death, life, money

Insure This Life

Another person has passed away. Another person has died. And so this posting not just happens to be about the Buy Life Insurance thing when one passes away, though also about that autopsy post mortem examination thing that goes along with that life insurance policy that goes along with death that goes along with life. And what’s that one may not receive that life insurance after someone passes unless one gets that autopsy and death certificate thing all about anyway? Is that some sort of money racket or something? And for what reason do the seemingly majority of humanity undergo these autopsy after death things anyway? It can be a drag that one has passed away already, and then to cut one open to examine one for a cause of death after death on top of everything else, just to get that life insurance and money to bury that person or what not, what’s that all about? And is there a way to get around this give us your body to cut up to get the life insurance thing? Cremation, stay away from the morgue or anything else? Is this whole autopsy after death thing legal, and the law. And what is the law. And what, if anything does this have to do with a No Police State?
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housing, money

The Rent Is Too Damn

The rent is too damn high. And if you live in that city of New York, your rent may be to damn high, The Rent Is Too Damn High, and your rent is too damn high. And how do I know the rent is too damn high in that city of New York, and probably just about everywhere in the world right about now, because Jimmy McMillan when he was standing on the corner of 14th Street and 1st Ave a while ago with that rent is too damn high party van with all of those the rent is too damn high party posters all over it with those the rent is too damn high horns on that rent is to damn high car blaring that the rent is too damn high message next to that rent is too damn high table with that rent is too damn high literature on it says so. And I have read of this rent is too damn high guy in the papers before when he ran as the rent is too damn high party campaigner for mayor right along with that Naked Cowboy who finds himself half naked playing guitar in Times Square in that city of New York all the time, every so often. And it does seem to be a gentrification to the point of genocide kill off the poor who can afford to live anywhere day and times to where even the yuppies, those young urban professionals, can’t even afford to pay the rent without ten full time jobs and twenty roomates these days and times, as those same two hundred dollar apartments from long lore ago, now seem to be two thousand dollar apartments in the game of monopoly. And what about those utopian ideas? Housing is a human right. If you need a home, take one. And you don’t even have to pay taxes. I have thought developers or individuals should work with the market place on how to formalize squatters rights, that the world housing crisis and mortgage meltdown will give rise to the squatters struggle as a vision of a world freed from bankers, bosses, and landlords who currently claim ownership and by freeing the land from the oppressors and creating zones of resistance and saying no to concentrated landlord and government ownership; to create a viable alternative for people of neighborhoods to restore homes through their own efforts. It is my utopian vision of seeing the earth as a liberated zone one day. Whose right is it to own the land that was supposed to be given to us free anyway? That the basic necessity of life, shelter is not free. Free the land. Squat The World. No one is free when others are oppressed. Is another world possible. And what if anything, does this have to do with a No Police State?
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computer, money, shopping

The Cash Register

And in blah blogger thoughts on this day. Whatever happened to those good old fashioned check out registers, ringing, pull the hand lever with those numbers that roll around in those windows on the top of them like those lottery number windows, cast iron steel cash registers of the past. It seems like the shopping, buying and selling transactions that I encounter in those merchant stores these days and times all involve those computerized and digitalized cash registers that seem to break down on a daily basis, to where I keep hearing sales clerks say things like “The computers not working”, or “The server is down”, or “You can’t purchase this item because the computer is not working”, or “Please wait til I reboot the cash register so that you can purchase that item”, or “The credit card machine is not working”, or some other phrase to where it seems like I can’t even shop anymore. And it could be the age of the rfid tag barcode, save no man that he may buy or sell except that he have the mark of the beast globalism conspiracy thing, maybe. What’s that all about in these high tech technology all things electronic buy and sell days?
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cars, money

A New Jersey Authority of Parking

Hey again bloggers, or whoever could be reading this blog. And in between reading those scary headlines about that BP oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico and those other headlines of the latest earthquakes, tornadoes, volcanoes and other natural disasters, I find myself wondering what does it mean when a North Bergen Parking Authority give you a parking ticket person gives you a parking ticket, with no parking meter or other time keeping device in place at all as proof of the time you have parked, except their word in a debate with North Bergen polizei as enforcement who also complain of receiving parking tickets from the North Bergen, New Jersey Author of Parking for no reason at all. What’s that all about? Is this some sort of a parking ticket money racket or something? And then there’s something about a residential parking permit zone sticker to park on that street in that township of North Bergen, New Jersey in that in that county of Hudson in that country of America across from the river of that state of New York and borough of Manhattan, to mail in your payment in the midst of all of this or something like that. And I have also heard it said that power and authority breeds corruption, though what’s it like to stare corruption straight in the flesh, or faceless and be helpless against spiritual wickedness that lies in high places. And what’s that all about that I have also heard it said that New Jersey is a corrupt state. What does that mean? And I have also read that New Jersey residents suffer the highest tax burden in the country. What’s that all about again? And from what I recall, that state of New York has this same practice of ticketing cars for no reason at all except to generate finance and revenue for the state. And the state of what? And do these parking ticket for no reason at all except that one has a car to be ticketed practices reflect other parking authority ticketing practices around the country and world? And that North Bergen Parking Authority smart car in that photo above that those give you a parking ticket people use to get around park ticketing town and beyond, they seem to be electric drive and environmentally conscious to save the world from the use of petroleum oil rock. And what if anything does this have to do with a No Police State?
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end times, environment, money, oil

This Is What An Oil-Soaked Ocean Wave Looks Like

This is what an oil soaked wave looks like. Perhaps the scariest picture yet is this AP photo of an oil-spotted wave crashing just off Orange Beach, Alabama.

Pictures like this will decimate the beach crowd, even as publicity from Gulf states tries to reassure tourists. In this PR video from Orange Beach, a blond spokeswoman admits “some stretches of our beach today are seeing little signs of oil” — before drawing your attention to local golfing attractions

And in other thoughts….

And the second angel sounded, and as it were a great mountain burning with fire was cast into the sea: and the third part of the sea became blood; And the third part of the creatures which were in the sea, and had life, died; and the third part of the ships were destroyed. Revelations 8:1. If you believe.
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Gold. The California gold rush. Gold, gold, money, money and more money. And for some reason with the economy seeming as if it’s going downhill faster than the speed of light and the federal reserve and treasury stock market seeming as if it could be having one of those endless going out of business everything must go sales and the national debt and bail out of the bail outs seeming to be so out of control that the federal reserve and treasury can not print up enough money fast enough to cover it all, and the recession seeming as if it wants to turn into a depression with one endless soup line, the thought of Selling Gold , the buying and selling of gold coins and bullion cubes seems as if it can be found everywhere in the newspapers, televisions and online these days and economic recession impending depression times. And what better way to cash out or in during spiraling downhill economic times than with gold, I think. Got gold earrings, gold watches, gold jewelry, gold teeth, not so sure about that one, gold anything? Well with a visit to the nearest gold pawn shop, you can be on your way to selling that gold and gold jewelry for cash. And with the age of the internet, one does not even have to leave home to pawn that gold, one can now get cash for gold from online pawn shops. That’s right, one can now pawn that gold for cash online. With online gold pawn shops, finding that cash can be just a website visit away.

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Credit Debit

Hey Bloggers, and on this day finds itself another one of those Sundays, day of the suns that has rolled around again according to that Gregorian calendar here on planet earth. That day of rest, day of God. Or is that Saturday that is the sabbath. And yet I find myself blah blogging away on this blog for some reason. And so for some reason I find myself blogging about the disadvantages of credit cards. You know, those wallet sized plastic cards that are usually to be found in someones wallet and they most likely have something to do with money, credit, debit and more money. And that card reminds me of the globalization of the world, a cashless society in these digital transactions of buying and selling days and times. And what is there to say about the disadvantages of credit cards. Well from what I read in the news about this item, with the invention of technology, identity theft seems to be the fastest way to get free money from someones else’s credit card and is on the rise. And for some reason that verse from the Bible comes to mind that goes something like “Save no man that he may buy or sell except that he have the mark of the beast the number of man, the number of the beast, and his number is six hundred threescore and six, 666”.

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money, News, politics

A Manifesto

Hey Bloggers, or whoever could be reading this blog. And in my web 2.0 social media user generated content blogaholicness, it is not so often that I find myself blah blogging the headlines. Okay, it is often. And this is one of those headlines of the day that I find myself blaghing with its titles and headlines as follows. And what commentary can I blog about this subject that has not already been said and is being said, I am not sure, as this seemingly communist, capitalist manifesto written afterwards seems to speak for itself:

“Man Crashes Plane Into Austin IRS Office .. Angry Suicide Note Posted”,
“Small Plane Crashes Into I.R.S. Building in Texas”,
“Suicidal Tax Protest: Joseph Stack Crashes Plane into IRS in Austin Texas”,
“Joe Stack STATEMENT: Alleged Suicide Note From Austin Pilot Posted Online”,
“The Manifesto Of Austin Texas Crash Pilot Joseph Andrew Stack”,
“Joseph Stack Manifesto: Austin Plane Crash Pilot’s Blog Text”,
and a commentary…,”Isn’t it obvious that Joe Stack was a Liberal? I mean if he was a Conservative he would have quoted Hitler….?”,
and another commentary “How soon before Mr. Stack becomes the official Tea Party martyr?”

And for some reason that verse from the book, the bible seems to come to mind: “For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows”. 1 Timothy 6:10. And the Manifesto from the website Embedded Art, (Is that that art show in the name of security at the Akademie der Kunst in Berlin Germany, or is that something altogether different?…), that seems to be finding its way throughout internetland cyberworld on this day as follows. And the list of headlines goes on and on….

If you’re reading this, you’re no doubt asking yourself, “Why did this have to happen?” The simple truth is that it is complicated and has been coming for a long time. The writing process, started many months ago, was intended to be therapy in the face of the looming realization that there isn’t enough therapy in the world that can fix what is really broken. Needless to say, this rant could fill volumes with example after example if I would let it. I find the process of writing it frustrating, tedious, and probably pointless… especially given my gross inability to gracefully articulate my thoughts in light of the storm raging in my head. Exactly what is therapeutic about that I’m not sure, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
We are all taught as children that without laws there would be no society, only anarchy. Sadly, starting at early ages we in this country have been brainwashed to believe that, in return for our dedication and service, our government stands for justice for all. We are further brainwashed to believe that there is freedom in this place, and that we should be ready to lay our lives down for the noble principals represented by its founding fathers. Remember? One of these was “no taxation without representation”. I have spent the total years of my adulthood unlearning that crap from only a few years of my childhood. These days anyone who really stands up for that principal is promptly labeled a “crackpot”, traitor and worse.

While very few working people would say they haven’t had their fair share of taxes (as can I), in my lifetime I can say with a great degree of certainty that there has never been a politician cast a vote on any matter with the likes of me or my interests in mind. Nor, for that matter, are they the least bit interested in me or anything I have to say.
Why is it that a handful of thugs and plunderers can commit unthinkable atrocities (and in the case of the GM executives, for scores of years) and when it’s time for their gravy train to crash under the weight of their gluttony and overwhelming stupidity, the force of the full federal government has no difficulty coming to their aid within days if not hours? Yet at the same time, the joke we call the American medical system, including the drug and insurance companies, are murdering tens of thousands of people a year and stealing from the corpses and victims they cripple, and this country’s leaders don’t see this as important as bailing out a few of their vile, rich cronies. Yet, the political “representatives” (thieves, liars, and self-serving scumbags is far more accurate) have endless time to sit around for year after year and debate the state of the “terrible health care problem”. It’s clear they see no crisis as long as the dead people don’t get in the way of their corporate profits rolling in.
And justice? You’ve got to be kidding!
How can any rational individual explain that white elephant conundrum in the middle of our tax system and, indeed, our entire legal system? Here we have a system that is, by far, too complicated for the brightest of the master scholars to understand. Yet, it mercilessly “holds accountable” its victims, claiming that they’re responsible for fully complying with laws not even the experts understand. The law “requires” a signature on the bottom of a tax filing; yet no one can say truthfully that they understand what they are signing; if that’s not “duress” than what is. If this is not the measure of a totalitarian regime, nothing is.
How did I get here?
My introduction to the real American nightmare starts back in the early ‘80s. Unfortunately after more than 16 years of school, somewhere along the line I picked up the absurd, pompous notion that I could read and understand plain English. Some friends introduced me to a group of people who were having ‘tax code’ readings and discussions. In particular, zeroed in on a section relating to the wonderful “exemptions” that make institutions like the vulgar, corrupt Catholic Church so incredibly wealthy. We carefully studied the law (with the help of some of the “best”, high-paid, experienced tax lawyers in the business), and then began to do exactly what the “big boys” were doing (except that we weren’t steeling from our congregation or lying to the government about our massive profits in the name of God). We took a great deal of care to make it all visible, following all of the rules, exactly the way the law said it was to be done.
The intent of this exercise and our efforts was to bring about a much-needed re-evaluation of the laws that allow the monsters of organized religion to make such a mockery of people who earn an honest living. However, this is where I learned that there are two “interpretations” for every law; one for the very rich, and one for the rest of us… Oh, and the monsters are the very ones making and enforcing the laws; the inquisition is still alive and well today in this country.
That little lesson in patriotism cost me $40,000+, 10 years of my life, and set my retirement plans back to 0. It made me realize for the first time that I live in a country with an ideology that is based on a total and complete lie. It also made me realize, not only how naive I had been, but also the incredible stupidity of the American public; that they buy, hook, line, and sinker, the crap about their “freedom”… and that they continue to do so with eyes closed in the face of overwhelming evidence and all that keeps happening in front of them.
Before even having to make a shaky recovery from the sting of the first lesson on what justice really means in this country (around 1984 after making my way through engineering school and still another five years of “paying my dues”), I felt I finally had to take a chance of launching my dream of becoming an independent engineer.
On the subjects of engineers and dreams of independence, I should digress somewhat to say that I’m sure that I inherited the fascination for creative problem solving from my father. I realized this at a very young age.
The significance of independence, however, came much later during my early years of college; at the age of 18 or 19 when I was living on my own as student in an apartment in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. My neighbor was an elderly retired woman (80+ seemed ancient to me at that age) who was the widowed wife of a retired steel worker. Her husband had worked all his life in the steel mills of central Pennsylvania with promises from big business and the union that, for his 30 years of service, he would have a pension and medical care to look forward to in his retirement. Instead he was one of the thousands who got nothing because the incompetent mill management and corrupt union (not to mention the government) raided their pension funds and stole their retirement. All she had was social security to live on.
In retrospect, the situation was laughable because here I was living on peanut butter and bread (or Ritz crackers when I could afford to splurge) for months at a time. When I got to know this poor figure and heard her story I felt worse for her plight than for my own (I, after all, I thought I had everything to in front of me). I was genuinely appalled at one point, as we exchanged stories and commiserated with each other over our situations, when she in her grandmotherly fashion tried to convince me that I would be “healthier” eating cat food (like her) rather than trying to get all my substance from peanut butter and bread. I couldn’t quite go there, but the impression was made. I decided that I didn’t trust big business to take care of me, and that I would take responsibility for my own future and myself.
Return to the early ‘80s, and here I was off to a terrifying start as a ‘wet-behind-the-ears’ contract software engineer… and two years later, thanks to the fine backroom, midnight effort by the sleazy executives of Arthur Andersen (the very same folks who later brought us Enron and other such calamities) and an equally sleazy New York Senator (Patrick Moynihan), we saw the passage of 1986 tax reform act with its section 1706.
For you who are unfamiliar, here is the core text of the IRS Section 1706, defining the treatment of workers (such as contract engineers) for tax purposes. Visit this link for a conference committee report ( regarding the intended interpretation of Section 1706 and the relevant parts of Section 530, as amended. For information on how these laws affect technical services workers and their clients, read our discussion here (
(a) IN GENERAL – Section 530 of the Revenue Act of 1978 is amended by adding at the end thereof the following new subsection:
(d) EXCEPTION. – This section shall not apply in the case of an individual who pursuant to an arrangement between the taxpayer and another person, provides services for such other person as an engineer, designer, drafter, computer programmer, systems analyst, or other similarly skilled worker engaged in a similar line of work.
(b) EFFECTIVE DATE. – The amendment made by this section shall apply to remuneration paid and services rendered after December 31, 1986.
• “another person” is the client in the traditional job-shop relationship.
• “taxpayer” is the recruiter, broker, agency, or job shop.
• “individual”, “employee”, or “worker” is you.
Admittedly, you need to read the treatment to understand what it is saying but it’s not very complicated. The bottom line is that they may as well have put my name right in the text of section (d). Moreover, they could only have been more blunt if they would have came out and directly declared me a criminal and non-citizen slave. Twenty years later, I still can’t believe my eyes.
During 1987, I spent close to $5000 of my ‘pocket change’, and at least 1000 hours of my time writing, printing, and mailing to any senator, congressman, governor, or slug that might listen; none did, and they universally treated me as if I was wasting their time. I spent countless hours on the L.A. freeways driving to meetings and any and all of the disorganized professional groups who were attempting to mount a campaign against this atrocity. This, only to discover that our efforts were being easily derailed by a few moles from the brokers who were just beginning to enjoy the windfall from the new declaration of their “freedom”. Oh, and don’t forget, for all of the time I was spending on this, I was loosing income that I couldn’t bill clients.
After months of struggling it had clearly gotten to be a futile exercise. The best we could get for all of our trouble is a pronouncement from an IRS mouthpiece that they weren’t going to enforce that provision (read harass engineers and scientists). This immediately proved to be a lie, and the mere existence of the regulation began to have its impact on my bottom line; this, of course, was the intended effect.
Again, rewind my retirement plans back to 0 and shift them into idle. If I had any sense, I clearly should have left abandoned engineering and never looked back.
Instead I got busy working 100-hour workweeks. Then came the L.A. depression of the early 1990s. Our leaders decided that they didn’t need the all of those extra Air Force bases they had in Southern California, so they were closed; just like that. The result was economic devastation in the region that rivaled the widely publicized Texas S&L fiasco. However, because the government caused it, no one gave a shit about all of the young families who lost their homes or street after street of boarded up houses abandoned to the wealthy loan companies who received government funds to “shore up” their windfall. Again, I lost my retirement.
Years later, after weathering a divorce and the constant struggle trying to build some momentum with my business, I find myself once again beginning to finally pick up some speed. Then came the .COM bust and the 911 nightmare. Our leaders decided that all aircraft were grounded for what seemed like an eternity; and long after that, ‘special’ facilities like San Francisco were on security alert for months. This made access to my customers prohibitively expensive. Ironically, after what they had done the Government came to the aid of the airlines with billions of our tax dollars … as usual they left me to rot and die while they bailed out their rich, incompetent cronies WITH MY MONEY! After these events, there went my business but not quite yet all of my retirement and savings.
By this time, I’m thinking that it might be good for a change. Bye to California, I’ll try Austin for a while. So I moved, only to find out that this is a place with a highly inflated sense of self-importance and where damn little real engineering work is done. I’ve never experienced such a hard time finding work. The rates are 1/3 of what I was earning before the crash, because pay rates here are fixed by the three or four large companies in the area who are in collusion to drive down prices and wages… and this happens because the justice department is all on the take and doesn’t give a fuck about serving anyone or anything but themselves and their rich buddies.
To survive, I was forced to cannibalize my savings and retirement, the last of which was a small IRA. This came in a year with mammoth expenses and not a single dollar of income. I filed no return that year thinking that because I didn’t have any income there was no need. The sleazy government decided that they disagreed. But they didn’t notify me in time for me to launch a legal objection so when I attempted to get a protest filed with the court I was told I was no longer entitled to due process because the time to file ran out. Bend over for another $10,000 helping of justice.
So now we come to the present. After my experience with the CPA world, following the business crash I swore that I’d never enter another accountant’s office again. But here I am with a new marriage and a boatload of undocumented income, not to mention an expensive new business asset, a piano, which I had no idea how to handle. After considerable thought I decided that it would be irresponsible NOT to get professional help; a very big mistake.
When we received the forms back I was very optimistic that they were in order. I had taken all of the years information to Bill Ross, and he came back with results very similar to what I was expecting. Except that he had neglected to include the contents of Sheryl’s unreported income; $12,700 worth of it. To make matters worse, Ross knew all along this was missing and I didn’t have a clue until he pointed it out in the middle of the audit. By that time it had become brutally evident that he was representing himself and not me.
This left me stuck in the middle of this disaster trying to defend transactions that have no relationship to anything tax-related (at least the tax-related transactions were poorly documented). Things I never knew anything about and things my wife had no clue would ever matter to anyone. The end result is… well, just look around.
I remember reading about the stock market crash before the “great” depression and how there were wealthy bankers and businessmen jumping out of windows when they realized they screwed up and lost everything. Isn’t it ironic how far we’ve come in 60 years in this country that they now know how to fix that little economic problem; they just steal from the middle class (who doesn’t have any say in it, elections are a joke) to cover their asses and it’s “business-as-usual”. Now when the wealthy fuck up, the poor get to die for the mistakes… isn’t that a clever, tidy solution.
As government agencies go, the FAA is often justifiably referred to as a tombstone agency, though they are hardly alone. The recent presidential puppet GW Bush and his cronies in their eight years certainly reinforced for all of us that this criticism rings equally true for all of the government. Nothing changes unless there is a body count (unless it is in the interest of the wealthy sows at the government trough). In a government full of hypocrites from top to bottom, life is as cheap as their lies and their self-serving laws.
I know I’m hardly the first one to decide I have had all I can stand. It has always been a myth that people have stopped dying for their freedom in this country, and it isn’t limited to the blacks, and poor immigrants. I know there have been countless before me and there are sure to be as many after. But I also know that by not adding my body to the count, I insure nothing will change. I choose to not keep looking over my shoulder at “big brother” while he strips my carcass, I choose not to ignore what is going on all around me, I choose not to pretend that business as usual won’t continue; I have just had enough.
I can only hope that the numbers quickly get too big to be white washed and ignored that the American zombies wake up and revolt; it will take nothing less. I would only hope that by striking a nerve that stimulates the inevitable double standard, knee-jerk government reaction that results in more stupid draconian restrictions people wake up and begin to see the pompous political thugs and their mindless minions for what they are. Sadly, though I spent my entire life trying to believe it wasn’t so, but violence not only is the answer, it is the only answer. The cruel joke is that the really big chunks of shit at the top have known this all along and have been laughing, at and using this awareness against, fools like me all along.
I saw it written once that the definition of insanity is repeating the same process over and over and expecting the outcome to suddenly be different. I am finally ready to stop this insanity. Well, Mr. Big Brother IRS man, let’s try something different; take my pound of flesh and sleep well.
The communist creed: From each according to his ability, to each according to his need.
The capitalist creed: From each according to his gullibility, to each according to his greed.
Joe Stack (1956-2010)

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The Loan

Hey Bloggers, or whoever could be reading this blog. And this post happens to be about the Bank Loan Modification, which sounds like it has something to do with money, money and more money and also with modifying a bank loan. And by the way, has anyone ever heard of that mortgage meltdown that’s been in the news a lot lately that seems to have something to do with foreclosures and the meltdown of the economy, a recession and impending depression to where the Federal Reserve and Treasury seems to be bailing out the bailouts and can not seem to print up enough money fast enough to cover all of the national debt to where the government, or at least the economy seems as if it could be having one of those everything must go going out of business sales and everyone or at least a lot of people seem to be out of a job looking for a job. And so back to that bank loan, With those loan modifications, I imagine one can find a loan to save their home from that percentage and a mortgage thing. And if only one could bail at the whole world where housing, that basic necessity for human life, could be free and money would be required to exist as one of those human beings here on planet earth. No one is free when others are oppressed. Peace on earth and goodwill to all mankind.

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A Freebie

If it’s free, then it’s for me. And I have heard that phrase said somewhere before throughout my travels here on planet earth. And if only everything in life could be free, or if only money grew on trees, or if there were no need for money at all, then maybe the world could be a better place and then seemingly a lot of people would have one less thing to worry about such as money, money, and more money to just seemingly survive. And as far as I know, there is never anything better than a free item or product, maybe, as I am always trying to figure out how to find things for free somehow. And then there is the best freebies site where a lot of things can be found for free. And this idea of freebies, trial offers and free samples sounds so appealing to me that I want to go and visit that website before I even finish typing this blog entry. As I wonder, what kind of items and products can be found out there on the internet for free. And if I can find movies, music, software and more for free, then it’s for me.

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