Here I am in all my splendor, if splendor were to mean blahhhhh….

I started this blog because of a rumor. It wasn’t just something that I dreamt of. Someone said that I said something which I did not say but somehow was said that I said it… which I, would like to make clear, didn’t say. Fact is, I can’t even remember what was said, but I didn’t say it. I think that’s the webster definition of rumor. I set out to set the record straight. In doing so, my blog morphed into something uncontrollable that has a whole 55 viewers, yay. Recently, I have received some criticisms of my blarticles. That’s fine. My blarticles are my way of coping with shit I don’t understand. I, by no means, state or even wish that you take what I say as gospel, it isn’t. I have never claimed to be perfect, I’m not, or even right, there’s a 50/50 chance that I could be completely off, that’s if their are two sides to the story, if there’s more, I’m screwed. If my blarticles, which are meant to be amusing at times, serious at other times, are causing you discomfort or to feel upset or angry, then I suggest that you tune out. There are way better things to read. Subscribe to your local newspaper would be my suggestion. I subscribe to the Washington Post and the NYT. The reason is because these entities are there to present unbiased facts, so you can make informed decisions. My blog is more the therapeutic writings of a sane man, some may disagree, but who is not all that smart. I’m wrong, sometimes, probably more often than I realize, but I have no problem admitting that. What I don’t understand is anyone getting upset, I’m a blog, not even a recognizable one. Death threats are unnecessary, as are marital proposals by the same dudes. This brings me to my next point. I was married to a beautiful woman and maybe one day I will remarry a beautiful woman. If this also upsets you or makes you uncomfortable or creates hate in your heart, I suggest that you once again tune out. This blog is never a referendum on someone’s sexuality but at the same time it seems taboo to say you are straight these days. I’m straight. Just ugly. But still straight. Dumb as fuck sometimes, but still straight. Which I believe might be the definition of the straight guy. I urge you, if any of the listed above items give you problems, please tune out, I can’t force you to do it, but I don’t understand why you would stay. Being angry at someone that doesn’t even know you, well, it’s crazy. I will say that my circumstances make me who I am now, somewhat a person looking for reform in a broken system, maybe they will make me something different as those circumstances… age, I think that my be the best word for it.


What do you do when someone is causing your child distress and the authorities have refused to look into matters? The U.S. Attorney’s Office, who years ago failed to file any charges on immigration issues on people, while the people had good intentions for those immigration violations in my opinion, but nevertheless committed those violations. The woman was in the country illegally and the man was a Federal employee and they were dating. The woman gets pregnant so the man decides to marry her and to try and find a way to bring her back legally. Unfortunately, the woman committed other violation while in the country illegally, nothing of a vile nature, she used a fake ID to get money for a medical procedure to save her own life. The violations were made known as early as 2007 but they refused to file charges but they have since placed the whole family in a situation where they can’t really do anything, except for the man, because he might just be a moron, because he was facing ten years for his part and she was facing 30 years if they complained. But now the authorities seem like they can do whatever they want. They place people in the child’s kindergarten class, ask favors of her so she could obtain her Naturalization papers, really the only way to get a good job, and ask the man to have sex, same favors, or they would charge her and the man, {another guy asked, we’ll just call him pink dick for now}. They pick up the kid from a school trip and whereabouts are unknown for hours, just drop him off, show the child gay child porn and still the authorities fail to make any investigation. The States pretty much tell me they can’t help these people. So how do I now protect them from waking up with their pants undone, or demanding more favors from her or entering his school. What are the remedies? The one thing the U.S. Attorney’s Office did state was that they feel that the man is a threat to the public, a public safety issue, which they use Public Safety health services, which the U.S. Attorney is the chief of in every State, which now limits what gets put into the record and they just say the man is crazy. When the man asks them why they didn’t just file the appropriate charges when they had them, they just said, we do what we want. This is frustrating. No one investigates them. They are trusted to do the right thing. So now there’s the catch 22. Well, I wrote it, let’s see what happens now.


gun point

Twenty years of Federal Law Enforcement

Over twenty DUI busts

Several Drug Busts, none major

One major theft bust

Two International terrorist plots discovered

Stopped one international murder

No deaths occurred on my shifts or anything I was protecting

No complaints of excessive force

One accommodation for restraint

Around 1,000 arrests, mas o menos (mostly in the Border Patrol)

Been shot at twice and had numerous items thrown at me (mostly rocks)

Pulled my weapon 5 times in twenty years

Never fired a shot

One whistleblower complaint about a terrorist plot prior to occurring, that would eventually occur

One goof up, when I lied about where I met my wife, which, believe it or not, is a 10 year federal sentence. Luckily, the statute of limitations expired on Aug. 30th, 2020, hence why I can now post this.

When I retired, I was deemed a threat, Red Flagged because of my training, same training as everyone else but they chose not to prosecute for the illegal entry, so they weren’t that worried about me being a threat

Solo para dejar las cosas claras y  todos esteamos en acuerdo. Bienvenidos a los Estados Unidos.

All that sacrifice just to end up homeless because some college kid  that had his parents pay for everything, that the only thing he ever risked was a divorce when he woke up on the wrong side of his girlfriend’s bed when his wife called him to ask him where he was and decided to take it out on me.

All that and I didn’t even like the job, I was kind of forced to do it because I couldn’t afford college and I didn’t want to be a clerk.

Can we have justice for Enrique “Kiki” Camarena.

I just want to note that all this information has been leaked previous to my disclosure.


These sidewalks are not as cozy as they seem


I am an immigrant. I moved here as a child. I joined the military at 19 and served during the first Persian Gulf war. That war lasted all of 90 days and never saw any combat. I wanted to be a fire man when I joined but they gave me a job as a Chaplain’s Assistant. I asked for reassignment as a fire safety specialist and they offered me medical records or police officer because I did not have my citizenship yet and those were the only two jobs that non citizens could get. Fire safety specialist required you to have your citizenship. Since I did not want to be cooped up in an office all day I chose to be a police officer and then to try and lateral over to Fire Safety Specialist after obtaining my citizenship (they only worked two days a week). One of my duties as a non-citizen immigrant military police officer in the Air Force was to protect Air Force One. Yep, me and my M-16 protecting AF1 (Alpha Foxtrot Oner) on the flight line when it paid our base a visit but for some reason they didn’t want me to put out fires because of my status. I would get my citizenship a couple of years later than land my first Federal civilian job working at the VA. I would move on from there to become an agent for the DHS. While at the DHS I would mix falling asleep on the job on occasion with preventing an international murder (that’s not a typo, that would be one hell of a typo) and discovering two terrorist cells intent on creating great bodily harm and destruction. I know what you are going to say, you fell asleep at work, in my defense, there are some long boring nights and you can only fight off the sandman for so long. I will mention that one of the terrorist plots/cells that I discovered prior to it happening was pretty famous and I will give you a hint, it has to do with bombs.  Not enough, I will say that it was a festive occasion ha, ha ha or maybe I should say ho, ho, ho. I’m not going to say that I was the best employee but if they were going to give out awards for best employee, I would not have gotten it, I did fall asleep on occasion and there are other really good guys that did some spectacular work keeping us safe in the DHS, you just never hear about it. In the end though my life would turn around. I would marry an amazing woman that happened to be also a non citizen and non legal. Those troubles compounded to the point where she became a Professional in this country and I would end up being homeless and dumpster diving. It happened once when I accidentally through my keys in the garbage and that sandwich looked very inviting. Now, I went from stopping an international murder, (it isn’t as sexy as it sounds but I won’t go into the details because mainly it isn’t as sexy as it sounds) and discovered two terrorist plots, both verified by the FBI, to living on the streets of San Diego, the street pictured above, all in a span of a couple of years. This is where most people say something about mental disease and how hard it can be on a person, that’s not my case, I just pissed off the wrong people and this is my cautionary tale. A little over a year on the streets and I’m going to tell you that I would rather deal with terrorists. I have since fought my way back through pro se lawsuits and good old fashioned tax evasion to get back to where I am today, in a house that I own. OH, the best part hasn’t come up yet, but I’ll save that for another day. This was an update to my bio.

I will add one note. I haven’t a clue who I pissed off but they must have been pretty high up there and this has nothing to do with politics. Those are the only things I know (and don’t know) for sure. This story has been fact checked by the person it happened to, me, and it’s 100 percent accurate.


I wake up every morning with bunny ears which sometimes feel like radio antennas, which sometimes occurs during the day. If I have not clearly stated something about anything or anyone, while awake and coherent and not under the influence of anything, that damn wine and amazing Kreskin, then those views are not mine. (that’s a period at the end)

About the Author

“This is for Christina, thank you for your comments and for being the first person, not in my family, to comment.”



cop hitting a bong

I’m going to make this short. I was in law enforcement for twenty years doing various things. My expertise was letting the other guy handle it. I was deemed too laid back for the field or not aggressive enough. My supervisor’s biggest complaint was that I never received an official complaint from anyone I apprehended or ever discharged my weapon. I have traveled too many countries, Israel being one of my favorites, and never got the cooties. I’ve been to almost every state at least once looking for bad guys, criminals, but was lucky enough to find bad girls, not criminals.

I’m a father first and foremost and contrary to popular belief, your kid is not the best, mine is.

I’m divorced to the most beautiful and wonderful woman in the world,except when we were married, then she was the frequency that killed Godzilla, now she is definitely an amazing mother and woman to cherish. Just Kidding, she was always amazing, I was very lucky to know and love her.

me and cata
Here we are at the beach, Manny

Now, I’m retired with injuries and other factors. That’s the same as friends with benefits except not the same. Smart people will get that and then I hope they will explain it to me.

Oh, by the way my name is Manuel De Gustavo Herrera Santiago Villarreal Gonzalez Hernandez, you can just call me Manny, hence the blog. If you google that, every Hispanic person on the world will pop up and that’s not my real name but Manny is.