Erik’s Adventures

(Original English Text is at the bottom: this is a translation from Google)

Hola Tes. Este post es para ti, Luciana Tesala Stone Corrales, en caso de que alguna vez puedas y quieras contactar a tu Padre.

Deseo tanto estar en tu vida y que podamos estar juntos como una familia. Lo he deseado desde que conocí a tu Madre, y especialmente desde que me dijo que estaba embarazada de nuevo, esta vez, de ti.

La primera vez que escuché sobre ti fue cuando tu Madre me dijo por teléfono: “Ya no te amo, quiero el divorcio y estoy embarazada”. No recibí ninguna advertencia, y esto ocurrió 3 meses después de que tu madre regresara a visitar a su lado de la familia en Perú. Todo estaba bien hasta ese momento.
No sé si fueron mentiras las que dijo tu madre para poner a su lado de la familia en mi contra, o si fue su lado de la familia el que puso a tu madre en mi contra, pero los resultados fueron terribles para nuestra familia. Por teléfono, hacia mí, Lucía rápidamente se convirtió en una persona permanente, superficial, egoísta y enojada.

Volé para verte y ver qué había sucedido. Estaba sorprendida y horrorizada por lo mal que tu madre y su lado de la familia me trataron durante las semanas que estuve allí. Estaba aún más decepcionada y sorprendida por cómo tu madre y su lado de la familia te trataron. Lucía dejó en claro que no tenía intención de compartir las responsabilidades de crianza conmigo, su esposo y tu padre. Lucía simplemente quería dinero de mí y nada más. Fue una experiencia desconcertante y muy traumática para mí. Rezo para que Lucía haya aprendido a tratarte mejor de lo que te trató a ti y a mí cuando nos conocimos. Estuvimos juntos por última vez.

Durante años después de que nacieras, Lucía mantuvo poco contacto conmigo. Yo llamaba a la casa con frecuencia para ver cómo estabas y para ver qué estaba haciendo Lucía para reunir a nuestra familia. En las raras ocasiones en las que podía comunicarme con tu madre, ella solo quería hablar sobre cuánto dinero le enviaría, y no sobre cómo estabas tú. Todas las conversaciones eran solo sobre dinero para tu madre, y todas las conversaciones para mí eran sobre lo que tú y ella estaban haciendo. Lucía parecía pensar que si me insultaba incesantemente por teléfono conseguiría que le diera dinero, así que la mayoría de nuestras “conversaciones” eran solo tu madre lanzándome insultos y yo respondiendo ocasionalmente. Ella se negó a decirme casi nada sobre ti. Puedes imaginar cómo son las conversaciones entre dos personas con prioridades totalmente diferentes; sin ningún compromiso por parte de Lucía, no se podía avanzar.
Tu madre dejó en claro con sus acciones que no respetaba mis derechos como tu padre, y con sus palabras, mintió y pretendió que podía verte, siempre y cuando le pagara dinero e hiciera lo que ella quería. También dijo que nunca volveríamos a ser una familia. Todo eso fue moralmente incorrecto e inaceptable para mí. Tu madre tiene muchas excusas para su mal comportamiento y sus mentiras, pero ninguna de ellas es válida; las he escuchado todas. Cuando una excusa inventada no tenía sentido, simplemente inventaba otra.
Sin embargo, supuse que en algún momento tu madre entraría en razón y estaría dispuesta a reconciliar lo que fuera que la enojara tanto. Esperé años para que cambiara de opinión y te volviera a ver, pero eso no sucedió. Ella simplemente empeoró.

Un padre que se preocupaba tanto por su hija y su esposa, claramente no era lo que tu madre y su lado de la familia querían o esperaban, porque después de un par de años, comenzaron a colgarme tan pronto como supieron que era yo quien llamaba.
Un par de años después de eso, tu madre cortó el contacto conmigo, por completo, junto con casi todo su lado de la familia.
Después de esperar años y darme cuenta de lo mala persona que se había vuelto Lucía, tenía pocas opciones para ayudarte. Como naciste en Perú, los abogados en Perú y Estados Unidos dijeron que realmente no había nada que pudiera hacer mientras Lucía te tuviera como rehén.

Mientras tu madre trabajaba duro para socavar nuestra familia, yo hice todo lo que estaba a mi alcance para ser parte de tu vida de una manera que sólo fuera en beneficio tuyo. Lucía rechazó todos los beneficios que le ofrecí. Debido a las leyes injustas en Perú y al mal comportamiento de tu madre, no pude superar el sabotaje intencional de tu madre a nuestra familia.

No tengo ninguna duda de que te han adoctrinado para que pienses que no debes contactar a tu padre. Después de todo, tu madre es psicóloga infantil, lo cual es aterrador en sí mismo, pero también has estado rodeada de algunos familiares cercanos que probablemente apoyan cualquier narrativa que tu madre quiera, lo que hace que escapar de esas narrativas sea aún más difícil. Tienes un par de buenos miembros del lado materno de la familia, y espero que te hayan influenciado lo suficiente como para que puedas pensar por ti misma, aunque sea un poco.
Solo debes saber que lo que hizo tu madre no es tu culpa. Aunque probablemente sientas que es tu elección si contactarme o no, date cuenta de que es tu madre quien te ha obligado a permanecer en silencio y a estar separado durante todos estos años.

Puedes contactarme cuando quieras, por cualquier motivo, con o sin el consentimiento de tu madre. Mi español no es tan bueno como el tuyo y tu inglés no es tan bueno como el mío, pero hoy en día hay herramientas de traducción disponibles, así que no te preocupes por la barrera del idioma.

Tienes un padre que te ama y yo estoy aquí para ti, como siempre lo he estado.
Te amo, sin importar lo que pase en nuestras vidas.
Espero tener noticias tuyas pronto, volver a verte, ponernos al día con todo el tiempo que nos perdimos juntos y que conozcas a tu abuela, abuelo, tía, tía abuela y primos, del lado paterno de la familia, mientras aún estén vivos.

Puede contactarme en TesalaStone @ gmail.com, Tes @ tesalastone.com (sin los espacios) o en otros sitios web usando mi nombre completo, que puede encontrar fácilmente en línea.

(Original English)

Hey Tes. This post is for you, Luciana Tesala Stone Corrales, in case you are ever able to, and want to know your Father.

The first I heard about you was when your Mother told me over the phone, “I don’t love you anymore, I want a divorce, and I’m pregnant.” I had no warning, and this occurred 3 months after your Mother went back to visit her side of the family in Peru.

I wish so much that I was in your life, and we could be together as a family, but your Mother didn’t want that.

(I’ve translated portions of this to Spanish, in case your Mother did the additional disservice to you of not allowing you to learn English. However, I won’t always update everything that I write in the English section to Spanish, immediately. If you don’t speak English, you can always use Google Translate or ask me to send you a translation. The English version is the current version.)

I don’t know if it was lies that your Mother told, to turn her side of the family against me, or if it was her side of the family that turned your Mother against me, but the results were awful for all of us. Over the phone, towards me, Lucia quickly became a permanent, shallow, selfish, vindictive, and angry person.

I was so happy that you were born, but I was very sad that your Mother had not taken any of my advice in regards to your care. I flew down to see you, and to see what was going on. I was shocked and horrified at how poorly your Mother and her side of the family treated me for the weeks that I was there. I was even more disappointed and shocked at how your Mother and her side of the family treated you.
It’s super-sad that no one on your Mother’s side of the family was able to give basic, intelligent, maternal advice to your Mother.

Lucia made it clear that she had no intention of sharing parenting responsibilities with me, her Husband and your Father. Lucia simply wanted money from me and nothing else. It was a baffling, and very traumatic experience for me. I pray that Lucia has learned to treat you better than she treated you and me when we were last together.

For years after you were born, Lucia kept little contact with me. I would call the house frequently to see how you were doing and see what Lucia was doing to bring our family back together. On the rare occasion that I could get a hold of your Mother, she only wanted to talk about how much money I would send to her, and not about how you were doing. Every conversation was only about money for your Mom, and every conversation for me, was about when your Mother would want to be a normal family again, and what you and she were doing. Lucia seemed to think that incessantly insulting me over the phone would get me to give her money, so most of our “conversations” were just your Mother throwing insults. Your Mother refused to tell me almost anything about you. You can imagine how conversations go, between two people with totally different priorities; with no compromise on Lucia’s side, no progress could be made.

Your Mother made it clear with her actions that she had no respect for my rights as your Father, and with her words, she lied and pretended that I could see you, as long as I paid her money and did what she wanted. She also said we would never be a family, again. That was all morally wrong and unacceptable to me. Your Mother has lots of excuses for her bad behavior and lies, but none of them are valid; I’ve heard them all. When one fabricated excuse didn’t make sense, she just made up another one.
However, I assumed that at some point your Mother would come to her senses and be willing to reconcile whatever she was so angry about. I waited years for her to come around, and to see you again, but that didn’t happen. She just stayed the same.

A Father that cared so much about his Daughter and Wife, was clearly not what your Mother and her side of the family wanted, or expected, because after a couple years, they started hanging up on me as soon as they knew it was me calling.
A couple years after that, your Mother severed contact with me, completely, along with nearly her entire side of the family.  
After waiting years and realizing how bad of a person Lucia had become, I had few options to help you. Because you were born in Peru, the lawyers in Peru and the US, said there really wasn’t anything I could do, as long as Lucia held you hostage.

While your Mother worked hard to undermine our family, I did everything in my power to be a part of your life in a way that was only a net benefit to you. Lucia refused every benefit that I offered. Due to unfair laws in Peru, and your Mother’s bad behavior, I was not able to overcome your Mother’s intentional sabotage of our family.

I have no doubt that you have been indoctrinated into thinking you shouldn’t contact your Father. After all, your Mother is a Child Psychologist which is terrifying in of itself, but you have also been surrounded by some close family members that likely support whatever narratives your Mother wants, which makes escaping those narratives even more difficult. You do have a couple good members on your Mom’s side of the family, and I hope they have influenced you enough that you can think for yourself, even if just a little bit.

Just know that what your Mom did and does, is not your fault. Even though you likely feel that it’s your choice whether to contact me or not, realize that it’s your Mother who has forced silence and separation upon you for all these years.

You can contact me anytime you want, for any reason, with or without your Mom’s consent. My Spanish isn’t as good as yours and your English isn’t as good as mine, but translation tools are easily available nowadays, so don’t worry about the language barrier.

You have a Father, that loves you, and I am here for you, as I have always been.
I love you, no matter what happens in our lives.
I look forward to hearing from you soon, seeing you again, catching up on all the time we missed together, and also having you meet my side of your family, while they are still alive.

You can contact me at TesalaStone @ gmail.com, Tes @ tesalastone.com (without the spaces), or a number of other websites using my full name, which you can easily find online.

So, I saw this movie from 1970, that was recommended to me. It’s called “Love Story.” Clearly, there were people in my family that this movie shaped.

Not only that, but I knew a Russian girl that sang me the theme song from this film, in Africa and I thought it was a Russian song. That girl was the best singer I’ve ever heard, but she doesn’t sing anymore, despite my attempts to get her to go pro. She didn’t ever professionally sing at that time and she still doesn’t sing. What a waste of talent. I hope she sings for her daughter.

I also heard the same song in Las Vegas at a show. That show is gone now, too.

I guess we hear things from the past, don’t appreciate them, forget them, and then remember them once we cannot use them anymore. Maybe it’s still possible to appreciate them and understand them.

Sometimes there just aren’t enough tears you can shed. You get tired of crying. Tired of caring. Death becomes us, always, so what is it that we are supposed to learn?

I’ve seen and heard so many stories. More stories than my ancestors. I’ve learned so much about this universe.

Here I am, writing on something that I can see, that is magic. Magic is in all of us. Do something magical today.

Islamic terrorists are like pig asses, but I’m not going to focus on pictures depicting The Prophet Mohammed fucking pigs or taking large or small, pig dicks in his ass. I will make some brief points on the subject and will include only a couple images in this regard.

This commentary should only be taken very seriously, and no one is allowed to laugh while reading this at any time, due to sharia law which does not allow for laughter, especially if you are gay. I will also mention that in the images depicted, no muslims were allowed to ejaculate into the pig’s asses, at any time, so no harm was caused. The pigs were allowed to give head to the jihadists, and that was done with the traditional holy knife that is used for head giving/taking throughout the Muslim world.

*Pictures coming soon*

Words change meanings over time and a nigger today, is not the nigger of yesterday.

Today, a nigger is a person who gets offended when you say the word “nigger,” in any context. Many niggers even use the term “nigger,” and say it frequently, but all niggers get angry when others use the term “nigger,” whether they themselves use “nigger” or not.

Typically, niggers get very angry, offended, and call you a racist if you say the word, “nigger.” If you are unlucky or famous, they will yell at you or try to physically attack you. It is best to avoid niggers as much as possible, for safety reasons.

Someone who says, “What’s up my nigger,” or “What’s up my nigga,” are not always niggers, so don’t assume that because someone uses the word “nigger,” that they are a nigger. Although some that use the word “nigger,” are niggers.

Niggers always have a sense of entitlement. They believe that they are better than you. They believe that they know more than you, and that they are more moral than you. They are dictators.

This sums up the modern meaning of “nigger” in America, today. If you have had any recent experience with niggers in their native environment, like government, education, healthcare, or public transportation, please comment and tell us about your experience.

America has never existed without controversy, and that is a trend that will continue, until its death.

Joe is definitely the most corrupt President Elect that America has had in my lifetime. That is saying a lot, because Bill Clinton and Barack Obama were also President of the United States. Americans couldn’t get enough of the sleazy, used car salesman style that Bill was renowned for, nor could they get enough of the racism that Obama peddled.

Joe has been in the government, nearly his entire adult life. Smart people might see that as a red flag. Others don’t see that as a problem, or actually, they might see that as a benefit. Either way, Joe Biden is one of the most experienced politicians in America today.

My predictions:

Joe Biden will live for at least 4 years. He has the money from taxpayers from his entire adult life to keep himself alive, like a Hollywood star. Some people say he will be murdered, but those people don’t really know how politics works. It’s best if they keep him alive.

The Swamp will make nearly all the decisions for him. He is the perfect figurehead, like the Queen of England, but without the intelligence, morality, and diligence.

He won’t destroy the country, massively more than other Democrat Presidents have in the last 35 years.

He will hurt Americans a lot. He will create more agencies like the TSA, FBI, or the IRS, that will hurt Americans for decades and which won’t be abolished. He will continue the depression that was created when tyrannical, Democrat Governors destroyed their state economies, but those effects will only come to serious fruition toward Biden’s second and third year. People think that the shit has hit the fan now, which is only partially true, because the shit show has just started.

Nazare’s politicians have banned surfing.  They blame the ban on health benefits.

https://www.surfline.com/surf-news/breaking-officials-ban-surfing-nazare/102501

It’s time to start destroying these people in government who destroy lives with their tyranny.  We, the people, need to remind future politicians that they do not have the power to harm our lives, just because they are greedy, evil fuckers, on the take.
When they come after us, we go after them.
Shutdowns, bans, and mandatory attire are unconstitutional and un-American.

New Zealand jails kids for sharing videos, which is fine, because New Zealand isn’t America. In L.A., the mayor is trying to force masks on children wanting to buy food. Garcetti forcing masks, is no different than the NAZIs forcing people to wear a gold star, except for the excuses given by each dictator.

Government politicians that advocate for lockdowns and Socialism are the enemy.

The world is going totalitarian. If Americans won’t stand up for freedom, than freedom in the world will die, for a long while.
We all need to fight the harm that our state governments have been intentionally inflicting on us. If peaceful disobedience doesn’t work, then violence is our only hope.

This is a call for open, physical defense against government tyranny, violence, and oppression.

We cannot live in fear.

It’s been 8 months of the most horrific tyranny that I’ve ever seen in America, in my lifetime. Every 100 years or so, all the idiots of the last generations die, thankfully.

I admit, that the boomer generation’s behavior was predictable. They came off the sixties high, and remembered the fifties bliss.

Take off the masks and fight, you old fuckers. We need you.

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That pretty much sums it up.

I have no idea how a couple of these movies made it into the Oscars for Best Picture this year.

Ford v Ferrari
1917

Oh wait, I lied.

I do have an idea.

They were token nominations to support the new foreign language films that are to come. Anyone want to take a bet that next year it won’t be a foreign language film? $500?

If the Oscars had nominated the typical, insane, feminist, racist, misandristic, gay, transgender, anti-conservative, narratives that they have been for the last 16 or so years, then they would have felt a massive backlash from . . . well, everyone actually.
This way, they only hear it from the rare people, who are able to see through their game.
Most Conservatives will be happy that there were a couple films that got nominated, that weren’t overly insane. They are shocked, actually . . . and I admit, I’m pretty shocked too.
This took a lot of effort from the crazies in Hollywood.

Like the Nevada referendum on the ballot that made recreational marijuana legal, it’s a dual edged sword. Like liquor licenses in Nevada, a marijuana license to grow, sell, or deliver, is a way to print money, and government cronyism is 100% in control.

Yes, you made a couple good films that weren’t completely insane. You win a cookie, and thank you. I enjoyed them both.

“Parasite” is the biggest shit stain on a pair of underwear that’s been worn for the last 20 years.