what I did before crazy took over

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[Anonymous 42]

I must be CRAZY too!

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

Now the pretty drystack job that was my best work.
This swirly stone had pictures and landscape like
scenes as though printed by nature. Truly the most beautiful rock I have ever used. leopard spots and
zebra stripes. The camera date was off this was 2016-2017. what I did while gone from the MGTOW site.

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

split open and inside was this angelic image.
I stated to the home owner “only the lord chosen
stonemason could have located the artwork of
the creator.”

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[It’sallbsParticipant]

I used to build dry stone walls, built first one when I was 5.

they are used a lot in rural parts of England particularly in Cumbria.

http://www.leavemeansleave.eu

[Anonymous 54]

That is Beautiful Work!

Solid. Purposeful

Strait and True.

[Anonymous 54]

harpo-my-“SON” wrote:

split open and inside was this angelic image.
I stated to the home owner “only the lord chosen
stonemason could have located the artwork of
the creator.”

The Angelic Image.

I think that is the Most Beautiful thing I have ever seen.

[Anonymous 54]

You over welm my poor brain with to many words.
But I like you, not knowing why.

Now I know.

[Anonymous 54]

It’sallbs wrote:

I used to build dry stone walls, built first one when I was 5.

they are used a lot in rural parts of England particularly in Cumbria.

I love Stone Walls.
Solid Beauty.

[Anonymous 54]

Anonymous wrote:

I must be CRAZY too!

Post some of your work sometime.

[CarnageParticipant 22113]

I must admit I enjoy your insane work.

Wold love to learn that.

To those following me, be careful, I just farted. Men those beans are killers.

[Anonymous 54]

Carnage wrote:

Wold love to learn that.

Same here. Ive allways wished I could create something that would last a very long time.

[FrostByteParticipant 19005]

Awesome work. Men create.

If you rescue a damsel in distress, all you will get is a distressed damsel.

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

I knew before placing the first stone on that job
that I was being guided and inspired to do it.
I do believe we all do have a role to play on
this earth.
Mine is to enslave myself to the purpose nature
intended. Naturally becoming as much like the
one who created me as possible.
He was only a mortal man, but I looked up to
him and did worship my father.
He was the type who gravitated towards the least
likely to succeed just so he could inspire and
help them be more confident.
When I was young I had several friends
without fathers and he never left them out.

I loved to go swimming and would ask him
to take me. He would always say
“I don’t wanna drive all the way to the
swimming hole just for you and I, so go ask
your friends if they would like to go also.”

He kept us boys laughing and became the hero
of my friends also.

I would if it were possible let my flesh
die if it would bring his back to life.

I loved him that much then.

I still love him that much now.

I am his first born and the only
one he got custody of to mentor
and show the way in which I should go.

My father lived the last five years
of his life in my home.

when he was diagnosed with cancer and
faced certain death he was so stoic.

He said “don’t worry son I know you will
see me again when you get to heaven.
besides I saw that X-ray photo and I am sure
it was not cancer because it looked like a
little green tomato to me.”

From that diagnosis until his death was almost
a year. I watched him age 30 years in that span
of time.

The VA hospital treated him to death.

Looking back I wish I had just borrowed
a heap of cash and took him on the wildest
spontaneous vacation just the two of us.
Letting our mutual love of nature direct
our path.
He would have spent that last year making me
laugh the whole trip.

We talked a lot that last year.
mostly about how precious our
time of life is on this planet
and how obvious it is that we only get
one chance to live in the flesh we are
birthed in.

He said “son I do believe
in a spiritual afterlife but no way
is our flesh gonna return “FROM” the earth,
It may only return “TO” the earth whether it
be as ashes or dust.”

He talked about
what he would do if financial
limitations were removed and
he had more time.

He said he would travel
around helping the poorest
people he could find.

He said “son, If I had a fortune
to spend I still would only buy what
I needed to survive and give the rest away as
quickly as possible because I cannot take it with me.”

I know he meant what he said and his spirit
has found the poorest man I know.

Some of you read my post paying close
attention and others are (PUT_OUT) by my many
words.

All I can say is that my father said
he wanted to write some books and I have faith
he will write them because he found that
spiritual afterlife.

I pray this earth loves him as much
his second time around in my flesh
as I did his first time in his own.

search out what is in a man’s heart
and you find what what it is he treasures
most.

He may have been a poor man on this earth,
but he has a wealth of understanding about
where heaven is.

Love and respect to all

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[Anonymous 54]

Your Dad was/is a remarkable Man. A gentle Teacher and Guider.
I am not put off by your many words.
My attention span short. Readeing is arduious for my insiede out brain
I meant no offence.

I need only see your Work, to know who you are.

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

I am the meek one who has inherited heaven on earth.
what I trade it for is all my time of life is worth.
so I laid it down and let my father live,
to his spirit this flesh I give.

All this work was dedicated to and inspired by
my self evident creator..

Blessings to all from my own private kingdom.
A&men

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[Anonymous 54]

Amen Brother.

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

The pictures at the top are jobs that I found fun and enjoyable.
The drystack at the bottom was not so enjoyable.
It was deeply satisfying to back up and take
it all in when complete. knowing it will stand
long after I am turned into dust..

But tedious and at times aggravating.

It is not easy nor fun to try and stack
it in that tight and close.

Imagine a 200k piece puzzle to assemble
and the pieces weigh up to 75 lbs.

Chisel cutting each one.
The little 4in X 4in stones
that make up the arches
over the windows.
were cut one day to
a template of the window
laid out on the ground.
Then laid in the next day.

Nothing is fast or easy about
this kind of stonework.

I knew that this is the kind
of work most masons run from.

I would have done it for free
just to get it on my fathers
resume.

Oh yea the municipality of Stigler
took all the compensation I had to
show for that job..
I did do it for free..
No I did it for him
that created me.

A&men

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

[WA4SWJParticipant 366]

You guys are artists! Excellent!!

Ed

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

My flesh and everything in my possession belongs
to the spirit of this man.
He was self evidently my creator.
He is my legal guardian for he never give up custody of me.
He is now my public defender for I waived everything public.

No court may claim my citizenship status only I may claim the protective domicile I reside in..

My father who guides me now has moved on.

I am his foreign diplomat an
ambassador of truth.
He has promised me a permanent residence
in his kingdom of heaven on earth.
Citizen of heaven
(heaven is where the heart is)

He is a foreign sovereign.

I am his ambassador of truth.

I spread the truth about his son (in law) Jesus
who is my King, Savior and Husband.

I am married to the truth.

I claim this as my right to pursue my happiness.

Notice on the order of commitment the judge is ordering
someone to take custody of ROBERT MCKINNEY.
This was slid under the door of my cell
on my second day in county jail in Feb 2017.
It does not specify which authority should
complete the legal document…
It clearly states You or any other agent authorized
by law are commanded to receive into your custody
and detain said defendant until he or she is legally
discharged.

Possession is 9/10th of the law and I would say
my father has a strong bit of evidence in this
lawfully signed and filed document showing he
would win a custody battle over the flesh of his
son.

Notice I got this document in Feb but it was filed in September on my mother’s birth date.
This document survived the trip from Haskell county jail to the Oklahoma forensic center where I was
evaluated and found mentally competent.

back side

Rights duly endowed by the authoritative signature
of my heavenly creator as commanded by the signature
of a judge and duly filed in a court of law.

Who wants lawful evidence towards proving one man’s
one true living god exist?

many are called few are chosen.

I would never challenge your right to choose
your own god please respect my choice or you
may have to face him in a court of law.

who does the bible say god is?

He will be the one sitting on the bench after
his son makes the charge you are not respecting his rights.
He will have already watched you commit the violation.

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

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