Dr. TR Morris, Lt Col Retired USA: January 2012

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Justice at Leisure

From an article online, Gaston Gazette dated 12/23/2012 we have the following lines from the convicted, sentenced, murderer of the 17 year old daughter of Mr. & Mrs. Catterton of Gaston County, NC. The letter from the convicted murderer sentenced to die reads, in part, as follows:

“Is the public aware that the chances of my lawful murder taking place in the next 20 years if ever are very slim?” Hembree asked. “Is the public aware that I am a gentleman of leisure, watching color TV in the a/c, reading, taking naps at will, eating three well-balanced meals a day?”.

This writer, a totally blind, 100% disabled, service connected, medical officer, veteran of the Korean Era, who, at age 82, living alone, still taking care of myself. I have often said to my accountant, what I have given to my country and still paying the tax I pay, I would be much better off in prison, prepared food, good living accommodations. There is only just so much an old blind man could do. My accountant always said the same thing, “I sign these papers too and I don't want to go to prison.”

In the grand design of things, God wanted me to experience the world, and I have traveled every continent despite my disability. In Shenyang, Manchuria, I asked my Chinese guide, “Are many people in prison?” You see, I knew the history of China, the Mao regime, (when 100 million Chinese were killed) a great statue of him in the center of the city. The guide said, “News gets around about treatment of prisoners, we do not have many in prison.” I understood this when I was a guest in a large Chinese hospital, described to me, prisoners taped to tables, eyes-mouths taped, dead or dying, opened, their vital organs being removed, transplanted to a patients on other tables.

In this North Carolina city where I live, before heathenism took over the local YMCA, one day, steam room, a man whose voice was not familiar, asked me about my blindness. He told me he was filling in from Central Prison, Raleigh at the local youth center prison. I said, “I understand that they have it real easy out there.” He said, “The old people in nursing homes would be better off in that prison.” These young prisoners are spoiled to good food, recreation and every weekend, a variety of movies.

Some years ago, a female worked for me a few days, a deputy in the Sheriff's department, working at the local jail... new facility, pod style. She described to me the arrangements. The pod where she worked, she, enclosed in a secure room with glass around it, everything electronic. She said the prisoners were bored silly, gym activities, television, reading and eating. She said the gay ones would just put bed sheets over themselves for privacy. Another ex-prisoner doing some work for me in a rental building, as plumber, told me of his prison experience at the encampment, Burgaw, NC. He said, “I could get anything I wanted.” The guard knows where to look for the money. It is just essential that someone on the outside, send you money.

60 years ago, I was a student at UNC-CH hitchhiking home, UNC stickers on my suitcase, standing near, evidentally, a graveyard of Central Prison, Raleigh. A van, men digging a grave, began yelling to me about “Carolina” I walked over and found they were burying a prisoner, cheap cardboard type coffin. They asked me if *I wanted to look at him. I said, “No, Carolina students have enough images.” These engaging men told me about the dead prisoner, a lifer, he had killed several. “He will never kill again.” The thought occurred to me, young, knowing little of the world or it's tragedies. “The man in that coffin was once a baby, loved by a mother. He is being buried without one family member, one trace of religion around us.”

Have we lost our sanity? There are more people incarcerated in America than any country of western civilization. Have you noticed that most killers, particularly of families or of several people, usually, kill themselves? Has life become so cheap, so worthless? How about those of us who have behaved ourselves, accomplished what we could with what we have? I remember writing representative Charlie Rose (NC 7th) about the plight of veterans in particular, this veteran, who has never been able to get a white cane from the government. His main advice, for me to apply for food stamps. In a cauldron of twisted values, who are the prisoners? The great jurist, Daniel Webster said, “A nation without morals, enslaves itself.”

Dr. Thomas R. Morris
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Monday, January 30, 2012

Apodictic

If a spark of humanity is so great, what must a flame be like? God has invested in the human soul, a capacity for love which is beyond description.

In studying military men who have been awarded the nation's highest honor, the Congressional Medal of Honor, I came across the story of an Army officer, captured by the Japanese in WWII.

I do not believe you can find military might in all history as atrocious as that of the Japanese. In another article, I have described one of my friends, who survived the Bataan death march. In the account of this officer, and officers, were supposed to be treated better than enlisted men. The American officer, himself starving and sick, witnessed the decadent Japanese serpent-low life beating mercilessly a starving American enlisted man. He broke through those around the horrific scene, and attempted with gestures to tell their Japanese torturers, “beat me, beat me”. The Japanese were amazed because they were accustomed to their officers showing no empathy towards anyone, not even their own.

This writer thinks of this every time someone, particularly an associate or family member, discloses that he or she is still a voting democrat... a political party that has so insulted the very name of our Blessed Lord, Jesus Christ, or those of us who claim His name, Christians. A political party promoting abortion, (54 million babies killed since legalized in 1973) This old man wants to say, “kill me”. One who has already lived a long life instead of the most innocent never being given an opportunity to live outside the womb of the mother. Almost as disgraceful to democrats, actually believing in the marriage of two people of the same sex when, everything in scripture, everything in history, everything in the social structure of mankind, dictates the union of male and female.

It is an apodictic, absolute truth, which even the most decadent atheist cannot refute in spite of their liberal pretensions, wanting to put a veneer of acceptability-popularity on everything. There are absolutes of right and wrong. GOD IS BOSS!, the Creator of the universe, the earth and everything in it, is a God of love and wrath. God does not maintain a halfway house, or “monkeying around”. Three months, after he separated the waters of the Red Sea, so three million Jewish slaves could pass through on dry land, and then drown Pharaoh and his army with the water, Moses led this “stiff-necked”, rebellious people to Mount Sinai. (closer to the time of the event, King Solomon, installed pillars at the Red sea where the children of Israel exited. Biblical archaeologist, Mark Chigall located a chariot axle in the sea) God owned the mountain, smoke, thunder, lightning, proclaim His presence. He ordered that nothing, man or animal, should touch the mountain, anyone that did would be instantly killed. He gave the same instructions about the Ark of the Covenant. Built by His dimensions using acacia wood and gold. At one time, 50,070 Philistines killed for looking at the ark,. One man, Uzzah was killed for touching the Ark because of a stumbling Ox.

The first rules of behavior did not come from Mt. Sinai. God breathed into the first man a soul. Even those before Noah's flood, had a conscience (cir. 5000BC) They did not believe God: They all died except Noah and his family, and the animals God chose to save. God gave His chosen race, the Jews, commandments, laws by which to live. Foolishly, they disobeyed, and most died in the desert. We sink no lower in decadence than when we say “there are no absolutes”.

The absolutes of good and evil, the absolutes of the periodic table, mathematics, laws of physics-chemistry, tones of music, even animal nature, have never changed. Even though scientists, in their “wisdom” have messed around with their genomes. We are insane, if we think that the Sovereign God of the universe will continue to tolerate the killing of the most innocent of life (man, his chief creation) the decadence of sinful living God has invested in His chosen, the righteousness of His only son, Jesus Christ. He sees the righteousness of Christ in us... not our sins, not anything good about us. Sin's ruin and Christ's redemption is the message of the church, and God will most certainty, in my humble opinion, hold pulpit pimps responsible for not warning, both the saved and the unsaved concerning apodictic-absolutes.

A man's heart deviseth his way: but the LORD directeth his steps. (Proverbs 16:9)

Changes Made

For there's a change in the weather

There's a change in the sea
So from now on there'll be a change in me
My walk will be diff'rent my talk and my name
Nothin' about me is goin' to be the same,
I'm goin' to change my way of livin' if that ain't enough,
Then I'll change the way that I strut my stuff,
'cause nobody wants you when you're old and gray
Ther'll be some change made.

Song: Bennie Goodman
1938

This week, I received a letter from ;the alumni office, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill inviting me to my 60^th class graduation anniversary. Just think, I graduated from undergraduate school 60 years ago and, the very day I received this notification, I had taken a representative from the university to lunch because I have been very generous... my efforts to give of my means, to disabled students. The largest minority in America are the handicapped and disabled, and the most neglected. This totally blind, 100% disabled, service connected, medical officer of the Korean war knows the truth. I have never been able too get a white cane from the government although, from poverty, working my way through eight years of professional training in order to serve my country. Like most veterans, I am insulted and Americans should be embarrassed at the treatment of veterans and the disabled. I do not expect any changes, some efforts would have been made by this time.

It was interesting that the letter was signed by two individuals who I well remember were BPOC (Big People on Campus) One disease from which you never recover is poverty. I will never recover from the “Big I, little u” mentality on that college campus when I was a student. Perhaps with the racial and gender integration, changes have occurred since my graduation. At least, unlike the black people of my time, sweating through the poor preparation from a small country school, (13 in my graduating class) I was allowed to matriculate.

I so remember the “frat houses”, “frat boys”, those who came from expensive preparatory schools and large well-heeled public high schools. The “pain” of poor education in this state never felt more intently by anyone else. It was the grace of God, the fact that I knew I was not stuck where I started, no encouragement from any one else, except my parents, the generous, Bible believing people of Eastern NC , who purchased the Bibles I sold in the summer, the generous employers who employed me at night, that got me through the eight years. And, after military service as an army field grade officer, never giving up, surviving to dictate this letter. I do not blame the elitist on campus (members of the golden fleece, order of Gimghoul Castle, Rameses Club, etc.), they were who they were. In most cases, they came from elitist, well-connected families... connected to the democrat-superior political-social controlling, privileged-blue blood ancestry of the state. For years, traveling the world, I had a shadow of vision in one eye. I will never forget a vice president of Chase Manhattan Bank, NYC, telling me, your college education should involve “contacts”. Your social contacts are more important than any knowledge gleaned on any campus. And, if one thing I have learned in a long, eventful life, it is “who you know, not what you know.” Because of my Christian commitment, because I was never with the country club, golf course, happy hour crowd, it has been a matter of depending entirely on the mercies of God to get me “through it all.”

I went to one reunion of my medical class in New Orleans, one time was enough. One of my friends pointed out the expensive suits with which my classmates were attired (decked out) Of course, then as well as now, I was wearing second hand clothes.

I have refused to be a victim, not sought any solace or sympathy. The best men I have ever known were buried, serving their country. But, I cannot help but think of that cripple, laying every day, outside the Gate Beautiful, of the temple at Jerusalem (referred to by Luke (Acts 3:2) temple destroyed by Romans 70AD.) This crippled man had laid outside the temple for 40 years, begging. Just think, only one life to live, all kinds of weather, normal body fluids like the rest of us. I'm sure all the disciples, like Peter and John, had passed him many times... just as those “concerned” people worshiping in the temple. But this day, and it was the poor-crippled-beggars day, Peter was brave enough to attempt his God-given gift of healing. The people in the temple were amazed that this man was jumping with joy, hanging on to Peter and John. You see, these “religious” people in the temple just as “religious” elitists on campus and elsewhere, people think that faith-grace-belief, is a perception, not a reality. God designed each of us, the poor, the ugly, the disabled, all in His image. This writer is glad to have known those on the college campus, those in fields, making a living through crops, those from cotton mills making a living through sweat... ALL who realized that when God created man, he breathed into him life with a soul... a soul that never dies.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Lethargy

It was new and a real mystery to me, “Rush Week” at the university. Colleges and universities with fraternities, sororities, “so-called” Greek houses, elitist social fraternities where living arrangements, meals are served, for the elitist students... those from the “well-connected” families were Rushed into membership. I understand that the most exclusive collegiate fraternity in the world, the one to which the Bushes, (41 & 43) Kennedys, John Kerry were members, (skull and bones) requires a membership of several thousand dollars just to get in, very much like the famous Yellowstone Country Club, Montana, to which Warren Buffet, Bill Gates, Ted Turner, are members, requires an initiation fee of several million to get in and then daily fees can run $650.00.

I remember walking by these fraternity houses, Chapel Hill, hearing all the partying, profanity, emanating from these buildings and I would wonder, Just what goes on there but, this “outsider” has had a curiosity about what goes on in many places, some rich homes-country clubs-golf clubs, even some “social” churches. Two Alabama state officials invited this veteran to a meeting at Tuscaloosa, Alabama on a football weekend. Of course, “Bear Bryant-Crimson Tide,etc.”, this was the social enlightenment, debutante-antebellum cloture scene of the old South. I thought, now I KNOW WHAT ELITISM IS ALL ABOUT. As these “frat” men were greeted by the butlers, who, too, like them, inherited the jobs of caring for these “upper-sets”. There were dining room buffets covered with food. My companions, outstanding men, the many there to whom I was introduced, all from a caste of privilege. I was there because of my degrees and military rank... I KNEW “MY PLACE”. But, I know how to handle myself in any situation, elitist or poor. I lived poor but know that I should not put my hands in my pockets around prestigious people such as a Governor or President.

One of my friends there, a professional-business man of privilege and connections, having matriculated many years previously said, “the parties never end in a fraternity house because you would be forced to clean up.” Very much like alcoholics who keep drinking because they do not want to face a hangover. In my lifetime, this is the essence-truth of what has happened to our country, your news every day, every problem in your life, your nation refusing to stop borrowing-spending... just increasing debt, now to the place that it can never be repaid. Most, when in a hole, stop digging. Not only does our government keep digging, but keeps raising the debt ceiling. In every business there are ups and downs, natural as breathing in and out. You learn to live through these times. But, with government, only ups, never downs because it would be “unpopular” with the electorate, particularly one half the population... entitled, to live off the work-tax of the others.

In my lifetime, from a time of “pay as you go”, lay away plans, debt and credit has taken over.

The question is asked me, what are Christians to do in a time like this, credit cards? “the Big I, little U mentality of idol worship... cell phones, plasma TVs, houses and businesses under water. The answer, the Christian does not get himself into this mess... credit, mortgages, loans for any and everything. Just as a new creation in Christ prepares for a realistic life on earth, an expected life after death, He prepares for the realities. Life is reality, not perception.

In Samaria (2 Kings 6), the Syrian army in camp nearby, the people in the fortressed city starving, even to the extent of cooking and eating their own babies, a donkey's head selling for $1200.00, even eating bird poop, the prophet Elisha told the starving people that they would soon have cheap flour and barley. The government-paid gatekeeper mocked Elisha.

However, outside the gate, 4 lepers, not permitted to enter the city, starving to death, one said to the others: Why sit we here until we die? If entering the city, where everyone was staving, they would die. The lepers decided to go to the encampment of the Syrian army, the enemy. There, they found that the Syrian army had fled, leaving behind food, silver, gold, clothing. The lepers filled themselves, hid part of the treasure, and then went back to the starving people of Samaria and told them what had they had found. The people trampled the government gate-keeper, as they rushed to the Syrian camp.

The poet said, “God moves in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform” hymn by William Cowper. God had put into the ears of the Syrian army sounds of rushing, mighty forces, and they had fled, leaving everything.

There are no surprises with God. He is in charge of everything... knows how to care for His own. When you have government, government officials with all their decadence and satanic behavior (President Obama, Congress, IMF, bankers), then you have what THEY can do. But, when you have God on your side, (His promises, prophesies) then you have what God can do. He does not have a calendar, does not wear a watch, never gets rushed, but will be there ahead of you... not lethargic

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Metaphoric-Ballyhoo

In literature, a metaphor is a figure of speech in which a word or phrase gives emphasis to an idea, best known, Jesus telling us that He is the Light of the World, the Bread of Life, water, door.

If you or I were writing the Bible, or many other books, these books would surely be lengthy because we would spend much time explaining, adding-on, leaving no room for one's own imagination. We usually get what we need to know certainly, God's Word, much is none of our business, He gives us what we need to know.

It has been thrown in my face many times, 1^st Chapter of Genesis, And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. God spoke before He created vocal cords-lungs. To the bantam Baptists, puny Pentecostals, effervescing Episcopalians, most of us worship an infinite God. He was there before the universe was created, can hold the oceans of the world in the palms of His hand, measure the Himalayas with His fingers, stick His foot into the Marianas trench of the Pacific ocean.

Just seven verses in the 10^th chapter of Luke gives us the parable of the Good Samaritan, a metaphorical story for time and eternity describing Jesus' idea of the way we should treat one another.

I have traveled the 16 miles from Jerusalem to Jericho, down hill all the way. This is where the man, on foot, fell among thieves, robbed, was left to die in a ditch. A priest and Levite came by and offered no assistance. They probably thought that the man had already been robbed and there was nothing for them or, IF already dead, Jews were not allowed to touch the dead, or knowing the reputation of that area, a man with money should not have been walking there. But, here comes a Samaritan, who “supposedly” had nothing to do with Jews. He did what he could for his fellow man in the ditch and took him to a nearby inn. The good Samaritan was evidentally of good reputation because, unlike today, credit cards, credit investigation, the inn-keeper was willing to care for the man simply because of the Samaritan’s word, the Samaritan’s good name.

This writer knows a stock-broker who told me, that after a dinner party at his home, the first thing he and his wife checked, their silver, to see if any guests left with silver flatware. The greatest business expense for most merchants, theft by employees. More families split from problems with inheritance than any other reason. You understand salvation when you understand the sower. Most miss out on the abundance and spirit of God because of “things.” And the cares of this world, and the deceitfulness of riches, and the lusts of other things entering in, choke the word, and it becometh unfruitful. (Mark 4:19)

Just living, daily routine, easy maintenance, much easier than days of magnificence. They go by so fast, each day should be greeted with magnanimity, a display of noble generosity. You can give without loving but you cannot love without giving; treasurer, time, YOU with others and God.

In the ballyhoo of life's turbine ever turning and twisting, remember true discipleship: 1. Are we aware that God embolds us? He never makes an appointment. From His holy spirit within us, trusts us, as we trust Him, to do what is right. 2. Are we convinced that God is able to do anything?, can do anything, His way, whether we like it or not. .

Sportswriter, Grantland Rice said, “class is a hard thing to define but you know it when you see it.” Rich politicians such as Diane Feinstein, Barbara Boxer, John Kerry. Financial giants such as Warren Buffet, Bill Gates believe that all of us should lift ourselves by our own boot straps. Many do not have boots. Most diseases are curable, but you never recover from poverty. Children who have stood in welfare, unemployment lines, with parents, or alone themselves, never recover, however, you never forget one who stoops to offer a helping hand. One does not aim for the peak of success, but rather a lofty plateau from which you can reach down and help others.

Primitive Extraterrestrials

Billionaire George Soros, one of the world’s richest men, who got his start scavenging the estates of his fellow Jews in Germany who had died in the holocaust, the financier of Obama's rise to socialist power, “leap-frogging” every economic insurrection to make himself richer, America poorer, has said we are living in the worst days in history. He is expecting a revolution, led by the “occupiers” which he has financed... mostly young people despising the American republic and who, like the Russian proletariat of almost exactly 100 years ago, seek to equalize, spread the wealth, through bloody streets if necessary, destroying capitalism.

This writer has traveled-visited almost every nation in which communism has been tried. Without exception, always, it is the purveyor of dissatisfaction to disgruntled people willing to fight for an ideal who put such as Soros and Obama into power, insulating their increased wealth. It is a fable that comrades of communism are equal. Those at the top, however they get there, (Soros, Obama, Chavez) from lofty perches of riches, look down on those who put them there.

The dismantling of the constitution, defilement of religious decency, such as happened in Russia, China, Korea, even Cuba, almost took over in America during the FDR Great Depression. Books have been written about that time in American history, so easy to disown books. It is up to us who lived through it, to remind others about the horrors of that economic-sociological event. You are who you are because of your birth, your DNA, the marvels of your ancestry.

For years, I have talked and written about my memories of that time, starving people, starving farm animals. Human beings living like those I have seen in third world countries, shacks with dirt floors, entire towns closed with boarded up store buildings, even once prospering families riding in wagons pulled by mules.

I must have been four or five years of age. My parents-grandparents did not shelter me from anything. An old woman in the community died, A TOTALLY DESTITUTE FAMILY. Like her mother before her, these destitute families sent for my mother to prepare the woman for burial. (my grandmother-mother delivered the babies and laid out the dead) My own mother wore dresses, carefully made from hog-feed sacks, and so was this woman's shroud. I still remember the wood coffin put in the church on “saw-benches”. Cousin Floyd hauling the coffin to the graveyard on the back of his pickup truck.

Twenty-five miles south west of Chicago (Daily Mail Reporter), the dead are being buried in wood boxes, indigent mass burials, common graves. When this writer traveled India, several times, walked the streets of Calcutta where “death-wagons” still roamed the streets, early morning hours, picking up the dead. (street people born, living, dying on the streets) We think that it could never happen here. Europe is gone, the roots of western civilization (Greece, Italy, Spain, Portugal, etc.) where there was magnificence in religion, commerce, philosophy allowed decadence to take over and their nations overrun, not by terrestrials-aliens from another planet, but primitive nomads demanding acceptance of their foreign thoughts in religion, tearing down of their disciplines, seizing-sharing their wealth. Of course, there were the academics, liberals who thought that the actions of the foreign nomads was FAIR. Like retirement, vacations, entitlements, fairness is a new notion, certainly not found in Holy scriptures.

Even with the disparity between people, places, things in America, Europe, and over the world, as has always been the case. (some eat from gold plates as others eat from begging bowls)

The most expensive restaurant in the world is “Noma”, Copenhagen Denmark. Seating 40, 80 servers and workers, you wait months to get a reservation and your meal costs hundreds of dollars. The enticement of the place, to the rich and famous, new taste sensations... vinegar type residue from grass, bark, insects, marine life. Food served must be in season and local, but mostly a reinvention of Nordic cuisine.

World famous, Cleveland Clinic states that one-half American adults are obese, one-sixth of American children are obese. Nutritionists-neurologists, such as Russel Blaylock, MD tell us that Americans are obese eating wrong-cheap food while cells in the body are starving for nutrition. Like investing, healthcare pays well if you start early. The Kingdom of God is here and now, as well as eternal, in spite of circumstances, a rich inner life.

Christian poet, T.S. Eliot said, “In the good times, affluent men have left a legacy of Highways and golf balls.” The young lions do lack, and suffer hunger: but they that seek the LORD shall not want any good thing. (Psalm 34:10)

For the LORD God is a sun and shield: the LORD will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly. (Psalm 84:11)

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

A Slap at New Hanover County Christians AND our Blessed Lord

Mr. Ted Davis, Chairman

New Hanover County Commissioners

Re: Local News Coverage pertaining to your January 23^rd meeting... the concerns of this Christian.

Mr. Davis & Members of the Board of commissioners:

These are the times that try men's souls. Anyone, anywhere, unconcerned about the world, flesh, devil, taking over the Christian church, this democratic republic, are too naive to vote or care.

I refuse to forfeit my right to condemn your actions, removing Christian prayer from your meetings. We will find who, gospel, minister, or otherwise,will be spineless enough to bow to your wishes.

The Apostle Paul said, “I bear in my body the marks of our Lord Jesus.” I have the marks. I am a totally blind, 200 disabled, service connected, medical officer, veteran of the Korean Conflict. I believe that 90% of Christian faith is courage. I had the courage to give my eyes for YOUR country. In this age of “political-correctness”, I dare challenge your actions. I speak for the veterans, the disenfranchised, those who have not won any votes for election, left out of life's lottery. I have a filing cabinet filled with letters to agencies for the disabled. Particularly, Americans With Disabilities Act, FTC, FCC, SEC, VA (seeking help for fellow veterans), people who do not use your parks, libraries, jails, and many other things for which we pay taxes. Your county manager, before Mr. Shell, even while applying for a job in Durham, told me he had never read anything about the ADA. Your veteran’s representative, I just know the name Bob, would not respond to me about anything. The chairman of the BVA (Blind Veterans Association) said to me one time by phone, “If there has ever been a person who should be on Oprah, it is you... a man, though blind, traveled the world, from zero became a multimillionaire, from zero, though blind, self-sufficient, at 82 home and still in business.

I do not want to give you the pleasure of believing I am playing the victim’s card. “Jesus paid it all, all to Him, I owe”. Next to this insult to my Savior, my driver (Joe Rusch, who still works for me) and I finding two law enforcement officers, having broken into the back door of my house, leaving my house as we were entering. My driver said, “this man is a blind veteran” The officer said, “I know he is a veteran, there is a decorated uniform hanging in his closet.” You see, every time I complain about government things, government tries to find something to harass me about. (real estate, vehicle) I may not be right, but I want my church, government, law officers, both elected and hired, to be right. Twice, my telephone lines cut. Deputy Owens, of your department, told me I would be killed before anything was done. Until I put an alarm system on my house, I kept cement blocks at the doors. For a blind person, housebound, living alone, nothing's more threatening than a break-in or fire. Now, beyond comprehension to a once Christian Nation (Supreme Court 1799-1892) prayers to Sovereign God, our Creator, taken from the schools, civic clubs, the graduation at the local university, and now your meetings. I have met commissioners Barfield, Thompson, Berger. I cannot believe that they sat there, passive, and said nothing while this insult ensued.

I have been on “talk-radio”, local, national shows, for years, not just by blog but a writer in many publications. I have never hesitated to discuss the bigotry-discrimination in this county where I have spent most of my life. Perhaps this is the reason that your local people ignore me. Supposedly, you have a representative for the blind. Once, only once, Rebecca Koziah came to my house , because I had called a local radio station asking about a machine that read the newspaper. Even though there have been hundreds of articles about this blind man, who has traveled the world, lived a productive life, pays more taxes that he ever thought he would make, she maintained she had never heard of me. Even though I knew well Judge Cathey (blind judge for whom one building in Raleigh is named, Governors such as Sanford, Moore, Hunt, & Easley... my largess at Mount Olive College, UNC-CH, etc.) I know about political appointments. Early on, even your county manager, Powell, came to my house to tell me I would not be appointed to anything (I had applied to the public health and library boards) because of my blindness and being a rabid republican. Just two weeks ago, a veteran’s meeting at the old USO building, just one block from my downtown home. (I have a beach house) Not once, all these years, has any veteran's group or politician offered to help me get to such meeting. You felt free to give away the old law enforcement building to the First Baptist church of which I was a long time member (back then, the church had $13 million in a reserve fund – Jay Phillips, assistant pastor) On local radio, I have offered $1000.00 cash to anyone who can show that any church, veteran's group, civic club... holidays or any day, has done anything for this totally blind citizen.

I knew Jocephus Daniels, editor of the Raleigh News & Observer, the present editor, Henry Belk, blind, editor from Goldsboro, and many other productive citizens, disabled or normal. Our Creator, somethingness from nothingness could take a boy from a poverty-stricken tobacco farm, Eastern North Carolina, pitiful country school (13 in my graduating class) without grants, loans, or anything, guide me through eight years of university education, working - nights, classes - day, field grade medical officer, eyes for YOUR country, over fifty years of blackness, JC, young man of North Carolina, speaker, writer, paying to your county, much tax, and still be embarrassed by your insulting my Savior... the One, past, present, future, sufficient, leading me all the way. I recommend Him to you.

Christian references removed from political organizations

Posted: Jan 23, 2012 4:25 PM EST Updated: Jan 23, 2012 4:25 PM EST

NEW HANOVER COUNTY, NC (WECT) – Commissioners in New Hanover County made it clear during their meeting Monday morning that the invocation cannot reference Jesus or Christ. Referencing a specific God is now against the law.

A group pressed charges in Forsyth County saying they favored Christianity, and the Fourth District Court of Appeals refused to hear an appeal to the case that says political organizations can't have prayer the names a specific God.

New Hanover County Commissioner Chair Ted Davis said the county usually has a local minister give the invocation at the beginning of meetings.

Since the appeal was denied and the ruling is law, Davis said New Hanover County would be breaking the law if they let someone include Christ in a prayer before the commissioners meeting.

"I think it's a sad day, but that's from a personal standpoint," said Davis. "But again, that is the law and we're going to abide by the law."

The words "non-sectarian invocation" was written at the top of Monday's agenda packet. Previous agendas just said "invocation" on them.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Importance of Remembering

David Hockney, becoming, in his sunset years one of England's more famous artists. He has returned to his homeland, a place still filled with memories, after spending most of his life painting and photographing the light and colors of Southern California. His work, now selling at great prices punctuated by the swimming pools and bodies of the “beautiful people”. Memories of the past, he has exchanged the “jet-set” for the pastorals of homeland.

This writer becomes so depressed knowing that he is the only person on earth, from his own family, the community in which he was reared, who knows anything of their past. Most did not care, just thinking of today. Most think life 100, 150, 200 years ago, was the same as today, travel, commerce, communication. They think there were always paved roads, telephones, power lines, grocery stores. There were few roads, mostly paths in the country, each family was forced to be self-sufficient. I would talk about my family's community store, a barn-like structure, a few shelves for commodities available such as flour and sugar. The old cider mill, used by my great grandfather to produce vinegar. It should have been preserved, just as the old cotton gin building, put together with wooden pegs. So sturdy, I can still remember it's refusal to come down. You would grind your own coffee in a coffee mill, a spinning wheel for cloth. I remember the two surreys (horse-drawn two seat buggies) rotting with the arrival of vehicles.

In this day of plasticity, cheap transparent cellophane, some will not believe that glass was so expensive, expensive to have windows in your house. Glass in the front door, a sign of prosperity. Windows in barns and many homes were solid shutters, a sign of success was the pump organ, later the piano, and even later the Gramophone-Victrola in a home. I recently sold my collection of Edison cylinder recordings. Of course there were no canned goods, no cardboard boxes, glass canning jars, a real treasure.

I become even more depressed thinking of the antique furniture, thrown out or given away to bring in bright and shiny veneer. Chairs were valuable, people sat around the table on homemade benches. I recently sold a homemade fireplace chair and another homemade chair to a collector in Canada. Only a blind person can appreciate a chiming clock, and I do remember the large chiming clocks in the homes of my Grandparents, clocks which their decedents did not want, nor their furniture. They preferred to throw out the carefully made bed quilts for machine made blankets, iron skillets, real pottery for plasticized “dishes” which they had the audacity to call china.

I am disgusted to think that many relatives were much more interested in filling their bellies at family gatherings and other times than preserving the antiquarian collections and memories of those with whom they will never have further contact, much like a forgotten family cemetery, weeds and bushes, overturned tombstones.

Recently, I gave two ancient covered bowls, brought over from England with the arrival of my people on the New Jersey shores, founders of Morristown, to the heritage room of a local college, I did not get a thank you, faculty and students at this college think there has always been fast food restaurants.

In my ancestral church, I remember the cut glass pitcher, silver goblets in a time when many ”so-called” believing church members have never participated at the Lord's table. These like precious-expensive-photograophs of old saints, should have been preserved.

Christ told us to remember Him at His table, the Lord's table, not at Christmas, Easter, feast days, but at His table remembering His precious blood shed for all sin, past present, future. His body, stripes, all sickness-healing, past, present, future. (Isaiah 53) We show our love by this remembrance and if we love, we can hardly wait to remember him at His table. Don’t forget the pit from which you were dug. (Isaiah 51:1) No matter how humble, your home, your church, your school, and those who guided you, keep memories alive.

Evel Knievel Economics

The Baltimore Sun's most famous writer H.L. Mencken who died in 1956 said, “No one ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of the American people." IF he had lived 51 years longer and seen real national stupidity, the dismantling of the US constitution, he, like this writer, would have more to say. Sufficient to say, you have lived to see an almost exact replication of what happened in Germany, Weimar Republic. Everything legal, everything immoral, just before Naziism and Hitler.

We remember Evel Knievel daredevil car and canyon jumper who died in 2007 (lung cancer) and who left his daredevil antics to his son Robbie, amazing, people who actually paid money to see him almost kill himself on a motorcycle, jumping 141 feet over cars or canyon. At one time or another he had broken every bone in his body. Showing again, what people are willing to do to make money and what people will spend to watch stupidity.

A nation, conceived in liberty, dedicated to the proposition that all me are free... free to be stupid or wise. We were wise enough to build the United States of America into the world's greatest industrial, educational, humanitarian, and military power. From America, men went to the moon as well as exploring every geographical and academic challenge. We had the courage to fight in many wars as well as send religious missionaries and agencies to relieve suffering around the world. Men and women risked death on the high seas as well as tunneling through the ground to get here... the opportunities awaiting. Nothing showed the American Spirit was more enticing than music and movies. This writer has traveled the world, every continent, passport stamped at least once in 157 different countries. I have been in many countries many times, always, young people wanting me to assist them in getting here. In communist countries, students begged me to send them books. They had heard of great writers (Faulkner, Hemingway, etc.) but were unable to read their books. Many had a hunger for the Bible, the courage to have faith, to dream about democracy, success.

IF, a blind-deaf robber had invaded your house, surely you would be aware of his stumbling-bumping while moving around, would know that you have been invaded. America, intelligence agencies, law enforcement, technology of every type, does not yet know she has been invaded. In twenty-four years, the world's greatest creditor nation has become the world's greatest debtor nation. Entitlements, derivatives, public and private debts which can never be repaid, 50% of the population do not pay tax, live off the other 50%, 47% of the population on food stamps, 57% of the population depending on subsidies. Lobbyists and Wall Street control... Martha Stewart was sent to prison for supposed insider trading but the halls of congress are crammed with securities brokers dealing with congress. Congressional democrats increased their net woth by 740% last year. Members of congress are not subject to the same SEC regulations as the rest of us. Senator-presidential candidate John Kerry, better known for marrying rich widows, made much money selling stock as the Obama healthcare process developed. Senator-Governor, John Corzine, MF Global thief hides the fact that the worst offenders in his scam were John Kerry and Nancy Pelosi. And so it goes in Washington, and the “unholy” prostitution with Wall Street. The Washington decadence-vulgarities usually have a money trail-Charlie Rangel,Jessie Jackson, Jr. etc. According to Judicial Watch, the ten most corrupt politicians are as follows:

S. Bachus, A. Hastings, E. Holder, J. Jackson, Jr., President B. Obama, M. Waters, D. Young, L. Richardson, D. Rivera Dishonorable Mention: J. Edwards, B. Frank, N. Gingrich, J. Napoloitano, N. Pelosi, C. Rangel, H. Rogers, K. Sebelius. (6 are Republican and 11 are democrat) I have never known a person elected to public office, local, state, or national who did not return from his time of “servitude”, rich... whether Lyndon Johnson who went back to Texas with $53 Million, the rich Kennedy clan who park their millions in a South Pacific Island Bank, or the rich Bushes... still wheeling and dealing as did the President's (41 & 43) father and grandfather, Senator Prescott Bush, who laundered German-Dutch money during WWII. This blind veteran (never able to get a white cane from the VA) speaks for all veterans, disenfranchised Americans. The money hungry despots of prosperity should be hunted down and hanged or at best, flogged. What has happened to the 5000 tons of gold, supposedly owned by the American people? When was an inventory done at Fort Knox, Federal Reserve?

On this 39^th year since the infamous Supreme Court decision legalizing abortion, from which time, 54 million of the most innocent babies have been killed, 3000 a day, (1400 black, 52% of all black babies) young people are beginning to realize what lies ahead for them. Their parents-grandparents, quiet as tax payers killed, as in other countries where socialism-abortion took over, euthanasia of old people, ultimate solution.

Like Evel Knievel, a nation on a cycle, high in the air... BUT WAIT, this is crazy, how did I get here, maybe I'll die trying to land.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Aunt Jemima & Hazel

From the beginning of time, there has been the attitude, “Big I, Little u.” It is only the child, black or white, who has witnessed elitists (bankers, academics, commercial enterprise owners, etc.) looking down at your less educated-less prosperous parents who have empathy-understanding, about that which I speak.

We remember the maid, Hazel, running around trying to satisfy her employer. We remember Aunt Jemima always as a servant. How well we remember Hattie McDaniel, first black actress to receive an academy award for her portrayal as “Mammy” in Gone With the Wind. How well I remember when she received the award, saying, ”I want to be an asset to my race.” Coming from the poverty of an Eastern North Carolina tobacco farm, small country school, everyone in the community, poor, I did not realize the “caste” system in America until I matriculated at the university. Since then, I have seen the caste system in India, witnessed the collectivist system in communist countries, every day, hear about the increasing welfare system in America.

The liberal-democrat politicians-academics-”do-gooders”, who so decry inequality-discrimination are in the forefront (underneath the artificial guise of concern) against there conservative, God-fearing, tax-paying, fellow men, who walk the walk and talk the talk of responsible living-integrity.

No better place to see this than the news media, the inequality toward republican party coverage, their hatred of Christianity, there disdain for fathers, particularly white fathers, in their “love-affair”-promotion of the gay agenda. After all, you build up evil by cutting down the good.

My father was the work-ingest man I have ever known, very successful land owner-farmer, (kept poor by the government) barber on weekends, builder-carpenter during the winter months, chairman of the local school board, and backbone of the church, built by he and my mother's grandparents. To my face, ne’er do well relatives and neighbors have said, “your daddy was a very peculiar man”. I understand they have said the same thing about me, especially family. Yes, like Peter, James, and John-peculiar-our citizenship not in this world. But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light; (1 Peter 2:9) Only when you understand the sore, do you understand the Bible, WORD OF GOD, a book which so many do not want to understand. (Mark 4) Same sore, same seed. Some fell where nothing happens, some fell on rocks, thin soil. Little root, soon died, some fail in the bushes of cares, riches, lusts, and did not produce, but some fell on good ground... God knowing the ending as well as the beginning of everything, knew the soil would produce... knowing that some with sight would not perceive, some with hearing would not understand. HE IS BOSS. No surprises with God, He knows what He is doing. He chose Jacob instead of Esau, grandsons of Abraham and Sarah, while still in Rebecca's womb, having never sinned, works of any type, Jacob was chosen. Thank God, cling to Him, if you have the GIFT of being chosen, elected. (Romans 8, 9)

I am convinced, without the shadow of a doubt, that the soul elected, chosen of God, can achieve anything, even retrieved from the mire of sin's degradation. He enables you, through His redemption, because He wants you to shower off the grime no matter who you are, where you are, in spite if yourself, if you have trust in the “reset button”, eternal life is yours, a gift.

Like a slow motion train wreck, unbelievers, pretenders, protagonists on seats in the train, indifferent, half awake, everyone with just one life to live, paralyzed in a mantra of deception, most thinking there will be some “magical” escape. Not so, the sore is responsible. Those we disdain, may be of supreme IMPORTANCE-SELECTION to Him.

People in the world have learned to live in boxes, housing, vehicles, schools, churches, all box-like. They want to compartmentalize their lives, a compartment for survival (all will soon panic when their savings, anything else in the system is gone) Family, associates, vocation, spiritual life. If you are a child of God, saved, chosen, elected, you cannot compartmentalize. The Holy spirit of God, Peace, Comforter, Healer, righteousness within you, MUST always prevail.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Walking The Tightrope

Twice in my life, while sighted, I have seen tightrope walking. Once, at the NC State Fair, Raleigh and then at the Bolshoi Circus, Moscow, Russia. Now for these daredevils, walking on a tight wire in the sky, knowing the danger involved, distance of a fall, their life skill is carefulness, as well as fitness.

The fastest growing part of the American population, those over 85 years of age. People are living longer but the quality of life, on the decline because, patches, band-aids from modern science are keeping us alive. Health clinicians do not live on “pill hill”, have two Mercedes' parked in the driveway, keep their younger children in expensive private schools-their older children in expensive universities, dance-riding-yoga lessons without wringing every dime possible from patients. You do not make money from dead people or well people.

Most can coast along, most of the way, eating what they want and as Sinatra sang, “Doing it my way.” Those who live until 90 learn to eat correctly, exercise. They do not poison their body, slow suicide, with the chemicals of prescription drugs. If smart, you take the holistic approach. Our blessed Lord put every herb, plant, mineral we need for health, right before our very eyes and, if you supplement an intelligent diet (fresh fruits, vegetables, meats, water) with real supplements of herbs, vitamins, and minerals, eliminate the toxins from your body, keep moving with exercise as well as sufficient rest, you will probably live to the age of 90. After the age of 90, IT IS A MATTER OF GENETICS. If your ancestors, living reasonable lives, got old, you will probably get real old.

I participated at the funeral of the first graduate of NC State, who lived to be 100, one of the finest men one could ever know, a life of honoring God, kindness to his fellow man, fasting and praying. With years of study, I firmly believe that more people dig their grave with a fork, than any other way. We want to blame much of life's difficulties on smoking cigarettes. We know that early tobacco was used as a curative. I was reared on a tobacco farm, pests, worms,insects of any type, loved tobacco. From the time the seed was put into the ground for plants that were transferred to the fields, poisons were used then, as the tobacco plant grew in the field, to about 6 feet tall, large luscious leaves, stomata (breathing pores on leaves), gummy, (sticky, viscid, residue on leaves) poisons were used to fight insects and disease. Until, the leaves were put in curing barns where, because of tremendous heat, the leaves were dried, including the poisons on the leaves, to make the degraded leaves for the cigarette product, smoking, chewing, snuff. Snuff and chewing tobacco were sedatives... calming effect on the nervous system. Tobacco farms in the South gave employment to a large part of the American population, cigarette factories, advertising. Great universities were built from these tobacco fortunes. (Duke, Wake Forest, Campbell, etc.)

Selling Bibles, door to door, throughout this section of the world, Eight years, summers, while a university student, I spent some time with my Aunt at their White Lake vacation home. Her son, my cousin, pilot, spent his summers ”crop dusting” the huge tobacco, corn, soy fields. I can still see him, his clothing covered with poison. I advised him to keep his mouth and nose covered with a surgeon's mask. Like many who neglect their health for looks. (he did not think he would look as pretty with a covering over his face) He died, early in life, from esophageal cancer. Often, in practice, I advised patients about health habits. Most just wanted a quick fix, a pill. It is only when you face death that you realize the value of life. The magnificent design of the human body. Don't get careless when you walk the tightrope.

Toxicity from planes or GMO plants cause birth defects. You have the same skeletal defects in children exposed to GMO's or other poisons that you have in chickens that have been exposed. Some grains have been more contaminated than others. Wheat and Barley not as contaminated as soy. But, as shown in liver biopsies, both human and animal, enough genetic modification, enough poison from water systems, chem trails, and all will be lost, if not direct death, starvation. Spraying RoundUp on the weeds in your yard or your crops, same result as antibiotics for every sickness. Before long, nature always compensates, super-germs, super-weeds. This year, 2012, London, Queen's Jubilee, the Olympics. Olympians have already been warned about eating certain foods, so contaminated, to keep one out of competition for drug use.

He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust. Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence. (Psalm 91 1-3)

Plato's Retreat

I remember exactly where I was standing in Manhattan, corner of 51^st Street and 2^nd Avenue. I probably had a shadow of vision at that time, even though I walked with a white cane. A pickup truck with two girls stopped at the corner and one asked me this question, “can you tell me the location of Plato's Retreat?” Of course, as most informed people, I had heard of the place, knew that it was somewhere in the area. But I said, “you nice girls do not need to go there.”

New York City is an eclectic collection of decadence, gay bath houses, pornographic stores. In order to make vulgarity available to both sexes, denizens of iniquity, satanic forces produced Plato's Retreat, membership and guests limited to straights, not gays where sexual activity was permitted between straight couples and lesbians. There was an attempt to have a plurality of females with no alcohol or drugs allowed. So, it was not a night club, rather a sex club. The infamous sex club had a disco dance floor, sauna, swimming pool, for nudity, an assortment of “kinky” types, celebrities, suburbanites, swingers. Because of HIV/AIDS, attempts were made to shut down the gay bath houses and subsequently shut down the heterosexual “parlors.”

Strange that such a facility should be named for Plato, along with Socrates and Aristotle, scholars, first intelligentsia of Western Civilization. 400 years before the birth of Jesus, the sign above the door of Plato's academy (1^st academic institution) read, "Let no one unversed in geometry enter here". From the beginning, and even in the time of Jesus, discrimination and the courage of intelligence were observed. The only time we have record of Jesus writing anything was in discussing the heterosexual sins of the woman at the well and the humanity of things which caused people to come together... even a drink of cool water. Mankind was designed by God, told to procreate. Sex is a gift from God, designed, desired, by all animals and plants. Everything, reproduction, maturation, preservation, whether the physiology of cells, electrical impulses, or even your ability to speak certain languages, depends on the combination of masculine and feminine. Like GMO's (Genetically Modified Organisms), destroying the reproductive ability of crops, or saccadic chemicals, poisoning our water systems, slow suicide as medicines in the body, the time has come for us to face the facts of what we are doing to ourselves, our world, our food and water sources. Now, corporate agriculture operations just as in America and the Ukraine, are taking over central and south America, peasant farmers thrown off their land in Honduras. In many countries of the world, grain crops, such as corn, defined and resolved for centuries by those whose generations had known the land best... water, seasons, etc., replaced by GMO, chemical trauma (chemicals such as RoudUp as with antibiotics growing super germs, growing super weeds.) Decadent-irrational sexual practices and, stupidity beyond expression, food and water sources plus environment are leading to our own self-imposed plagues. We know of the frogs and flies, the Blood of the Nile. God help us that our children and grandchildren will be “passed over” in His wrath against those who have brought destruction to the “seed” (procreating genes) of animals as well as plants

A gold medalist in the 2008 Olympics in a 50 meter rifle target event, who was easily the gold winner, in the last firing, shot at the wrong target... having trained for 25 years. After 2000 years on this side to the cross of Jesus Christ, 4000 years preceding the cross of Jesus Christ, all given by God for our instruction and because He loves us, have we come this far to fall so fast?

The most important action for those who claim the name of Christ, 2012, fasting and praying. There is nothing better than fasting, to cleanse and heal the human body, vacuum cleaner-disposal, ridding the body of toxins. Prayer changes everything, the greatest power in the universe. Churches like nations, have lost the fear of the Lord. If I shut up heaven that there be no rain, or if I command the locusts to devour the land, or if I send pestilence among my people; If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land. (2 Chronicles 7:13,14)

The good grain among the tares (tares have taken over the churches, nations), and even though it is our honor to suffer for Him, He has the power to separate us, through His Holy Spirit in our lives, giving us the dreams and plans for our survival. We must prepare through education, learning holistic health methods for care. We must prepare by storing food, essential medicines, water supply. Water has become, in some places, as important as oil. When I was in India, a drought-stricken country, people “harvested” water... rain barrels. We must prepare financially. All you need to do is listen to the news, stealing everywhere, economic strangulation by nations, banks, investment and pension funds. If not nailed down, it will probably be stolen. You are only SAFE security-investments are those you can hold on to. The secret of the LORD is with them that fear him; and he will shew them his covenant. (Psalm 25:14)

American Airlines tells us that the favorite homosexual destination in the world is Tel Aviv, Israel. Gays are taking over the Holy Land. The most notorious city, New York City, police officers from police cars are body scanning people on the streets, supposedly searching for terrorists. 75% of the people say they do not care, willing to give up privacy for security. The priorities of most people are exactly backwards. The mystery of sin, that someone would choose evil instead of good. Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me (Psalm 51:10)

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Unglued

As fresh in my mind now as over seventy years ago, the innocence of a small child thrown against the ignorance and thuggery of older boys from totally dysfunctional homes and, this was an all white rural school, in the 1930's The first child of very proud parents, I had been taught how to behave... everywhere. I wore clean clothes, exceptional, Mensa student. It was in the boys bathroom that I discovered the lives of young hoodlums. They took out their disdain for the bookworm... trying to “pee” on him. If I were to return to the school, though blind, I could probably still find the corner in the building where I sought refuge-escape. One can only imagine what goes on in bathrooms, public schools, mix of races, mix of sociology today.

I thought about this when pictures were made of Marines “peeing on their enemy.” The one who made the photograph should be court marshaled. In war, bad things happen. Near the Chosun reservoir in South Korea the frozen dead bodies of Americans, stacked like cord wood. My uncle, South Pacific WWII, never recovered from his best friend spattered, standing next to him. Until he died, though uninjured when his friend was struck, he had a tremor in his body, every muscle jumped for which no physiological or neurological reason could be found, all psychological. War is hell on earth, and there is no other way to describe it. The tragedy, politicians and industrialists get rich, while the sons and daughters of the poor, pay the price.

I have never known an appointee to a military academy from a poor family. Appointment to the military academies belonged to the well-heeled, those with connections, those who have contributed to a congress-person's campaign. Of course, Senator McCain went to an academy, but his father and grandfather “flag” officers.

Why should Americans become unglued when young boys, most having never been away from home, even imagined the realities of war, are exposed to the most horrific weapons known to warfare. The greatest weapon in the military is Esprit de corps, the common spirit existing between members of a battle group, their affection and protection of one another. Do you expect one not to become unglued when he sees his friends spattered like “roadkill” anywhere?

When men fought with swords, even rifles, war was very personal. More were killed in WWII with bayonets than any other way. Modern warfare, soldiers playing with video games, aiming drones at targets, never recognizing the destruction of property and lives like the state-controlled media, judgmental, politically incorrect. Do you actually think that elected politicians, selected news media who visit sanitized war fronts actually see the truth?

Jesus, the way, the truth, the life (John 14:6,17:17) standing before Pilate and Pilate, said, “What is truth?” (Pilate was probably more interested in his 15 year old wife than the truth.) Satin is the prince of this world, wants everyone, loves war. He knows that nations will enslave citizens with debt to fight wars. Credit and debt is addictive. Lucifer is mentioned only one time in God's Word, (Isaiah 14:12) but his shadow there, as in our lives, inescapable. The best lessons in economics are not taught in the classroom, but in the reality of business. (license, payroll, taxes, employees). We are engaged in the present economic struggle because politicians, government, academia, have never run a business with the risk involved. We are engaged, unglued, in this ten year war because politicians, military “experts” have never seen or suffered the horrors of war. As General Smedley Butler said, “War is a racket.”

We are in a global financial cycle. Just as it took WWII to drag America out of the Great Depression, we think that an unglued world financial debacle will drag us out of this depression. There was a time when people, the world over, if they could not pay with cash, did without. With credit cards, fiat currency backed by nothing except thin air, around the globe, international lying, cheating, stealing by bankers and nations. The destruction of war, the treatment of dead, wounded, (even veterans) seems trivial and of little consequence. Unglued, anything goes, even the Captain can leave his sinking ship, even a Superpower, commander-in-chief, GLUED only to his self preservation.