A Ride On The Bus

Only bus riders know real humanity, these are the folks who cannot afford to travel any other way. My bus-ridership was limited until I took the long bus ride to Memphis and graduate school. My first car was a 1941 Plymouth for which I had paid $85, it simply would not have made the 1000 miles. So, with my possessions I traveled by bus, along with frail humanity, their smells and sounds.

Later, in school there, I traveled by bus to work, learned what it was like to see old black people hobble toward the back of the bus, when there were seats in the front. Learned what it was like to see the sick and dying trying to get from point A to point B.

Years later, in New York City, by that time blind, I never felt safe to use a subway. Once, I said to a bus driver, “please let me know when we get to 34th street, I am blind, cannot see.” He said gruffly, “get yourself a dog.” I suppose he thought the dog could read street signs. After that, I learned to count bus stops, and could usually get to where I was going with some accuracy. Riding on the bus in foreign cities is an intriguing affair, those who cannot pay, on the top and hanging on to the sides. Once, in Bucharest, Romania, I was thrown off the bus because I did not have the correct fare.

Now, Americans are on a bus, riding somewhere, I feel we are riding through a chasm, hard to look out the window on either side to see where we are going. Many on the bus are just anxious to get off, very concerned with the mental health, experience, crazed attitude of the driver, speed of trip and the uncertain destination of the bus.

I was on a trip to the Galapagos Islands, the islands off the coast of Ecuador where Charles Darwin did his study for the book Origin of Species. Two ladies assigned to my table at the ship's dining room, were former school teachers in one of Hollywood's prestigious public schools (John Marshall High School), the school where several Hollywood star's children attended. The retired English teacher was one of those remarkable people you can never forget. I loved her because she sewed up my pants which had ripped when I fell. The other teacher had retired early, because, as she told me, the third time she was hit by a student, she said, “I have had enough!”

Both told me that American public education, even in such a well-funded school, was the tragedy of the 20th century. Both said you no longer taught anything, just entertained. The most recent dropout rates across America: 5% of white students drop out of school before they graduate, 10% black, and 20% Hispanic; in North Carolina the rates are much higher, 1/3 of all students drop out of school before graduation. It is difficult enough for a high school graduate, a college graduate to have any measure of success in the 21st Century economy. What possible survival skills can a non-high school graduate expect?

The most difficult thing to realize in this cauldron of humanity, riding a bus, a mixture of every type customs and belief system. Each carrying baggage of every sort, those who are enemies of God, resent you. This has been the greatest change of the last 100 years, even supposed “Christians” blame God when things go wrong. As with religion in Europe, where Christianity is disappearing, more mosques than churches, Europe named for Europa, of Greek mythology, as most other European geography, even Alexander the Great knew his chance of victory was greater on a day of religious observance.

In the throes of depression, all Europe seeking relief, trade unions in France taken over by Communists, calling out demonstrators to attack the banking and retirement systems. With 50% of American mortgages under water, American taxpayer saddled with 46 trillions in useless home loans, those buying repossessions can never get a clear title, true joblessness around 22%. The most optimistic predictors, even in financial institutions saying it will take 10 years for recovery, bewilderment is a mild description of these busriders.

My friends and relatives do not read what I write, they, like most people, they want to believe that by looking through rose-colored glasses everything will look beautiful. Most people refuse to face the reality of today's world. That the globalists are instrumental in promoting one debacle after another.

In the Great Depression, and I lived through it, one never recovers. Like the elitists, who are taking over real estate (residential and commercial), securities, a Nazi control of everything. They took over the farms, put those in jail who objected to the cutting down of their crops, the killing of their livestock, in order for FDR to “stabilize agriculture” and start the welfare plan of putting on parity. At least, most of the country's population was rural, could grow food, today's urbanized, spoiled, entitlement mentality, citizens do not know how to plant a seed, prepare a chicken or fish for cooking.

The architects of the New World Order know how to play the game, only by their rules...control. Most Americans do not realize that everything they do is now controlled, a license, a permit, all regulated.

A young man told me recently, “really, I own nothing. The government permits me to use my meager resources to keep everything up, and as long as I pay the taxes, they let me think that I own it.”

The greatest shift in history, at least for the past 2000 years, the sexual revolution. The homosexual agenda, same-sex marriage, lesbian and gay preachers and bishops, pedophilia, abortion, eugenics and stem-cell research. In my medical studies, just 60 years ago, we were embarrassed to even discuss the killing of babies, sex between individuals of the same sex. Pornography and witchcraft, almost unknown.

Those on the bus who recognize this slide, who know we are heading toward the cliff, can take refuge in the knowledge that the victory over paganism has already been won. The battle is the Lord's (1 Samuel 17:47). Nothing is a surprise to Him, we are required to “trust” on the bus and everywhere, his promise, I will never leave thee or forsake thee. (Hebrews 13:5)