ7GzQHYaM

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If that video was a bit too tame for your Wild West cowboy or cowgirl spirit, try this next one. And watch for the brief shot of the lovely Squeek Steele painting soundscapes with the piano...
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Virginia City -- Special Events
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D3TVjmYWn5Y


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One morning in 1986, I woke up in a Reno motel room with the worst hangover of my life. Imagine the worst hangover YOU'VE ever had. Multiply it a godzillion and six times!! Now you're in the ballpark. I got as far as the Sugarloaf Mountain Motel in Virginia City. It was probably about 10:00 AM and my day was already done. I rented a room and spent the rest of that day on my back, staring at the popcorn ceiling.
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However, that was before my 1994 encounter with Christ Yeshua. On September 22, 1995, I took a final sip of wine from my silver cup and not a drop of alcohol crossed my lips after that for over 6 years. 
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I can't remember why I started drinking again. I can't even remember where I was or what I drank. I just know that I climbed down off that wagon after 6+ years. 
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In 2017, the Hula Girls socks that FAE gave me became my official Virginia City footwear...
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I made many happy trips up there this year and had a good time visiting my favorite haunts and saloons. (My truck, Chuck, was a real trooper! Never once let me down!!) 
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On several occasions, I texted friends from up there and later wrote to them about Virginia City in Emails. Below are excerpts from some of those writings:
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Amusing signs I've seen in VA City...

"Body Piercings By Glock"

"DOG: Depend On God"

At the Palace Saloon there's a sign that says...

"My Reality Check Bounced"

There's also a store on C Street selling T-shirts that say...

"A.T.F. : Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms. 
Who's bringing the chips?"

"My Indian Name Is Runs-With-Beer"
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Damn, man, I love this place! I'm at the Old Corner Bar again -- where  Sam Clemens became "Mark Twain" -- and the guy next to me orders a drink but tells the bartender not to make it too strong because he has to attend a wedding in an hour.
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The Bartender: "Are you the Best Man?"
Customer: "No, I'm the minister."
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Now then, you remember me texting you while I was having a drink in The Old Corner Bar? I said it was the place where Samuel Clemens acquired the pen name Mark Twain. Well, I'm not sure if I ever mentioned this to you before or not, but... The Old Corner Bar is attached to Piper's Opera House. While visiting Virginia City as a tourist, writer Richard Matheson was captivated by a photograph of the 1800s actress Maude Adams hanging on a wall inside Piper's Opera House. As he stared at the photo, a story began developing in his mind. That story became a novel which became the movie SOMEWHERE IN TIME.
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One of the regulars who live up there in VA City is this guy who plays an old miner character. He has a donkey and for $1.00 you can feed carrots to his donkey and get your picture taken.

He wanders around a bit on C Street, the main street in town, where all the tourists are, but I'd say he spends 80% of his time at a particular intersection.

So, anyway, the miner was standing there on his usual corner and he was talking to a couple of people. I guess they were asking about posing with him or something. And the miner had let go of the reins attached to the donkey's bridle. As he's yakking with the tourists, behind him, the donkey starts to wander off and walks right out into the middle of C Street. Thankfully it's a 20 MPH speed limit on C Street, and no one even came close to hitting the donkey.

But when the miner turned around and saw his donkey in the middle of the street and crossing over toward the other side, he got mad. He runs out there, snatches the reins and starts berating the donkey for being such "a stupid so-and-so", and so forth.
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As I was walking past the miner and donkey -- maybe four or five minutes after the donkey had wandered away and gotten yelled at for it -- I noticed that the miner was talking softly into the donkey's ear and apologizing for having lost his temper and yelling at him.
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Ha!-Ha! Only in Virginia City, man! So many characters there!
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This concludes Part OnePart Two can be found [link:> HERE.
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~ Stephen T. McCarthy
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THE LAST OF THE MOJITOS (Or, VIRGINIA CITY: WORST AND LAST HANGOVERS) -- Part 2

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This is Part TwoPart One can be found HERE, and you really should read that first, otherwise even this blog bit's title won't fully make sense to you.
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Virginia City Is The Wild West
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FI8-72-v0HI


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For some time, things had been occurring which I interpreted to be signs from God indicating that I should return to strict sobriety. I had also come to realize that alcohol was restricting my Spiritual walk. Furthermore, even the slightest amount of alcohol usually strangled my ability to dream, and I considered my dream life to be a significant component of my Spiritual life. 
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I might make jokes about those "signs" -- as I did in the following text, which I sent to my friend Trainyard Julio -- but deep down, I knew that eventually I would need to face up to those signs and respond to them.
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So, I'm at the Palace Saloon, having a cold Mojito, when an ad comes on the TV screen about an organization called "Make America Sober Again". Quite obviously a Communist plot of some sort. I'm sure Les Nessman will get to the bottom of it.
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But I finally reached that point when I knew the decision needed to be made. I am determined to NOT let anything interfere with my reAlationship with God and my Big Brother Savior, Christ Yeshua!
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I decided to go up to Virginia City again for one last round of saloon-hopping and then and there, return to a life of strict sobriety. So, on the morning of 11/24/2017, I drove up Geiger Grade and checked into an 1870s hotel:
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After meditating in the Miner's Park, I spent the first half of the day exploring the sites I love so dearly. And then at about 2 PM, I ordered a beer and began my final party.
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Please go saloon-hopping with me now, as we retrace reweave my final night of liquidated fun:
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First, I had a pint of Cerveza Chilebeso, probably my favorite beer of all time, at the Virginia City Brewery And Taphouse, and that got the party started...
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Next, I went across the street to the recently opened Cigar & Bar and swapped real-life ghost stories with the bartender while I drank a Scotch & Soda...
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After that, I walked 1.5 to 2 miles down to the Gold Hill Hotel Saloon and had a Margarita followed by two Modelo Negra beers...
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Trudging 1.5 or 2 miles back up the hill to Virginia City, I stopped in at the Silver Queen Saloon for a Hot Buttered Rum. Yes, I know about not mixing too many different kinds of alcohol but... I didn't care.
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Then I headed up to B Street and one of my favorite watering holes in Virginia City -- the Old Corner Bar -- to see Lisa, my favorite bartender in Virginia City. I sent the following text to beer brother Trainyard Julioaka 6-B and Bryan Pedas:
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Utilizing my White privilege, I just ordered a White Russian at the Old Corner Bar. I would have ordered a Black Russian, but a gang of them kicked my ass one night in Kentucky in 1983, and I've avoided 'em ever since. 
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Just watch out, comrade. In communist Old Corner, White Russian drinks you.
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Ha!-Ha! Well, he was right! Lisa made that White Russian good and strong, and it went down so nicely, so deliciously, that I ordered TWO MORE!! I tipped Lisa $20 and walked out of the Old Corner Bar...
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At this point, I was no longer feeling the pain of life, but I still felt I owed myself one more beer. So, walking back down to C Street from B Street, I stopped in at the Mark Twain Saloon and drank another Modelo Negra...
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I seriously debated returning to the Virginia City Brewery And Taphouse for a final Cerveza Chilebeso, but I finally 86'ed that idea and returned to my 1870s hotel for the night. Good thing, too. Because despite sleeping pretty well, I still woke up with a hangover. It wasn't an A-List E-Ticket hangover like the old days, but I'm older now and any hangover of any degree is no bueno! 
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Shortly after The Palace Restaurant & Saloon opened at 11:00 AM on Saturday, November 25th, I went in for the previously planned final 2 drinks. I ordered some Mozzarella Cheese Sticks with their wonderful Ranch Dressing and a Blackberry Mojito. I'd never had the Blackberry variety before, and it was delicious. But I had to sip and eat slowly to make sure everything stayed down, boy, DOWN!
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An hour later, I ordered The Last Of The Mojitos -- the regular lime type -- in a plastic to-go cup, and I headed to a semi-secluded special spot of mine, away from C Street and the tourists. There's a place in a small half-circle of trees in a barren area where a telephone pole has fallen between two piles of mine tailings, creating a kind of "log bench".
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There I poured the remainder of my Mojito into my silver cup...
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...and just as I did back on September 22, 1995, I had my last drink (again) and returned to strict sobriety for Spiritual purposes. 
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Interestingly, as I was enjoying the last sips of The Last Of The Mojitos, a HAWK seemed to appear out of nowhere and began circling in the sky before me, while squawking loudly. At first, I thought maybe it was a mama Hawk and I was too near her nest. But, heck, the trees were all barren and it was late November. There couldn't be a nest.
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Then I got the idea that maybe this Hawk was a sign from God, squawking approval of my decision to quit drinking again. I thought to myself: If this is a sign from God or Christ, the Hawk would fly over me. I had barely completed the thought when the Hawk completed its last circle before me and flew DIRECTLY over my head. I looked STRAIGHT UP at it thinking: WOW!!! ...And then my second thought was: I hope it doesn't poop on me. 
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The Hawk then started flying East toward Sugarloaf Mountain...
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...and when it was near the Mountain, suddenly a Second Hawk appeared from somewhere and the Two Hawks joined each other in the sky and continued flying East until they both became mere dots on the horizon and disappeared from my view.
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The Father and The Son... Anyone familiar with the Biblical Law of Two Witnesses understands what that was all about. I got it immediately, and was very grateful.
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And as they were eating, Jesus took bread, blessed and broke it, and gave it to the disciples and said, “Take, eat; this is My body.”
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Then He took the cup, and gave thanks, and gave it to them, saying, “Drink from it, all of you. For this is My blood of the new covenant, which is shed for many for the remission of sins. But I say to you, I will not drink of this fruit of the vine from now on until that day when I drink it new with you in My Father’s kingdom.”
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Looks like I'm returning to Hot Buttered Nothings for Christmas from now on.
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But I'll leave you with some Fun Facts:
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Not only was Virginia City the richest and most important mining town in American West history (the North would have lost the Civil War without it), which gave us Mark Twain and even the beautiful, mystical love story 'Somewhere In Time', it was actually the real birthplace of Psychedelic Rock in the 1960s! (See the videos below.)
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Red Dog Saloon (documentary excerpt)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQKlhKFeO3U


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Red Dog Saloon (documentary excerpt)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eeQ-enoKwLI


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There's just something very, very special about Virginia City, Nevada, and I believe souls that have lived there in previous lifetimes return to it time and time again.
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Somehow, the lovely Squeek Steele managed to capture the magic of Virginia City in the haunting melody of her 'Virginia City Waltz'...
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-X1ZLb2T0Q


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If you ever have the opportunity, be sure to visit this magical place. Look here and see what you're missing...
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VisitVirginiaCityNV YouTube Channel
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~ Stephen T. McCarthy
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