CONSPIRACY 465 (1)(b)

By John Paul Young

 CONSPIRACY 465 (1) (b)

Everyone who conspires with anyone to prosecute a person for an alleged offence knowing they did not commit that offence is guilty of

i) an indictable offence…

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This blog provides me with a forum to share my music, films, writing, photographs and musings. Currently in absence of any product or project to promote it’s a great platform to connect with fans and friends after a too long twenty year hiatus. Flow of consciousness postings, seemingly disconnected sometimes, eventually make sense when viewed as a whole.

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Anonymous said…



“If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle.”

~ General Sun Tzu (The Art of War).


Wednesday, 29 March 2023 at 02:09:00 GMT-3
Anonymous said…


"Purge your mind of all aimless and idle thoughts, especially those that pry into the affairs of others or wish them ill. Think of all the time you've spent today thinking negative thoughts or wondering what others think of us. It's something we all do, although we all know it is a bad habit."

~ Marcus Aurelius (The Emperor's Handbook).

Saturday, 8 April 2023 at 07:41:00 GMT-3
Anonymous said…



Señor, señor
Can you tell me where we're headin'?
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
Seems like I been down this way before
Is there any truth in that, señor?

Señor, señor
Do you know where she is hidin'?
How long are we gonna be ridin'?
How long must I keep my eyes glued to the door?
Will there be any comfort there, señor?

There's a wicked wind still blowin' on that upper deck
There's an iron cross still hanging down from around her neck
There's a marchin' band still playin' in that vacant lot
Where she held me in her arms one time and said, forget me not

Señor, señor
I can see that painted wagon
Smell the tail of the dragon
Can't stand the suspense anymore
Can you tell me who to contact here, señor?

Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled
Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field
A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring
He said, son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing

Señor, señor
You know their hearts is as hard as leather
Well, give me a minute, let me get it together
Just gotta pick myself up off the floor
I'm ready when you are, señor
Señor, señor

Señor (From "Mayans M.C.") · Steve Earle · Los Refugios Tiernos

℗ 2019 Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation

Released on: 2019-08-30

Producer: Bob Thiele Jr.
Composer Lyricist: Bob Dylan


Sunday, 9 April 2023 at 01:29:00 GMT-3
Anonymous said…
Señor (From "Mayans M.C.") ----- https://youtu.be/YyxexRugheo
Friday, 4 April 2025 at 11:27:00 GMT-3
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