Ordinary People, Ordinary Day

Other than those who have studied Bonnie and Clyde and their bank robberies there, or perhaps Mickey Mantle being born there, Joplin, Missouri is full of ordinary people and yesterday was an ordinary day. One can hardly imagine the tornado winds with so much force that they could strip the bark off of the trees!

This was the weekend in which Family Radio and its 89-year-old owner and founder Harold Camping, civil engineer and Bible scholar, had predicted the end of the world. Family Radio owns 66 stations worth $100 million, broadcasting around the world in 61 languages. Many of us were waiting with great expectation, the Christians of the world, to be caught up in the rapture. I was looking forward to having sight again. Some fruitcake denominations/religions, all-mixed-up, along with confused/lost unbelievers actually thought this sacred event pertained to, and included, them.

Amid the scoffing, joke-playing on believers, Neal Boortz, defamer-of-faith, said he would put empty clothing (all the apparel that a man would wear) by the street so that some would think they have been left behind. Another, on a local radio broadcast, actually said that nothing about religion could be believed, “for years they have been looking for Noah's Ark at the top of Mt. Everest.” Much like the woman at First Baptist Church (Wilmington, NC) who said that Golgotha was the giant that slew the disciple David. Or perhaps, like the one who worked for me, in an Episcopal Church every Sunday, who did not know there was an Old Testament and a New Testament in the Bible.

Harold Camping, the 89 year-old Bible scholar—for 60 years answering questions on radio about the Bible—may have been wrong, but always, even from the 1^st century, Christians-believers have been wrong about many things. During the 1^st century, they were looking for the immediate return of Christ.

Things at the church house have not improved, “a falling away”. (2 Thessalonians 2:3) Can one even imagine the newly-converted-to-Catholicism Tony Blair, going to a party with his priest Father Seed, being greeted at the door by a transvestite wearing a nun's habit? Even more beyond imagination, “falling away”, the Baptist Union University (Jackson, Tennessee) having Blair as the graduation speaker!

Ted Haggard is the bisexual pastor of St. James church (Colorado Springs, CO) . Ted was accused of a three-year relationship with a gay escort. After three weeks of counseling with some other pastors, he was pronounced as a bisexual. Not to be accused of racism... Bishop Eddie Long (De Calb County, GA) pastoring a mega-church with 25,000 members, lives in $4 million home. Not to be a gender discriminator...Dr. Robert Schuller of the bankrupt Crystal Cathedral, turned the pastorate over to his daughter, Sheila Coleman, who has preached against homosexuals in the choir and the congregation...much against her father's wishes: “I have a reputation worldwide of being tolerant of all people and their views”. Hitler's SS troops of WWII, professed tolerance. On their insignia, they had the words, “loyalty is a virtue”.

Brother Camping—as he is affectionately known by his millions of followers—like so many, is better known for his failures than his successes. 4000 books have been written about Abraham Lincoln, most pointing out his many failures; his one great success: becoming President in 1860. Babe Ruth struck out 1300 times, but he is remembered for hitting 714 home runs. Van Gogh painted 1700 canvas but only sold one in his lifetime...the last Van Gogh painting sold to the public sold for $71.5 million. Michael Jordan, reared in this city, was cut from the Laney High School team after he was ruled too short to play. Michael Jordan said about his failure, “I have missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I have lost almost 300 games. On 26 occasions I have been entrusted to take the game-winning shot... and missed. And I have failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why... I succeed. “

A real friend stands by you when you are in the wrong. Pitiful the individual, accused of anything, that is not supported by his family, even if he is in the wrong, even if he is guilty. This is the peril of politics. This totally blind, 100% disabled, service-connected medical officer veteran became active in local politics. At the time, believe it not (because I am now such a rabid Republican), I was President of the NC Young Democrats. The Democrat Party in North Carolina has been in power for over 100 years, mostly because of demography and decadence. Another Democrat had accused me of immorality, that I had been arrested at the Hotel Sir Walter in Raleigh with a prostitute. The local newspaper editor wrote, “how do these vicious rumors get started?” They start by vicious, jealous people at cocktail parties! Members of my family were the biggest purveyors of this gossip, especially one of my mother's sisters. She did not ask me if it were true.

I knew one boy, accused of rape. He was innocent, and was proven innocent, but not one member of his immediate family went to the trial, gave him any moral support. What would they have done if he was guilty, if he was in prison?

Swathmore College has published research on decision-making, concluding that we are corrupted by our many choices...in the grocery stores, even in the inspection of hotel rooms. Even for ordinary people on ordinary days, it may be necessary to make a decision...tornadoes, earthquakes, tsunamis, standing up for a family member or a friend, standing up for your spiritual belief. Faith, action based on belief, sustained by confidence. You need faith in life as well as in death.

Peripheral Vision

I have been totally blind for over 50 years. I am not just blind when out in public, with a white cane, holding onto my assistant's arm, but blind every moment of every 24 hour day. It is a blackness that no one can imagine, and only those who live everyday doing the very things that sighted people do (preparing your food, doing your laundry, shaving, dressing, taking your medicines and supplements, trying to keep your house somewhat in order, trying to remember where things are located) only then can you appreciate vision.

I never cease to be amazed that anyone going from one room to another must always turn on a light, and usually they never think to turn it off. I never cease to be amazed that people with good eyes and somewhat normal intelligence will come into my house and move a piece of furniture, when they should know full well that I more or less walk with my hands, feeling for furniture in certain places. After 50 years, I have given up on finding cleaning people who will clean and not completely turn my life upside down by moving everything.

Those of us in the eyesight business (and I was trained and practiced as an eye doctor in the military and elsewhere...chief of one of the Army's largest eye clinics) know all about central vision, blind spots, eye disease and even peripheral vision. In my youth, (and I thank God for the fact that I could see in my youth, before the war) I believe I had good peripheral vision, aware of things going on in the periphery of my visual field. The people who work for me do not have such vision, they never see anything. Do athletes and racecar drivers no longer have peripheral vision? I believe we have lost almost all vision in relation to other things. Surely we should be able to see what is going on in this world, that the “atheisizers”, Satanic forces of liberalism have taken over.

This morning's newspaper, in just one insignificant small-town on the coast of eastern North Carolina, contained these articles: “Prostitution sting leads to two arrests”, “Trial Date for ABC Administer Set” (this involves the ABC administrator of the county's liquor stores, with a total of 19 employees, who was paid $275,000 a year plus benefits. His son, his assistant, was paid $125,000 plus benefits. A builder who built an ABC store allegedly built an addition to the administrator's house at taxpayer's expense. Of course, this is normal for a state where decadent liberal Democrat politicians have ruled for over 100 years. The shame of eastern North Carolina Democrats; the longest serving Senator, 43 years, a known homosexual with many young boyfriends, constantly in the news with their escapades. Like the lesbian Senator from this city, in the news with she and her same-sex mate's escapades.), “Two nightclubs closing because of alleged homicides” (Rhino and 609), “72 year-old woman arrested on drug trafficking charges”, “Suspected serial killer responsible for two women's remains found on Carolina Beach Rd.” ...And so it goes, day after day, week after week. To say nothing of the brazen political corruption in Raleigh and in Washington DC.

In your peripheral vision, can you see over 600 tornadoes in one month, floods in the Midwest, fires in Texas, earthquakes all over the world. In Holy Scripture, the Book of Numbers get its name from the census taken by Moses. He wanted the number of men, 19 years of age and older, prepared for warfare as they crossed into the Promised Land to face the 7 civilizations there. He found that of the millions who had left Egypt, there were 630,000 men of that age. It was an 11 day trek from Sinai to Kadesh-Barnea for the nearly 3 million Jews. Moses sent 12 spies to look over the land; only two, Caleb and Joshua, knew that they could conquer this land promised by God. Because of the cowardice of the millions, their unbelief, God kept them in the desert for over 38 years. All of these men, with the exception of two, not having the vision which certainly should have been instilled in them from every miracle of God they had witnessed. They all were buried in the desert with the exception of Caleb and Joshua.

God is in charge. The big sins, the big addictions may not be in your view...illegal drugs, drunkenness, thievery, but the One who counts the hairs on your head, knows about OUR eye sight.

Are you like the fat, overweight watcher in the bleachers, criticizing the Olympian playing ball...something you cannot do? Are you the critic...always aware of others' faults? There has never been a statue of a critic. I have hungered my whole life for encouragement, just to hear someone, knowing my condition, say, “I daily pray for you.” In our periphery, we should be aware of what is going on in the world, just how fast the ship is going down. Discouragement will suck the very energy out of your life. In a time when it seems that everyone around us is intent on going to hell, encourage those who are trying to do right. Don't let the world, the flesh, the devil, kick you in the teeth. Don't allow critics to determine your destiny.

The most common phase in the Bible, over 1000 times, is “don't be afraid.” Stand, dig in your heels, don't give one inch, face Satan and his followers clad in the full armor of God, breastplate of righteousness, shield of faith, helmet of salvation.

Letter to Scott Saxton (WECT)

Two weeks from today, Americans will vote in what is predicted to be the most important election of my lifetime. It should be obvious to anyone with enough mind to think that the last presidential election has proven to be an cataclysmic disaster. We saw the black population voting 99%, the liberal academics voting 95%, the Jews voting 78%, and the Catholics voting 54% to put a liberal administration and Congress into Washington, on the very verge of absolute communism.

The politicians and bureaucrats in Washington do not know what is going on in the rest of the country. I understand that the economy is very good in Washington, DC...federal job opportunities, expensive restaurants doing good business, great sales in fashion, etc. The Obama bailout money is being well-spent among his own in the nation's capital. For the rest of us, the economic situation is bleak.

Added to the tumult of this election season, pre-election day voting, and already, signs of corruption at the voting booth. It has always been that way, with the intricacies of mathematical determinations by the computer. Every election officials knows what to expect, and how to determine the results.

In my youth, I saw white male Democrat politicians who had access to the registration books, hauling people to the polls to vote for their candidates. Here in the south, if voting correctly, you got a tray of barbecue, if white; or if black, a candy bar. In more recent years, certain people walked around with walking money, paying for votes. This is how and why Democrats have ruled North Carolina for the past 100 years. This is how and why, with a large percentage of the voters, government workers (around 10%), and with the many who get government checks, those in charge can stay in charge. Eventually, young people will learn that older people have voted for their enslavement. I have been in every communist country, I always got the same answer from those who would talk, "we did not know what had happened before it was too late."


Scott Saxton, News Director, WECT

RE: Your appearance on the radio this morning with Chad Adams

Sir,

You stated on the radio that the problems with voting is not a conspiracy. Joesph Stalin said long ago, “it is all a matter of who counts the votes.”

The Governor's mansion controls members of each election board. Born and reared in eastern North Carolina, interested in and active in politics all of my life. (At one time, President of NC Young Democrats, until Terry Sanford and L.C. Fountain caused me to leave the Democrat Party) I know that there is much corruption involved...you might ask former representative Charlie Rose from this district.

My interests are in how disabled veterans and handicapped citizens are treated, not only in real life, but at the voting booth. The greatest shame of this nation is the treatment of these citizens, the largest minority.

I am a totally blind, 100% disabled, service-connected, medical officer veteran of the Korean conflict...For over 40 years. You would not believe my treatment at the voting booth over these years. I pay too much for your right to vote for your country, not to vote myself. At the old courthouse, conditions were unbelievable, I wrote both the county commissioners, the state Democrat and Republican organizations, as well as legislators, but as usual, all ignored...an insult to me, and should be an embarrassment to you.

At the last Presidential election, I voted at the facility on 3rd street. My driver, not too bright, did not see the off-street voting area, I stood in line for a long time, and then, believe it or not, my driver was not allowed to help me vote, instead, the one in charge yelled out, “are you blind!?” It is obvious to anyone with a room temperature IQ, that I am totally blind. He assigned a black girl to help me, she could not even pronounce the names of those on the ballot.

Another time, at the county complex, my driver took me in to vote. The elections board member yelled out, “get a witness to witness this blind man's mark.” I said, “I am able to sign my name.” (I probably pay more county tax than this man makes...home in historic district, home on the beach, office complex, etc.) It seems these election people take a sadistic pleasure in the embarrassment of we “underlings”.

Recently, I have been voting at the museum, drive-up. On Friday the 15th, I voted there. My driver said, “it is strange that they ask for no identification. Honestly, the woman who came to the car acted as if you were the first disabled person she had ever encountered”

When I was a child, my parents families were the only Republicans in the community, a rural, crossroads community. They voted at my cousin's country store, they paid my mother $2 a day as a poll-watcher for the Republicans, she would come home and weep about the corruption she saw at the voting precinct. If alive, she would weep even more, that after all these years, nothing has changed. Back then, the winner of the Democrat primary was the winner. Even when I was a student at Chapel Hill, there was not one Republican, one black, one woman in the legislature, certainly not a disabled person. The Democrats ruled, and, even today, even if a Republican is elected, the Democrats still rule because all the bureaucrats are Democrats.

I was at the Josephus Daniels home (editor of the News Observer), Wakestone, when Eleanor Roosevelt and Madame Chiang Kai-shek were there. Daniels said, “Democrats will always rule North Carolina.” You might refer to my blogs (http://pockets1940.blogspot.com/ http://www.drthomasmorris.com/ ) and get more details on my long experience on voting in eastern North Carolina.

Thank You,

Dr. T.R. Morris

Copies: Chad Adams

PS: This letter to you will appear on my blog which goes around the world.

Carnations

I have always been interested in politics, probably because my ancestors, who had founded Morristown, New Jersey, were some of the few Republicans in the community. In fact, my family were the only Republicans in the community; hard working, law-abiding, “hard-shell” Christians, who had no interest in the Democrat, secular-humanist philosophy, only the Judeo-Christian way of life. God, family country. Until this very day, July 4, 2009, I can say without fear of contradiction that most of the Democrats I have known in a long, active life were and are hypocrites. They do a lot of talking about love of country and love of God, but when the “rubber meets the road”, it is just talk. Like most of my black friends, particularly black preachers, they vote the D more than the C (Democrat rather than Christian). Just look at their devotion to President Obama; their insanity over Michael Jackson. The fact that they will never discuss with you the PLURALITY of black men in prison, the PLURALITY of black abortions, the PLURALITY of black school failures, and the PLURALITY of black fatherless homes is the reason that this 13% of the population has reversed the cry of racism and is apt to cause much more bitterness as tax dollars become much more demanded.

The first Governor I can remember, as a very small child, was a hero of my father's, who wanted me to meet him, Governor Clyde Hoey. Hoey, sitting in his limousine in the city of Wilson with a large white carnation on his lapel. This distinguished gentleman, corporate lawyer as well as Bible scholar, always wore a fresh carnation. I was in the hospital at Duke University on that Sunday morning at 9:15, when Governor William B. Umstead died. Lieutenant Governor Luther Hodges was not notified until he had gotten home from church. Governor Hodges always wore a fresh carnation in his lapel.

I was active in a large Baptist church in Memphis (Bellevue Baptist) where the ushers always wore fresh carnations in their lapels. I protested this extravagance, refused to wear one of the carnations because I felt that God's money could be better spent and so the situation changed. I have always resented families and friends who purchase great wreaths of carnations that the dead could not see or smell, when, in most cases, nothing, not even a kind word had been given to the deceased in life. At my demise, and I realize we are all just one breath away from eternity, I want no service, no memorials of any type, because anyone who wants to do anything for me has certainly had the chance while I so sorely needed it while alive. (Totally blind for nearly 40 years, living alone, depending on others.)

I say without fear of contradiction that I have lived more frugally than anyone can imagine so that I could give to God's work in awards, scholarships, etc. I can certainly say without fear of contradiction, that most people who resent me, do so for that reason. In a family, those who give the most are resented the most. And, there is nothing more damaging to God than a thankless child. “How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child!” (Shakespeare's King Lear)

How well I remember, as if yesterday, speaking at a youth conference at the Southern Baptist Convention, in the early 50s and I said, “If Satan had wanted to design something to make people just as mean as possible, he would have designed a TV set.” Is there anyone who will disagree with that assessment now?

Much of the sorriness of today's children, comes from the sorriness of their parents. They all grew up members of the Dr. Spock generation. Dr. Spock sold 50 million books translated into 39 languages telling parents that they should be permissive with their children; that they might damage their children's psyche if they disciplined and trained their child. Few realize that before Dr. Spock died, he apologized for writing his book and admitted that he was wrong. (Few doctors would mind admitting wrong after collecting for the sales of 50 million books.)

John J. Parker, Chief Judge of the United States Court of Appeals for the Fourth Circuit (1925-58), observed: “The purpose of a state Constitution is two-fold: (1) to protect the rights of the individual from encroachment by the State; and (2) to provide a framework of government for the State and its subdivisions. It is not the function of a Constitution to deal with temporary conditions, but to lay down general principles of government which must be observed amid changing conditions. It follows, then, that a Constitution should not contain elaborate legislative provisions, but should lay down briefly and clearly fundamental principles upon which government shall proceed, leaving it to the people's representatives to apply these principles through legislation to conditions as they arise.” The constitution of the great state of North Carolina, like the constitution of most states, is bereft of any power anymore, because the crooked state politicians have joined the crooked national politicians at the federal trough.
I am still amazed that my parents, as poor as we were, subscribed to a newspaper, which was delivered every day. I became a political addict reading everything about the political system of this country: Drew Pearson, Roland Giduz, J. Marse Grant, Eleanor Roosevelt and the Under the Dome section from Raleigh. Incomprehensible then, as is now, particularly, when I would go to the state capital during legislative sessions and witness the Democrats, totally in charge of everything, (not one black, not one woman, not one republican) keeping eastern North Carolina in abject slavery, but depending entirely on their Democrat lock-step vote to stay in power.

Eastern North Carolina highways 95-301 to the ocean, was known for poor dirt roads (only two or three paved highways in the entire eastern part of the state: Highway 70 from Raleigh to Morehead City, two lane), deprived schools particularly the segregated black schools, tenant farmers hijacked by elitist tobacco warehouse men, cotton mill workers hijacked by elitist wealthy families and Jewish merchants without loyalty to the rich or poor who summered in wonderful homes on the segregated beaches where blacks were not allowed to even put their feet in the water, but never let news-people forget their gifts to the universities and other charities. Frank Porter Graham, UNC-CH, Hollis Edens, Duke University, John D. Messick, ECU, Josephus Daniels, Editor News & Observer, Henry Belk, Editor Goldsboro News Argus, all such great Christians, all such great Democrats, would not even peep over the color barrier to allow a black student onto a state supported university campus.

Even more hideous, the “bifocal Yankees”, who through the upper part of their glasses, from up north, hypocritically criticized the south for the racial and slavery principles towards both black and white, when they moved down and started looking though the lower part of their glasses, up close, instead of assisting those of us who wanted to make a change of the life of the poor in the eastern part of the state just climbed into the box with the Democrat hypocrites. You cannot lift a box while standing in it. You have to be on the outside of the box in order to lift the box, in order to make a movement of any type.
Like Tom Pearsall, and his Pearsall Plan, to make changes in education in North Carolina, like my friend, Governor Terry Sanford, who sent many of us to New York City trying to entice industry to eastern North Carolina, where there was a wealth of everything required for industry, his only interest in the unyielding poverty, both black and white in eastern North Carolina was just their Democrat vote. Like the other Democrat governors who for the past 100 years have been in power (Hunt, Broughton, Moore, etc.) the fresh carnations, eating off of gold plates, expensive food served by prison trustees was only for them and their ilk. Not those who have planted and nourished the flowers which they have picked.

Like roadkill, the poor Democrats, the poor Republicans, the hard-working sweating, tax-paying citizens, of predominately eastern part of the state have been satisfied with table scraps. It always amazed me that people from eastern North Carolina, with good eyes, with a few brain cells still functioning, could not see that the tax money of the state was being spent in Piedmont and western North Carolina where politicians had Republican competition. Do the pastors, do the teachers, do the parents of eastern North Carolina both black and white, rich and poor, learned and unlearned, actually think that God is as blind as they are and that the inequality existing in this state is not duly scored?

From the Heart

The Sahara Desert in Africa covers 3.5 million square miles (the Arctic covers 4.5 million square miles). I had the marvelous opportunity of flying over much of the Arctic, but entered the Sahara Desert from many directions; Morocco in the North, Sudan in the East, Mali in the South. One can not grasp the vastness of this hot sand until it is experienced. Attached to this, is a photo of a petrified plant which I brought all the way back from the Sahara.

From ancient maps (I understand they are found in Turkey) and from other sources, we know that in the climatic changes of the Earth the Sahara Desert was, at one time, covered with vegetation. It may be of great surprise to the greatest scam artist of the last century (Mr. Al Gore) who has made a reported $20 million trying to alert people about global climate changes (I remember in the 1970's, we were expecting an ice age) that the history of the Earth has been punctuated by great climatic changes and the picture of this petrified plant, which came from many feet down in the Sahara Desert, is certainly proof of these changes.

I am probably the only man foolish enough to haul this heavy, stone plant back to this country; it was displayed in my house for many years as a 'natural sculpture', but was sold on Ebay some years ago. I will not reveal how much I paid for this plant, to the Arab boys thrilled to get the money, for the arduous work of digging down into the Sahara to bring out these petrified plants. From my heart, this old, totally blind, patriot Veteran has attempted to leave behind knowledge which, when I am gone, will be lost forever.

Much younger, with the energy to do so, I spoke almost continuously from lecterns and pulpits, about the truth of our redemption, the patriotism with which we should rejoice, both bought and paid for by precious blood. Slowly, I found that people did not want to hear the truth about their church. There is only one message of the church “Sins ruin and Christ's redemption”. There is only one message of this republic, “The hard fought freedom and opportunity, never afforded another civilization.”

I have said to some of my younger cousins, “Who will tell you about your family, your heritage, when I am gone?” When I was a child, I was always listening, taking in everything that was said by my old relatives, about life as they and their parents had experienced it. My grandmother, who remembered, told me the direction that the Yankees had come toward the house, what had happened during the Civil War invasion, what had happened during the great early 20th century flu epidemic. Much to our sorrow, with technological inventions, young people do not read, do not listen, do not care about their heritage. Integrity has been replaced by corruption and they are only too anxious to inform you of the hypocrisy dominating the lifestyle of the rich and famous, whom they admire.

I have been a regular caller on radio talk shows across the country for many years. In fact, I have been told by the host that I was the most popular caller. This very morning, I received a call from a man in another part of the state who said, “You do not know me from Adam, but I miss hearing you on the radio.” I explained to him, that like this writing I do, that I have done over many years, I feel it is all a waste of my time; no one cares anymore about what the older patriots have to say about their SAVIOR as well as the secular government. But, as one of the outstanding proponents of liberty said to me before he died, “The time will come when they will wish they had listened to you.” Refugees from the paralytic taxation of California, refugees from the decadence of the northern states, move into this area but will tell you, right away, “We care nothing about your past history.”

When I describe the enslavement of southern humanity by the owners of the cotton mills, which dominated life in every southern town, and their company store where the cotton mill workers were supposed to buy their 'needs', when I discuss the tenant farmers trying to survive in shacks, transporting their tobacco or cotton to large auction warehouses where they were 'robbed' by the owners of these warehouses, when I talked of public education, deplorable schoolhouses with one light bulb hanging down from the ceiling, the treatment of black humanity, who, when they went to town, had to park their vehicle or mule-drawn wagon near the courthouse in case they needed to use bathroom facilities, (the only such facilities available to them in the town).

When I spoke of the buying of the votes of these uninformed tenant farmers, mill workers, freed but still enslaved blacks, the finance charges they were subjected to simply because they knew nothing of business activity, the God condemned hypocrisy emanating from 'do-gooder' churches and clubs who knew much about works but little about faith. The 'newcomers' (and they often organize themselves into such a named group) instead of working outside the box, to make needed changes and helping concerned others in making changes, just jumped right into the box with the 'country club' crowd, the chamber of commerce crowd, the Democrat party elitists, all of whom took care of one another, picked the flowers they did not plant, and were perfectly content to exercise capitalism at its worst.

Governors Easley and Hunt, eastern North Carolina tobacco farm-raised politicians, did not learn political patronage after they reached the legislative whore-house in Raleigh. The gingerbread mansion on Blunt Street, except for 8 of the past 100 years, has the been the paradigm, the little schoolhouse, center of motivation, instruction for NC Democrat strategy. In Rome, while Rome burned, Nero played the fiddle. In Raleigh and Washington, while the corrupters were feeding on gourmet foods off gold plates provided by 'smart lobbyists', we peasants, picked dried beans from the vines, but had sense enough to get the corrupted (rotten) ones out of the bag before they were stored for the winter. We cut up our fruits, like apples, using God's good sun to dry them in preparation for winter use. We took corn to the grist mill so we could have cornbread for the winter. We put potatoes into the “potato hill” (large pile of potatoes covered with pine straw and dirt to give protection from the elements and the cold). Whatever money we could make, doing whatever, this went to pay the taxes to support the lifestyle and corrupt activities of these politicians and their bureaucratic cronyism and/or nepotism.

Your employment, with any government position, depended on financial contribution. One black educator (PhD, Ohio State) told me recently, he was informed that he should make a financial contribution if he expected to get a job in education. One school bus driver, went to a BBQ joint to be interviewed by the Democrat controlled operative, in order to get a job driving a bus. My 5th grade teacher, who made $85 a month teaching, changed her political party to Democrat, as did all the others, to get a job. The same type procedure went on with the state highway commission and the prison department.

Do you understand now, why North Carolina state politics is solid Democrat?

Sitting with Governor Terry Sanford, and US Representative L.C. Fountain, I was told as a young man, just returning disabled from the military, that, “NC will always be Democrat because we have the black vote, the vote of every person getting a government check, and the vote of every social minority (unions, gays, etc)”

Do you understand now, why North Carolina state politics is solid Democrat?

Citizens of this state enjoyed good health, as long as they obtained their water from wells. It was only after water systems started extracting water from rivers, into which sewage had been dumped treated by fluoride and chloride, (although the sewage dumped in the river has been treated and all the water taken from the river has been treated) the dangerous chemicals used for (so called sanitation) the mutating viruses, and the complex water molecules, the increased eating of sweets (cancer thrives in a medium of sweetness), we have not only bought into Satanic political intrigue, but the world with its attractiveness has also captivated the religious community. The truth is the truth whether anyone believes it or not. It is time we face the truth in our life activities of health, politics, and the future.

"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart."
~ Helen Keller (1880-1968)

Golden Leaf

I am a product of eastern North Carolina. According to statistics, if North Carolina, from Hwy 95 to the Atlantic Ocean, were a state, it would be the poorest state in the union. I have traveled the world (passport stamped in 157 countries), I have seen the poverty of third world nations, peasants working in the rice fields and in the agriculture areas of Asia and Africa. In all these places, poverty of the cruelest kind, but I have never witnessed as much poverty as I witnessed while growing up in eastern North Carolina.

Most of this poverty was due to the growing of green tobacco. The marketing of that tobacco, the witnessing of seeing those who grew the tobacco, did the back-breaking, unending work, taken advantage of by the landowners, the tobacco auction warehouseman, the cigarette manufacturers who purchased the product. In the winter, the farmer began preparing his plant beds, the areas where he put the seed for the tobacco plants. Because of insect delight in tobacco products (even insects, worms of every type are addicted to tobacco), the tobacco beds were covered with plastic and poison gas used to kill infestation. From the time the tobacco seed germinated and the plant began to grow, ready for transplant in the fields, poison was used in an effort to raise plants for market. Over and over, the stomata, gummed plants were poisoned in the continued fight with nature against insects. After the plant matured, a leaf structure of about six feet in height, the leaves ripened from the bottom towards the top. Each week, young men and women (tobacco croppers), would go down the rows of the tobacco fields taking the ripened leaves to an area where, when I was young, the leaves were attached to sticks which were in-turn hung into curing barns. My tobacco growing cousins tell me that the procedure has changed completely in recent years. Anyways, then or now, the leaves, with their residue of poison, were subject to tremendous heat in curing facilities.

When I was young, the leaves were graded at home before market and carefully prepared for the auction floor where, at the mercy of the buyers, the farmer obtained whatever price he could get for his carefully prepared, months long growing of this cash crop from which he earned his living, supported his family, supported his church and kept the economic welfare of eastern North Carolina going. If lucky, if blessed by good weather (as with any plant, the farmer had to depend on soil, rain, sun and hopefully few storms such as wind and hail) the tenant farmer, and most, especially black, were tenant farmers, gave from one half to one third of his earnings to the landlord. Usually large farms, handed down from generation to generation by families who had gained control of the land early in the country's founding. Most of the landlords lived in the towns and cities where they enjoyed the life of the “good ol' boy”, caring little, if at all, for the poverty existing on the very land that they owned. These “good ol' boys” were not rich Republicans (as the media would have you believe) but rather racist, calculating conservative democrats, part of the one time solid south.

The sons and daughters of these landowners, the warehousemen, the proprietors of the country stores where the peasants were indebted for their livelihood, were the only ones in the eastern part of the state allowed within sight of a tax-supported college or university. I will despise until my last breath the hedonistic commercial owners, the hypocritical preachers, the newspaper editors, the radio commentators, who just turned a blind eye to the disparity, the absolute tyranny, toward the good people who did the best they could with what was provided to them. Once in a while, as was the case with this writer, responsible, respected educators would recognize the aptitude and the work ethic of some students and some families and help them obtain an education and get ahead. But, believe me, those from the hinterlands, the pocosins/swamps of this state, were never accepted by the “blue blood”, “big I little you” toxic-minded, incest-infected hierarchy families who felt they had some entitlement from Heaven to rule their fellow man simply because large parcels of land had been inherited or their family was fortunate enough to have an Oldsmobile franchise.

To this day, and I hate to wish anyone his roasting in Hell, I remember as a young, working university student selling books door-to-door all summer among these beleaguered people who loved me as much as I loved them. Having enough money to pay my tuition, I went to the Chevrolet dealer, where my family had done business for many years and some of my relatives were actually related to them (Blalock Chevrolet, Fremont, NC). At that time a 1952 Chevrolet cost $2,000 (this was about the time of my involvement in the Korean War) and I paid cash for the car. The owner asked my father, who had come to inspect the car, “where did this “boy” get this money?”. My father said, “he worked for it”. You see, the children of poor people were not supposed to gain anything from hard work, they were supposed to be enslaved, as had been their parents and grandparents, to the whims and welts, as white and black slaves of eastern North Carolina.

In spite of these people, the incestuous, moronic placards of the Old South bigotry, many have survived and moved on to demonstrate, to the state and to the world, that the lowly can rise, that our God of justice is still the supreme judicial authority. You are not stuck where you start. Hell would have to be enlarged to accommodate the landlords, the tobacco warehousemen, the cigarette manufacturers, the political representatives who loved these enslaved people just enough to get their votes and to use them for their greed. The public relations protagonists have run overtime in building up the Dukes and the Reynolds...just two of the families who made fortunes beyond belief from the sweat of their fellow man and who can now clamor for attention with their ill-gained gifts to universities, hospitals and, God help us, puny grants supposedly for the good of mankind.

Because China (62% of Chinese smoke) and other countries were growing so much tobacco, producing cigarettes so cheaply, a great mental barrage of concern encircled the halls of government and, supposedly, tobacco farmers were paid off not to grow the weed. A “good ol' boy” group of corrupt politicians (Jim Hunt, Bill Friday, God help us Holding, Barber, Chambers, Davenport, Worley, Penny, etc.), old time corrupt democrats who have run and ruined this state their entire lives, have taken these funds and used them for their own pet projects. One of the most interesting Congressional hearings I ever observed, John McCain was chairman, he mocked governor Jim Hunt, almost crying, as he told the need for educating the people of NC against smoking (500,000 people die in this country each year from smoking). Hunt, Friday, these other hypocrites, could care less about our children smoking. I believe more women smoke today than ever before, they say it is a sign of their liberation.

The money of the Golden LEAF Foundation is used, and everyone in the Legislature knows this, for the benefit of the “good ol' boys”, their political allies and their personal aspirations and comfort. Those who have defended the country, the returning warriors (all of whom live on food stamps), the black and white descendants of the tenant farmers and the cotton mill workers of this state, who lived in poverty, whose only friend, as Senator Herman Talmadge (another corrupt democrat) has said “is and was Jesus Christ”, are still waiting for the largess of government and the justice of God to be visited on those who besmirch the very idea of liberty.

Washpot in the Backyard

I was raised on an eastern North Carolina tobacco farm at the time of the wash-pot. The large, black, iron pot measuring about forty-five inches in diameter, around which a fire could be made used for the boiling of clothes in the laundry procedure of the wash-tub and scrub-boards. There were no water pipes in the White House until 1900; there was very little inside plumbing in eastern North Carolina until around 1930. The average farm family were happy to have a hand water-pump. Many people would still draw water out of the well with a well bucket. The wash-pot was used for weekly laundry, the making of lye soap, and the processing of lard when the hogs were slaughtered. It is a large black cauldron which most families want to forget, very few are old enough to remember, and those who used this necessity in farm life are long gone to another world.

Of course the wash-pot was not just used on the farm; most families in town did their laundry the same way and the clothes line was no stranger to any class. The washing machine and clothes dryer are relatively new appliances in the American home.

We have left such primitive laundry procedures behind but the need for cleaning is as necessary as ever. Not just our clothing but the dirt and corruption of the American lifestyle.

Nowhere is there a need for transparency and cleaning any more than in our political system. Malcolm Muggeridge, the great writer, said, “New news is just old news being heard by new people.” Political payoffs, nepotism, greed intrigue, predated Noah's Great Flood but is as recent as today's newspaper. We don't have to discuss Mr. Obama's crooked friends: Geithner, Rangel, Paulson, etc. We can find such, much closer to home. Some have already gone to jail in North Carolina: Black, Wright, Decker, etc. The escapades of the longest serving NC legislature is an embarrassment to every hard-working, decent, tax-payer of the “Old North State”.

Mr. Erskine Bowles, president of the University System, is supposedly angered by the incredulity of evidence oozing from the various campuses concerning such immoral, un-refuted accounting striations as the ex-governor's wife, Democrat prostitution of a system supposedly sanitized. Of course, Mr. Bowles, member of the board of directors of General Motors Corporation, should be well familiar with Democrat Party internal pollution. There is not enough Lysol or other disinfectants manufactured in this country to fumigate the Democrat Party in North Carolina and its infestation in all North Carolina life.

Mr. Bowles wrote me a letter stating that the Republicans voted for the Easley fiasco. There are no real Republicans on the Board of Governors. They are RINOs, Republican in name only, otherwise they would never have been appointed. Everything that goes bump in the night is not Santa Clause.

I remember the time when only white Democrat males were on the boards of the black colleges in the state. I remember the time when there was not a black, woman, or Republican in the state legislature. I am probably one of the few Republicans in the state who has ever seen the magnificence of the top floor of the Moorehead Planetarium building where the University Governors meet.

Even though very few poor people or blacks attend the University System, they, more than any others, will be paying the new additional one cent sales tax afflicted last month by the Democrat Governor and legislature.

It is an insult to the NC taxpayers and should be an embarrassment to decent people around the world that the NC legislature shows such a mockery of the state motto “To Be, Rather Than To Seem - Esse Quam Videri”.

At the dedication of the legislative building in 1960, in full military dress uniform, I walked across the great seal on the pavement in front of the building. A reporter from an eastern North Carolina paper said to me, “What does 'Esse Quam Videri' mean?” I said, 'It means 'slippery when wet' and it will be wet with the tears of the poor people from this state who are trying to pay the taxes for this extravagance.” The building was only the beginning of the extravagance as the Democrats, one hundred years in power, built more and more monuments to themselves while neglecting the most basic demands of good government:

One: Mental Health: Since the time when, as a child, I saw the annihilation of the black inhabitants of the “Hospital for the Negro Insane” at Goldsboro, until the present-day Cherry Hospital mockery, how long can this charade go on? (I understand one-third of the patients who leave the mental hospitals have no follow up at all. I understand around $600 million has just disappeared from the mental health funds.)

Two: Prison System: Revolving doors, throughout the nation, have been removed from buildings because of their attraction to criminals. (stealing purses from women caught in the revolving doors) The revolving doors are alive and well in the “Tar Heel State”. Out on parole, very few parolees are contacted. Even the president of the UNC-CH student body, almost under Mr. Bowles' nose, was killed by a parolee.

Three: Education: I have a collection of political advertisements going back to the campaign of Terry Sanford, always with the same political nomenclature “why Johnny can't read”. Those of us who experience the products of education; who try to employ some of the sixty-eight percent who graduate of those who enter high school, know that most although they have a piece of paper, cannot read, spell, or punctuate. As important as the teaching of reading, writing, and arithmetic in our public schools, is physical fitness, emotional fitness, and spiritual fitness.

Our parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents who used the wash-pot in their backyard for their laundry, their soap-making, their food preservation, had mastered the rudimentary concepts of education and political morality. Stay fit for life. Discipline determines character and character determines destination.

Two-Headed, One-Party System

Returning from the Korean War and becoming active again in the early 1960s, knowing how my family had been treated as Republicans, I decided to align my political activity with the Democrats. And so, I became a very active Democrat, even president of the State Young Democrats. Both of my parent's families for many generations, were very active in the Republican Party, a minuscule minority in the state; discriminated against, with absolutely no opportunity to enjoy any job where state money was involved- school teaching, highway department, etc. I knew that if I were going to ever advance in this state, politically or otherwise, it would be necessary to register as a Democrat and become a contributor to the Democrat Party.

Of course, at that time the Democrats were the conservative party in the south and in the nation. The Solid South in the 1960s was all Democrat and very conservative. Lyndon Johnson depended on Republicans to pass his Civil Rights Program. It was not until I attended the Republican National Convention in 1964 at the Cow Palace in San Francisco when Barry Goldwater was nominated, that, much to the insistence of a friend who was a Republican candidate for Congress, that I decided that my principles were more important than any priority or prestige I might derive from the Democrat Party.

I had been sickened one day at the Sir Walter Hotel in Raleigh, sitting at a table with Governor Terry Sanford and Representative L.C. Fountain, hearing them talk of how the Democrats would always control the state of North Carolina because Democrats would always have the black vote, the teacher's vote, all federal, state and county worker's votes, as well as the votes of all other minorities such as the gays and the disabled. It has certainly proven that they were right, since for over 100 years the Democrats have been in lock-step control of the state. But, it did not prove that I was right to stay with such a monopoly party in which not one woman, black, or Republican was in the legislature.

It was strictly a “good old boy” white male government in total control, nepotism, country club, power base who controlled where every tax dollar was spent, regardless of need. I have been in several police-state countries and there is no more control there than in the Solid South, Democrat states. There was not even a Republican primary; rather the winner of the Democrat primary was the winner of the election at every crossroads in the state. If there were a chance that a Republican candidate could win an election (such as my good friend who was running for Congress as a Republican) the legislature would immediately gerrymander district lines.

My big problem then, as now, this 'Bible Belt' state where Christian people are supposed to honor one another, one political party could be so dishonorable. The Christian churches fell right in-line with this autonomous form of government. The blacks, who had escaped slavery one time, seemed inclined to regain their slavery. The cotton mill workers and tenant farmers, just surviving from the largess of white elitists, seemed inclined to regain slavery.

Highway 95-301 to the ocean was the poorest area of the United States-- few paved roads, few utilities, just the scraps from the table and yet voted solid Democrat. The western part of the state, more enlightened, beginning to have some Republican insolence were getting paved roads and better schools. Competition for votes, like competition for everything, brings advantage.

Nationally, the past twenty-five years has seen both parties become almost undefinable. Starting with Ronald Reagan, the liberals in both parties have joined in a socialistic jamboree to eliminate all conservative thought, Republican free enterprise from government and we now have a two-headed one-party system. With Republicans such as the two Bush presidents, conjured from the Rockefellers and other northern liberal factions, the idea of small government, low taxes, family values, and integrity of purpose have been dismantled, dragged right in by Clinton and other socialist travelers, aided and abetted by the media.

The fast-track of NAFTA and CAFTA have seen industry and agriculture disappear. The denizens of change established a plutocracy of control which our fore fathers would vomit to witness. We already see signs of revolution in Argentina, Brazil, and Mexico. In the 'seize the moment' mentality which led to the French Revolution and the 'no crisis should go to waste' mentality which led to the Russian Revolution, Mr. Obama and Mr. Emanuel, the Jews leading the financial spectacle of bail-outs and sell-outs (Bernanke, Paulson, Geithner, etc.), have water-boarded the American tax-payer into crippling torture.

I have traveled through every Communist country. The difference in the Communist System in the text book type Communist world (USSR, China, Cuba, etc.) is that in the truly Communist state, the enslaved people have everything furnished to them and make no decisions at all (housing, health care, employment, etc.). In this Democratic Republic, called the United States, those who are stupid enough to work are forced to make their own decisions about employment, housing, health care, etc. On top of that, they are taxed to the gills to support those who will not work, who believe that government should furnish their wants as well as supply their needs. The only thing missing to completely establish Mr. Obama's radical government is law enforcement entrenchment. Relax, that is on the way; moving closer and closer everyday.

In the rural community where I lived, the hardworking farmers who had barely survived were so happy to get that little green check from the government each month. One would sit on a little stool by his mailbox and when the rural mail carrier would stick his check in the box, within two seconds his hand was in there grabbing it. Compared to his ancestors, who had lived on fat back and sweet potatoes all during the winter, he felt so fortunate to have “free money”.

The average Social Security check is $1,100, which means many get less than $1,000 and a few $1,200. As with the doctors who thought they were going to get paid well with Medicare, the SS recipients will find that their checks will get smaller as inflation raises prices for everything they use higher. As with the schools who began to take government money, when you take government dollars, you do what government tells you to do. The government will support you in prison or out; in the Communist System, you have chosen life on your knees-- a craving not a praying position.