FORT WORTH MUSEUM OF MODERN ART. Love is the reason we Believe we will Survive. Love is the only way to preserve our freedom. Love will light our way through this darkness. Americans are Heroes. It is now our time to prove we are still patriots.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Horses
Been in Arkansas playing with the Arabians and have 3 mares in foal. Could have them any day now. I had to return to Fort Worth TX as it is cooler. Texas is having the hottest summer in history. A couple of months over 100F everyday and I can't believe that Arkansas is 20+ degrees hotter with high humidity. Glad our horses are from Egypt.
Keep the faith and all of Jah's love to the earth.
Keep the faith and all of Jah's love to the earth.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
THE WARM FUZZY TALE.
The Warm Fuzzy Tale
The Original Warm Fuzzy Tale
By Claude Steiner
Once upon a time, a long time ago there lived two very happy people called Tim and Maggi with their two children, John and Lucy.
To understand how happy they were you have to understand how things were in those days. You see, in those happy days everyone was given, at birth, a small soft Fuzzy Bag. Anytime a person reached into this bag he was able to pull out a Warm Fuzzy.
Warm Fuzzies were very much in demand because whenever somebody was given a Warm Fuzzy it made him feel warm and fuzzy all over. People who didn't get Warm Fuzzies regularly were in danger of developing a sickness in their backs which caused them to shrivel up and die.
In those days it was very easy to get Warm Fuzzies. Anytime that somebody felt like it, he might walk up to you and say, "I'd like to have a Warm Fuzzy." You would then reach into your bag and pull out a Fuzzy the size of a little girl's hand.
As soon as the Fuzzy saw the light of day it would smile and blossom into a large shaggy Warm Fuzzy. You then would lay it on the person's shoulder or head or lap and it would snuggle up and melt right against their skin and make them feel good all over.
People were always asking each other for Warm Fuzzies, and since they were always given freely, getting enough of them was never a problem.
There were always plenty to go around, and as a consequence everyone was happy and felt warm and fuzzy most of the time.
One day a bad witch became angry because everyone was so happy and no one was buying potions and salves.
The witch was very clever and devised a very wicked plan.
One beautiful morning the witch crept up to Tim while Maggi was playing with their daughter and whispered in his ear, "See here, Tim, look at all the Fuzzies that Maggi is giving to Lucy. You know, if she keeps it up, eventually she is going to run out and then there won't be any left for you."
Tim was astonished. He turned to the witch and said, "Do you mean to tell me that there isn't a Warm Fuzzy in our bag every time we reach into it?" And the witch said, "No, absolutely not, and once you run out, that's it. You don't have any more." With this, the witch flew away, laughing and cackling.
Tim took this to heart and began to notice every time Maggi gave up a Warm Fuzzy to somebody else. Eventually he got very worried and upset because he liked Maggi's Warm Fuzzies very much and did not want to give them up. He certainly did not think it was right for Maggi to be spending all her Warm Fuzzies on the children and on other people.
He began to complain every time he saw Maggi giving a Warm Fuzzy to somebody else, and because Maggi liked him very much, she stopped giving Warm Fuzzies to other people as often and reserved them for him.
The children watched this and soon began to get the idea that it was wrong to give up Warm Fuzzies any time you were asked or felt like it.
They too became very careful. They would watch their parents closely, and whenever they felt that one of their parents was giving too many Fuzzies to others, they also began to object. They began to feel worried whenever they gave away too many Warm Fuzzies.
Even though they found a Warm Fuzzy every time they reached into their bag, they reached in less and less and became more and more stingy. Soon people began to notice the lack of Warm Fuzzies, and they began to feel less warm and less fuzzy. They began to shrivel up, and, occasionally, people would die from lack of Warm Fuzzies.
More and more people went to the witch to buy potions and salves even though they didn't seem to work.
Well, the situation was getting very serious indeed. The bad witch didn't really want the people to die (since dead people couldn't buy salves and potions) so a new plan was devised.
Everyone was given a bag that was very similar to the Fuzzy Bag except that this one was cold while the Fuzzy Bag was warm. Inside of the witch's bag were Cold Pricklies. These Cold Pricklies did not make people feel warm and fuzzy, but made them feel cold and prickly instead.
But they did prevent people's bag's from shriveling up. So, from then on, every time somebody said, "I want a Warm Fuzzy," people who were worried about depleting their supply would say, "I can't give you a Warm Fuzzy, but would you like a Cold Prickly?"
Sometimes, two people would walk up to each other, thinking they could get a Warm Fuzzy, but one or the other of them would change his mind and they would wind up giving each other Cold Pricklies. So while very few people were dying, a lot of people were still unhappy and feeling very Cold and Prickly.
The situation got very complicated. Warm Fuzzies, which used to be thought of as free as air, became extremely valuable. This caused people to do all sorts of things in order to obtain them.
Before the witch had appeared, people used to gather in groups of three or four or five, never caring too much who was giving Warm Fuzzies to whom. After the coming of the witch, people began to pair off to reserve all their Warm Fuzzies for each other exclusively. People who forgot themselves and gave a Fuzzy to someone else would feel guilty because they knew that their partner would probably resent the loss. People who could not find a generous partner had to buy their Fuzzies and they worked long hours to earn the money.
Another thing which happened was that some people would take Cold Pricklies.....which were limitless and freely available..... coat them white and fluffy, and pass them on as Warm Fuzzies.
These counterfeit Warm Fuzzies were really Plastic Fuzzies, and they caused additional difficulties. For instance, two people would get together and freely exchange Plastic Fuzzies, which presumably should have made them feel good, but they came away feeling bad instead. Since they thought they had been exchanging Warm Fuzzies, people grew very confused about this, never realizing that their cold, prickly feelings were really the result of the fact that they had been given a lot of Plastic Fuzzies.
So the situation was very, very dismal, and it all started because of the coming of the witch who made people believe that some day, when least expected, they might reach into their Warm Fuzzy Bag and find no more.
Not long ago, a lovely, strong woman with big hips and a happy smile came to this unhappy land. She seemed not to have heard about the witch and was not worried about running out of Warm Fuzzies. She gave them out freely, even when not asked. People called her the Hip Woman and some disapproved of her because she was giving the children the idea that they should not worry about running out of Warm Fuzzies.
The children liked her very much because they felt good around her. They, too, began to give out Warm Fuzzies whenever they felt like it.
The grownups became concerned and decided to pass a law to protect the children from using up their supplies of Warm Fuzzies. The law made it a criminal offense to give out Warm Fuzzies in a reckless manner, without a license.
Many children, however, seemed not to know or care, and in spite of the law they continued to give each other Warm Fuzzies whenever they felt like it and always when asked.
Because there were many many children...almost as many as grownups...it began to look as if maybe the children would have their way.
As of now it is hard to say what will happen. Will the forces of law and order stop the children? Are the grownups going to join with the Hip Woman and the children in taking a chance that there will always be as many Warm Fuzzies as needed?
Will Tim and Maggi, recalling the days when they were so happy and when Warm Fuzzies were unlimited, begin to give away Warm Fuzzies freely again?
The struggle spread all over the land and is probably going on right where you live. If you want to, and I hope you do, you can join by freely giving and asking for Warm Fuzzies and by being as loving and healthy as you can.
The Original Warm Fuzzy Tale
By Claude Steiner
Once upon a time, a long time ago there lived two very happy people called Tim and Maggi with their two children, John and Lucy.
To understand how happy they were you have to understand how things were in those days. You see, in those happy days everyone was given, at birth, a small soft Fuzzy Bag. Anytime a person reached into this bag he was able to pull out a Warm Fuzzy.
Warm Fuzzies were very much in demand because whenever somebody was given a Warm Fuzzy it made him feel warm and fuzzy all over. People who didn't get Warm Fuzzies regularly were in danger of developing a sickness in their backs which caused them to shrivel up and die.
In those days it was very easy to get Warm Fuzzies. Anytime that somebody felt like it, he might walk up to you and say, "I'd like to have a Warm Fuzzy." You would then reach into your bag and pull out a Fuzzy the size of a little girl's hand.
As soon as the Fuzzy saw the light of day it would smile and blossom into a large shaggy Warm Fuzzy. You then would lay it on the person's shoulder or head or lap and it would snuggle up and melt right against their skin and make them feel good all over.
People were always asking each other for Warm Fuzzies, and since they were always given freely, getting enough of them was never a problem.
There were always plenty to go around, and as a consequence everyone was happy and felt warm and fuzzy most of the time.
One day a bad witch became angry because everyone was so happy and no one was buying potions and salves.
The witch was very clever and devised a very wicked plan.
One beautiful morning the witch crept up to Tim while Maggi was playing with their daughter and whispered in his ear, "See here, Tim, look at all the Fuzzies that Maggi is giving to Lucy. You know, if she keeps it up, eventually she is going to run out and then there won't be any left for you."
Tim was astonished. He turned to the witch and said, "Do you mean to tell me that there isn't a Warm Fuzzy in our bag every time we reach into it?" And the witch said, "No, absolutely not, and once you run out, that's it. You don't have any more." With this, the witch flew away, laughing and cackling.
Tim took this to heart and began to notice every time Maggi gave up a Warm Fuzzy to somebody else. Eventually he got very worried and upset because he liked Maggi's Warm Fuzzies very much and did not want to give them up. He certainly did not think it was right for Maggi to be spending all her Warm Fuzzies on the children and on other people.
He began to complain every time he saw Maggi giving a Warm Fuzzy to somebody else, and because Maggi liked him very much, she stopped giving Warm Fuzzies to other people as often and reserved them for him.
The children watched this and soon began to get the idea that it was wrong to give up Warm Fuzzies any time you were asked or felt like it.
They too became very careful. They would watch their parents closely, and whenever they felt that one of their parents was giving too many Fuzzies to others, they also began to object. They began to feel worried whenever they gave away too many Warm Fuzzies.
Even though they found a Warm Fuzzy every time they reached into their bag, they reached in less and less and became more and more stingy. Soon people began to notice the lack of Warm Fuzzies, and they began to feel less warm and less fuzzy. They began to shrivel up, and, occasionally, people would die from lack of Warm Fuzzies.
More and more people went to the witch to buy potions and salves even though they didn't seem to work.
Well, the situation was getting very serious indeed. The bad witch didn't really want the people to die (since dead people couldn't buy salves and potions) so a new plan was devised.
Everyone was given a bag that was very similar to the Fuzzy Bag except that this one was cold while the Fuzzy Bag was warm. Inside of the witch's bag were Cold Pricklies. These Cold Pricklies did not make people feel warm and fuzzy, but made them feel cold and prickly instead.
But they did prevent people's bag's from shriveling up. So, from then on, every time somebody said, "I want a Warm Fuzzy," people who were worried about depleting their supply would say, "I can't give you a Warm Fuzzy, but would you like a Cold Prickly?"
Sometimes, two people would walk up to each other, thinking they could get a Warm Fuzzy, but one or the other of them would change his mind and they would wind up giving each other Cold Pricklies. So while very few people were dying, a lot of people were still unhappy and feeling very Cold and Prickly.
The situation got very complicated. Warm Fuzzies, which used to be thought of as free as air, became extremely valuable. This caused people to do all sorts of things in order to obtain them.
Before the witch had appeared, people used to gather in groups of three or four or five, never caring too much who was giving Warm Fuzzies to whom. After the coming of the witch, people began to pair off to reserve all their Warm Fuzzies for each other exclusively. People who forgot themselves and gave a Fuzzy to someone else would feel guilty because they knew that their partner would probably resent the loss. People who could not find a generous partner had to buy their Fuzzies and they worked long hours to earn the money.
Another thing which happened was that some people would take Cold Pricklies.....which were limitless and freely available..... coat them white and fluffy, and pass them on as Warm Fuzzies.
These counterfeit Warm Fuzzies were really Plastic Fuzzies, and they caused additional difficulties. For instance, two people would get together and freely exchange Plastic Fuzzies, which presumably should have made them feel good, but they came away feeling bad instead. Since they thought they had been exchanging Warm Fuzzies, people grew very confused about this, never realizing that their cold, prickly feelings were really the result of the fact that they had been given a lot of Plastic Fuzzies.
So the situation was very, very dismal, and it all started because of the coming of the witch who made people believe that some day, when least expected, they might reach into their Warm Fuzzy Bag and find no more.
Not long ago, a lovely, strong woman with big hips and a happy smile came to this unhappy land. She seemed not to have heard about the witch and was not worried about running out of Warm Fuzzies. She gave them out freely, even when not asked. People called her the Hip Woman and some disapproved of her because she was giving the children the idea that they should not worry about running out of Warm Fuzzies.
The children liked her very much because they felt good around her. They, too, began to give out Warm Fuzzies whenever they felt like it.
The grownups became concerned and decided to pass a law to protect the children from using up their supplies of Warm Fuzzies. The law made it a criminal offense to give out Warm Fuzzies in a reckless manner, without a license.
Many children, however, seemed not to know or care, and in spite of the law they continued to give each other Warm Fuzzies whenever they felt like it and always when asked.
Because there were many many children...almost as many as grownups...it began to look as if maybe the children would have their way.
As of now it is hard to say what will happen. Will the forces of law and order stop the children? Are the grownups going to join with the Hip Woman and the children in taking a chance that there will always be as many Warm Fuzzies as needed?
Will Tim and Maggi, recalling the days when they were so happy and when Warm Fuzzies were unlimited, begin to give away Warm Fuzzies freely again?
The struggle spread all over the land and is probably going on right where you live. If you want to, and I hope you do, you can join by freely giving and asking for Warm Fuzzies and by being as loving and healthy as you can.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Jefferson and the Separtion of Church and State
A quote from a blogger on Yahoo:
Wonder what the Founding Fathers really intended? Does Thomas Jefferson qualify? Here it is:
"Believing with you that religion is a matter which lies solely between Man & his God, that he owes account to none other for his faith or his worship, that the legitimate powers of government reach actions only, & not opinions, I contemplate with sovereign reverence that act of the whole American people which declared that their legislature should "make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof," thus building a wall of separation between Church & State"
For those of you who cant read above a third grade level, or have to have your news spoon fed to you with sugary sweet ideas from Fox (faux) news.....In this quote Thomas jefferson makes a direct reference to the 1st amendment...which clearly states, "Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion".....Jefferson takes those specific words and explains them in his own words, "Thus building a wall between church and state".....
Jefferson made it very clear what the Founding Fathers wanted.
Wonder what the Founding Fathers really intended? Does Thomas Jefferson qualify? Here it is:
"Believing with you that religion is a matter which lies solely between Man & his God, that he owes account to none other for his faith or his worship, that the legitimate powers of government reach actions only, & not opinions, I contemplate with sovereign reverence that act of the whole American people which declared that their legislature should "make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof," thus building a wall of separation between Church & State"
For those of you who cant read above a third grade level, or have to have your news spoon fed to you with sugary sweet ideas from Fox (faux) news.....In this quote Thomas jefferson makes a direct reference to the 1st amendment...which clearly states, "Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion".....Jefferson takes those specific words and explains them in his own words, "Thus building a wall between church and state".....
Jefferson made it very clear what the Founding Fathers wanted.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Police and Government Violence.
451 TASER DEATHS AND CLIMBING.http://www.facebook.com/patrick.crothers1?v=wall&story_fbid=114153528642536#!/patrick.crothers1?v=wall
This is a re-post with a little new information.
Hundreds were severely injuries, one shotgun death from repeated shot to the chest groin and face. People were blinded and the Sheriff told his men to use deadly force and to inflict punishment like the people were Viet Kong. Being mostly War vets they did.
Four days later 4 students were shot and killed at Kent State by the National Guard and that was the turning point in the War as parents starting paying attention and the beginnings of the end of police brutality. WE ARE NOT THERE YET.
I got beaten by the L. A. County Sheriff four times. Once I was arrested for armed robbery on my way home from work as the store clerk ID my Bothers custom 56 Chevy Two Door Hardtop. There was not another like it as Johnny and I put thousands into the car including a custom paint Job by Barras.
I worked for General Telephone as a cable splicer and they could no locate my boss until Monday (Sober up day) I was thrown down a flight of stairs and then the threw a bucket of water on the stairs and had a photographer take a picture of where I slipped...LOL
AS OF LAST MONDAY THERE HAVE BEEN 450 DEATHS FROM TASERS. THEY ARE NOT NON-LETHAL. IF THEY ARE TO BE ALLOWED THEY CAN'T BE GIVEN TO ANYONE WHO WEARS A SMOKEY THE BEAR HAT.
LAST DEATH 87 YEAR OLD WOMAN IN WASHINGTON STATE. STAY TUNED AND TAKE PHOTOS OR VIDEOS OF POLICE AS MUCH AS YOU CAN. WE CAN SORT OUT THE BAD ONES.
THEIR MOTTO: TO PROTECT AND SERVE,
Monday, September 13, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
IF IT IS OUR OIL OUT IN THE GULF, WHY DON'T WE GET ROYALTY CHECKS?
I WAS WONDERING… where does the royalty money from USA oil go?
Category Life before the September 17, 2008 Bank Heist!
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
OIL PRICES AND STIMULUS CHECKS
I have been watching the oil market for a long time. Many years ago I worked in a refinery laboratory for a Texas oil company and found out for myself over a ten year period that I worked for a corporation that cared more about profits than human life.
Now corporations are a machine with all the rights of a person; however, it lacks a human heart.
A man's life was worth $10,000, this was the life insurance payout in case of accidental death. And man… there were accidents that were beyond belief. This was during the Vietnam War 1968-77, and there was a serious manpower shortage. Young men, who would normally take dangerous work like this, were either in College or were being drafted into the military. We were always short help. I worked on a refining unit called a delayed coking unit. We made coke, oil baked coal. A guy named Dave, who hired on with me became a friend. He and I went through fireman training together. We were trained to fight fires and you can imagine an oil refinery is not a great place to have an unexpected fire. Dave worked on a unit called a Hydrogen Generator Unit or the Hydrogen Bomb Unit as the guys that worked there called it. One night after 1 or 2 A.M., I was on a platform about 150 feet in the air getting ready to drill for coke and WHAMM! The whole F**king unit shook hard enough to knock you off balance. We didn’t know where the explosion was and waited to hear the steam whistle give out a code. We had an elevator; but, we all went to the escape hatch, threw it open and started down seven stories of wet greasy ladders as fast as we could go. When we got to the two deck someone told us the HGU went up and the Plant Supervisor was waiting to take the six newest guys to the fire. I was hoping to see Dave; but never did. Apparently, he closed a valve on 1500 Lb/Sq. In. of hydrogen that simply exploded and vaporized anything not made of steel. We kept a 4’’ fire hose pouring on the unit to cool it off. All they found of Dave was a boot. An empty boot somehow survived. He never had time to train for his job. None of us did. Guys would quit and you moved up. If your relief didn’t show you worked a double shift. I worked 19 days in a row with 11 double shifts. I got so tired, this was hard work, I was filling up my car at a gas station and had to call home to find out if I was going to work or coming home. We were accidents waiting to happen. But, no one ever shut down a unit for safety. It was cheaper to pay the life insurance. I made huge money. More money than I ever expected to make in my life… but we were hurt, burnt and poisoned for it. More guts than brains. G_d Bless the young.
I watched oil being shifted around during the fuel crisis in the 70's. We got oil samples from all over the world and we knew which was which. Tankers sat offshore, just waiting. So we made less gasoline and shipped a lot of it to somewhere else. We were in L.A. man… people were shooting each other for a place in the gas station line. Crooks!
So in present day America… Our economy is in trouble so the president has decided to send us money to get the economy going. I don’t see how this is going to work as people are paying over $3.00 a gallon for gas. All our stimulus money is going to pay our gasoline so we can go to work. My sister bought a House for $350,000 two years ago and now is getting laid off. Her job went to China. She says they are selling for $500,000 now but she thinks it is going to collapse as she knows people who bought houses without jobs. They are lying about it and the Realtors are urging them to do it. My friend Sarah in Australia says the great depression is here… she has money (I mean money) and she is pretty good with investing; yet, I think all the borrowing by the government has been to funnel the cash to the same crooks that made out in 1929. I hope I am wrong but I think it is going to be bad.
When our President said that stimulus checks should be sent out oil was already starting to rise quickly, and for no clear reason at that.
Oh, I hear the reasons: Nigerian rebels (hungry people) are interfering with production; Oil refinery explodes in Texas ,(Small BP refinery that was unsafe and still allowed to run and kill workers); storms in the Gulf of Texas,( these ARE all leading to a massive shortage in the southern states; but, the prices are rising in France too) China, India and other emerging markets are decreasing the total oil available, (Iran reports that they have four full tankers if someone would like to have them)
The Kingston Trio sang about some of these, around 1960, with a Tune called The Merry Minuet. “There is rioting in African, there is strife in Iran, and what nature doesn’t do to us, will be done by our fellow man.”
As the checks go out, oil has already hit an all time high and is rising. I am telling people it was a good time to buy a SUV as the price would suddenly go down for no good reason. I know this as I have seen it happen twice before and the public dumped luxury cars taking very little just hoping to find any buyer.
Now the last stimulus checks have gone out and the price of oil is dropping and I think it will continue for a while.
There was no intention for us to have money... our job was to send it to energy companies to cover our very high gasoline and energy costs.
It is time for the American people to take their country back and while we are at it, all that oil that comes off of federal lands belongs to us. Where are OUR royalty checks? In fact, everything taken off of state or federal land belongs to us and only Alaska with the Alaska Permanent Fund gives their citizens their fair share of the profits. This a great program based on an idea from Abe Lincoln believe it or not, where state royalties go into investments and every man, woman, and child receives a check every year from the profits. $2000.00-$3000.00 per person or so is paid out each year. Now think of the minerals, timber, fishing… there is a LOT of federal (ours) property.
With this kind of money we could buy health insurance. We could fund our schools and not have to take Federal money or Federal mandated ideas on what our kids should know. No kid should have to see a book on sexual ideas involving non-traditional relationships until they are old enough. Only a community can make this decision.
And there are lots of things that belong to us that we don't get a dime for like the leasing of the airwaves for television, radio and cell phones. It is ours and they sell it to someone to sell it back to us. Crazy.
It is our country and this is our money. Where is our fair share of the profits? I think we are going to need them sooner than we think.
With this kind of money we could buy health insurance. We could fund our schools and not have to take Federal money or Federal mandated ideas on what our kids should know. No kid should have to see a book on sexual ideas involving non-traditional relationships until they are old enough. Only a community can make this decision.
And there are lots of things that belong to us that we don't get a dime for like the leasing of the airwaves for television, radio and cell phones. It is ours and they sell it to someone to sell it back to us. Crazy.
It is our country and this is our money. Where is our fair share of the profits? I think we are going to need them sooner than we think.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
450 TASER DEATHS AND CLIMBING.
I was at "Peoples Park" in Berkley April 1969 when 30,000 people came to hear a speech. They were mostly Berkley residence very young and old and students. 800 police at the behest of Ronald Reagan Governor led by the Alameda Sheriffs dept. using 00 buckshot and were told to inflict as much damage as possible.
Hundreds were severely injuries, one shotgun death from repeated shot to the chest groin and face. People were blinded and the Sheriff told his men to use deadly force and to inflict punishment like they Viet Kong. Being mostly War vets they did.
Four days later 4 students were shot and killed at Kent State by the National Guard and that was the turning point in the War as parents starting paying attention and the beginnings of the end of police brutality. WE ARE NOT THERE YET.
I got beaten by the L. A. County Sheriff four times. Once I was arrested for armed robbery on my way home from work as the store clerk ID my Bothers custom 56 Chevy Two Door Hardtop. There was not another like it as Johnny and I put thousands into the car including a custom paint Job by Barras.
I worked for General Telephone as a cable splicer and they could no locate my boss until Monday (Sober up day) I was thrown down a flight of stairs and then the threw a bucket of water on the stairs and had a photographer take a picture of where I slipped...LOL
AS OF LAST MONDAY THERE HAVE BEEN 450 DEATHS FROM TASERS. THEY ARE NOT NON-LETHAL. IF THEY ARE TO BE ALLOWED THEY CAN'T BE GIVEN TO ANYONE WHO WEARS A SMOKEY THE BEAR HAT.
LAST DEATH 87 YEAR OLD WOMAN IN WASHINGTON STATE. STAY TUNED AND TAKE PHOTOS OR VIDEOS OF POLICE AS MUCH AS YOU CAN. WE CAN SORT OUT THE BAD ONES.
THEIR MOTTO: TO PROTECT AND SERVE,
Hundreds were severely injuries, one shotgun death from repeated shot to the chest groin and face. People were blinded and the Sheriff told his men to use deadly force and to inflict punishment like they Viet Kong. Being mostly War vets they did.
Four days later 4 students were shot and killed at Kent State by the National Guard and that was the turning point in the War as parents starting paying attention and the beginnings of the end of police brutality. WE ARE NOT THERE YET.
I got beaten by the L. A. County Sheriff four times. Once I was arrested for armed robbery on my way home from work as the store clerk ID my Bothers custom 56 Chevy Two Door Hardtop. There was not another like it as Johnny and I put thousands into the car including a custom paint Job by Barras.
I worked for General Telephone as a cable splicer and they could no locate my boss until Monday (Sober up day) I was thrown down a flight of stairs and then the threw a bucket of water on the stairs and had a photographer take a picture of where I slipped...LOL
AS OF LAST MONDAY THERE HAVE BEEN 450 DEATHS FROM TASERS. THEY ARE NOT NON-LETHAL. IF THEY ARE TO BE ALLOWED THEY CAN'T BE GIVEN TO ANYONE WHO WEARS A SMOKEY THE BEAR HAT.
LAST DEATH 87 YEAR OLD WOMAN IN WASHINGTON STATE. STAY TUNED AND TAKE PHOTOS OR VIDEOS OF POLICE AS MUCH AS YOU CAN. WE CAN SORT OUT THE BAD ONES.
THEIR MOTTO: TO PROTECT AND SERVE,
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Deutschland Online: Federal Minister Westerwelle on the 65th anniversary of the dropping of the bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki
Deutschland Online: Federal Minister Westerwelle on the 65th anniversary of the dropping of the bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki
As horrific as these events were they were less deadly than the planned invasion of Japan would of been. The War was between the Japanese people and the world. They believed their leader Hirohito to be God and the others of the world to be lesser beings and inferior to the Japanese.
As horrific as these events were they were less deadly than the planned invasion of Japan would of been. The War was between the Japanese people and the world. They believed their leader Hirohito to be God and the others of the world to be lesser beings and inferior to the Japanese.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Lakers-Celtics, Father-Son,Jesus-G_d, and a young Christian man from Arlington, Texas, all met tonight at a Micro-Brewery named BJ's. In a whole lifetime, you and I will have many different experiences where the beauty of life and our love for each other will also entangle a mystery. I was riding on the ever-present mystery of "Why" things happen and just happened to collide with all the above mentioned characters at the intersection of Fantasy Street and Reality Lane.
I have just arrived at my home on the campus of the University of Texas Arlington and must tell my story as I think it is a mile-post on my Journey in This American's life.
I am now writing the post so I can get to bed as I am going to the hospital tomorrow to find out why I am bleeding out again and almost certainly will have another surgery, in my never ending lifetime, of being a medical miracle and a Shepard, for My Father who Created the Vines of the Earth and the Sun that Warms us All.
My Doctor, Raymond Westbrook, wanted me to go immediately, by ambulance, to Medical Center of Arlington and be admitted through the emergency room again.
I told him I could not do that as my son Aaron and I had to do something we have planned for one year. He knows that my commitments to my son and daughter and a select few others are the most important events in my life. Being with Aaron tonight was simply more important than being rushed to the hospital and finding out my fate. I find it odd that people believe that their lives are always the most significant ones. My life is important as I do look after His Flock quietly in the background and there are those who will worry about me that I must respect. It is very wrong to play with peoples emotions and disrespect their honest concern for me as a person. I consented to hospitalization this afternoon at 4:55 PM and I will arrive sometime tomorrow at his "Blasted Emergency Room" where no one will treat me like I am an emergency anyway. It is always a bit of a conundrum when I go through life and death type events. I have done this many many times in my life.
Since the age of 18 months, it has been a lifetime of Living on the Edge. At 18 months of age I one day became terrified of our neighbor Mrs. Perkins. She apparently liked to hold me when mom worked in the yard. I remember that day and one other day when I was on the lawn and some girls from the Catholic School down the street were in a circle on the lawn and calling me and I went from one to another as they giggled. It was wonderful fun that I have remembered from that day before someone threw the terror switch on and I struggled with intense fear, became sickly and was very thin. A German doctor who was from Berlin shortly after the war, gave me steroid injections every week. I had to walk to his office after school and his nurse who was also VERY German would sadistically stab me and smile as she gave the shot. One day I was too scared to go and disobeyed my mom and just walked home. My mom really whipped me good as she had to pay for the shot anyway. Wasting money was a death sentence at our house.
I of course was terrified as a child, when I had go to the hospital. They used to not treat kids like they would an adult. Lots of loneliness and neglect came with every visit and it was not until the Great Childhood Epidemics of the Fifties that children became a major area of concern.
The Great Polio Epidemics began in America almost immediately after the end of World War II. I remember that kids on our block were just not seen anymore and there were hospitals in L.A. that only had Polio patients. On Imperial Hwy there was a hospital and they took the mostly kids outside in rocking beds that forced air into their lungs and sometimes could see the Iron Lung machines rolled out so some poor child could feel the sun on their faces.
At age 4 I first noticed in Kindergarten that kids just never came back. I think I was six when the first nasty Measles epidemic hit school and lots of kids disappeared suddenly and you knew that someone was sick as they put a large notice on the door that said MEASLES! The Health Department my mom told me put up the signs to help contagion. In the fourth grade another epidemic came through and two of my friends were gone for a long time and one, Richard, came back with a huge hearing aid and Jerry was totally deaf but we still stayed friends until 3 years ago. He died from his exposure back in the fourth grade. Just took a long time.
Chicken Pox,the three day measles, Mumps and Pneumonia's were scary but were mostly just miserably long. I caught Pneumonia pretty often since I was three, and I had what they called Catastrophic Asthma. I had heard that word before and it was not good. I really feared death with asthma. I would usually go to sleep feeling OK and would wake up unable to breath. I could not easily get out of bed at those times and would just pray to G_d, "please God one more breath."
Please God one more breath is something my 12 year old granddaughter told me she says too. She has a much less severe asthma but the fear is the same and Doctors still fail to aggressively be proactive in mollifying the fear of a child. I am not there to tell her how we will keep her safe as we no longer live in familial communities. We are more sterile and distant with our children not to mention our selves as we are digital and don't need to touch to communicate. We can just text them. U R fine.
I thought suffocating or drowning was the worst types of death as my childish mind examined it all. Superman was caught in a set of walls that were made to crush him. As the walls came together I thought oh, no, squished like a bug
Before bed mom would pray with me. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. Amen.
I was terrified saying that prayer. If I should die????? What???? I am trying to live. I am not going to die am I??? I finally was able to tell mom how much it scared me and she changed the words. Whew!
Mom grew up in an Orphanage in Estes Park Colorado. Her father was a silver miner and hit a very rich strike of silver. He went and got my mothers mom and took her to an insane asylum and paid to have her committed. This was evidently more practical than actually killing her. Women were property in the United States until 1920 when Woman's Suffrage was ratified with the 19th Amendment to the Constitution. Mom 4, Sister Edna 5, and brothers Miner 7, and Mark 8, were told their mom had died and took them to the Orphanage run by very strict Southern Baptist women.
Mom had it tough and I
My face was not shaped right for some reason and I had to have my jaw widened 2 inches by pressure. Dr. William O. Reiman DDS. also had too bring out my jaw 2 inches forward. He was a Professor at USC too. He also pulled my mandible (bone)less than an inch back and pulled the upper teeth back by applying pressure. I had constant treatments for seven years. My mom would ask me to come into our living room when her Social groups met at our house and she would just pull my mouth open and show the work. I felt like a cow or something..lol
Mom was proud of the success they were having rebuilding me and I was so scared of people I would learn to vanish.
I have just arrived at my home on the campus of the University of Texas Arlington and must tell my story as I think it is a mile-post on my Journey in This American's life.
I am now writing the post so I can get to bed as I am going to the hospital tomorrow to find out why I am bleeding out again and almost certainly will have another surgery, in my never ending lifetime, of being a medical miracle and a Shepard, for My Father who Created the Vines of the Earth and the Sun that Warms us All.
My Doctor, Raymond Westbrook, wanted me to go immediately, by ambulance, to Medical Center of Arlington and be admitted through the emergency room again.
I told him I could not do that as my son Aaron and I had to do something we have planned for one year. He knows that my commitments to my son and daughter and a select few others are the most important events in my life. Being with Aaron tonight was simply more important than being rushed to the hospital and finding out my fate. I find it odd that people believe that their lives are always the most significant ones. My life is important as I do look after His Flock quietly in the background and there are those who will worry about me that I must respect. It is very wrong to play with peoples emotions and disrespect their honest concern for me as a person. I consented to hospitalization this afternoon at 4:55 PM and I will arrive sometime tomorrow at his "Blasted Emergency Room" where no one will treat me like I am an emergency anyway. It is always a bit of a conundrum when I go through life and death type events. I have done this many many times in my life.
Since the age of 18 months, it has been a lifetime of Living on the Edge. At 18 months of age I one day became terrified of our neighbor Mrs. Perkins. She apparently liked to hold me when mom worked in the yard. I remember that day and one other day when I was on the lawn and some girls from the Catholic School down the street were in a circle on the lawn and calling me and I went from one to another as they giggled. It was wonderful fun that I have remembered from that day before someone threw the terror switch on and I struggled with intense fear, became sickly and was very thin. A German doctor who was from Berlin shortly after the war, gave me steroid injections every week. I had to walk to his office after school and his nurse who was also VERY German would sadistically stab me and smile as she gave the shot. One day I was too scared to go and disobeyed my mom and just walked home. My mom really whipped me good as she had to pay for the shot anyway. Wasting money was a death sentence at our house.
I of course was terrified as a child, when I had go to the hospital. They used to not treat kids like they would an adult. Lots of loneliness and neglect came with every visit and it was not until the Great Childhood Epidemics of the Fifties that children became a major area of concern.
The Great Polio Epidemics began in America almost immediately after the end of World War II. I remember that kids on our block were just not seen anymore and there were hospitals in L.A. that only had Polio patients. On Imperial Hwy there was a hospital and they took the mostly kids outside in rocking beds that forced air into their lungs and sometimes could see the Iron Lung machines rolled out so some poor child could feel the sun on their faces.
At age 4 I first noticed in Kindergarten that kids just never came back. I think I was six when the first nasty Measles epidemic hit school and lots of kids disappeared suddenly and you knew that someone was sick as they put a large notice on the door that said MEASLES! The Health Department my mom told me put up the signs to help contagion. In the fourth grade another epidemic came through and two of my friends were gone for a long time and one, Richard, came back with a huge hearing aid and Jerry was totally deaf but we still stayed friends until 3 years ago. He died from his exposure back in the fourth grade. Just took a long time.
Chicken Pox,the three day measles, Mumps and Pneumonia's were scary but were mostly just miserably long. I caught Pneumonia pretty often since I was three, and I had what they called Catastrophic Asthma. I had heard that word before and it was not good. I really feared death with asthma. I would usually go to sleep feeling OK and would wake up unable to breath. I could not easily get out of bed at those times and would just pray to G_d, "please God one more breath."
Please God one more breath is something my 12 year old granddaughter told me she says too. She has a much less severe asthma but the fear is the same and Doctors still fail to aggressively be proactive in mollifying the fear of a child. I am not there to tell her how we will keep her safe as we no longer live in familial communities. We are more sterile and distant with our children not to mention our selves as we are digital and don't need to touch to communicate. We can just text them. U R fine.
I thought suffocating or drowning was the worst types of death as my childish mind examined it all. Superman was caught in a set of walls that were made to crush him. As the walls came together I thought oh, no, squished like a bug
Before bed mom would pray with me. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. Amen.
I was terrified saying that prayer. If I should die????? What???? I am trying to live. I am not going to die am I??? I finally was able to tell mom how much it scared me and she changed the words. Whew!
Mom grew up in an Orphanage in Estes Park Colorado. Her father was a silver miner and hit a very rich strike of silver. He went and got my mothers mom and took her to an insane asylum and paid to have her committed. This was evidently more practical than actually killing her. Women were property in the United States until 1920 when Woman's Suffrage was ratified with the 19th Amendment to the Constitution. Mom 4, Sister Edna 5, and brothers Miner 7, and Mark 8, were told their mom had died and took them to the Orphanage run by very strict Southern Baptist women.
Mom had it tough and I
My face was not shaped right for some reason and I had to have my jaw widened 2 inches by pressure. Dr. William O. Reiman DDS. also had too bring out my jaw 2 inches forward. He was a Professor at USC too. He also pulled my mandible (bone)less than an inch back and pulled the upper teeth back by applying pressure. I had constant treatments for seven years. My mom would ask me to come into our living room when her Social groups met at our house and she would just pull my mouth open and show the work. I felt like a cow or something..lol
Mom was proud of the success they were having rebuilding me and I was so scared of people I would learn to vanish.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
In the United States, though power corrupts, the expectation of power paralyzes.
John Kenneth Galbraith
The progressives have thankfully renamed themselves saving the great works that the Liberals did in the 50's.
Those Liberals just back from WW II knew just what mattered because they were tested beyond any previous generation.
Being Liberal meant generous. It meant hard work for a decent wage. It meant to reach into your own pockets to help those who could not help themselves. All the disabled from fighting in WW II were helped by such people as their government abandoned the Veterans. Just like today.
It meant volunteering to have your home as a percent location for voting, like my parents did. It meant not only going to PTA meetings it meant being part of the leadership.
It meant service to our country was the highest possible goal.
It meant many fine things but never meant free money to the undeserving, ever.
It meant your neighbors and your community worked together to insure your safety and well being.
Progressives....as far as I can tell have no real moral agenda anymore than conservatives do.
To take a slap at the name Liberal is showing your ignorance.
It is also taking a slap at my parents who like many others like them built this country to greatness.
A racist posting is Just that! Racist. It clearing is begging for comment. Mr. Free Tibet.
So quit, what do were care what you do. No need to post it, that is for certain.
Monies borrowed from the Social Security Trust Fund must be paid back. Those are insurance premiums that were borrowed.
I can find no instance in history that a nation fell from having decent wages for private employees (non-government)
The majority owner of Berkshire-Hathaway has stated as recently as last year that he pays either no taxes or less that the average worker in the USA. He said this is wrong.
Cutting a little back from grandma's check so we can go to war is also wrong if the society as a whole is not giving up as much.
Fear and Greed of investors put us in this situation that was taken advantage by the warehouse lenders and the taxpayers were held up again for this clearly illegal action.
Taxpayers are the most abused citizens in the country. Some taxpayers like the above mentioned company are the freeloaders. They have more to do with how tax legislation is written than the minimum wage worker. Surely that must be obvious to a learned person such as your self. Here is a quote a well read person would know.
The days of the students of Ayn Rand are over. She is now seen for what she really was all along. A screen-writer. A story teller supreme. She made up a story to able to live her life as she pleased. Her best and brightest followers such as Allen Greenspan are now proven to be just what they always were...either fools, deluded or criminal.
In the United States, though power corrupts, the expectation of power paralyzes.
John Kenneth Galbraith
Trying reading his sons work too James Kenneth Galbraith.
Let's go get Beitish
John Kenneth Galbraith
The progressives have thankfully renamed themselves saving the great works that the Liberals did in the 50's.
Those Liberals just back from WW II knew just what mattered because they were tested beyond any previous generation.
Being Liberal meant generous. It meant hard work for a decent wage. It meant to reach into your own pockets to help those who could not help themselves. All the disabled from fighting in WW II were helped by such people as their government abandoned the Veterans. Just like today.
It meant volunteering to have your home as a percent location for voting, like my parents did. It meant not only going to PTA meetings it meant being part of the leadership.
It meant service to our country was the highest possible goal.
It meant many fine things but never meant free money to the undeserving, ever.
It meant your neighbors and your community worked together to insure your safety and well being.
Progressives....as far as I can tell have no real moral agenda anymore than conservatives do.
To take a slap at the name Liberal is showing your ignorance.
It is also taking a slap at my parents who like many others like them built this country to greatness.
A racist posting is Just that! Racist. It clearing is begging for comment. Mr. Free Tibet.
So quit, what do were care what you do. No need to post it, that is for certain.
Monies borrowed from the Social Security Trust Fund must be paid back. Those are insurance premiums that were borrowed.
I can find no instance in history that a nation fell from having decent wages for private employees (non-government)
The majority owner of Berkshire-Hathaway has stated as recently as last year that he pays either no taxes or less that the average worker in the USA. He said this is wrong.
Cutting a little back from grandma's check so we can go to war is also wrong if the society as a whole is not giving up as much.
Fear and Greed of investors put us in this situation that was taken advantage by the warehouse lenders and the taxpayers were held up again for this clearly illegal action.
Taxpayers are the most abused citizens in the country. Some taxpayers like the above mentioned company are the freeloaders. They have more to do with how tax legislation is written than the minimum wage worker. Surely that must be obvious to a learned person such as your self. Here is a quote a well read person would know.
The days of the students of Ayn Rand are over. She is now seen for what she really was all along. A screen-writer. A story teller supreme. She made up a story to able to live her life as she pleased. Her best and brightest followers such as Allen Greenspan are now proven to be just what they always were...either fools, deluded or criminal.
In the United States, though power corrupts, the expectation of power paralyzes.
John Kenneth Galbraith
Trying reading his sons work too James Kenneth Galbraith.
Let's go get Beitish
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)