KDCL Media is BACK!!!

35129637_10212172488975018_6585539802395836416_nToday is a special day just like yesterday and last Sunday night. The reason the word “special” comes to mind is because Paula and I have brought something back to life from the past and it seems to function just as well today as when we put it in mothballs 3 years ago.

That something is KDCL Media, along with And Then Some Again Productions and it can mean only one thing.

The dust has been blown off of the virtual switchboard and we are producing all new Internet Radio shows again.

Today, in just over an hour, we will present our newest show called “Crypto and Then Some…” with a very special guest, Robyn Linn, along with two full hours of nothing but CRYPTO.

We will be covering Bitcoin, the Block Chain, and our experiences with it. Together with Robyn, we will be talking about a group of people who have assembled to take full advantage of the leadership included within the group as we all learn and earn our way to the top.

The link for today’s show is Crypto and Then Some… w/ special guest Robyn Linn and we offer a LIVE chatroom for discussion during the show so won’t you please join us for a very informative 2 hours.

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Thank You and What’s Next

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I want to start this post with a huge THANK YOU to everyone who has taken an interest in my site. The recent growth of my likes and follows is incredible and I feel very fortunate to have so many people that have taken time to pay attention to my blog.

Once again THANK YOU all !!!

On to what’s next.

Over the past weekend it was decided to bring back an old friend. Our first internet radio show took place Sunday night after a long 3 year absence. Before that we had spent 5 years on Blog Talk Radio producing a variety of shows including a trucking show and also a gold mining show.

Our audience at the time numbered well over 280,000 from 18 different countries and was growing rapidly but we had to put the whole thing on hold in mid 2015 for personal reasons.

Today we have multiple reasons to fire up the BTR switchboard and pick up where we left off with the addition of a new topic and show to match.

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Spring/Summer Update

First I want to extend a HUGE THANK YOU!!! to all of my new followers. It seems like every day I get 2 or 3 new notifications for people who have decided to pay attention to me and my meanderings. That is VERY COOL !!!

It seems like everything is moving in slow motion ever since I got approved for my SSI. The battle to lock in a monthly check for the rest of my life was a long, hard fought battle between my attorney and me against the federal government but it ended with 1 in the win column for me.

That was over 30 days ago. I was told I could expect my settlement for the back pay owed to me within 30 days. Today I talked to the government and they informed me it would be a total of 60 days which means I might get a chance to have some spending cash for the summer MAYBE next month.

Plans are made for the purchase of a good used motor home for us to travel in while putting our LDMA membership to good use. Lost Dutchman Mining Association has multiple properties set aside for members only to prospect and mine for gold. Most of the properties have quite a bit of gold if you know how to find it.

Lots of plans that will begin when we get the money owed to me so stay tuned for more entries here on my favorite writing platform keeping track of what we are up to along with a story or two to keep it interesting.

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Philmont “77” A Poem by Charles “Danny” Hutson

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Philmont “77” A Poem by Charles “Danny” Hutson

This poem was written by my father in 1977 which was the year me and him had the adventure of a lifetime for a father and son.

My older brother and I were both in the local Boy Scout troop and our father was the Scoutmaster for many years. It was a wonderful arrangement between a father and his sons.

It got even better when I decided to follow in my older brothers footsteps and go to the “high adventure camp” known as Philmont that the Boy Scouts had created in northeastern New Mexico.

During the last training week I attended in northern Virginia one of the leaders had to drop out of the trip and my father was asked if he would be interested.

Of course he said yes and the rest is history.

This poem tells a story. It is a story about a man and a small group of teenagers including his son (me) and an epic journey, both for the man, and also the boys who would be tested as men.

Some of the content will make little sense to anyone who has never experienced Philmont but I think you will enjoy it all the same.

Philmont “77”

We left on a long, long journey,

From Virginia to New Mexico.

It took us five days to get there,

Which seemed the long way to go.

 

We went up in the Arch,

Had a day at Six Flags.

The rides were all great,

There wasn’t any drags.

 

We got off that ole’ bus,

And loaded our packs.

After a night in Tent City,

We soon made fast tracks.

 

We learned about burros,

Although you can’t ride.

They’ll carry lots for you,

If you stay on their “good side”.

 

We climbed the tree,

With spikes and belt.

And when we were down,

How great it felt. FALLING!!!

 

We climbed the rocks,

And then rappelled down.

We knew it was no place,

To be clowning around. FALLING AGAIN!!!

 

We stopped at “Cito”,

And picked up food.

Although the clerk thought so,

We weren’t being rude.

 

We explored the Mine,

And heard “Charlie’s Tale”.

The gold we panned,

Didn’t budge the scale.

 

We finally got to see a bear,

And take his picture too.

He didn’t get our Bear Bag,

But he enjoyed the other crew’s.

 

We made it up Ole’ Baldy,

The climb she wasn’t easy.

And when we reached the top,

It was really breezy.

 

The Munchies, the Vita’s,

The Tetrox, the cheese.

All kept us too busy,

To climb any trees. (Trots or Not)

 

The horse riding was great,

The saddling was fun.

But why did some guys,

Make them all run?

 

We hiked down the North Fork Urraca,

The Comanche also.

Just where we were going,

We didn’t know.

 

We climbed The Tooth (of Time)

And enjoyed the veiw,

We only missed sunrise,

By an hour or two.

 

The packs were heavy,

The days were long.

The nights were short,

After our favorite song.

 

The map it was right,

And the trail signs too.

It must have been our compasses,

That gave us the screws !

 

We took some side hikes,

We bushwhacked a little.

But considering the Itinerary,

We solved the riddle.

 

The Mountain Search and Rescue,

Was really very trying.

But our First Aid training,

Helped us keep the guy from dying. (Pete Bradfield)

 

We’re on our way home now,

It’ll be a while yet.

But I’m sure the SCARF CREW,

Doesn’t have any regret.

 

So here’s to Philmont boys,

May we always remember.

When we’re sitting around our camp fires,

Watching the dying embers.

 

We’d go again,

Of that I’m very sure.

Because it’s a Scouter’s dream,

An experience so rich and pure.

 

By: Charles “Dan The MAN” Hutson

Expedition # 725 A-2

Itinerary # 19-B

August 11th, 1977

This poem is dedicated to a GREAT crew.

Catch 22 Is Alive And Well

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By Paula & Oro Cas

Catch-22:  A dilemma or difficult circumstance from which there is no escape because of mutually conflicting or dependent conditions.

I sit looking at this document wondering how to write about the craptastic Catch-22 that has appeared in my husband’s life. My husband is one of the millions of people who suffer with chronic pain. His journey to where he is today began 35 years ago when he worked for a traveling carnival. While working to repair a ride, the clutch holding the ride’s car opposite the repairmen failed sending the cars around the track. Hubby and two other workers fell 50 feet resulting in multiple fractures and life threatening injuries. Combine those injuries with 30 years of commercial truck driving, a near fatal lightning strike resulting in damage to his nerve sheaths and joints, along with degenerative disk disease, stenosis, scoliosis, and osteoarthritis ……

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Antibiotics Are Killing You

What you DON”T know about antibiotics is killing you.

How many people do you know who have never taken an antibiotic in their lifetime ? Probably not very many. The fact is a large majority of people in this country and around the world have been prescribed an antibiotic at one point or another.

Would you have been willing to take that pill or injection if someone told you beforehand that there was a good chance your entire body make up would be changed ?

The lady who wrote the story I’m sharing is an incredible person with an inner strength that can only be understood by myself and others who are living with the physical effects  of this problem.

If your body seems to be breaking down quicker than normal then you will want to check Amy’s post out because she has shared a wealth of information on the subject.

This is the link to Amy’s story.  >>> This antibiotic will ruin you. 

The Government Waged a War on a Plant and LOST…

The plaintiffs, including an Iraq War veteran, a child with a seizure disorder and an ex-NFL player, claimed that the CSA’s classification of cannabis as a Schedule I substance is so “irrational” that it violates the U.S. Constitution.

via Lawsuit challenging Sessions and the DEA over marijuana’s Schedule I status dismissed by federal judge — The Cannabist

Liebster Award Nomination

 

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I know a woman. Her name is Paula. I have known her since I was in the 7th grade. When I first met her she was friends with my older brother. They would hang out together working on school projects and she even made a few appearances to our house for supper and a visit.  Even though I was younger than her by five years, she still lit my fire.

Skip ahead to the 80’s and you will find that Paula and I had a chance meeting. It was completely unexpected for both of us and, even though it was brief, it would lead to our first date a few months later.

That first date took place in the month of September of 1985 and we would end up seeing each other every night after that until January, 10th of 1986. The next day, which happened to be January 11th, I watched as she walked down the aisle with her father. When they reached the front of the church he handed her over to me and we became a happily married couple.

Today it has been just over a month since we celebrated thirty two years together. As with any marriage that stands the test of time we have had our good times, bad times, and even times when we questioned why we were still together, but through it all we have remained a happily married couple as we promised each other on a cold day in 1986.

The reason I have taken the time to explain the success of our marriage is because she is the one to nominate me for this fantastic award along with the opportunity to spread my success on to other writers. It is an honor for me and I love my wife for including me.

First an explanation of the award.

The Liebster Award recognizes and celebrates bloggers, their content, skill, and contribution to the blogging community. The rules for accepting a nomination are:

Acknowledge the blogger who nominated your blog.

Answer the questions.

Nominate 11 bloggers to encourage them.

Ask them 11 questions.

Let them know you have nominated them.

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This Old Clock

In the mid sixties during the early years of the Vietnam War my grandmothers youngest son, my Uncle Curtis, was stationed in Germany with the US Army. While there he visited the Black Forest area and during his visit he decided to buy three clocks for my grandmother.

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One was a cuckoo clock and the other two were known as “Parlor” clocks. One of them was a large rectangle box shaped beauty with a large face attached to hand made clock works inside a dark wooden cabinet with old fashioned glass all the way around in the shape of cut out windows. It made a magical sound when it chimed on the half and full hour.

The third clock (in the picture) was the fanciest and biggest clock of the three. It hung in the front room of the house I grew up in and was always one of the first things noticed by first time visitors. When it chimed you could hear it no matter where in the house you were. It was a deep sounding ring followed by a higher pitched ring that vibrated in your head if you happened to be in the same room.

One of my favorite stories about this clock happened one year during the Christmas season.

If memory serves me right I had just turned twelve a month before one particular Christmas eve when my older brother, younger sister, and I cooked up a plan to beat our parents long standing rule about Christmas morning.

To understand the rule I must first give you a mental picture of a typical December at our house in the early seventies.

My parents always made sure Christmas was pretty special when we were growing up. There was always a pile of presents for each of us, most of which we had asked for but every year there was always at least one surprise gift for each of us and my mother went to extremes to keep secret.

They would start the yearly gift buying just after Thanksgiving and it became a game for us about where presents were hidden and who’s name was on them. Most of their secrets stayed that way but it was always fun to search.

Another really cool thing about my time growing up was moving in with my grandparents, which happened soon after my Uncle Curtis was killed in Vietnam. He was given orders to go there from Germany where he had just sent my grandmother’s clocks from.

What made this really bad time in our lives a little better was the fact we came together as a family, and as a result my brother, sister, and I ended up with two sets of parents. It also meant that Mom would come up with “The Rule” about the same time.

The rule was simple. We could get up and come downstairs to the front room but no one was allowed to enter the living room until our grandparents had joined us in the front room. This was a big deal for my mother because of the time she spent transforming the living room into a magical place for Christmas morning and she always wanted everyone in the family to experience it together on that special morning.

That was also about the time my siblings and I realized that if we got up a little bit early we could make “Christmas morning” happen sooner. Like two hours early the first time we tried it.

The three of us decided to wake up and meet in the hall at 4 am. My younger sister was sent in to wake up the grandparents who had their room on the second floor with us.         Once the grandparents were on their way down the stairs we would be in the front room and the noise would wake our parents on cue.

The plan worked great the first time we tried it, but the second time was when I was 12. Due to the previous years plan, which was figured out pretty quick, the new rule from our mother was “time based”, meaning we had to wait until 6 am to be in the front room with grandparents in tow.

No biggie … We just revised our plan to include setting every single clock in the house back by three hours, meaning Christmas morning that year was to take place at 3 am.

After meeting in the hall at the set time, which was 2:30 am, my brother and I proceeded to change all the clocks. Since he was the oldest and also the tallest he got the job of changing all three German clocks while I was sent on my part of the mission which was to crawl into our parents’ bedroom and change their alarm clock to match the rest in the house.

Once everything was set we sent my sister upstairs to wake up the grandparents and you know the rest of the story. Well almost the rest.

We all had a fantastic Christmas morning right up to the point where my grandfather suggested making everyone breakfast, and my mother looked outside to see pitch blackness. You would think we had it coming but once again since it was Christmas morning, my mother laughed it off with the same promise it wouldn’t happen again.

Crypto Coinage

There is a storm in progress. This storm started in 2007 when Satoshi Nakamoto came up with the idea for Bitcoin.

In 2010 a guy paid for his pizza using Bitcoin to become the first person to make a Bitcoin transaction for an everyday product. The pizza cost around 10,000 Bitcoin. Do the math for an average priced pizza at that time and you find that one dollar bought you a lot of Bitcoin.

How much would you pay for the same pizza today with Bitcoin closing in on $15,000. per coin? Easy… it would be a pizza worth 1.5 million dollars. All in less than seven years.

The good news is no matter how high the price of Bitcoin goes the opportunity to take a small amount of money and turn it into a very comfortable retirement account or more is still the same today as it was when 1 BTC cost less than a dollar. The “why” part of that statement would take a while to explain but it has to do with the numerous new coins being produced on a weekly basis.

On one hand this is a good thing but on the other hand it is bad.

Lots of new coins, exchanges, groups, and clubs springing up and some are worth while to study and get involved with and others are nothing more than a scam.

I have very little experience in doing coin deals but what I do have is a brain that works like a sponge to water. I have spent upwards of 300 hours study time on the entire subject without spending a dime on coins.

Like anything new, there is a learning curve and those who are willing to learn the details are being rewarded with life changing money that is recurring on a weekly basis.

When I was introduced to MLM and network marketing in the mid 90’s I learned a lot about marketing and also attitude but the most important lesson I learned was if you want to be successful in something new you find the people who are already making it work and you copy what they are doing.

It worked in mlm and it is also working with “coinage mining”.

Follow success.

Personally I am somewhere in the middle of that curve as I absorb as much about coinage as possible. Things are about to get interesting next month when coinage is introduced to the futures market. There are different opinions about the effect this will have on both coinage and the markets and only time will tell but if you are already gambling on coinage and understand how they work then I believe there will be huge gains to be made over the long haul.

It is funny to watch all the so called experts on the financial TV shows like CNBC and Fox Business as they talk about Bitcoin as if it is a stock pick or a bubble. It makes me wonder if they are really that ignorant or if they are being told to downplay it on purpose. Either way it seems the topic of coinage has gone from being mentioned once or twice a week to being an everyday subject. The same is true on the internet on sites that used to be against it that are now touting it as the next great thing.

I started a private Facebook group on the subject which you can find here …The CC Club . Even though it is a new group we have attracted quite a few very knowledgeable people and been introduced to a plethora of great information along with a few good opportunities to be involved in a group setting. More people = more profits for everyone.

I am excited about the future of coinage and look forward to the possibility of creating life changing wealth in a short period of time.

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