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Monday, July 21, 2014

********* WARNING ! ! ! *********

These dangerously illegal and immoral subversive underground resistance messages are being surreptitiously monitored by the Beaming Internet Government Broadband Radio Oscillation Telecommunications Hearing Electronic Reconnaissance (i.e., "B.I.G. B.R.O.T.H.E.R.") as part of a coordinated official clandestine domestic surveillance investigation, in cooperation with the National Administration of Zealous Interrogation (i.e., "N.A.Z.I.") and the Commission On Message Monitoring Investigative Electronics (i.e., "C.O.M.M.I.E."). 

Serious felony criminal charges are pending, with extreme penalties yet to be determined!


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the inspiring TRUE (!) story of


"God bless us, every one." 
                     Charles Dickens (1812 - 1870) 

"Everyone of us who is alive today will die, and for that reason alone, we should be more kind towards one another."
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"You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood for something, sometime in your life."
                      Winston Churchill

"Nationwide repeal of all firearms legislation, accompanied by a restoration of racial segregation, along with legalized implementation of Code Duello, would immediately resolve almost all contemporary social problems."
                     John Robert Mallernee


DON'T FORGET - - - ,

Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:

Don't forget - - - ,

Each and every Tuesday is SOYLENT GREEN day! 

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So, be sure and get to the shops early to get YOUR weekly ration of nutritious, scrumpdillyicious Soylent Green, lest the always meager supply suddenly becomes exhausted, and you then find yourself hopelessly trapped in the food riots, as police respond with their scoop trucks.

Mmmmmm, boy, but that there Soylent Green will be plumb larrupin'!

Thank you.

John Robert Mallernee 
1800 Beach Drive, Unit 311 



Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:

Oh, but the good (?) doctor has gone and done did it AnotherGAIN ! ! !

Here is the hilarious "JOHNNY OPTIMISM" comic strip, created by Stilton Jarlsberg, M.D., for Monday 21 July 2014 - - - ,

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"What doesn't kill you, makes you stranger." 


Oh, what a bodacious zinger THAT was!

Is Dr. Jarlsberg REALLY going to get away with posting that one?

Do you see why this is one of my favorite comic strips?

The "JOHNNY OPTIMISM" comic strip, which is drawn by Stilton Jarlsberg, M.D., appears on the computer Internet each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

Please be sure and visit the "JOHNNY OPTIMISM" web site in order to enjoy reading the assorted amusing comments posted by fans and/or detractors.

Thank you.

John Robert Mallernee 
1800 Beach Drive, Unit 311 


* ! * ! * ! PIONEER DAY ! * ! * ! *


SPECIAL NOTICE ! ! ! - - - :

Pioneer Day will be Thursday 24 July 2014.

Members and guests of the Gulfport Mississippi Stake of The Church of JESUS CHRIST of Latter-day Saints (i.e., the "Mormon" church) will be celebrating this event on Saturday 26 July 2014, beginning at 1100 Hours, in Kiln, Mississippi at McLeod Park, located at 8100 Texas Flat Road, 39556.

For additional information, please telephone, Hancock County Parks and Recreation, at:

(228) 467-1894

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Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:

The Twenty-Fourth Day of July is PIONEER DAY, when members of The Church of JESUS CHRIST of Latter-day Saints observe and celebrate the anniversary of the arrival in Eighteen Forty-Seven (1847) of Brigham Young and the Mormon pioneers in the valley of the Great Salt Lake.

To learn more about this subject, I highly recommend reading one of my favorite historical novels, "FIRE OF THE COVENANT", written by one of my favorite authors, Gerald Niels Lund.

PIONEER DAY is a joyful time for the entire family, celebrated with parades, picnics, rodeos, dances, parties, stage plays, and fireworks.

Here are the lyrics to our beloved pioneer hymn, "COME, COME, YE SAINTS", composed on the trail by one of the pioneers, William Clayton:

VERSE # 01:
Come, come, ye Saints,
No toil nor labor fear.
But, with joy,
Wend your way.
Though hard to you,
This journey may appear,
Grace shall be
As your day.
'Tis better far
For us to strive,
Our useless cares
From us to drive.
Do this and joy
Your hearts will swell.
All is well!
All is well!

VERSE # 02:
Why should we mourn
Or think our lot is hard?
'Tis not so,
All is right.
Why should we think
To earn a great reward
If we now
Shun the fight?
Gird up your loins.
Fresh courage take.
Our God will never
Us forsake.
And soon, we'll have
This tale to tell,
"All is well!
All is well!"

VERSE # 03:
We'll find the place
Which God for us prepared
Far away
In the West,
Where none shall come
To hurt or make afraid.
There, the Saints
Will be blessed.
We'll make the air
With music ring,
Shout praises to
Our God and King.
Above the rest,
These words, we'll tell,
"All is well!
All is well!"

VERSE # 04:
And, should we die
Before our journey's through,
Happy day!
All is well!
We, then are free
From toil and sorrow, too.
With the just,
We shall dwell.
But, if our lives
Are spared again
To see the Saints
Their rest obtain,
Oh, how we'll make
This chorus swell,
"All is well!
All is well!"

For the best effect, please be sure to enjoy watching, in "FULL SCREEN" mode, this automated video series of my homemade amateur video recordings of ME (!), strumming my Yamaha G-130A classical guitar, as I sing a few of my favorite "Mormon" hymns.


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of this map of the historic
Mormon Pioneer Trail

Also, I invite you to read, "THE BOOK OF MORMON", and then determine for yourself why The Church of JESUS CHRIST of Latter-day Saints (i.e., the "Mormon" church) is, and remains, my chosen faith.

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Thank you.

John Robert Mallernee 
Armed Forces Retirement Home
1800 Beach Drive, Unit 311
Gulfport, Mississippi  39507



Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:


Here is a possibly useful training manual, "PM9-84 HOW TO START AND TRAIN A MILITIA UNIT", that I discovered posted on the computer Internet.

For the best effect, please be sure to read it in "FULL SCREEN" mode.

For the best effect, please be sure and watch, in "FULL SCREEN" mode, my own homemade amateur video recording of, "MILITIA", which I created on Memorial Day, Sunday 30 May 2010, while residing in Washington, D.C. at the Ol' Soldiers' Home, detailing my own personal experiences and observations regarding this important contemporary subject.

If you are physically capable, I very highly recommend seeking enlistment in your local State Guard or State Defense Force for the state you reside in.

Thank you.

1800 Beach Drive, Unit 311 



Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:

In the Autumn of 2013, those of us residing at the Armed Forces Retirement Home in Gulfport, Mississippi who are not career military retirees, were officially declared Department of Defense designees, authorizing us to now receive medical treatment from the 81st Medical Group at Keesler Air Force Base, an option that offers a much superior alternative to the Gulf Coast Veterans Health Care System in Biloxi, Mississippi.

Did you know that, statistically, in over half of all heart attacks, the ONLY symptom is sudden death?

To complicate things further, heart attack symptoms vary for each individual.

One very common symptom in virtually ALL heart attacks is - - - "DENIAL"!

The person suffering the heart attack delays seeking emergency response because they don't want to accept the awful truth that they are in the process of dying right NOW, this very minute!

I wanted to play Santa Claus on Christmas Eve. 

At around midnight on Christmas Eve, while everyone else was tucked up in their bedrooms fast asleep with visions of sugarplums dancing through their heads, I planned to don my red hoody, girded by my Clan Henderson Scottish military belt, with a strip of jingle bells tucked in, and with my wings and military ribbon rack mounted on the left breast of my red hoody, together with red sweat pants tucked into my black suede leather moccasin boots, all topped off with my Santa Claus cap.

You see, there is a REASON that God gave whiskers to men like me!

A few days earlier, even though I had very little money, I'd gone downstairs to the Navy Exchange mini-market located on the Main Floor of our Armed Forces Retirement Home, where I purchased five (05) gift wrapped boxes of assorted chocolates, two (02) tins of Christmas cookies, and six (06) very large Hershey's Kisses chocolate Christmas candies, which were the gifts I planned to stealthily and secretly distribute to - - - WHO?

This is what I had successfully done the previous year, and nobody caught me, or knew it was me, so I wanted to do it again for Christmas of 2013.

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Well, around 2300 Hours, plus 30 Minutes on Christmas Eve of 2013, I woke up from my brief nap, and sat on the edge of my bunk.

My head began woozily swimming, and I felt a sensation of something within my body suddenly falling from my brain to the soles of my feet.

What the heck was that sensation?

Immediately, I knew I was in big trouble, and wouldn't be able to play Santa Claus.

So, I laid back down to continue my nap.

That's when the really bad toothache began deep within the gums and jaw on the right side of my face.

Once again, I sat up on the edge of my bunk, and rummaged through the drawer of the nightstand, searching for toothache medicine.

At some point, my chest began hurting, and I thought it might be heartburn.

So, after walking around in my quarters for several minutes, hoping this suspected mere heartburn symptom would ease off and go away, I laid back down on my bunk, and then felt the pain in my back, located at the same height as the pain in my chest.

One way to tell if it's merely heartburn or a heart attack is the length of time that the chest pain lasts.

If the pain lasts longer than a few minutes, call the ambulance, lest someone else should have to contact the police, the coroner, and the funeral home.

Remember, "DENIAL", is the most common symptom in ALL heart attacks!

Well, I pulled on my clothes and slippers, and rather than going downstairs to our medical clinic, I pulled the emergency cord located by my bunk.

Then, while sitting on the sofa awaiting their response, I touched my forehead with my hand, and felt the sweaty clamminess, which, when combined with the other symptoms, was the sure giveaway that THIS was the real thing!

The night nurses came to my room and, while examining me, called for an ambulance.

While waiting for the American Medical Response ambulance to arrive, they gave me two (02) aspirins.

Folks, if you've ever seen that television commercial for Bayer Aspirin, which recommends taking aspirin at the first sign of a heart attack - - - ,

Well, it is the absolute gospel TRUTH ! ! !

Taking that aspirin made all the difference, for by the time the American Medical Response ambulance crew arrived, the pain began slightly easing, and when we reached the Emergency Room of the 81st Medical Group at Keesler Air Force Base, the pain had completely disappeared.

So, instead of being admitted to the Intensive Care Unit, they put me in a room of the Medical Nursing Unit on the Third Floor, while they drew blood samples and interviewed me.

When they learned the results of the blood tests, they had the indisputable proof that I indeed had suffered a heart attack, resulting in serious damage to the heart.

Thus, I was immediately transferred downstairs to the Intensive Care Unit.

While lying there, I had visitors, Brother Jerry Guynn and Brother Bill Sowers, my assigned Home Teachers from the Gulfport Ward of The Church of JESUS CHRIST of Latter-day Saints (i.e., the "Mormon" church).

Brother Sowers anointed my head with consecrated oil, and with their hands upon my head, Brother Guynn pronounced a Priesthood blessing.

The following day, which was the day after Christmas, I was wheeled into the Cardiac Catheterization Room.

The gal who was about to begin the procedure warned that it would feel like a wasp stung me, and that sensation would last about twenty (20) seconds.

However, I felt NO pain or discomfort at all.

During the cardiac catheterization procedure, the patient is required to be awake, in order to answer questions.

But, the sedative drug that is being administered intravenously, has a side effect of erasing all memory of what's going on.

A little while ago, one of the guys told me it is the very same chemical that's better known as the notoriously illegal "Date Rape Drug".

So, the only thing I remember is the very beginning of the cardiac catheterization process, which went perfectly, as four (04) drug eluting stents were implanted in the arteries surrounding my heart.

Unfortunately, what happened after I was returned to Intensive Care WAS a nightmare!

For some reason, they couldn't get the bleeding to stop at the point of my groin where the catheter had been inserted.

So, as they continually tried everything they could think of, I was forced to lie on my back, absolutely still, and therefore unable to relax and get any sleep, as they tried femoral tourniquet after femoral tourniquet, and even bandaging with a sandbag weight.

Nothing seemed to work, and everybody was worried.

Then came the worst of all, when they decided to take turns putting direct pressure on the wound, pressing down hard with two (02) fingers.

Oh, what unbearable pain I then had to endure!

It went on all afternoon, all night long, and on into the next morning.

Finally, they found the solution, which was to administer injections of two (02) drugs, Lidocaine and Epinephrine, at the wound site, and then place an occlusive bandage on it.

Oooooh, what a relief!

They gave me Percocet tablets for pain, and Melatonin to help me sleep, and then transferred me to the Surgical Nursing Unit on the Fourth Floor.

The private room was really great, for it had a large screen television and a beautiful view of the Back Bay in Biloxi, Mississippi.

For a while, I had to have lots of help doing anything, because I was so dizzy and faint, due to hypotension.

But, Saturday 28 December 2013, only FOUR (04) DAYS after my heart attack, was the big day, for I was able to return to my comfortably furnished private quarters here on the Seventh Floor of the Armed Forces Retirement Home in Gulfport, Mississippi.

I consider this event a real blessing, for now that I know what MY heart attack symptoms are, my chances of surviving any future subsequent heart attacks are greatly increased.

The very BEST feature of being hospitalized at the 81st Medical Group on Keesler Air Force Base was being surrounded and attended to by all those lovely young girls!

All that eye candy is a lonely old geezer's fantasy!

Probably due to the mandated constraints imposed by "political correctness", it appears that females now far outnumber males in the United States Air Force, as it is certainly the rather obvious case in the 81st Medical Group hospital.

But, so what?

I was plumb HAPPY ! ! !

Girls! Girls! GIRLS ! ! !

And each and every one of them young and, oh, so pretty, pretty, pretty!

All in all, based entirely on my own personal experience and observation, hospitalization and/or medical care at the 81st Medical Group on Keesler Air Force Base is undoubtedly far, FAR superior to what I've encountered at the Gulf Coast Veterans Health Care System in Biloxi, Mississippi.

I've heard the same opinion expressed by other military veterans and/or fellow residents here at the Armed Forces Retirement Home in Gulfport, Mississippi.

Thank you.

John Robert Mallernee 
1800 Beach Drive, Unit 311