Chess of Weather and Votes

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Chess of Weather and Votes

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Cryptocurrency and Income Taxes

The cryptocurrency taxes are due in the USA, along with income tax which President Trump said, he'd take away.

Now the tax filer's said they could get my cryptocurrency information from the exchange I used and when they did, their program determined I owed three times the amount the exchange said I owed.

Then the program allowed me to pay the government while in their program the amount I owed but after I paid, there was a glitch and the program locked up.

I didn't owe very much. But I talked to thirty different helpers to get past that spot. On the thirtieth person, whose name was John, after the third day of talking with people, John gave me the right click and I was done.

Who knows? Maybe the person who checks the forms before they are sent to the IRS, Internal Revenue Service, will be able to correct the form and I will receive a refund instead of the requirement of paying money I owe.

Tax Filing Help In/From Heaven

The odd thing about it was, at the time I was doing that, when John came on, I was standing in the welcome center talking to the great soul about the problem and Voila! Wundebar! Speed Racer Floors It to the Finish!

The tax examiner says he will review it in the morning and let me know. I did the whole thing on my phone.

Yes, the writing was too small and caused problems with my ability to read and you know too many times, there were words or phrases missing either because of the AI, or because I could not see I messed up, erred.

Meanwhile, the way I chose to file income taxes by phone was so my computers could not be hacked. Anything on there that's upgraded cannot be lifted, transferred to another computer.

The First Checkmate

So with the hackers, intellect traffickers, identity theft traffickers. Checkmate One.

Weather Report

Now while I was up there I spoke a local weather report to the Oh Most High, Oh Most Holy, His Son, Holy Spirit United as one. And, ...

It started raining even though it was not supposed to rain or snow until 5 pm.

God said to us humans before Him/Them, Could you be silent so I could finish this? What He says to us.

Millions of angels standing behind us, " Yeah, shut up, we're all waiting for our blessings and healings!"

Now I know why they are angry, or at least another reason.

We mostly shut up after that but then The Three Unified kept asking us questions about this and that and it took hours for us to finish but in the middle he stopped, blessed, gave orders, and other things, to all angels of the host in about five seconds. They zoomed off, orders assigned.

It started to rain. Misty but we take all thankfully.

People say they are sad when the clouds are grey. They only like it sunny each and every day. The skiers, snowboarders, tubers, sledders voted no I was told yesterday. The fishermen wanted creeks and rivers along with the boaters who demanded ponds and lakes. Even though the cold waters bring the shivers upon the swimmers who undertake a ply through the wet stuff with style, speed, and grace.

I suppose Elon Musk part of the new department DOGE, must have found the funding for the drought wizards and said, "Gone that goes. Along with its caused woes."

The wild cottontail rabbit happily hopped about our place. I think I may have also saw its newly impregnated mate.

I read today a call for all the leftists to protest and march someplace. Against the right that runs things but can prudence be replaced. One cannot give what one does not have. It the law of supply and demand. How can one lead at all, if has never learned to command?

A problem cannot be solved if it is unidentified: but since the voiders(an invading alien super race from the Void, officially known as Beings from the Void) have withdrawn or been eaten by their greed creatures or soon will be. We suddenly get the weather that matters.

The great wind that now blows does not affect the clouds upon the mountains. Those clouds do not blow with the wind. Upon the mountains fall the snows still light with more to begotten.

With my ladies will I play, and to help, demons slay, so that this very day the innocent will not be the fallen. Perhaps the streams will run, o'er the next three days. Methinks that rivers with falls shall flow their beds now dust. One supposes we will have to listen to the complaints about all that will rust? And nod in agreement with all our betters who covet ours with lust, as all the regular people like us must. Though inside we will smile as the air is washed so clean. By those who answer prayers for children who want to ski. For those who slide cross-country, or build a snowman with a beam, or ride drifts on snowmobiles to hear engine scream!

The birds, like people are thankful who reel in trout and dine upon the bream. The do sigh in joyfulness after a bath and shake off the water, clean, then start to sing.

The Second Checkmate

Time to lift the holy rod. Time to make the signs. Time to listen to the wind flutes play in tune along with the chimes. Nature makes the most beautiful music, though I do no blowing at all. I do not tap in rhythm. All I do is sing this song: checkmate called and accepted.

In Progress

This year we made so much less and should have made so much. But we were debanked, As President Trump said, to rid us of the act while running for office he swore. That debanking would stop for political reasons if we voted him to the fore. So we did.

Slavery is a debt they once said, which you might repay, if you work so very hard to replace the money for you which I paid. But to the slave they lied about the total spent, charged the highest interest on every gold cent. And in the hovel the slave lived charged the highest rent. When the slave died, the dead slave was in debt.

The Homeless Commercial

I saw a commercial the other day made by the Mormons in an amazing way. It was the homeless. On the subject they did say: that these people are our neighbors and we should treat them all that way. If only that was the realization, back in my homeless days.

Not all drug addicts or criminals. Most have lost their jobs, suffered disasters, are veterans, or businesses gone too. Yes they are our neighbors and to them we should be neighbors like they are ours. In this land of great plenty.

And what if children's parents die? Or what if their home falls down. An Earthquake hits, a flood destroys, fire burns the ground, which could happen to any of us, at any time at all. We rioters destroy all that is sound.

This country was founded by the homeless. That's our history and we've forgotten it all. In the past there was a town here but my wife and I are the only ones around.

Yes, it is time to hold the rod. It is time to call on rain(or snow). The people call up on High for the rivers to run again. For the snow to fill the valleys, cover the mountains tall. The kids can have some snow days off to play like children one and all.

It was welcoming to see and hear the commercial and what it said, even if it is a fantasy and the truth unsaid.

And I pray every day but mostly I say thanks. For God grants what is needed and ignores the wants.

The Third Check Mate

It's always important to check your mate. To watch over them as one would thyself. Tell them that they do great, despite all their faults. To say good morning, wish pleasant dreams. Call them by name, or endearment because the love you want is given by you. The more one gives, the more one gets. Forgive and forget. And so much more after death.

Love is more than a smile, it makes much laughter at the oddness of love, lasts for more than awhile. More precious than gold or glittery diamonds and shares the hardest toils. Is the greatest of all spoils. Water springs up in the desert of love.

It cannot be taken or understood yet when one has it, feels good. Memories of love forever will never dull or fade. If ever lost, gone is the dross, and thoughts joyous remain, refrain.

One sees the imperfections yet accepts them without questions because a person grows from deepest introspection. To checkmate a love is to beat oneself in a game of chance that is life itself.

So let us smile and laugh awhile, that today's memories are those that remain. That love so true holds us all and we return that hold, do not let go before the long sleep of night does fall.

The End. Dedicated to my playmate with whom play each day.

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