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Laramie Wyomue. Purpose of mission to visit Sun Dance prison where Moonlight pardoned Sundance the famous partner to Butch Casidy.

Small problem dick head failed to read the small print “open in summer”.

Never fair my ghost mum spots the Wyomy Woman Historic Museum no way were not going past that.

I soon learn on December 10, 1869, John Campbell, governor of the Wyoming Territory, approved the first law in U.S. history explicitly granting women the right to vote. Commemorated in later years as Wyoming Day, the event was one of many firsts for women achieved in the Equality State.Dec 10. Seven years after President Abraham Lincoln signed the bill into law on April 16, 1862 to free slaves women in Wymony first to vote world wide.

I always thought NZ was first as Kate shepard, the daughter of a Scot, was instrumental in making New Zealand the first country in the world to grant women the right to vote in 1893. Nope Wyomy was the first state and beat us Kiwis by 24 years.

At the museum I find a couple of nuggets about Thomas Moonlight offered by female historian Velma Linford in her book Wyomi Frontieer State. Namely Moonlight the Republican waka jumper proposed a solution to beef rivalry between independents and Barrons eg perhaps Wyomi independents should consider sheep. Moonlight reasoned a lot easier to guard than beef.

Another first Linford (May 30, 1907 – May 25, 2002) an American educator, author, and politician would served as the 12th Wyoming Superintendent of Public Instruction as a Democrat.

The museums volunteer curators give me there top ten of Wyomy heroines with a caveot. They explain that Woman flourished in Wyomy for two reasons.

One: you had to be capable to thrive in Wyomy mountain geography where like Cape York ones identity politics and social preconceptions took a back seat to one’s competence.

Two: in many case the pioneer life created early widows who reluctant to give up what they worked so hard for where not satisfied to simply hand their sucess of to the luck and fortune of others. The Donner lesson apparently sank through if even on a sub conscious level. And once the sucess of other woman filtered through it created a network that could be built upon.

Pesky Real Politiks also payed it part as the North keen to maintain stability proved more lenient to be voting flexible. Initially it had asked Wyomi, in return for being awarded statehood to give up its equal sexes status. Wyomi said Yeah NAH! And Congress went er okay you win. That Roosevelt’s wife Elanor was pro suffragette did not hurt Wyomi women break ceilings as will.

Polly Wants A Spooky Cracker. No Reptiles but we did find Nukes.

February 28th, 1995, Denver International Airport officially opens $2,000,000,000 over budget (around $3,400,000,000 in today’s dollars) and 16 months behind schedule, the state was facing questions. Questions that never went away. Theories allege that over spend covered the tunnels that connected the airport with Cheyenne Mountain. The bunker which heads Americas anti nuclear warning and sits as the first place that will ne nuked in the UDA if WWIII breaks out that lies 100 miles away in Colorado Springs.

Today there’s an intra-airport train system to transport passengers to different terminals via underground tunnel. The acknowledged tunnels, ramp workers and airline crews travel by golf cart traffic to deliver bags and “other equipmen”.. These are located near the south of the airport’s main concourse near a large granite plaque commemorating the airport construction and coupled with a time capsule which is to be opened by the “People of Colorado in 2094,” 100 years after the engraved date March 19, 1994.

Right above that date, there is an engraving of the Freemason Square and Compass.l..Spooky Denver.

To help move eyes off military purposes and shift the theories too crazy land (that no one will take serious) a red-eyed nightmare stands rearimg to 1attack at the entrance to DIA. Irs nick named Blucifer and was commissioned by the city for the airport in 1993, prior to its official opening.

The making of the mustang mirrored the airport’s construction dilemmas. Delivered in February, 2008, Blue Mustang was 13-years behind schedule and lavishly over-budget, officially costing $650,000. To add to it anti PR in 2006, Blucifer was responsible for the death of his creator, 65-year old Mexican Luis Jimenez. The rear section of Blucifer came unhinged in Jimenez’s New Mexico studio, crushing his leg severing his femoral artery. Ala the exorcist glass panel scene.

Another quirky feature artist Terry Allen Nootre Denver. It features two cast bronze gargoyles, perched inside suitcases, watching over the east and west baggage sreas. Traditionallly gargoyles got placed on buildings to protect the site. Denver International Airport’s gargoyles sit slightly above travelers’ heads to help keep a safe eye on of the baggage and presumsbly the tunnels to hell.

Then there the mural painted by Mexican artist Leo Tanguma. Like Jimenez the arts was heavily influenced by Rivera Diego a muralist and Rosicricisn who in fact frequently used alchemist codex in his art. Tanguma however seems genuine in his plea that his hauntimg paintings are just art. Yet no doubt wether he is a parot (Masonic for some one who knows the secrets symbols but not their meaning) the art is creepy. And it certainly holds close parrels to the controversial mural Rivera did for Rockfelkah. One would love to read Tanguma briefing notes from those who commissioned the piece.

And then there are the new murals. Denver Airort seems to revel in its spooky reputation. It’s almost as if they are laying down obvious crackers for the parrots to eat. A bit like modern election theatrics when you think about it

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And back to Denver the Vidgen Pony Express jams and criss crosses the USA.

The Moonlight Express.

Wonder if I can find the creepy lizard mural in Denver Airport,  ground zero if the clock hits midnight. Forth times a charm. Its the Final Count Down.

Being through Denver  by Air (twice), by train (never got out of my Amtrak cocoon) and by piss smelling bus driven by a take no shit driver teen mum African Queen who I adored for her sapiosexual humanity. Not so impressed by its Fentanyl funky junky theme transit station where badly paid bully renta cops beat on the little folk. People down and out people on their Final Count Down.

Like Houston San Fran  & Chicago Denvers a hub of hubs. A devils Cross Road, the nuclear  last line in a future radioactive Gettysberg. Pre mushroom the cold war surface worker drones go to the tech mines of the West.
And the bulk of the tech gold they mine from their tech salt mine goes East to the billionaire bunker boys and the old New Romans of Barney town aka NY.

The peaceful nuturimg woods and Ivy wizard halls are in the North. The white trash ghetto raised military grunts train in the South. But where off to the rotten heart. Front seats to the Hunger Games arena of Distract 1.

Where spectator bloodsport theatre is filmed live in front of an undead audience. Who C/o of La La Land think who lives in White Castle One actually matters. In between adds sell suicide. Pick your poison. Sugar or pills? The final countdown.

30 days loose in USA.
Parachuting behind the lines.
Guided by Squirrels & Moonlight.

Went to Mexico to see Frieda’s Aztec socialist gods & Diego”s  petro dollar financed demons. 43, Viva Red White Green. Whose your sugar daddy. Crossed the Rio Grande and traveled thru Texas Houston. A Cowboy oil town, whose tallest building flies the pirate flag, named after an adventure who lived to eat Mexican Cats.

Flew over New Mexico and Nevada where they test bombs dig up uranium and grow pesticide soaked GMOs.. All in the hunt for the metals of the Moon & the Sun. Choose your poison. Where on the final count down.

In Arizona Tombstone I paid my respect to my ancestors in a grave full of hung necks and bullet holes. And then I watched a pantomime turn the black hat villanous gun into the white hat Hollywood hero. Choose your poison. Where on the final count down.

Spent a night in Sin City where after I delivered maiI got to see Dancing Girls with HUGE Fast Food asses hustle for fast food tips. Got.shown a map of Mob Bootleg Money ( and their laundering devil cross road hubs in LA, Denver, Wyomy, Florida and San Fran. Devils blood all flowing back to the banks of Barney Town & the New Old Romans.

Went to Carlifornias Alcatraz.

I spoke to the ghost of ripped off Indians through the eyes of a Crow. Saw where they sent those dumb enough to get caught. And I checked out the private clubs of those smart enough (or established enough) to have their stolen Spanish rubber Sydney Irish duckies turn into legitimate but still ugly golden swans. Reincarnated Old School Golden Eagles – Rail Road and massacred Buffolo Upper class resectability.

Rode the Iron horse cross country. Choo chooed past Sacromemto Humboldt tent city. All of Sutters gold has gone. America gold rush capital is now a concrete humvee stuck up a culdesac with no where to go. No Parks no community just closed down malls and plastic debris. Choose your poison. Where on the final count down.

Past the chewed cannibal bones of Donner chauvenestic stupidity and grand Mountains that will out lives us all. Roosevelt rough riding Teddy bear and the long empty thimble of Doc Holidays last whisky. The Cannibals are still chewing on those bones.

Zipped pass Utah state where women go to meet more men and dodgey church dollars still flow. As later day saints invest heavily in AI gods and high tech AI controlled weapons. Cheering on Judgement Day . Cheerimg on the holy final count.

Woke up in Iowa home of Radar from the 4077, tractors, mega farms and giant wooden nickles. Ended up in the Windy city of Illnois and nearly got whacked for being on the wrong side of the tracks. Found another nuclear bunker network. Settled for a Hot Dog ＆beer with an Israelite and a  Raven. Got a lesson in Halloween Alcapone style Chigago School of Economics.

Back on the Iron Horse past Maryland home of Jefferson csbin, red brick buildings, pumpkins, churches, truck trailers & trailer parks. Today Meth the foumding fathers biggest cargo.

Got a glimpse of big house 1 and saluted the OG jam ponies dare devils on my way through Virgina. In West Virgina we had a date with Civil War history served with  catfish and moon shine pure. As we patted  hunting hound dogs with wet noses and wagging tales on a porch on the edge of the wild untamed Appalachin forrest. America your not with out charm.

Back on the clock. Back on the bus – plane – train. Bus to Colorado where I did a Sundance in Laramie and  heard her story. As once more we rode the trail of Moonlights story and learned more about rail & cattle barron induced injustice – a trail of tears and blood still warm sticky and wet.

Meant to go to Kansas.

Will I did but some how I kept on riding. And ended up eating Moo Cow and Ice Cream in a Steak house called Long Horn in misty Missouri Kansas City. On the river border where the Red Legs clashed with Bushwhackers and Moonlights cannons helped checked the slave trading Confederates. A land where once pioneers headed West.Where on the final coundown. The clock gone full Circle.

Tomorrow all going well this Postman’s Pony Express will lead the posse into silly town
Will sit and eat Pop Corn on Lincoln’s marbled lap, before heading via Pennsylvania ave to gawk through bullet proof glass at the bankers land of Barney Town. Then will hold a wake…or an after party, with Lady Liberty. A whiskey in hand let’s  toast to Thomas George Ma and Das as I go to old Scotland yard alone to finish this quest to touch old bones. And make a touch down on the Northern home of the Southern Cross. The Final Count Down.

It might be upside down and faded but its still blue and white. A symbol of Abroth and natural justice for all. A tall green tree with deep ancient vines, my Clan my roots. Then pilgrim promise complete. Its back home to the Golden Bay and The Enchanted Forrest. Before one last victory lap to finally tell George and Jemnys tale and finish their song. We are on the final Count Down.

What a venture. What a quest.

From North to South we hunted and found treasure rich a plenty. Through Crocadile swamps, bandit lands, across the trail of revolutionary hopes and colonial double Crosses. Pyramids and Pizza, Hot dogs and Gatling guns. Buffolo and Mermen. Greyhound piss and collectors wine. Pearls but no swine just a few rabbits.

A Last post to cross before we touch down in DC to see who becomes the Commander and Clown. The clock nearly at Midnight. The Final Count Down nearly done.

Get to Airport but the Mural taken down due to construction but I do get to see Terry Allen Gargoyles. Manage to get half decent sleep splayed over seats and after a panic attack caused by one set of data saying my planes left and another saying it hasnt I’m on my bird to DC & the 47th Presidential Election.

The Pony Vidgen Postal Express got through and for the USA the Moonlight trail has been ridden