Beyond 1984

Early nighttime purrs, my whirl-a-dance KitKats... early in the morning, while darkness still ruled, the Kougaress got a peek at the almost full moon as the clouds flew by... what a beauty she is!... wow-pow, are the winds raging today on the tame prairie... warm winds! Way too warm for this time of the year... of course, no complaints from this Big Cat... stay safe, warm and fed, my lovelies... the Kougaress loves ya!
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A Kougaress clawing commentary ~

Beyond 1984... oh, how this Big Cat author wishes she were merely penning a novel by that title... sadly, no. Beyond 1984, it’s here, it’s now... there are too many examples to list them all here to prove what occurs in the big-brother novel, 1984, has been far surpassed in these times... so this Big Cat will point out what is known as the internet kill switch... not only does it KILL *completely innocent* websites, at least 84,000 of them that have been news-reported so far. But, also, these mafia-gov cyber thugs put up a condemning warning ‘without’ any manner of trial or redress of grievance. This ominous kill switch not only murders the freedom of the internet, it also KILLS the lives of all those folks who had businesses and are now falsely labeled as perverts... yep, the end result is their businesses are damaged, some beyond repair. In this shaky economy families are dependent on their internet enterprises to feed, clothe and shelter themselves. How many children went hungry because of this immoral whack-a-mole shutdown? How many folks couldn’t, or now can’t pay their mortgages, their rents. How many of the INNOCENT are now out on the streets, homeless, starving, because of the gov? NOT BECAUSE OF ANYTHING *THEY* DID WRONG.

One moral of this story is: Never give away your moral authority to a gov authority, who is supposed to be your servant. A servant to the people.
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Big Cat by-the-numbers ~

1:11 am... 3:33 am... 11:11 pm... From: news.yahoo.com ~ Ark. cities feel unexplained surge in earthquakes ~ “Several small earthquakes ranging in magnitude from 1.8 to 3.8 have rattled the north-central Arkansas cities of Greenbrier and Guy this week, and the cause is unknown.

The U.S. Geological Survey has reported more than 30 earthquakes in the area since Sunday, including a magnitude 3.8 quake Thursday morning and at least 16 others occurring Wednesday, two of which were magnitude 3.2 and 3.5. More than 700 quakes have occurred in the region over the past six months.”
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Authoress news and mews ~

The Kougar is looking at ending her grand experiment in penning, otherwise known as Sylva and Zeke’s love story, and titled: Happy Courtship on another Earth. The time is likely here, perhaps it’s long past... yes, even though, the Kougar enjoys writing the serial flash... and, no, it’s not been easy peasy, for the most part... there is still, in her mind, a lot of story left. However, that doesn’t mean readers are all that interested in the rest of the story.
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SHAPESHIFTER LOVERS ~ ever wonder about those dog-headed beings that have been reported on occasion, and who sometimes resemble Anubis? Here’s an interesting article.

From Unexplainable.net ~

St. Christopher, patron saint of travelers of all sorts, is said to have had the head of a dog.

According to some accounts of Easter Orthodox lore, St. Christopher had the head and features of a fearsome canine. There are two possible explanations for this.

One historical explanation is that he was a member of a type of skirmisher unit, known as the Velites. These were frequently made up of poorer farmers and hunters, who used spears and light shields, hurling their javelins and retreating, as they could not afford armor. However, to appear more fearsome and to provide meager protection, they frequently wore wolf-pelts draped around their shoulders and over their head (with the wolf's head over their own).

The explanation given in the lore was that he was a member of a special race of dog-headed men known as Cynocephali, or, "Dog-headed", derived from greek. This race was reputed to live in the land of Canaan, land of the Canaanites. And when reading, it is easy to see the resemblance between Canaan and Canine. More alarmingly, these hybrids of man and man's best friend appear not only in Christian lore, but are well documented in over a dozen cultures and mythologies as being in the same area. Is it possible that these dog-faced denizens of the ancient world truly existed? If so, what happened to them? Like much of Judeo-Christian lore, it seems this story creates more questions than answers. But what we do know is that St. Christopher died for following Christ around the year 250 A.D., and unfortunately was decapitated. So we may never know why he had such a ferocious visage. But perhaps the lesson here is one as old as time: It's not the outside of a man, but his inside, that counts.

~ unexplainable.net/artman/publish/article_15136.shtml
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~ from the Flash Cat...

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 780 ~

Sylva gazed at Zeke’s face, then continued, “happened to me.” With that, she couldn’t keep her eyes open. Pulled down fast into sleep, Sylva knew she began dreaming, even as she still felt her body pressed against her cowboy’s. After a series of disjointed images, she was back in her life as a child growing up. In the way of dreams, she relived her childhood until twelve years of age. Puzzled, she tried to think inside her dream, figure out why this review. Was there something she needed to know that affected her now? “Destiny is a strange gift,” she heard.

Zeke inhaled the scent of his sleeping bride, savoring as he drifted down into sleep. Beyond her psychic abilities, beyond his stud attraction to her, beyond his love for her, there was something about his Sylva that was pure magic to him. Something indefinable for now. Indefinable, the word bounced through his head as he entered the dark realm of sleep, and dreams. He stood on the threshold of a small house, the design unfamiliar to him. As he gazed around, looking at the odd furniture, at the polished wooden floor, at a child’s strewn toys, he heard tiny footsteps.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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The Kougar’s prior flashes are also available at the Passionate Ink forum, the FREE READS page ~ passionateink.org/forum ~ Or, The Romance Studio Forum, JANUARY 2009 through JUNE 2010 flashes ~ theromancestudio.com ~ Click on the FORUMS, then Savanna Kougar ~ the Fantasy Lair ~
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Big Cat Snarls...

Ham-fisted tyranny is on the rise in our beloved country, and it’s only going to get MUCH WORSE for all of us... unless, we start saying NO to everything the fed orders, and wants... and kick every federal agency out of the states, out of our communities. Remember, the Sheriff, by law, can kick the feds out of any county. The Sheriff is ABOVE THE GOV, contrary to the lies now told.
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The most powerful weapon is the human soul on fire. ALL POWER TO THE PEOPLE!

~ HAPPY REST OF FEBRUARY ~ MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE ENOUGH ~

May you live the dreams of your heart...

Beyond 1984 kisses from the Kougar...

Monopoly, when I was a kid kitten...

Ever play the board game, Monopoly? My Big Lovely KitKats? You know, take over the financial world through skill and luck, by a roll of the dice. Moi always wanted the Scottie dog. For the past month the Kougar has been vividly recalling how she would avidly play the game... for hours at a time during two summers, at least, as if possessed... from nine to thirteen years old. Playing became such an obsession, the Kougar remembers lucid moments of asking herself why. What was the attraction? Why was she doing this?
It was a definite head-shaker.
Yes, playing with the other cub-kids and with moi’s parents, those were good times. Yep, handling the play money was fun. Learning how to win was a thrill. Buy Park Place, no matter what. And, ultimately, the act of rolling double numbers after double numbers with the dice, became a strange fascination... once it was thirteen times in a row. What are the odds of that occurring? Nope, this big cat has never calculated that figure.
Still, why?
And why didn’t the Kougar hit Vegas with her ability to roll doubles? Tempting as that was... in the end, it’s a losing game, even if it could have been accomplished... which the Divine probably would not have allowed, number one. Number two, who wants to be targeted for kidnaping or extortion because of a paranormal-type ability. Number three... yeah, like the Casino security would believe you’re not cheating somehow.
So... why now? Why these consistent persistent thoughts about playing Monopoly fiendishly for several summers? At the time, this kitten girl finally decided she was supposed to learn something important... like how to succeed in the world high finance?
Well, believe me, that hasn’t happened. The Kougar has never even been close.

Monopoly... think about it. Monopoly means taking over completely. Eliminating the competition, so you’re the only business left standing.

Here’s the online dictionary definition:
1. exclusive control of a commodity or service in a particular market, or a control that makes possible the manipulation of prices. Compare duopoly, oligopoly.
2. an exclusive privilege to carry on a business, traffic, or service, granted by a government.
3. the exclusive possession or control of something.
4. something that is the subject of such control, as a commodity or service.
5. a company or group that has such control.
6. the market condition that exists when there is only one seller.
7. (initial capital letter) a board game in which a player attempts to gain a monopoly of real estate by advancing around the board and purchasing property, acquiring capital by collecting rent from other players whose pieces land on that property.

And, here are synonyms listed:

cartel
control
corner
domination
syndicate
trust
holding
ownership
patent
pool
proprietorship

Yup, the dictionary about sums it up.
And Thomas Jefferson sums it up, now. This is why the Kougar is remembering.

Thomas Jefferson

(1743-1826)
(Born April 13, 1743, at Shadwell, Virginia; died July 4, 1826, Monticello)

Author of the Declaration of Independence and the Statute of Virginia for Religious Freedom, third president of the United States, and founder of the University of Virginia -- voiced the aspirations of a new America as no other individual of his era. As public official, historian, philosopher, and plantation owner, he served his country for over five decades.

Thomas Jefferson quotes:
[The] Bank of the United States... is one of the most deadly hostility existing, against the principles and form of our Constitution... An institution like this, penetrating by its branches every part of the Union, acting by command and in phalanx, may, in a critical moment, upset the government. I deem no government safe which is under the vassalage of any self-constituted authorities, or any other authority than that of the nation, or its regular functionaries. What an obstruction could not this bank of the United States, with all its branch banks, be in time of war! It might dictate to us the peace we should accept, or withdraw its aids. Ought we then to give further growth to an institution so powerful, so hostile?
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The Monopoly of monies by a World Bank is not security, no matter what the politicians and the World Leaders tell you. Creating a World Bank will not save the world economy. It will not save us from recession, or depression. It’s only function is suppression and oppression.
The World Bank and those who call for it, dress up like the good guys. Nope, they are really Freddy Krueger waiting with a chain saw roaring in hand. You remember the first Freddy movie... A Nightmare on Elm Street ~ released in 1984 ~
Hmmmm... You remember 1984, the novel by George Orwell... Society according to Big Brother...
Mere coincidence, or a Divine warning???
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Look for the Kougar’s revealing interview with erotic romance author, Tina Holland, on her naughty Clog Blog ~ http://tinaholland.wordpress.com/ ~
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Now ~ FIRST! just for the big cool cats ~

Happy Courtship on another Earth

X-Serial Flash in Two Hundred ~ Sylva and Zeke’s story continues...

Part 67 ~

Sylva fizzed inside like the bubbly fizz of the elixir. “What else is in here?” she asked, holding up the mostly empty glass. “Feel good nutrients, mostly magnesium.” Picking up his own glass, he swigged down several large swallows. “Good lord, I’m suddenly starving again. What kind of good nutrients? The Marijuana kind?” Sylva scooped up the rest of her potatoes, and knew that he observed her closely. “Marijuana?” he inquired, his voice speculative and reserved. “Hemp,” she tried, then aimed her fork at her carrots. “No, my Sylva.” He rumbled a knowing chuckle. “Concentrated B Vitamins from bee pollen.”

Zeke seized another biscuit, lathered it with the herb-flavored cream cheese, then devoured it as he watched her finish off her steak. The way her body reacted to the elixir, she must be starving for nutrients. Well, he would correct that soon enough. What sort of life had she been forced to live, that left her so deprived? He intended on finding out, once she trusted him enough. Reaching for another biscuit, he coated it with the cream cheese mixture, then placed it on her plate. He’d have to take care, not make love with her too often, too vigorously.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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Part 1 - 15 ~ see blog ~ January 15th Cometh, then Part 15... and before...
Part 16 ~ 66 ~ see the Kougar’s prior bloggies...
Presented in its entirety on the Liquid Silver forum ~ click on ~ Savanna Kougar ~
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HAPPILY EVER AFTER blog ~
Yesterday! The Romantic Heart of Men, a bloggie by the Kougar. Meow-wow, check out Linda Blanche’s blogging about just how sexy mens’ clothing was during the Regency.
For the next part of the Never Ending Story ~ http://judahraine.blogspot.com ~
Volcano’s Angelic Forecast for this week ~ http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com ~

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NOTE: NO, BLOGGER, YOU HAVE NOT SOLVED MY PROBLEM. OH, YES, THE ‘I ACCEPT’ BUTTON NOW SHOWS. BUT I COULD CLICK THAT SUCKER FROM NOW UNTIL SUNUP AND IT WOULD NEVER ‘CLICK’ THROUGH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Let FREEDOM ring. Let every VOICE be heard! NO! Internet Two. Resistance is victory.
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Happy Age of Aquarius
May your most romantic dreams come true...

1984 smooch from the Kougar...