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“Propaganda”

By
Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.
http://blackhistory.com/content/329098/propaganda

 

Propaganda:

1.
information, ideas, or rumors deliberately spread widely to help or harm a person, group, movement, institution, nation, etc.
2.
the deliberate spreading of such information, rumors, etc.
3.
the particular doctrines or principles propagated by an organization or movement.

When one thinks of “Walls” and “Keeping Out The Immigrants” I can’t help thinking about all those folks who fought and died to come to this land…as well as those who did not; brought here against their will(s), in chains. Did the people who happened to already be residing in and upon this land…did they welcome the new comers, the immigrants; or where the new comers invaders and usurpers of this land? Did they come to the ‘America’s’ as invited guests or occupiers?

‘Amendment XIII’

Section 1.
Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exists within the United States, or any place subject to thier jurisdiction.

Section 2.
Congress shall have power to enforce this article by appropriate legislation.

‘Amendment XIV’

Section 1.
All persons born or naturalized in the United Statesm, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, aare citizens of the United States and to the state wherein they reside. No state shall make or enforce any law which abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any state deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws.

Followed by:
Section 2., Section 3., Section 4., and Section 5 of the “Declaration of Independence and The Constiution of the United States of America.

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I’m a bit late with this comment since the so-called holiday has passed…could be it will stick around til next year or the next time the subject arises.

Dear Friends, Readers, Fans, I apologize.

I have the greatest admiration and commendations for our Italian American Family. Like every other “American” group of people, we’ve all made astounding significant contributions to this country of ours. However, there have been many who have added to the detriment of our causes. Each and every immigrant to this land has experienced its’ share of bad guys and gals. With that being said, we’ve also had our share of one group against the other. But when it comes to an out-and-out criminal…one could easily wonder why. Why continue to be a proponent of one who has been identified as being the opposite of what we have all been taught?
I like ‘Italian American Day (or month; i.e., “Black History Month, Native/Indegenous American History Month, Asian History Month, Latino History Month, Etc.”)’ as opposed to “Christopher Columbus Day.” I also think, if one had to have a singular character to represent all, I would want someone who is truly a character who would have been a bonafide ‘good-guy’ and true-to-life-figure! How in the hell can you discover something when there is already somebody living there; a new land when there is/was someone living on it at the time of the so-called discovery?

That’s like someone walking into your house, taking a seat at the dinner table or sits down in front of the TV in your living room without your invitation or permission! What if he goes upstairs and gets in the bed with your wife or one of your children and says to you, “It’s okay, I’ve just now discovered all of this…and claim it all as mine?

Has anyone wondered why “Amerigo Vespucci” wasn’t chosen for the columbus role? There was a hell-of-a-lot going on in and around ‘1492.’

According to ‘Wkikipedia,’ “Amerigo Vespucci (Italian pronunciation: [ameˈriːɡo vesˈputtʃi]; was an Italian explorer, financier, navigator and cartographer who first demonstrated that Brazil and the West Indies did not represent Asia’s eastern outskirts as initially conjectured from Columbus’ voyages, but instead constituted an entirely separate landmass hitherto unknown to people of the Old World.
Colloquially referred to as the New World, this second super continent came to be termed “Americas”, deriving its name from Americus, the Latin version of Vespucci’s first name.”

“While his elder brothers were sent to the University of Pisa to pursue scholarly careers, Amerigo Vespucci embraced a mercantile life, and was hired as a clerk by the Florentine commercial house of Medici, headed by Lorenzo de’ Medici. Vespucci acquired the favor and protection of Lorenzo di Pierfrancesco de’ Medici who became the head of the business after the elder Lorenzo’s death in 1492. In March 1492, the Medici dispatched the thirty-eight-year-old Vespucci and Donato Niccolini as confidential agents to look into the Medici branch office in Cádiz (Spain), whose managers and dealings were under suspicion.

In April 1495, by the intrigues of Bishop Juan Rodríguez de Fonseca, the Crown of Castile broke their monopoly deal with Christopher Columbus and began handing out licenses to other navigators for the West Indies. Just around this time (1495–96), Vespucci was engaged as the executor of Giannotto Berardi, an Italian merchant who had recently died in Seville. Vespucci organized the fulfillment of Berardi’s outstanding contract with the Castilian crown to provide twelve vessels for the Indies. After these were delivered, Vespucci continued as a provision contractor for Indies expeditions, and is known to have secured beef supplies for at least one (if not two) of Columbus’ voyages.”

“Some have suggested that Vespucci, in the two letters published in his lifetime, was exaggerating his role and constructed deliberate fabrications. However, many scholars now believe that the two letters were not written by him but were fabrications by others based in part on genuine letters by Vespucci. It was the publication and widespread circulation of the letters that might have led Waldseemüller to name the new continent America on his world map of 1507 in Lorraine. Vespucci used a Latinised form of his name, Americus Vespucius, in his Latin writings, which Waldseemüller used as a base for the new name, taking the feminine form America, according to the prevalent view. The book accompanying the map stated: “I do not see what right any one would have to object to calling this part, after Americus who discovered it and who is a man of intelligence, Amerige, that is, the Land of Americus, or America: since both Europa and Asia got their names from women”. It is possible that Vespucci was not aware that Waldseemüller had named the continent after him.[8]
The two disputed letters claim that Vespucci made four voyages to America, while at most two can be verified from other sources. At the moment, there is a dispute between historians on when Vespucci visited the mainland the first time. Some historians like Germán Arciniegas and Gabriel Camargo Pérez think that his first voyage was made in June 1497 with the Spanish Pilot Juan de la Cosa.

Vespucci’s real historical importance may well rest more in his letters, whether he wrote them all or not, than in his discoveries. From these letters, the European public learned about the newly discovered continents of the Americas for the first time; its existence became generally known throughout Europe within a few years of the letters’ publication.”
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amerigo_Vespucci

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“The Hate That Hate Produced!”

DiversityInc.:

“Trump Scraps Key Obamacare Subsidies!”
Reuters, October 13, 2017
http://www.diversityinc.com/news/trump-scraps-key-obamacare-subsidies/?utm_term=Trump%20Scraps%20Key%20Obamacare%20Subsidies&utm_campaign=Model%20in%20Dove%20Ad%20Speaks%20Out%3A%20%5Cu2018I%5Cu2019m%20Not%20a%20Victim%5Cu2019&utm_content=email&utm_source=Act-On+Software&utm_medium=email&cm_mmc=Act-On%20Software-_-email-_-Model%20in%20Dove%20Ad%20Speaks%20Out%3A%20%5Cu2018I%5Cu2019m%20Not%20a%20Victim%5Cu2019-_-Trump%20Scraps%20Key%20Obamacare%20Subsidies

Trump has been frustrated by Republicans’ failure to repeal and replace the law known as Obamacare, thwarting a promise he made during his 2016 presidential campaign.

Trump on Friday urged Democrats to make a healthcare deal after cutting off Obamacare subsidies to health insurance companies for low-income patients in a forceful move that sparked threats of legal action and concern of chaos in insurance markets!

“It is a spiteful act of vast, pointless sabotage leveled at working families and the middle class in every corner of America,” they said. “Make no mistake about it, Trump will try to blame the Affordable Care Act, but this will fall on his back and he will pay the price for it.”

Trump proudly says, “Piece by piece we will now begin the process of giving America the great HealthCare it deserves!”

The decision is the most dramatic action Trump has taken yet to weaken the Affordable Care Act, President Barack Obama’s signature healthcare law, which extended insurance to 20 million Americans.

“Senate Democratic Leader Chuck Schumer and House Democratic Leader Nancy Pelosi derided the subsidies cut-off in a joint statement, saying Trump would single-handedly push Americans’ healthcare premiums higher.

“It is a spiteful act of vast, pointless sabotage leveled at working families and the middle class in every corner of America,” they said. “Make no mistake about it, Trump will try to blame the Affordable Care Act, but this will fall on his back and he will pay the price for it.”

New York Attorney General Eric T. Schneiderman said in a statement he was prepared to lead other attorneys general in a lawsuit.

“I will not allow  Trump to once again use New York families as political pawns in his dangerous, partisan campaign to eviscerate the Affordable Care Act at any cost,” he wrote.

The nonpartisan Congressional Budget Office estimated that cutting off the payments would cause premiums to rise 20 percent in 2018 and that 5 percent of Americans would live in areas that do not have an insurer in the individual market in 2018.

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“Trump Speaks at Event Hosted by Hate Group”
Trump is the first sitting president to speak at the Values Voter Summit, put on by the Family Research Council (FRC).
By
Frank Kineavy / October 16, 2017
http://www.diversityinc.com/news/trump-speaks-event-hosted-hate-group/?utm_term=Trump%20Speaks%20at%20Event%20Hosted%20by%20Hate%20Group&utm_campaign=Black%20Lawmakers%20Slam%20Facebook%20For%20Ads%20Targeting%20BLM%2C%20Lack%20of%20Board%20Diversity&utm_content=email&utm_source=Act-On+Software&utm_medium=email&cm_mmc=Act-On%20Software-_-email-_-Black%20Lawmakers%20Slam%20Facebook%20For%20Ads%20Targeting%20BLM%2C%20Lack%20of%20Board%20Diversity-_-Trump%20Speaks%20at%20Event%20Hosted%20by%20Hate%20Group

According to the Southern Poverty Law Center (SPLC), Trump spoke to a hate group last week — and he was a hit. The Family Research Council, which is on the SPLC hate group list, invited the 45th president to speak at the Values Voter Summit, an annual socially conservative conference. This proved to be a political layup for Trump, the first sitting president to speak at the conference, amidst the turmoil surrounding his administration.

A key focal point to the address was the so-called war on Christmas. Trump vowed that, under his lead, department stores across the country will return to acknowledging the Christmas holiday.

He also used the crowd to push for action on replacing the Affordable Care Act. This comes on the heels of his decision to roll back an Obamacare requirement to provide birth control as part of health insurance programs.

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“Black NFL Players Who Protest Bashed on Roy Moore’s Facebook Page”
The Alabama GOP senate nominee’s Facebook page contained a meme, which stated: “Want to stop riots? Play the National Anthem. They’ll all sit down.”
By
Sheryl Estrada / October 5, 2017
http://www.diversityinc.com/news/black-nfl-players-protest-bashed-roy-moores-facebook-page/?utm_term=Black%20NFL%20Players%20Who%20Protest%20Bashed%20on%20Roy%20Moore%5Cu2019s%20Facebook%20Page&utm_campaign=Black%20NFL%20Players%20Bashed%20by%20Senate%20Candidate&utm_content=email&utm_source=Act-On+Software&utm_medium=email&cm_mmc=Act-On%20Software-_-email-_-Black%20NFL%20Players%20Bashed%20by%20Senate%20Candidate-_-Black%20NFL%20Players%20Who%20Protest%20Bashed%20on%20Roy%20Moore%5Cu2019s%20Facebook%20Page

A Facebook page for Alabama GOP Senate nominee Roy Moore, known for fueling the “birther” movement against former President Barack Obama and for an anti-LBGTQ agenda, contained racist posts aimed at NFL players who protest during the national anthem.

A post shared on Moore’s page in September of last year shows rows of military coffins draped in the American flag. Under the image, the text read, “would the suppressed millionaire, NFL quarterback who would not stand for the National Anthem please point out which of these guys are Black so we can remove the offensive flag.”

Although Trump did not campaign for Moore, they share the same sentiments regarding NFL players who kneel during the national anthem to protest police brutality against the Black community, a move initiated by former San Francisco 49ers quarterback Colin Kaepernick in 2016.

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At a rally on Sept. 22 in Alabama, Trump said:

“Wouldn’t you love to see one of these NFL owners, when somebody disrespects our flag, to say, ‘Get that son of a bitch off the field right now.’ Out! He’s fired.”

“Federal Judge Refuses to Overturn Trump Pardon of Arpaio”
Reuters, October 5, 2017
http://www.diversityinc.com/news/federal-judge-refuses-overturn-trump-pardon-arpaio/?utm_term=Federal%20Judge%20Refuses%20to%20Overturn%20Trump%20Pardon%20of%20Arpaio&utm_campaign=Black%20NFL%20Players%20Bashed%20by%20Senate%20Candidate&utm_content=email&utm_source=Act-On+Software&utm_medium=email&cm_mmc=Act-On%20Software-_-email-_-Black%20NFL%20Players%20Bashed%20by%20Senate%20Candidate-_-Federal%20Judge%20Refuses%20to%20Overturn%20Trump%20Pardon%20of%20Arpaio

Arpaio was convicted in July of willfully violating a 2011 injunction barring his officers from stopping and detaining Latino motorists solely on suspicion they were in the country illegally. He had not yet been sentenced when Trump issued the pardon in August.

“A federal judge upheld President Donald Trump’s pardon earlier this year of 85-year-old former Arizona Sheriff Joe Arpaio, rejecting legal challenges by outside groups.

U.S. District Judge Susan Bolton said that she had considered the petitions filed by the American Civil Liberties Union of Arizona and other organizations, including one staffed by lawyers who worked for former Democratic President Barack Obama’s administration, but found no legal grounds to overturn the pardon.”

 

How Many of You Remember the warning message contained within the “MAAFA?”

 

“Maafa: Life After Conquest”
The Ruin Of A Nation Begins In The Homes Of Its People
https://boulwareenterprises.wordpress.com/2014/11/30/maafa-life-after-conquest/
https://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=UTF-8&fr=crmas&p=MAAFA

How – Where Is It possible For A Human Being To Have Peace Where There Is No Justice?

While many Americans continue to allow themselves to be brainwashed, distracted, and preoccupied with ‘Black Friday’ sales and other deceptive clandestine practices of ripping you off…”Give Me All Your Money!” The killing of another Black Youth sounded the alarm for unification. The focused marchers are ‘Marching’ and the focused protesters are ‘Protesting’ the continuing saga of Black elimination which is once again brought forth.

Does the word “BOYCOTT” ring a bell in your mind? Have you ever given a thought as to what the world economy would look like if every single person of color stayed home for just one single day…just one day? What do you think would happen if it occurred in one city or township alone?

White America asked itself, “What Shall Be Done With The Four Million Slaves Upon Emancipation?”

Brother Frederick Douglas answered in 1852, “Just Let Them Alone!”

Insurrection and Civil Uprising creates one hell of a burden on The white power structure and its Stock Exchange as well as a major financial impact on its “House of Cards”: …not only on the slave trade but exercises population overrun, food shortages, ramped crime and prison overflow, and the biggest dilemma of all – “Intermarriage!” What shall we do with them? “Return them to Africa” was one idea that went bust. It would cost too much.

“Blacks are not my equal – they are far below us!”

…Ask yourself, “self, am I being brainwashed, kept down with ignorance, denied simple rights and privileges, being shunned or looked down upon by those who do not like me or look like me; hate me?”

 

Do you think this is all simply ‘propaganda?’

 

What are you going to do about it…

VOTE?

 

Til Next Time…

 

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~ “The Fall of Light” ~

By
Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.
http://blackauthorsconnect.com/cgi-bin/blog.cgi?blog_id=327765&cid=10

“Another monster boom sounded just around the corner on ‘Walnut Lane.’ The instant flash and boom on the street took out another building. A twin house on the odd numbered side of the street was suddenly and instantaneously gone. Loud noises under the street and greenish glowing lights appeared as the crowds rushed for their homes!”

 

~’When The Light Fell Down’~

 

“What the fuck was that?”

“I dunno…it’s pretty damned dark out there.”

“Shit man, a big ass bump like that had to be felt for a few blocks around!”

“…Feel anything else?”

“Nah…it was probably some big ass truck or something.”

Aw right, turn the radio up, the Halloween shows are about to start.” The doorbell rang. It was
one of those chime-like doorbell ringers. It had a firm but soft tone.

“Damn kids – pain in the ass…where’s the candy?”

“Ho Dude! Listen! It’s Orson Welles! It’s one of his old radio shows – hurry up! Get me a cassette tape, quick!”

Rushing through the house with a cassette tape in hand, Russell fell over the ottoman sitting near the dining room threshold between there and the kitchen. He managed to get the tape into the recording machine just as the announcer introduced Orson Welles’ Halloween play.

Andre picked up his hot cup of java and prepared to drop a bit of whiskey in it. From the corner of his right eye he thought he’d seen a flash of light. He was reassured by another flash of falling light. This one more prominent that the other. The first one seemed to be a little ways down the road – over on ‘Haines Street.’ The second one seemed to fall a bit closer. It fell with an Earth-shattering boom…right smack in the middle of ‘High Street’ and ‘Baynton Street.’ The neighbors were all running around the corner to see what they thought was a terrible car crash. It wasn’t. It was the apartment building which sat on the northwest corner. The building was gone. What took its place was a monstrous sized gaping hole. The hole almost appeared bottomless at first. Then the rush of creek water sprouted from below. Rumor has it that the majority of this ‘Germantown’ area stood over bedrock and heavily flowing creek-water. The water was much deeper than the basements of houses built above.

Andre and Russell ran out of the house on East Walnut Lane. They ran along with many other neighbors, turning the corner at ‘Baynton St.’ They were all joined with other neighbors who came running in from other directions. Not one of them could believe what their eyes beheld. Inside of the gaping hole of approximately 80 ft. deep with a circumference twice that size, rested the engine of an airplane…a ‘747’ class or such.

Someone from the crowd of on-lookers shouted in a panicked voice…”Look At That!”

All heads and eyes turned to see. We all looked up into the night-time sky only to see the smoking, burning jet-liner; the owner of the mechanism residing within the pit that fell from the darkness. Its cabin lights were all aglow as were the flames licking along its fuselage on the port side wing where once an engine was attached.

The nose-diving air-bus assured all who witnessed the impending and tragic doom of all who sat within. However, to the chagrin of its pursuer, the unexpected skillful and heroic effort on the part of the vehicle’s pilots, in escaping a perilous end. Turning and spinning out of a death defying nose-dive, the airplane banked leftward up into the moonless starfilled sky. A Greenish-blue-white light skirted along the edge of the airplane’s tail section. The great and powerfull all consuming brilliance of the strange light lit up the nighttime sky, nearly blinding all who gazed upon it.

From the corner of our eyes, another startling shimer grabbed everyone’s attention. Within a milimeter of a second, the brightened sky returned to its natural state. That same glance captured another burst of greenish-blue-white light eminating from ground to air. This burst of light proved fatal indeed. This powerbeam of light completely engulfed the airbus. It first appeared as if the airplane was surrounded, encircled within the greenish-blue-white ball of light when suddenly, without an explosion or booming sound, the vehicle simply dissapeared in a flash. The aftermath was a puff of smoke and dust trapped within the light trail which fell back onto the plane’s pursuer indeed… The only sound or noise, if you will; it made, was a crackling-lightning-like streak as it flashed about. The deadly light fell back. It’s trail returning to the owner; back to the eye-beam 0f glassened-multi-paned-plastic-like lenses that sat inside a metalic-like globe. This globe was attached at the middle, to a life-like pole that moved not unlike an ‘Ostrich’ or ‘Giraffe’s’ looping rubber-like neck. It was monstrously elongated and yet flexible. The long neck was attached to what appeared to be a floating nuclear sub-marine with the same plastic-looking, glass-like lenses embedded in both ends of the floating vessell.

“Did I say floating?”

“Oh hell yeah I did!”

“I’m talking into the microphone of the same tape recorder in which I kept my old ‘Orson Welles’ tape. I recorded the “War of the Worlds” on this recorder and was going to make another copy with this blank the inside. Since I recorded the show years back, I thought with today’s technology, the broadcast would be upgraded, hence, another copy of the halloween show via the radio. Besides, it was plain ole fun just sittin around the radio with a bunch of hot dogs, sausages, pop-corn, soda, a few brews, a belt of booze to top it all off, and your “homeys” to show off for of course. If we had a little weed, that would work too.

Yo, my name is ‘Russell Creed,’ and my homey is ‘Andre (Stevie) Stevens.’ The halloween show was just about to start when all hell broke loose!

We were just hangin out at my brother’s house, me and Dre., some call him ‘Stevie.’ ‘G’ was out of town for a few and asked me to look in on the crib to make sure everything’s okay. He didn’t know I was with my boys’ when I stopped in to chill-out. That’s when all this shit started… I’d like to be the one who tells you all about what’s happenin…but I think the narrator/interpreter can do a better job. I say this because I don’t think we’re going to survive this invasion. And it ain’t a damned thing me, you, or the damned government can do about it.

Dre., was it something you wanted to add?”

“Damn Man, for some weirdly odd reason, I thought of my diner left to get cold on the kitchen table… I forgot that I was hungry! The dark night had become brighter than the brightest day. It was white-hot, light without heat…but yet, it was hot!”

The enormous shadowy cylinder was fully exposed at the dusk of brilliant light. It stomped and stormed its massive metalic yet glass or plastic-like smooth frame into full view.

The horrifying vessell certainly did float. The military people have determined that these machines were utilizing some sort of magnetic repulsion or anti-gravity devices in order to move along without tracks or wheels…they certainly were not flying.

At this point, we could see only one of them. There were actually three. When it became possible to completely see these murderers…killers of innocence; the thing which first became visible was that of the heart-stopping variety. A shinning, shimmering, clanking, clunking, cluttering, abhorition of metalic horror came clumbering up ‘Walnut Lane’ from ‘Germantown Avenue.’ We could all see this from ‘Baynton St.’ The monster machine stood as tall as ‘Billy Penn’ atop City-Hall in ‘Philly’s Downtown’ area, hat and all!

The top of this alien monster machine appeared to be that of a walking military helicopter without the blades that make it fly. It had a very large basket-like attachment located on its undercarriage. This thing stood and walked upon three crab or spider-like legs. Three tentacles or limbs with six pincer-like grabbers or fingers pertruded. One could easily guess at what they were being used for.

The sidewalk began to crackle and break. The separation caused by the split right down the center of Baynton Street encouraged the crowds to disperse and run for shelter and home. The safety of their families was of extreme paramount.

Another monster boom sounded just around the corner on ‘Walnut Lane.’ The instant flash and boom on the street took out another building. A twin house on the odd numbered side of the street was suddenly and instantaneously gone. Loud noises under the street and greenish glowing lights appeared as the crowds rushed for their homes. The booming became regular. They exploded all around the neighborhood. Parked cars became airborne flying objects of mass destruction. They flew back to Earth as two ton bombs of metal and shrapnel, crushing other cars and several people in the meshing mess. Jet planes flew overhead as police sirens screamed all around. The police cars did not stop in to check on the people, they were fleeing the area enmass.

Immediatly upon seeing the alien machines, to the horror and sadness of all; a father and his three children ran down ‘Germantown Avenue.’ They vanished as one of the flying multi-toned trash collection trucks descended upon them. Overhead clouds formed and caused the night-time blackness to take on the appearance of a day-time sky… The booming thunder, thumping-metal-grinding walking machines, flashing-burning white to blue-green rays, and falling lights burned to ashes anyone and anything it touched…

The towering walking machine was flanked by the three smaller floating ones. Two were positioned to its left-rear, the other its right, while the third served as point. They all moved in a way which complimented one another. They moved almost in a uniformed manner. The movement was a difined and planned march. It played out as if it had been a tried and true manuever.

All four monsters came into full view. Buildings, our homes seemed to disintegrate right before our very eyes as they moved over the dusty rubble toward us.

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“You have been asking for water for the last hour,” he said.

For a moment we were silent, taking stock of each other. I daresay he found me a strange enough figure, naked, save for my water-soaked trousers and socks, scalded, and my face and shoulders blackened by the smoke. His face was a fair weakness, his chin retreated, and his hair lay in crisp, almost flaxen curls on his low forehead; his eyes were rather large, pale-blue, and blankly staring. He spoke abruptly, looking vacantly away from me.

“This must be the beginning of the end,” he said, interrupting me. “The end! The great and terrible day of the Lord!” When the men shall call upon the mountains and the rocks to fall upon them and hide them – hide them from the face of Him that sitteth upon the throne!”

I began to understand the position. I ceased my labored reasoning, struggled to my feet, and standing over him, laid my hand on his shoulder.
“Be a man!” said I, “You are scared out your wits! What good is religion if it collapses under calamity? Think of what earthquakes and floods, wars and volcanoes, have done before to men! Did you think God had exempted Weybridge? He is not an insurance agent.”
For a time he sat in blank silence.
“But how can we escape?” he asked, suddenly. “They are invulnerable, they are pitiless.”
“Neither the one nor, perhaps, the other,” I answered. “And the mightier they are the more sane and wary should we be. One of them was killed yonder not three hours ago.”
“Killed1” he said, staring about him. “How can God’s ministers be killed?”
“I saw it happen.” I proceeded to tell him. “We have chanced to come in for the thick of it,” said I, “and that is all.”
“What is that flicker in the sky?” he asked abruptly.
I told him it was the heliograph signaling – that it was the sign of human help and effort in the sky.
“We are in the midst of it,” I said, “quiet as it is. That flicker in the sky tells of the gathering storm. Yonder, I take it, are the Martians, and Londonward, where those hills rise about Richmond and Kingston and the trees give cover, Earthworks are being thrown up and guns are being placed. Presently the Martians will be coming this way again.”

And even as I spoke he sprang to his feet and stopped me by a gesture.
“Listen!” he said.
From beyond the low hills across the water came the dull resonance of distant guns and a remote weird crying. Then everything was still. A cockchafer came droning over the hedge and past us. High in the west the crescent moon hung faint and pale above the smoke of Weybridge and Shepperton and the hot, still splendor of the sunset.

“We had better follow this path,” I said, “northward.”

Gene Barry was the starring hero from the classic ‘War of The Worlds’ by Herbert George Wells back in the sixties when I was a little boy. The bombs screamed across the big screen at the ‘Lehigh Movie Theatre’ on Lehigh Avenue between twenty-fourth and twenty-fifth Streets in North Philadelphia. My two younger brothers, two of the girls who lived next door on Myrtlewood Street; and me were shuttled off by our mothers that early Saturday evening. The ladies had plans of their own. We were shipped out to the movies. Man what a treat. Albeit we were all scared to death, afraid to leave the theatre on many other monster treated and frightful afternoons. I can remember running home, fearing the crossing of darkened alleyways along the route to the safe haven of the domicile. Vampires, Frankenstein’s Monster, Zombies, and Werewolves threatened to jump out and get us if we doddle and lagged behind.

The story, ‘War of the Worlds’ in the novel format takes the reader on a journey during the turn of the twentieth century in Britain. The Americanized movie version has it placed in Las Angeles with shots and scenes from around the globe.

The visionary Martian vessels were described as in the novel. They glowed the green lights and eerie screwing sounds of a mason jar unscrewing. The laser beam of instantaneous destruction managed to destroy and kill any and every living and non-living thing on the planet and in its path. The shadowy white dusty froth laden forms of human beings lay on the grounds and roadways of the countryside exit trails, hopefully leading to safety, played out in the book did make its ghostly presence on the big screen and in the book as well.

The movie version with Mr. Gene (Bat Masterson) Barry remains a classic; the traverse through the countryside of England uncovers a journey of epic endeavor, adventure, and excitement beyond the movie theatre.
“When Earth comes under siege from extraterrestrial invaders, the best and worst of mankind comes out among those struggling to survive.”

Mr. Wells was born in Bromley, Kent on September 21, 1866. He was called ‘Bertie’ by his family. His father was a shopkeeper who was previously a cricketer. After the business failed, his mother was forced to work as a domestic in the nearby country house of ‘Up-Park.’ She desired to return the family back to the middle-class status it had briefly enjoyed. Wells worked as a schoolteacher and a pharmacist. He also studied biology under Thomas Henry Huxley, a vociferous proponent of Charles Darwin’s theory of evolution. This gentleman made an extraordinary impression on him so much so that he returned to teaching completing his course studies and earned his degree. Wells went on with his mastery of the imagination and produced more thought provoking science fiction works in novel format and magazine periodicals as well as a couple of biology textbooks while working for the University Correspondence College.

“Herbert G. Wells published his first novel, The Time Machine to critical and popular acclaim in 1895. He became one of the most prolific writers of his generation. Mr. Wells has explored a vast variety of social, philosophical, and political I thoughts and ideas via the medium of what is described as science fiction.”

What happens when you wake up from a dream, a deeply remembered dream? You then realize that it was simply a dream… Time moves forward into your waking day when suddenly, the day is all that has previously transpired in your dream. Your dream has become your reality. So, which is which, the dream or the perceived reality?

 

…Can Anyone Decide Which Is True Or Which Is Not?

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~”They Came In Three’s”~

 

Albeit, the eye-like beams spit forth a deadly white light of destruction. The lights also appeared to be of a green, red, and blue color; a blend of different colors. No one stopped to wonder why the death-dealing machines shined three of four different yet distinct colors. Everyone simply ran.

We all ran in many different directions…away from the approaching invaders. Petty neighborhood squabbles were long forgotten with this new threat, a threat that brought about an eerie uniting of the people. There was little need to call upon the Black Folks for a meeting. There was little need to call for a rally or a boycott…all we wanted to do now was live…”By Any Means Necessary!”

‘Dre’ and I thought we’d have a chance to get back to the house…no way. The machines were nearing the corner of Baynton Street now. The surviving buildings along the block were engulfed in flames and smoke. Hope for them was an impossibility.

The uphill run on Walnut Lane to Morton Street was always a challenging hike on any given day. However, on this night, it was a push over. The reality was that nothing or no one was going to impeed the progress of life-saving escape. The analogy of people turning into savages rang true as every one seemed to run over any one who could not keep up or get out of the way of the stampeding horde.

Any parked cars along the way were very lucky at getting out. It was highly improbable that the escapees would have had time to pack a bag. The thought occured when I noticed the absence of vehicles on the street that would normally be jockying for a parking spot. Thirst crept into my throat, taking away all the aforementioned thoughts that occupied my mind while running away from certain death. I peered briefly back over my right shoulder. To take a longer look could cause one to miss a step and fall down. A half-a-second was all I needed…it was all that it took to see the horrific, spine tingling, and blood curdling events unfolding behind us. It’s been said that the eye works just like a camera. The eye-lid works the same way as that of a lense shutter on any given image capturing device. It only took a split second to see the multi-colored death ray zapping people…first they freeze in their tracks, then the human body glows to a greenish-blue aura, revealing the skeletinal inner frame of the person being zapped…then the body vanishes; disappears! The proverbial description of “Crabs In a Barrell” was the order of the day. One dared not look back too long. We all kept on running.

We ran until we could run no more. We found ourselves walking briskly along with many people near the intersection of ‘Chew Avenue and Washington Lane.’ We didn’t know many of the folks whom who accompanied us on this newly found trek away from the Walnut Lane area. As everyone seemed to be migrating toward the train station just past Chew Avenue, there were hundreds more running from Upsal Street to our location. If people were attempting to board the SEPTA Trains, how many had money to pay, if they bothered to stop at the station? It had to be well past two in the morning by this time. We didn’t think about time with all this madness going on. But with time to stop and think for a moment, things of importance began to factor in. We had no food. We had no water. We had no transportation or communication. Another thought occured to me…remembering a conversation with the fellas at Gerry’s House, our place of catharsis after a long days work. We argued about what would or could happen if our country ever had to deal with an invasion. Remembering what happened with the “911 Tragedy” and the storms and hurricanes which devistated the southern regions, we all agreed on what would probably happen. If an invading force knocked out communication, transportation, and utility services, a country could fall victim to the invading entity. As I looked around, weighing our circumstances, the reality of our thesis has come to pass.

Some one in the crowd loudly stated that the lot across the street is a city emergency center. From my vantage point in the middle of Washington Lane, I could see the big white city trash collection vehicles parked within. The large lot held several other city vehicles as well. This location is a major City Trash Recycling and Transfer Station. It can accommodate a very large amount of people. The only question is, how can this facility take care of all these people who are in need of food, water, waste disposal, and many other needs. I saw women with young children and babies… The elderly were here along with the sick and injured. What could anyone do to take care of all these folks? The void of darkness was momentarily avoided for some with the use of flashlights, LED lights from the nearby train station, the low luster of the overhead city street-lighting, and the dying cell phones of many who had them; mostly the young.

People were sobbing and crying. The heartbreaking sounds of young children and babies crying really got to me. In the distance, you could hear the rumbling of the machines as they grew near. The white-greenish-blue-yellow-red lights glowed over the tops of trees and buildings along the Washington Lane corridor. Some people began to kneel and pray. Others watched with faces of stone-cold fear, eyes wide open; big like saucers. Many had the look of death on their faces. It’s a look that many meat workers have seen on the faces and in the eyes of the doomed cattle and other livestock caught in the shuttled chute of death. It’s the look, some say, of knowing that it’s your time to die.
Some of the so-called hard-core tough guys refused to show their fear because they were the intimidators of many, they packed weapons. They boasted of the ‘9mm’s, Glocks, and other hand-held weapons. These were the guys who could not afford to show fear or any sign of being a punk, reputation is all that mattered. The truth is, they were as afraid as everyone else. They held no power here. They had no one to sell their dope to…there was no one to intimidate. Their eyes gave them away… The machines got closer and closer…there was no where to go, no where to run…all hope is gone.

In the distance…one could almost hear it. A siren! A police siren! was it the siren of a fire-engine? Who cares…as long as they are coming to help them. The flood-lights of the facility were turned on as well. A city worker who lived nearby had access to the lot. It was he who had turned on the power. The people cheered loudly and joyfully. They rushed into the lot in hopes of gaining access to water and toilet accommodations. The sirens of the distance had arrived. They encountered difficulty in getting into the facility due to the masses of people crowding all over. The police car had to slowly nudge its way into the yard because people simply would not move. The space occupied by the masses was limited. The parked trucks and other vehicles needed to be moved in order for all to fit into the sheltered area. More sirens were heard in the distance. They were headed toward the Washington Lane Transfer Station too.

Along with the arrival of more police, the National Guard managed to get there as well. They were stationed at a nearby base located near Broad Street and Olney Avenue, just down the street from ‘Central High School.’ The trucks were loaded with water, milk, and food. They also stocked supplies for the elderly, sick, nursing mothers, and babies. The people were relieved. They praised their rescuers and thanked God. Seeing all this newly arriving help, the people began to gather themselves while regaining their composure.
The second police car turned into the driveway as the people managed to get out of the way. Then the first truck was able to pass into the waiting yard. The people’s cheering grew louder. The second truck began to turn into the drive when suddenly, it appeared as though the truck had set itself on fire…the ear-defeaning explosion sounded a split-second after the vehicle was alighted. Eerie sounding whistling was heard when the night-time became brightened with the brilliance of the alien invader’s killer ray beams. It seemed as if everything began to explode all around us!
The police could do nothing with this surprise attack. The national guard were helpless as well. The ones who escaped the exploded vehicles ducked for cover like everyone else. The problem is, there was no cover to be had. People, young and old, police, and guardsmen alike, died. They were alighted, alluminated til you could see there skeletal bones, and burned into invisibility.
Three floating vessels descended upon us from what seemed like every direction. The death ray beams screamed as they evaporated dozens upon dozens of innocent and the not so innocent into oblivion. I managed to grab ‘Dre’ just as he was about to go down. The man next to him had been zapped into dust just like the one on the other side of him. Another was zapped just as I pulled ‘Dre’ to me. We once again found ourselves running away from certain death.
screaming and crying people dashed all about. People were being trampled to death while trying to escape the death-dealing machines. Me and Dre got down on our hands and knees and began to crawl away, under and over bodies that had not been zapped but killed by the maddened, frightened crowd of “chickens in a barrel!”
Somehow, we managed to crawl our way back out into the middle of Washington Lane and across the street into the parking lot along side the train station. A train zoomed into the station as people attempted to stop the speeding behemoth of shining shimmering mass of metal. Unfortunately, those that attempted could not bring the track dependent vehicle to a stop. They all died in their folly.
The speeding train not only did not stop, it was burning inside. The vehicle was fully engulfed in flames as the riders inside were heard screaming when it passed. A second train followed inside of fifteen minutes after the aforementioned death-ride. It too was fully engulfed in flames as it sped past us on the platform.

The invading death machines drew closer as we rolled over into the tracks after the burning train has passed. I pushed Dre further down the tracks and under the dark dirty muddy platform. I really didn’t expect him to complain when he started to whine and cuss.

“Shut up fool…I’m trying to save both our lives!”

The death machines zapped all and any that it could find and/or see. One could only assume that the machines had annilhilated everyone due to the eerie quiet that followed the zapping noises. We could hear the familiar clanking, clunking, grinding, and stomping noise as the floating marauders floated off in search of new targets.
Miraculously, some of the people did survive the attack just outside of this station. It seems that everyone in the neigborhood didn’t come out of their homes because they weren’t all destroyed.
The sky-scrapper building tall spider-walking machine was still on location. It did something that we, Dre and I, were not aware of. All who were not killed in the attack of the three floating killer machines, were left behind for the walker-machine to pick up. Skullking along, it had these elongated octopuss-like feeler arms that reached out and grabbed people who were reeling from the attack of the floaters. These feeler-arms reached out and grabbed the stragglers, lifting them up high, and placing them in a basket-like recepticle or retainer. We could see this all happening from the cracks and splits under the train platform. We could see all of the activity on the Washington Lane and Chew Avenue intersection. Unfortunately, there were still a lot of people left to be had by the invaders from I don’t know where.

We could hear the captured people screaming from above. The walker-machine rumbled as it moved, gathering up people who ran in any direction that seemed safe. Dre and I stayed put under the platform. When the walker-machine crashed and crumpled its way over and through the surrounding buildings and gas station, it walked over the train station twice, as though it were looking for us. The platform came crashing down on us. We were pinned under the wood, metal, plastic, and other materials of the construction. Somehow, the machine did not find us. It lumbered on through the woodlands surrounding the Washington Lane vacinity. The group of death dealers appeared to be headed for the Stenton Avenue neighborhoods.

Dre and I managed to free ourselves and crawl out from beneath the destroyed platform rubble. We were more thirsty than before. Our throats felt as it we’d swallowed concrete from all of the dust floating in the air. The dusty surroundings were like that of a bombed out war zone…like New York, the day the planes flew into the ‘Twin Towers.’ We looked like the people on television who all looked like walking zombies, covered in concrete, plaster, and dust from all of the destruction. We had no idea of what we were going to do. Upon gazing all about, we decided to go back across the street and see if we could dig up some water from the bombed out trucks.
Fortunately, we were succesful in attaining some unscathed bottles of water and scattered bits and pieces of food packages. We gorged ourselves on our new found delicacy. With cleared thoughts and a real sense of awareness for danger, we decided to make our way back to Walnut Lane in hopes of recovering something we could use to aid in our survival. Obviously, the new found fortune most certainly would not be enough to sustain us for God knows how long, in this vast wilderness. The first thing we had to do, after eating, is to rest up a bit. There’s no way we were going to get any sleep. Sleep? Where would we, could we, go to get a good nights sleep? Sleep would certainly be an impossibility this horrible night.

The Sun was crossing the horizon when we awoke. I haven’t a clue as to how we managed to sleep through all the carnage surrounding us during the night. Opening my eyes to a new day, it seems as though all this was simply a dream, a strange nightmare of sorts. My vision began to focus. Hell no. It was no fucking dream.
Reaching out to my right, I shook Dre awake. He jumped up in one hell of a fright…”What the fuck is going on Russell? Where in the fuck are we Man? Where in the hell is everybody? Why are we lying under all this nasty shit?” “Ouch, shit!”
After bumping his head, Dre’s memory, the reality of it all, returned and made him understand.

We crawled out from under the debris of the train station, and made our way back towards home. We stood and saw it all, a vast and sprawling nothing. Everything had been laid to waste. As far as the eye could see, there was utter and complete nothingness. There were several dead bodies lying about. They were probably the ones who didn’t get or caught by the dangling octopus tenticles of the walking machines. Off in the distance, we could see a few of the walkers over in the direction of ‘Chelten Avenue.’ When we turned to look northward, in the direction of ‘Mt. Airy,’ we saw two of them walking about and continuing to reap in an unwary soul. The gaze east caught the eerie dust cloud of the ones that blew through here last night. We focused our gaze westward, up to the crest of the hill on Washington Lane, at ‘Musgrave Street.’ We saw only dust clouds from the destruction of homes and other buildings. Automobiles burned under the rubble as well. Gas-mains burned continually. Electric wires sparked and danced in every direction while they lay undaunted upon the blacktop roadways covered in ashe, burning wood, and other exposed building materials.

Dre and I walked up the hill on ‘Belfield Avenue’ past ‘Tulpehocken Street’ to the east side of ‘Walnut Lane.’ Pushing onward, up the hill of the lane, we finally arrived at the top, ‘Morton Street.’ Crossing Morton, the hill descended into the ‘Germantown Avenue’ corridor right after ‘Baynton Steet’ and the unit block of Walnut Lane; home.

 

~”Where Is Everybody?”~

 

Every house on Walnut Lane was demolished. Our place was no exception. However, the house didn’t collapse into the cellar. The windows of the basement suggeste that we could get in via that window or the back door. All of the rubble from the collapsed buildings seemed to fall outward into the street and surroundings, not inward onto themselves.
If we could get in and recover as much of the essentials needed, the better. Food and water was at the top of the list. We could see that there was no way to gain entry into the kitchen because the debris piled directly down onto the concrete foundation of the structure. Making our way around back, to the back door of the basement, we were relieved to find the door and frame still intact. We were able to gain entrance into the basement if nowhere else in the premises.
After our entry, we were absolutley correct in our assumption, we could not reach anywhere else, to our dismay. I remembered the meal we planned on the night of the invasion. It was laid out perfectly. A meal made to order…

Knowing that we could not regain the groceries stocked in the refrigerator. We rumbbled around underneath the destroyed house to see what we could gather. A couple of flashlights were still on the shelf from when we worked on the hotwater heater not long ago. There were also flares and buckets of citronila that could be lit at night…as there would probably be no lighting fixtures about. We could shoot a game of pool, the pool-table was still intact. Most of the things in stored in the basement were useless for our survival in this new found frontier, a new wilderness.

While we walked back to the house, Dre had a suggestion to stop in and see what we could get from the bombed-out corner grocery stores. There were a few of them around the neighborhood. There was a “stop-n-go” at the corner of Washington Lane and Chew, another at Tulpehockon and Morton, at Walnut Lane and Baynton, and many more all around the area to be had.

“Dre, don’t you think that I’d thought about that possibility. What about survivors, Bro.?”

“Russell, man, this is a situation that highly suggests that every man is now out for themselves…no one is going to give a damn about me and you.”

“I hear ya Homes, but don’t you remember what we saw on the way back here?”

There were pockets of people who were either completely missed in the attack and/or those who simply crawled out from under piles of destruction debris because they were unaware of what has happened and are now seeking some type of aid, food, water, shelter, and probably live-saving assistance from a medical professional or hospital. The landscape, upon their re-emergence from the pile of train-station rubble, was completely desimated. Survivors who managed to elude or somehow manage to escape death or capture, wandered all about like the zombies we so often laughed at in movies or on television.
I wondered, would we ever see a movie again or be able to watch television shows from our living-rooms, basements,or bed-rooms?

“Dre, the reality is we’ve got to get the hell out of here…and soon. The walking machines will probably be coming back this way and I for one do not want to be here when they do. What about you?”

“Yeah Bro., let’s get the hell out of here…I’ll carry what little we’re taking with us. It’s a damned shame that we can’t get upstairs to the ‘Frige…’ Damn…all that food going to waste.”

Once outside, the two close friends pondered over what direction to take in hopes of locating shelter, sustainance, or other people who could help them. Gazing all around, in every direction, they decided to firts go around to the 14th Police District. Maybe there are some cops there that could offer some sort of guidance. However, from where they were standing, one could see as far as Chelten Avenue without the use of binoculars. The 14th District Headquarters was on the way to that particular location. It, the building, was not there. There were no familiar standing structures to be seen at all. The ‘Town Hall’ building was gone as well as all of the buildings that aligned both sides of Germantown Avenue from the 58th, 59th, 60, and 6100 blocks of the avenue once called the “Great Road.” Everything was laid to waste. Nothing but rubble and debris. Russell and I looked at each other and decided to go and take a look anyway, there might be something there that we could use.

We could see dirt and dust being kicked up by some of the residents who survived the attack. You really had to look closely at thier faces in order to recognize any of the poor wretches who wandered aimlessly about. Several of the neighbors, recognizable and not, were crying and carrying the bodies of dead babies. Others wept over thier elderly and other kin-folk who went missing or had been killed. The hardest thing to witness was the children who now had no one to care for them…thier parents gone and no next of kin to look after them. Russell and I had to keep moving.

We combed meticulously through the rubble at the once standing 14th District building and found a few things…one of the most important items was a radio…a “police ban walkie-talkie!”

The bombed out building of the 14th yeilded a few other goodies as well. One of the first things that caught our attention was the fact that, in spite of just about evrey room of the structure was utterly and completely destroyed, the only room that was still intact was the men’s restroom. This room sat right next to the radio central control room just inside of the main reception area of the building.

“Impressive…the shit-house is the only thing standing in this whole heap of shit!” said Dre.

“I hear ya Homes, when was the last time you took a dump?” asked Russell.

“Yesterday before all this crap came about.”

“Well I’m here to tell ya man, I’m heading for the dump-room right now!”

“Russell, you know that your shit probably won’t go anywhere, the toilets most likely will not flow without water pressure.” Dre warned.

The toilet did flush and the water system supplied enough water for them to fill up bottles and three canteens recovered from the basement of thier house. Albeit, the water system was flowing, the piping was busted at several ends of the building. Water flowed freely from the broken and twisted metal tubing that seemed to stick out from everwhere. This would help many of the straglers who happened to cross this way in search of water.

“Okay Bro., lets do this…” Dre said to Russell.

Russell turned on one of the three ‘walkie-talkies’ and got instant results. The damned thing squelched and squacked until they were able to get a clear enough signal. The voices were all screaming at one another. They held warnings and orders as well. Commanders shouted orders to subordinants while reports of continuing attacks and destruction from the floating machines and that of the walkers.
It seemed that the current attacks were taking place in the North-Central areas of the city. Evacuations were under way for all the areas that haven’t yet been invaded. Directions were given for displaced persons to gather at ‘Philadelphia’s City Hall Courtyard, downtown; and those further south, to make thier way to the sports arenas on “Patterson Avenue.”
The voices were heard to say to responding officers to remain calm and to aid in the calming every person contacted, help is on the way.
The voices continued speaking. They were telling responding officers that the National Guard, and othe major military forces were being deployed and are on the way, if they hadn’t arrived already. The voices said for them to remain calm and in control…”Help Is On The Way!”

 

~”All Points Due South”~

 

All around the place, there was nothing but building debris and the occassional strangely shaped ashe. The ashen forms, me and Dre did see before. We didn’t really pay it any real attention because we were quite busy trying to keep our asses from being zapped and or captured. But the reality of it all was that it was time to face the reality… We became alarmingly aware that those forms of strange shaped dust patterns were the remains of human bodies. We’d seen these forms on the streets and roadways, all the way here and throughout this location as well.
The white ashen forms didn’t portray whether being male or female, ordinary citizen or members of the law enforcement community. They were simply yet horribly the remains of the dead, zapped into powdered forms of dust.
We only saw two or three bodies in blue uniforms, peeking through the cracks and crevices of the rubble that entombed them.
Russell and I ventured outside of the fallen building into the area that was once its’ parking lot. We’d hope to recover a vehicle or two that might provide us transportation. As luck would have it, several vehicles were spared the collapse of the building. However, how were we to get them out from all the other wood, brick, and mortar that was spread far and wide inside and outside of this parking lot and the streets beyond from the other buildings?

Death and dead things were everywhere. The helpless zombified victims walked and milled about, clueless as to what it is they are supposed to do. The voices on the walkie-talkie became more clear once we were outside of the implodded structure. The voices of police and military command barked forth instruction for eveyone in the city to converge on the center city area… It reiterated its’ instructions for those in the far south and west of the city to head toward the sports arena areas. We began to tred southward as we listened in on the radio transmissions.

Dre and I attempted to speak to the voices over the hand-held devices.

“Breaker, Breaker! This is a civilian citizen attempting rescue for folks in the north-west region and close point thereabout… Can you read me? …Over!”

Me and Dre waited for a response to out radio request. The damned thing spit and squawked back an answer.

“No citizens are allowed to transmit over police and military radio bans…get off the airway and contact a designated official at once!” barked the voice.

“Well I’ll be damned…did you hear that shit Dre? Do you believe this asshole? Is he fuckin crazy or what?”

I barked sternly into the mic of the radio device.

“Now you listen here you asshole son of a bitch…we are stranded civilians in need of assistance and immediate evacuation…there aren’t any fuckin officials, they’re all fuckin dead! If you’d like to talk to one of them who happens to be a pile of white dust, I’ll hold the God-damned radio to it so that it can hear you – STUPID! …Over!”

The voice replied, “Sorry son, we’re really all fucked up out here…sorry for your situation. As far as we know, sevreral battalions have been deployed throughout the cities on both sides of the river, Philly and Jersey. We haven’t heard a word from anywhere else at present…if you can, I’d advise you and your party to make your way southward toward center city…that’s were there will be supplies, medical aid, and possible evacuation available. We don’t know anything about what’s going on beyong the Mt. Airy and Chestnut Hill Regions. No news has been received from them at this point. Do the best you can to travel…we’ve been informed that all power, communication, and transportation has been halted and/or destroyed by these unidentified invaders. …See ya when you get here, Son. …Over and Out!”

Walking and stepping over the dead and the walking dead, Dre and I had made it as far as ‘Wister Street and Germantown Avenue,’ while listening to the communication and its’ instructions. We’d somehow seemed to have formed a bit of a gathering, a following horde of lost souls. These poor individuals assumed that we knew where to go and how to get there. Yeah, we were making an attempt to follow the instructions of the radio voice, but reluctantly. The hairs on the back of my neck began to stand up…I suddenly got a sense of the ‘willies.’ Dre could tell that I was feeling a bit uneasy with the trek south and the horde of wayward, wandering followers who have made chosen to make them point guards for the homeless. We continued to lead the way southward, straight down the avenue.

Nearing ‘Hunting Park Avenue,’ just beyond ‘Wayne-Junction Train Station,’ the air was suddenly filled with the scream of fighter jets and Blackhawk Helicopters. They appeared to be converging on the ‘Broad Street and Erie Avenue’ vacinity. We could here sirens in the distance as well. How the cops were getting around was a mystery within itself, we were lead to believe all the roadways throughout the region were covered and blocked with collapsed buildings and other material. Suddenly an alarm sounded. It was like an alarm that we haven’t heard in years… It was one of those civil defense alarms, like the ones we used to hear in grade school…like the ones our parents used to talk about durin a black-out during the war.
We could hear explosions and gunfire in the distance too. A greenish-blue-white haze appeared on the horizon heading south. Visibility wasn’t all that bad when an occassional clearing happened as the wind blew. We could see straight across the hilly region from where we were standing, near what used to be the post office on the south side of Hunting Park Avenue. A rather large Baptist Church used to stand on the other side of the street also.

Hunting Park Avenue at Germantown Avenue was suddenly filled with the sound of warfare. From somewhere over the crest of the hill, one of the floating machines appeared. It seemed to come from right out of the ground…from the bigh hole in the street that used to be occupied by the “Simon Gratz High School!” It was of course, gone. Then another one appeared right behind the first one. It seemed to be riding on its coat-tail, in a tandem sort of fashion. A third one appeared right after the second vessel. It too was floating in tandem as the yellowish-green glow of its center eye; atop the long-necked attachment to a boomeranged-shaped floating body of shiny chromed metal with two greenish-blue death ray beams at either end; began to shoot forth its zapping light-rays. The target was anything moving…anything and anything in sight!

 

~’Farmland, A Skippack Retreat?’~

 

…Washington’s retreat to “Skippack Farms!”

I remember reading about that in a book or story written by a Philadelphia writer originally from “Germantown.” Then I thought of a TV-Show, a series, about a bunch of zombies on the attack for fresh human flesh to eat. And then I thought to myself, why the fuck am I thinking about that shit when my life, our lives are in deep jeopardy in the present? In one of the bags we took from the police station, was a pair of binoculars. I took a closer look towards the Broad and Erie area, to my fright, I gathered up our supplies and grabbed Dre by the arm and shouted, “Come on Man, we’ve got to get the hell out of here…all of you people need to run and run fast…GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE NOW! GO BACK THE OTHER WAY!”

Now I knew why I remembered that television show about the zombies; the call was to make your way to a so-called central zone to be safe and rescued from danger. Bullshit…I wasn’t about to go to one “Hot-LZ” for another because some friendly voice was telling me too. We were turning around and heading back north…to hell with the going south.

The floating machines rose up out of that hole like demons from hell. The first one floated up and its’ yellow-glowing eye attached to an elongated neck scanned the area. The fiendish noise yeilded an echoish sound effect that reverberated throughout the immediate listening area. It actaully had the ability to drive one utterly mad…to a level of pure fright and insanity. The thing floated and scanned. It floated and scanned…and then began firing its’ death rays. The beastly metalic thing fired on any and everything in sight. It didn’t need to see its victims. It seemed to be able to sense their presence within the structures being fired upon. It’s also quite possible that the damned things were firing on the buildings simply because they existed.
As the invader continued its firing, another rose up out that hole from hell, right behind the first one. It too began firing at random. And then, a third joined thier ranks and began firing all about. The three of them were at first floating in tandom. They floated out from behind one another and seemed to touch or join the tips of their vessels, three in a row. Then they changed positions again with one in the lead as the remaining two floated just behind on either flank.

We didn’t wait for them to catch up with us. We ran straight back up Germantown Avenue. While we hustled along, the damned thought occured once again. The story from our local author, regarding “George Washington’s Retreat” from Philly to the “Skippack Farms” area in Montgomery County. The neighborhood was already desimated, so why would the machines want to return to our neck of the woods?
Running and jumping over dead bodies and dusty remains of human beings that have been zapped, we were making good time heading up “The Great Road.” The people who began to follow us to the south, followed us again toward regions north. Behind us, the war was fully engulfed. America’s War Machines were pitted against theirs in what appeared to be hosting a campaign of futile endeavor. They were quite simply getting their bloody asses kicked!
The cannons, tanks, and other fire-power of the local ‘National Guard’ and the cops, were not hitting their targets. The explosives seemed to be exploding all around them…a dome, a blister, a bubble, if you will, appeared at almost every blast or explosion surrounding the floating machines. They simply returned fire at just about every defender in sight. The death rays melted the metal war machines while evaporating all souls inside.
One could hear the battle from miles around. The waging battles ensuing ferociously at these two known locations. Suddenly we could hear more of the reverberating effects of floating machines coming in our direction from the west. In hopes of not being seen by the monsters, we ducked into and under the remains of destroyed buildings and other large objects along the way. The rays were blasted in our direction. We moved quite a bit faster as the mahines seemed to take thier sweet-ole time in chasing us, if that were the case. None of the machines appeared to move at a fast pace. They moved slowly and methodically. They moved as it they didn’t give a damn…arrogantly; as if nothing could hurt them. They moved as if they were invincible.

By the time we reached The Chelten Avenue area, there were dozens of people behind us and all around us as well. The survivors of the first wave of death and destruction were busy scavenging the remains of neighborhood stores and partially standing homes. Many of them didn’t even bother to notice us as we passed. However, when that eerie noise from the machines reached their ears, they froze in fright. More machines were seen traveling west to east on Chelten Avenue. Survivors immediately stopped what they were doing and began to ‘haul-ass’ away from the death-dealing metal assasins. A group of machines were again spotted approaching from east to west along the ‘Armat Street’ corridor. I don’t think one has to be a “rocket-scientist” to figure out that we have been spotted and were being encircled in a vicious snare, a trap!

 

~’Starvation’ – “My Brother’s Keeper”~

 

“It’s not possible that this is happening to us…we the people of the United States of America!” Who is looking out for us? Where oh where are our governmental leaders? Where are they?

Seeing and experiencing this catastrophe, reminded me of footage I’v seen on television broadcasts of people; survivors of earthquakes, twisters, and hurricanes…bombeb-out war zones! Footage of this sort was broadcast on a regualar basis via the news media, PBS, and many information venues.

Veterans often reminded those of us within ear-shot, of the tragedies witnessed and created by participants, voluntary or not, of war campaigns. The conversation often surrounded current events that have befallen us. Hurricanes have desimated the southern regions of the country as well as the surrounding Carribean and Latino Islands.
We’ve found it interesting how the southern regions, damned near simultaneously received disaster funds and relief while the Puerto Rican Islands and those inhabited by people of color, got a “foot-dragging” and explanations of how and why aid couldn’t get to them.

Headlines from newspapers found floating on the wind, along the war-torn streets of ‘Germantown’ as we trod along; was seen to read:

“Donald Trump Refuses to Send More Aid to Puerto Rico, Citing Business Interests”
https://www.yahoo.com/news/donald-trump-refuses-send-more-195456324.html
Chris Riotta, Newsweek

“Donald Trump has made it clear his administration isn’t planning to allow any additional outside aid to get into Puerto Rico in the wake of Hurricane Maria.

Speaking with reporters on Wednesday afternoon, the president cited business interests as the reason for refusing calls from lawmakers and activists to allow international organizations and governments to ship aid to the island.

Trump said he was initially considering whether to implement a temporary waiver of the Jones Act to allow it, but decided against doing so as “a lot of people that work in the shipping industry…don’t want the Jones Act lifted.”

Also called the Merchant Marine Act of 1920, the Jones Act requires all goods shipped between American ports to be on ships built, owned and operated in the United States.

The refusal to work with intergovernmental networks eager to supply aid to the devastated island was then echoed by Trump’s Department of Homeland Security. “Based on consultation with other federal agencies,” spokesman David Lapan said Wednesday, “DHS’s current assessment is that there is sufficient numbers of U.S.-flagged vessels to move commodities to Puerto Rico.”

The department did waive the Jones Act to aid Houston and parts of Florida that were ravaged by hurricanes Harvey and Irma. Senator John McCain, who has repeatedly fought to repeal the act, slammed the Department of Homeland Security for failing to extend the same relief efforts to Puerto Rico that it provided to parts of the mainland United States.

“It is unacceptable to force the people of Puerto Rico to pay at least twice as much for food, clean drinking water, supplies and infrastructure due to Jones Act requirements as they work to recover from this disaster,” the Republican McCain wrote in a letter to the department on Tuesday. “Now, more than ever, it is time to realize the devastating effect of this policy and implement a full repeal of this archaic and burdensome Act.”

Proponents of the Jones Act say that without it, the country would be forced to rely on cheaper international ships operated by foreign workers and put American vessels in a more crowded and less efficient shipping environment.

Temporarily waiving the Jones Act for Puerto Rico “would take American first responders out of the loop and replace them with Filipino or Russian or Chinese crews,” Michael Roberts, senior vice president and general counsel at Crowley Maritime Corporation, told The Wall Street Journal Wednesday. “Doing that at a time when many U.S. mariners in this region have had their homes damaged, their lives uprooted and now they need to work, to take that away is not something you want to do.”

Proponents of the Jones Act say that without it, the country would be forced to rely on cheaper international ships operated by foreign workers and put American vessels in a more crowded and less efficient shipping environment.

Temporarily waiving the Jones Act for Puerto Rico “would take American first responders out of the loop and replace them with Filipino or Russian or Chinese crews,” Michael Roberts, senior vice president and general counsel at Crowley Maritime Corporation, told The Wall Street Journal Wednesday. “Doing that at a time when many U.S. mariners in this region have had their homes damaged, their lives uprooted and now they need to work, to take that away is not something you want to do.””

It’s amazing how we can remember things that were taken for granted…it could never happen to me was the order and mind-set of the times. War is the order of the day…’North Korea’ will not back down; ‘Iran’ and ‘Iraq’ are both anxious witeh unexpected anticipation as to what this new regime will do next in upsetting “World Peace” and causing an end to us all via a ‘Nuclear Holocaust!’

People from ‘New Orleans’ were and have continued to suffer homelessness and displacement for more than five or six years after their hurricane disaster. The folks who were damaged by the “911 Attack” are still realing from continued turmoil and false promises from the ‘powers that be.’ And yet, again, “it couldn’t happen to us!”

 

Prologue:

“No one would have believed that in the middle of the (twentieth/twenty-first) century that human affairs are being watched keenly and closely by intelligences’ greater than man.
Yet, across the gulf of space on the planet ‘Mars,’ intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic regarded our ‘Earth’ with envious eyes…slowly and surely drawing their plans against us.
‘Mars’ is more than one hundred and forty million miles fron the ‘Sun‘…and for centuries has been in the last stages of exhaustion.
At night, temperatures drop far below zero even at its’ equator. The inhabitants of this dying planet, looked across space with instruments and intelligence of which we have scarcely dreamed; searching for another world which they could migrate…

They could not go to “Pluto;” outer most of the small planets and so cold, its’ atmosphere lies frozen upon its’ surface. They couldn’t go to “Neptune” or “Uranus,” twin worlds in eternal night and perpetual cold, both surrounded by un-breathable gas and ammonia vapors.

The “Martians” considered “Saturn,” an attractive world with its many moons and beautiful rings of cosmic dust – but its’ temperatures are close to two hundred and seventy degrees below zero and ice lies fifteen thousand miles deep on its’ surface

Their nearest world was giant “Jupiter,” where volcanic-titanic tips of molten lava, laced with hydrogen rises flaming to the top where atmospheric pressure is terrible; thousands of pounds per square inch…they couldn’t go there. Nor could they go to “Mercury,” the nearest planet to the “Sun”…it has no air; the temperature at it equator is that of molten lead.

Of all the worlds that the intelligences on “Mars” could see and study, only our own warm “Earth,” green with vegetation, ripe with water and possessed a kindly atmosphere eloquent of fertility.
It did not occur to ‘Mankind’ that a swift fate might be hanging over us or that from the firmness of ‘black-space’ that we might be scrutinized and studied until the time of our nearest approach to the orbit of “Mars” during the pleasant summer season…”

…AS Narrated By:
~ Sir H. G. Wells, Mr. Orson Welles, Sir Cedric Hardwicke, and Mr. Morgan Freeman ~

 

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Til Next Time…

 

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Epilogue (The Ending?):

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‘A Time Of Hallow Too’

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The Ides of Change Does Bring The Danger…”Something Wicked This Way Comes!”

SIGNIFICANT!

important; of consequence.

having or expressing a meaning; indicative; suggestive:
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Statistics. of or relating to observations that are unlikely to occur by chance and that therefore indicate a systematic cause.
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“You Unlock This Door With A Key of Imagination…But Where Does One Begin and the Other End?

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In and with all the mysticism, magic, science, and imagination of You; the ID, the Ego, and the Super-Ego; Hallow brings to bear…that often ignored and possibly forgotten, yet virtual stroll through your mind and beyond!

“God took dust from the ground, and formed Man, and inserted in him a spirit and a soul. This man was called “Adam,” which in the Hebrew tongue signifies one that is ‘Red,’ because he was formed out of Red Earth (Africa), compounded together; for of that kind is virgin and True Earth!”

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“They say there is no sin in killing a beast, only in killing a man…but where does one begin and the other end – Why is it the so-called educated do not acquire the good sense of knowing better?”

The Horror:
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keen and perceptive, having or showing discernment in judgement.

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having a pleasant smell; fragrant

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of momentous or ominous significance; miraculous, amazing, or awe-inspiring; prodigious; self-important or pompous

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a date or an event forming the beginning of any distinctive period:
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a heavenly messenger appearing in a vision.

“Even a man, who is pure of heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the ‘Wolfsbane’ blooms and the Autumn Moon is bright.”

 

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When Was The Last Time You Were Poisoned?

By

Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.

Is It A Stomach Bug Or Food Poisoning?

Tips For Identification

http://www.healthline.com/health/digestive-health/stomach-bug-or-food-poisoning#overview1

 

When was the last time that you’ve washed your hands properly? What about the person next to you at the sink in the restroom – did she/he wash their hands properly? Did they wash their hands at all? How about the guys and gals who are serving your food at the counter or the person who prepares your order? Did they wash their hands?

 

Overview

 

“You’ve probably heard people talking about the stomach bug or stomach flu going around at work or your child’s school. But what exactly is it? The technical term for this sickness is viral gastroenteritis, which is an inflammation of the stomach and intestines.

 

Food poisoning is different. It’s more common than the stomach bug. About 1 in 6 Americans, or roughly 48 million people, experience food poisoning each year.

 

Stomach Bug Vs. Stomach Flu:

Symptoms of a stomach bug

 

If you have the stomach bug, or viral gastroenteritis, you may have one or more of the following symptoms:

 

diarrhea

stomach cramps

nausea

vomiting

a fever

weight loss

joint aches

muscle aches

 

Stomach bug and stomach flu are both terms for viral gastroenteritis.

People typically develop stomach bug symptoms within 24 to 48 hours of being exposed to the virus.

 

Symptoms of food poisoning:

 

Typical symptoms of food poisoning include

stomach cramping

fatigue

diarrhea or constipation

a fever

chills

muscle aches

headaches

sweating

thirst

general malaise

 

In severe cases, you can have:

 

bloody stool or vomit

severe abdominal cramping

shock

a loss of consciousness

 

The symptoms of food poisoning usually appear two to six hours after initial exposure. Symptoms typically don’t last longer than two days. Food poisoning can occur in anyone, but it is most common in babies, young children, and the elderly.

 

Symptoms of dehydration

 

After several days with either the stomach bug or food poisoning, you may develop dehydration. Watch for the following signs and symptoms of dehydration:

 

a decrease in urine output

dryness in your mouth or throat

dizziness when standing

dry diapers

a lack of tears in babies and toddlers

low blood pressure

a lack of tears

excessive thirst

dark urine

dizziness, especially with standing

 

Babies may have sunken eyes and fontanels. The fontanel is also known as the soft spot. You should seek medical attention if any of these symptoms occur.”

 

 

My experiences with “Food-Poisoning” began a while back when I consumed so-called healthy peanuts, cashews, and a bunch of assorted nuts purchased from the grocery store. Now, many of us simply enjoy these types of healthy snacks and use them in abundance.

 

But when you come down with a sudden attack of vomiting and/or diarrhea, you often wonder if you’ve caught a stomach bug or if you just ate something bad.

 

“The viruses, bacteria, and parasites that cause gastroenteritis are often food borne, so most of the time you did eat something bad. In all cases you ate the germ. They are considered to be types of food poisoning. They are contagious, so food poisoning from them is contagious. Spinach contaminated with e.coli, berries contaminated with norovirus, and cantaloupe, sprouts, and peanuts contaminated with salmonella are examples of contagious food poisoning. You can also catch these illnesses directly from other people and it usually takes at least 24 hours after ingestion to get sick. (Norovirus can occasionally strike as early as 12 hours after exposure.) However, if you have gotten sick (started vomiting) within 8 hours of eating a questionable food item, then you may have regular non-contagious food poisoning. Non-contagious food poisoning occurs when you eat some food that has been improperly stored (or sat out too long) and bacteria have grown on it. The bacteria produce toxins that make you sick (even if you reheat the food the toxins will still be there).”

http://www.stopthestomachflu.com/Home/do-i-have-the-stomach-flu-or-food-poisoning

 

 

‘Caveat Emptor’

 

 

Grocery shopping at the neighborhood supermarket like ‘Shop-Rite,’ ‘Acme,’ ‘Save-A-Lot,’ or ‘Fresh Grocer’ will temp you into buying more than you’ve planned.

 

The prospect of “Food-Poisoning” is an often overlooked occurrence in the conversations of many. The topic usually comes up if and or when one is personally affected by this common disease.

 

How many times do you think the average citizen purchases a “Fast-Food” product in her or his daily routine at work, play, or some other away from home activity?

 

Often times, we in our daily activities run into fast food establishments to pacify our lusty cravings for a Burger, a slice of Pizza, a Cheesesteak, Hoagie, or that fresh piece of Southern-Fried Chicken or Fish; and of course the all-mighty “French Fry!” Maybe you’ll top it off with a ‘Diet Soda,’ a ‘Salad,’ or a “Milk-Shake” or two from the nearby “Micky D’s” or “Burger King?” Not to mention the neighborhood corner store who happens to make a sandwich or two on the side.

 

Now that we’ve touched upon the quickie-snack-fix, what about the sit-down at the table or booth enticement? Oh yes, the food-bug also punches people in the belly in these so-called safe eatery environments too. Have you ever been to an ‘i-Hop,’ ‘Applebee’s,’ ‘Olive-Garden,’ ‘Red-Lobster,’ ‘Chi-Chi’s,’ or ‘Asian (Chinese, Japanese, Korean, etc.),’ ‘Mexican,’ ‘Jamaican,’ ‘African,’ and/or ‘Middle-Eastern’ cuisine? I’m sure that you have. These fine places are some of our favorite places of pleasingly opulent consumption.

 

Have you ever been sickened at or by one or some of the delicacies of these types of places? What about that “rumbly-in-the-tumbly” sensation that maybe caused a bit of dizziness or that over-powering urge to make a mad dash to the nearest ‘john’ (toilet those of you who are not familiar with john)?

 

What did you do, think, or feel when everything inside you suddenly, unavoidably, and violently forced its way up and out of you…the top and/or bottom? If you’re one of the lucky ones, you’ll have missed the fever, aches, and chills that commonly accompany this sort of ailment. This often food-borne suffering can be deadly to those who are aged, sickly (immune deficiencies, etc.), and very young. Many people of this group simply do not have the physical capacity to fight off sudden ailments like ‘food-poisoning.’ Many elderly folk are commonly consumers of prescription medications that act in the nature of suppressants to these individuals. Sea-Food allergies pose the number one threat to people of this group.

 

Some years ago, I suffered an attack of such magnitude after consuming a couple of burgers from a Germantown burger joint. I’m sure that this food intake was the culprit of my ailment because I’d eaten nothing but that particular meal throughout that entire day. As soon as I’d arrived home, I began to feel woozy and shaky. Later that night, fever set in. I was fine. I did feel fine up to and not long after eating those burgers. It was approximately four, maybe five hours after consuming the food is when I realized what I’d done or what it was that made me feel sick.

 

This series of events put me down for two and a half days. Sure, I should have notified the restaurant of this misadventure with their cooked product. But I felt it would have been a lost cause because they wouldn’t believe me anyway. I was convinced that I would be beating a dead horse with explanations from the manager as to why their food was safe and bacteria free even though the entire staff is younger than my Grandchildren.

 

On a recent occasion, I believed that I was sickened by eating a cheese burger product from a well-known fast-food establishment boasting of arches. Again, the sandwich was the only food that I’d consumed within the entire day. It was a filling sandwich that held my hunger in check for the entire evening and night. Early the next morning however, was an entirely different experience.

 

When the tide of illness had departed me on the next day, I was hell-bent on revenge to the fullest! “I’m going to make them pay for this!” I vowed. Oh yes, I planned to confront the manager and threaten action if I was not brought to satisfaction.

 

…But then upon speaking with one of my sons via the telephone, he disclosed the fact that my grandson experienced the identical symptoms that I displayed a few days before. And then I remembered all of the others in my immediate family who have also displayed symptoms of the same or of some similarity…

 

This recollection delayed my visit to the fast-food establishment. Now I was not sure of whom

it was that was the guilty party in my unfortunate encounter.

 

I still think it is a very good idea to make contact with the restaurant or fast-food business where you made a purchase should you, someone you know, or a loved-one becomes ill after consuming a product. After all, all it takes is just one employee to not follow the safety rules and guidelines to make someone who is being served ill. How many times have you witnessed someone who is preparing fast-food not washing his or her hands – what about the utensils that they are preparing food with? Is all of the tools, i.e., knives, spatulas, etc., being cross-contaminated on the serving or cutting boards?

 

We as citizens come into contact with thousands upon thousands of other individuals on any given day. We have a personal responsibility to ourselves, loved ones, and the general public at large to be aware of what you can do to prevent contamination while practicing safe hand-washing and the prevention of potential disease spreading dangers.

 

With this last ‘quick-food fiasco,’ I do think my road will slow in the consumption of fast food. Albeit, I can truthfully say that I will probably eat out again (not in the near future though) as the aforementioned places do offer that “get-out-of-the-kitchen” break and/or the let’s grab a bite mentality after a night out, a show, or late meeting availability. The fast food industry has its place and I dare say will not be going anywhere any time soon or in the near future.

 

We simply have to be aware of our ability to make sure that we are and remain safe when eating out and at home.

 

Treating A Stomach Bug

 

“Dehydration is a serious concern for people who have the stomach virus. Watch for the symptoms of dehydration. You should seek medical attention if any of these symptoms occur.

 

Make sure you get plenty of fluids. Adults should drink fluids with electrolytes such as Gatorade for adults, and children should get fluid replacement solutions. These drinks coupled with water will help restore the body’s hydration balance. For best results, drink about 2 to 4 ounces every half hour to an hour. Don’t drink fruit juice or sodas. These liquids don’t replace lost electrolytes.

 

If you have a mild case of food poisoning, it may respond well to rest and fever-reducing medications. If you have a severe case, your doctor may give you steroids to help with heart and muscle issues.

 

Food Poisoning Vs. Stomach Flu

 

If you are trying to determine if you have contagious gastroenteritis (a stomach bug) or just ate some bad food, you must think back about what you’ve done in the past few days. If you have been around someone in the past 2 weeks who was sick with a vomiting and/or diarrhea illness, then you most likely have what they had (a contagious stomach bug). If you haven’t been around anyone who has been sick (that you know of), but you ate a yogurt that looked funny, a turkey sandwich that was left on the counter all afternoon, restaurant food (rice, salad, dipping sauce, etc. etc.), then you might have non-contagious food poisoning.  If you got sick within 7 hours of eating the suspected food, and felt fine shortly thereafter, you probably have regular food poisoning and are not contagious. If it has been 24 hours or more since you ate the suspected food item than you probably have something contagious. It is usually very difficult to be sure which illness you have. So, if you are not sure, err on the side of caution and assume you are contagious. No matter what you think you have, be sure to call your doctor if you think you are seriously ill.”

 

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Til Next Time…

 

 

 

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Is It A Stomach Bug Or Food Poisoning?

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Stop The Stomach Flu

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‘58 Stories and Flights of Rule From Above’

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“The Place of Division”

By

Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.

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“In the beginning, there was nothing. Then they were driven out of ‘Eden.’

Sin was the temptation!”

 

“And they began to build, and in the fourth week they made brick with fire, and the bricks served them for stone, and the clay with which they cemented them together was asphalt which comes out of the sea, and out of the fountains of water in the land of Shinar. And they built it: forty and three years were they building it; its breadth was 203 bricks, and the height [of a brick] was the third of one; its height amounted to 5433 cubits and 2 palms, and [the extent of one wall was] thirteen stades [and of the other thirty stades].”They Intended To Build It Right Up To The Heavens!

~ (Jubilees 10:20–21, Charles’ 1913 translation) ~

 

According to the ‘Hebrew (and others as well) Scriptures,’ Nimrod was a bold, strong, and boisterous King of Babylon. This man ‘Nimrod,’ is/was the Son of Cush, Son of Ham, and Son of Noah who was the son of Lamech, and son of Methuselah.

 

Albeit, Brother Nimrod was the fiercest and mightiest of warriors, he held a god-like tendency. He wanted men to bow down to him and not to “The Most High.” Have you ever wondered why prayer was removed from public schools and many public gatherings? Have you ever wondered why only certain religious holidays are observed while others are not in today society?

 

The meaning of his name is supposed to mean “Rebel” according to the Hebrew verb ‘marad.’

Adding an “n” before the “m” it becomes an infinitive construct, “Nimrod.” (See Kautzsch 1910: 137 2b, also BDB 1962: 597). The name Nimrod could have also been the derisive term of a type, a representative of a system that is or could have been described as a system that is epitomized in rebellion against the Creator, the One True God.

 

The Holy Bible (and other Holy Books as well) records the civilizations after “The Great Flood.” It has been said that a well-known tale of a man who fits a certain type as described by the Babylonians, the Assyrians, The Hittites, and the Sumerian’s as ‘Gilgamesh,’ aka, “Nimrod!”

~ (Genesis 10:8-12) ~

The immigrant who sits atop the ivory, glass, and steel tower ruling over the land filled with immigrants refused the admission of ‘fresh immigrants’ into “The Land of Milk and Honey.” He has no need for the offerings of “The White House.” It’s his house alone that rules!

 

Now this man claims all of the fame that is due other men (and women). He claims the praise and humbled prayers due to ‘The All-Mighty” from men (and women) at all times.

The Wise Josephus said “Here is precisely what is found in the Gilgamesh epics. It was Gilgamesh who set up tyranny; he opposed “Yahweh” and did his utmost to get people to forsake “Him.”

 

Although Babylon was said to have reached its zenith under ‘Nebuchadnezzar’ in the 6th century, the kingdom was started by Nimrod. Modern day Iraq along with its ancient wall lines and canals was also known to have been one of Nimrod’s kingdoms.

The one who sits upon the throne of the “Nation of Immigrants” has put the Nation of Iraq on notice along with North Korea and Australia while locking the gates at the heartland’s border to African Countries of Islamic Faiths. The land filled with oil is and has been a major temptation for those who profess to rule over all – “The Power(s) That Be!”

~ (Gen.10:10-11) ~

 

The “Tower of Babel” is attributed to its builder, Nimrod. The structure was given major thought as it was no “Straw, Wood, or Brick House” type of building built by the ‘Three Little Pigs.’ The best way to understand the “Ziggurat” is to know that it was built by ancient Egyptians as an “Assyrian Mountaintop.” With a temple atop, the Ziggurat was a man-made structure intended as a place to worship the host of Heaven.

~ (Gen. 10:10-13) ~

 

Before the Lord, Nimrod grew up to become a mighty warrior and hunter. There are many who believe this to be a good thing, a compliment to Nimrod. Well, it’s just the opposite.

 

As previously mentioned, the sons of Ham were ‘Cush;’ his siblings Mizraim,’ ‘Put,’ and ‘Canaan.’ After the flood, the land of “Shinar” was developed. The survivors after the flood became the citizens of Canaan, the ‘Canaanites,’ Mizram, the ‘Egyptians,’ and what most scholars consider “The Land of Shinar” to have been ‘Sumer,’ where Cush resided. The Babylonian Flood Story is told in the Eleventh Tablet of The Gilgamesh Epic with about two hundred lines of text on maybe twelve clay tablets that are inscribed in ‘Cuneiform Script.’

 

Cuneiform Script is one of the earliest writing systems in the world of ancient times. It was invented by the Sumerians of Mesopotamia. The distinguishing features are the wedge-shaped marks on clay tablets made of a blunt reed for a stylus. Its name simply means “wedge shaped.”

 

“Kish” was the first kingdom established after the Great Flood. The kingdom of Kish appears quite often on many clay tablets that have been discovered by archaeologists. Research shows that “Kingship” descended from the heavens to Kish after the Great Flood. The Hebrew name of “Cush,” which came a bit later, was moved to present-day Ethiopia when many migrations took place from “Mesopotamia” to other lands and places.

 

Except for the rulers, the laws of the Sumerians, was extremely binding on all who lived within. The rich and powerful rulers were a law unto themselves. In the Ancient Near East for more than three thousand years, this system was to influence other cultures which followed the Sumerian way of life. They were known as the ‘Accad,’ the ‘Babylonians,’ the ‘Assyrians,’ the ‘Persians,’ the ‘Greeks,’ and the ‘Romans.’ This nucleonic ruling system was founded, designed, and developed by Cush.

 

The Palace Library of “Ashurbanipal” in Nineveh yielded the discovery of the first clay tablets naming Nimrod among the ruins of the Biblical “Nebo.” Many other remains have been found since in a number of excavation sites as well. Its’ also been discovered that material of later dating and much older material was revealed on other tablets which consisted of numerous originally independent episodes that must have been current long before they were compiled and woven together.

Nimrod’s arrogance, ruthlessness, and depravity were a subjected and grave concern for the people of his kingdom of “Uruk.” The people were said to have complained to the “Great God Anu.” Anu instructed the “Goddess Aruru” to create another wild ox, a double of Gilgamesh. This action would challenge him and distract his mind from the warrior’s daughter and the nobleman’s spouse, whom he appeared to leave no peace or sanctity.

 

Does any of this sound familiar? History does have a tendency to repeat itself…no matter what time or dates have evolved. The epic of Gilgamesh contain some very profound and indecent sections. Pornography isn’t needed with this type of literature in the palace. It’s been said that Gilgamesh was a vile, filthy, and despicable man.

 

It was the old ancient historian Josephus who said of Nimrod:

 

“Now it was Nimrod who excited them to such an affront and contempt of God. He persuaded them not to ascribe it to God, as if it were through his means they were happy, but to believe that it was their own courage which procured that happiness. He also gradually changed the government into tyranny-seeing no other way of turning men from the fear of God, but to bring them into a constant dependence upon his own power. He also said he would be revenged on God, if he should have a mind to drown the world again; for that he would build a tower too high for the waters to be able to reach! And that he would avenge himself on God for destroying their forefathers!”

~ (Ant. I: iv: 2) ~

 

What Josephus says here is precisely what is found in the Gilgamesh epics. Gilgamesh set up tyranny; he opposed YHWH and did his utmost to get people to forsake Him. Two of the premiere commentators on the Bible in Hebrew have this to say about Genesis 10:9, Nimrod was mighty in hunting, and that in opposition to YHWH; not ‘before YHWH’ in the sense of according to the will and purpose of YHWH, still less,… in a simply superlative sense… The name itself, ‘Nimrod’ from marad, ‘We Will Revolt!’ These actions point to some violent resistance to God.

 

We immigrants (forcefully relocated or not), should all be a little grateful for the courage of the one or the few administrative individuals (Judges, Lawmakers, etc.) whom we are supposed to hold accountable; as they should be; who simply said NO!

 

Has this country (Black, White, Brown, and All Between) suddenly become a dictatorship at the bequest of the new administrator? This individual, as well as the cabinet appointees have been resented all across the country and around the globe. What do this major movement and opposition say to the people…the world?

Many European Rulers, Khazars, and Tzars have been admired and adorned with affection even though they were known human butchers and murderers. Are we to embrace them as brethren or loved ones?

 

Mesopotamia; the land between the Tigris and Euphrates rivers, the area between the rivers is almost entirely in Iraq, except for a small portion in the upper left corner that is in Syria, and some territory in Turkey.

Almost all sources, whether biblical or secular, have placed the land of Shinar somewhere in the southern half of Mesopotamia (southern Iraq). The traditional belief, therefore, has been that Babel, where the Tower was built, and Babylon, the infamous city, shared the same name and were located in the same place; claims that an ancient meaning of Babel/Babylon is “the place of canals”; he therefore puts forth his somewhat novel suggestion that Babel/Babylon also meant “the place of division” or even “the place of Peleg.”

 

 

“Immigrants Make It Happen”

~Hamilton~

“The Puddings in The Makings.”

 

A dangerous human being can sprout from virtually anywhere in the world. The power to deliver the death of a planned nature is cooperation from within. Religious, Racial, and/or difference of appearance have no bearing on denial of inclusion. This place, this country has its roots in immigration…an insurmountable amount of people have migrated to this continent and made claim to it regardless of the fact that indigenous human beings have already been established as such. That’s called invasion and occupation as opposed to immigration. Yet, the grand-fathered occupiers make laws and rules that affect the comings and goings of any and all who wish to cross the threshold of the land of immigrants. Targeted groups who are deemed undesirable by the ruler of the tower have no place here except if you look like him and/or are a member of the elitist club of people of mega-means. In many cases, immigrants reap what they sow…voting for someone who appears to look like you aren’t necessarily seeking to fulfill the desires and needs of those who blindly supported him and his agenda of “The New World Order!”

 

The traditional belief, therefore, has been that Babel, where the Tower was built, and Babylon, the infamous city, shared the same name and was located in the same place, ‘Iraq.’

Many verses in the Bible mention Babylon and could very well be quoted; that could refer to the kingdom as a whole and not just to the city itself. There is also the question of whether it is the city or the kingdom of Babylon that is meant in some biblical and other historical sense that “Babylon” refers to the kingdom, and not necessarily just to a city.

~ (Isaiah 39:6–7 Ezra 6: 1, 2) ~

 

Shinar was named as a territory in its own right in the one account, but was considered as part of the Babylonian empire in the other account. Because the Hittite kingdom was located in the north, largely contained in what is western Turkey today (Hittite Period, 2006), the area of Shinar would have been right next door and would have been quite convenient for making a campaign.

 

Shinar was a land in the north of Mesopotamia in biblical times; a section of the Khabur triangle. The Tigris and Euphrates join at the bottom right corner to form one river, the Shatt al Arab that flows into the Persian Gulf (Iraq 2003).

 

However, the ruler of the northern continent or the Americas has posed a travel ban on immigrants from certain lands and territories. Many of whom are of an Islamic deity or belief. How does one determine who is or is not Islamic according to what one looks like? Religious groups around the world are of different hues, colors, ages, races, genders, etc. How do you know who is Hebrew, Christian, Jewish, Hindu, Buddhist, and so on? Maybe the ruler from atop the 58 Stories can tell the difference…

 

In reiteration, yes many verses mentioning Babylon could be quoted, that could refer to the kingdom as a whole and not just to the city itself. “That everything in the king’s house would be carried to Babylon, while Babylon refers to the kingdom, and not necessarily just to the city.” Again, not unlike the bible era ruler who ruled from his choice of towers or castles, this common-era egomaniac chooses to rule from New York as opposed to Washington D.C., as accustomed by his predecessors.

 

In any case, the story regarding the ‘Tower of Babel’ indicates an entire territory involved in the migration would have been eastward of Israel, whatever translation is preferred. Genesis 11:2 (KJV) says that Noah’s descendants migrated “from the east” to reach the plain in the land of Shinar. Translation of the phrase “Eastward” and “from the East” translated “from the East.” These translations all appear to indicate that the Ark and Babel were east-west of each other. The Tigris and Euphrates join at the bottom right corner to form one river, the Shatt al Arab that flows into the Persian Gulf (Iraq 2003).

Almost all sources, whether biblical or secular, have placed the land of Shinar somewhere in the southern half of Mesopotamia (southern Iraq) The traditional belief, therefore, has been that Babel, where the Tower was built, and Babylon, the infamous city, shared the same name and were located in the same place. Many history scholars and theologians claim that an ancient meaning of Babel/Babylon is “the place of canals,” “the place of division,” or even “the place of Peleg. Another historian says that after the work on the Tower was stopped; those who remained in Babylonia eventually finished the Tower, which became the center around which the city of Babylon was built.

This is Mesopotamia, the land between the Tigris and Euphrates rivers. The area between the rivers is almost entirely in Iraq, except for a small portion that is in Syria, and some territory in Turkey. Is this a wonder that the leader of the ‘Free World’ considers these countries “enemies of the state?”

 

The meaning of the name, “Babel,” is defined right in the Genesis passage as “confound” (Genesis 11:9 KJV), which, in turn, is defined in Webster’s dictionary as “confuse.” A clear and straightforward reading of this verse and application of the principles of solid hermeneutics do not leave room for any other meaning Quoting ‘Habermehl,’ the English translations of the Septuagint Scriptures do not use the word “Babel” at all, but simply translate the name of the place where the Tower was built as “Confusion.”

 

This author’s aim is to point out the similarities between the appointed leader’s decision making abilities and mental intent to that of the ancient Biblical Ruler known as ‘Nimrod’ who challenged ‘God.’ His ideology was to usurp ‘The Most High’ by persuading men, people to follow, trust, and believe in him and not ‘God!’  This despicable human being has persuaded many people to follow, trust, and believe in him only…and no one else! One major difference between the two individuals is their skin color. Nimrod is recorded as rich and Black while the current person residing in ‘The White House’ is rich and white.

 

Current events included in his rants and ravings include:

 

The current US President refers to Elizabeth Warren as ‘Pocahontas’ in awkward White House meeting!

 

International Business Times

By

Harriet Sinclair

International Business Times

February 11, 2017

https://www.yahoo.com/news/donald-trump-refers-elizabeth-warren-192018708.html

 

The current US President is reportedly continuing to refer to Senator Elizabeth Warren as ‘Pocahontas’, a nickname he used for her during his election campaign.

Warren, a Democrat senator from Massachusetts, has a well-documented feud with the Republican, with the pair frequently taking to Twitter to exchange barbs.

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Trump took to referring to Warren as ‘Pocahontas’ in a reference to her Native American ancestry, which he has claimed is fabricated, while she insists is her background.

During a meeting on 10 February, Trump had referred to Warren as Pocahontas several times, while discussing her opposition to Trump’s Attorney General pick Jeff Sessions, who was confirmed this week, largely refusing to use her real name.

 

He reportedly told Democrats: “Pocahontas is now the face of your party,” New York Daily News reported.

On his campaign trail, Trump told NBC correspondent Hallie Jackson: “We call her Pocahontas for a reason. She said she’s 5% Native American. She was unable to prove it.

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“She used the fact that she was Native American to advance her career. Elizabeth Warren is a total fraud. I know it. Other people who work with her know it. Elizabeth Warren is a total fraud.”

Trump added: “She made up her heritage, which I think is racist. I think she’s a racist, actually, because what she did was very racist.”

In response, Warren referred to Trump as a “thin-skinned bully” and said he was not fit to be president.

“Fling as much mud as you want, @realDonaldTrump. Your words & actions disqualify you from being President – & I won’t stop saying it,” she tweeted.

https://www.yahoo.com/news/donald-trump-refers-elizabeth-warren-192018708.html

 

‘Who is doing the raping?’

By

Eugene Scott, CNN

http://www.cnn.com/2015/07/01/politics/donald-trump-immigrants-raping-comments/index.html

 

Washington (CNN) Businessman Donald Trump continued his verbal attack against illegal immigrants on Wednesday, in an interview on CNN Tonight with Don Lemon.

 

He has stirred up controversy in recent days for claiming “rapists” and “killers” are migrating over the United States’ southern border. Univision and NBC Universal have cut ties with the businessman, refusing to air the “Miss Universe” pageant he partially owns as a result, and Macy’s announced Wednesday it was also discontinuing his clothing line.

On Wednesday, Trump, who is a Republican presidential candidate, told Lemon he was pulling his facts from a Fusion article.

 

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“Well if you look at the statistics of people coming, you look at the statistics on rape, on crime, on everything coming in illegally into this country it’s mind-boggling!” he told Lemon, in a clip previewed on CNN’s “Situation Room.”

“If you go to Fusion, you will see a story: About 80% of the women coming in, you know who owns Fusion? Univision! Go to Fusion and pick up the stories on rape. It’s unbelievable when you look at what’s going on. So all I’m doing is telling the truth,” Trump said.

Lemon replied that the press stories are about women being raped, but not about criminals coming across the border.

“Well, somebody’s doing the raping, Don! I mean somebody’s doing it! Who’s doing the raping? Who’s doing the raping?” he asked.

 

Don’t you think this question is obvious since it is he who has been charged with rape and statutory rape, tax evasion, and crimes against those he refused to pay as well as those he cheated out of tuition money for an education that never revealed itself?

 

Trump’s candidacy was announced at ‘Trump Tower’ in New York, June 16, 2015.

 

“Immigrant”

[im-i-gruh nt]

 

Examples Word Origin

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noun

1.

a person who migrates to another country, usually for permanent residence.

2.

an organism found in a new habitat.

adjective

3.

of or relating to immigrants and immigration :

a department for immigrant affairs.

4.

immigrating.

Origin of immigrant Expand

Latin

1780-17901780-90, Americanism; < Latin immigrant- (stem of immigrāns), present participle of immigrāre to move into. See im-1, migrant

Related forms Expand

nonimmigrant, noun, adjective

Can be confused Expand

emigrant, immigrant, migrant.

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Contemporary Examples

The driver, “Amadou Diallo,” was a courtly “African Immigrant” who made it a point to wear a tie as he worked.

 

The Mad Shooter of Paris Is a ‘Natural Born Killer’

Christopher Dickey

November 20, 2013

They arrived on the shores of New York to join its large Irish immigrant community.

 

Meet the Original ‘Fighting Irish’

Jacob Siegel

March 16, 2014

The Lazarus Project involves the 1908 shooting death of an immigrant.

 

Way Out of Sarajevo

Jane Ciabattari

May 13, 2009

He was treated like an immigrant, working for minimum wage, missing his family and having to move on from his musical career.

 

Cuban Hip-Hop Was Born in Alamar

Daniel Levin

December 25, 2014

Her father was an Italian immigrant who came to New Jersey when he was a child.

 

In New Jersey, Barbara Buono Is the Last Democrat Standing

David Freedlander

February 18, 2013

Historical Examples

In development and conditions they rank with the immigrant from northwestern Europe.

 

Bohemia under Hapsburg Misrule

Various

Federal regulation has been increased with reference to all immigrant traffic.

 

Society

Henry Kalloch Rowe

Thus has the immigrant proved himself worthy to participate with our native sons in the homestead privilege.

 

The Continental Monthly , Vol. 2 No. 5, November 1862

Various

Sometimes they were written by an immigrant, a bona-fide worker.

 

Working With the Working Woman

Cornelia Stratton Parker

To have been an immigrant from the Missouri to the Columbia was an experience to which nothing else on earth is comparable.

 

The Columbia River

William Denison Lyman

 

British Dictionary definitions for immigrant Expand

immigrant

/ˈɪmɪɡrənt/

noun

1.

a person who comes to a country in order to settle their Compare emigrant

(as modifier): an immigrant community

2.

an animal or plant that lives or grows in a region to which it has recently migrated

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n.

“one who immigrates,” 1792, in an American context, from French immigrant, from Latin immigrantem (nominative immigrans), present participle of immigrare (see immigrate ). Emigrant is older. As an adjective from 1805.

 

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Many people have different views of the definition of ‘immigrant.’ One must realize that while Black People (as slaves) were thought to be originally brought to the ‘America’s’ by white’s, that particular group cannot be classified as immigrant. This group of people did not come to these shores voluntarily but as captives. Now on the other hand, the Europeans, and their descendents came here voluntarily not unlike many other people from around the globe.

 

Who is it that pays for the security of the “Command Tower” in New York? Who is it that is supposed to pay for the proposed “Wall of Mexico?” …We Are – The Tax Payers!

The men who worked on the “Tower of Babel” were worked 24/7 and those who were chosen who did not, were simply killed or disposed of by any means necessary.

 

This author can also point out and report that many who backed this republican candidate are now crying foul and not remembering who it was that voted for him – like the many that chose not to vote – foolishly believing that voting is a waste of time.

 

Remember that ole phrase from ‘The Good Book?’

 

“WE WEAP WHAT WE SOW!”

 

If this man hasn’t confused, ridiculed, divided, confounded, and bamboozled the people of this Nation and not to mention our neighbors and allies across and around the globe, who has?

 

The “indigenous people” of this continent are the only ones who can truly make claim to their stake in this land – “As Theirs and Theirs Alone and Along With The Other People of Colour who were here long before any white explorer or usurper ever arrived to these shores as settlers or otherwise.

They can truly say:

 

 

“We Are The True People of This Land and Everyone Else Is An Immigrant!”

 

 

Til Next Time…

 

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Lift Every Voice and Sing

Lyrics:

Lift ev’ry voice and sing,

‘Til earth and heaven ring,

Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;

Let our rejoicing rise

High as the list’ning skies,

Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.

Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,

Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us;

Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,

Let us march on ’til victory is won.

Stony the road we trod,

Bitter the chastening rod,

Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;

Yet with a steady beat,

Have not our weary feet

Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?

We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,

We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,

Out from the gloomy past,

‘Til now we stand at last

Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.

God of our weary years,

God of our silent tears,

Thou who has brought us thus far on the way;

Thou who has by Thy might

Led us into the light,

Keep us forever in the path, we pray.

Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee,

Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee;

Shadowed beneath Thy hand,

May we forever stand,

True to our God,

True to our native land.

http://www.naacp.org/oldest-and-boldest/naacp-history-lift-evry-voice-and-sing/

 

 

Source Acknowledgement(s):

 

http://christiananswers.net/dictionary/nimrod.html

http://www.ancient.eu/cuneiform/

 

Genesis 11:2 (KJV) 14 translations of Genesis 11:2,

Levin 2002; Stewart 2003, pp.?40–41; Walton 1995), 1834, pp.?217–218, Parallel Translations 2010, (Parallel Translations 2010); in addition, both the Brenton and NETS LXX translate “from the east. Genesis 2009, Translations 2010, Faber 1816, pp.?372–376, Faber (1816, p.?374), Cornuke (2008), (Iraq 2003, (Benner 2006; Bromiley 1979, p.?382; Brown, Driver, and Briggs 1907, p.?93; Cheyne 1899, pp.?409–412; Henry 1992, p.?25; Kidner 1967, pp.?110–111; Kitto 1904, p.?84; Leick 2002, p.?245; Mackintosh 1972, pp.?56–58; Oates 1979, p.?60; Ross 1985, p.?44; Smith 1948, p.?71), Cooper (1995, p.?177) claims that an ancient meaning of Babel/Babylon is “the place of canals”; he therefore puts forth his somewhat novel suggestion that Babel/Babylon also meant “the place of division” or even “the place of Peleg.” Halley (1965, p.?83), Creationist Holt (1996), Lasor (1988, p.?481), (for example, Levin 2002; Stewart 2003, pp.?40–41; Walton 1995).

 

Tsars Of Russia – Looking for Tsars/Tzars Of Russia?

http://us.wow.com/search?s_pt=aolsem&s_it=aolsem&s_chn=257&q=tsars%20russia

 

“In the days of Phalek (Peleg), the earth was divided a second time among the three sons of Noah; Shem, Ham and Japheth” – it had been divided once previously among the three sons by Noah himself.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peleg

 

(literal biblical interpretation, see, for example, Habermehl 1995, pp. 5–18)

(Webster 1973, p.?383)

(NETS and Brenton LXX, Genesis 11:9)

 

Dictionary.com

International Business Times

CNN News

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~ “A Trilogy of Faith” ~

http://blackauthorsconnect.com/cgi-bin/blog.cgi?blog_id=306034&cid=10

 

~ “An Infinite Place, An Infinite Purpose” ~

http://blackhistory.com/content/301391/an-infinite-place-an-infinite-purpose

 

~ “Sedition – Treason, What’s The Difference?” ~

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https://independent.academia.edu/GregoryVBoulware

http://blackhistory.com/content/299879/sedition-treason-what-s-the-difference

 

~ ‘Between The Head And The Heart’ ~

http://blackhistory.com/content/296171/between-the-head-and-the-heart

http://landofozandthelandofbabel.blogspot.com/

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TheSpiritoftheSoul_1.11.12

By
Gregory V. Boulware

“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
~ Maya Angelou ~

One politically conservative American Hebrew/Jew is proud to remember that the rescue of the Falashas is the only event in history in which black people were taken from African slavery to freedom!”
http://theeyeofcain.blogspot.com/

How soon (and not) we forget the history of mankind, i.e., “Shem, Ham, Japheth, Noah’s Ark, Sodom and Gomorra,” especially while existing in this day of stolen and corrupted leadership in the Americas as well as Europe and further abroad. What lessons have we learned along the way? Apparently not many – it seems that we as mankind continually tend to repeat the mistakes of the past.

Will We Never Learn?

And now the he reigns supreme from atop the Ivory Tower of Glitter and Gluttony.

“Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed,
In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.
~The Conquest of Canaan~

“And when the thousand years are expired, Satan shall be loosed out of his prison,
And shall go out to deceive the nations which are in the four quarters of the Earth, Gog and Magog, to gather them together to battle: the number of whom is as the sand of the sea.
And they went up on the breadth of the earth, and compassed the camp of the saints about, and the beloved city: and fire came down from God out of heaven, and devoured them.
And the devil that deceived them was cast into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the Beast and the False Prophet are, and shall be tormented day and night for ever and ever.”
(Rev. 20:7-10)

African-American Culture in the United States refers to the cultural contributions of Americans of African descent to the culture of the United States, either as part of or distinct from American culture. The distinct identity of African American culture is rooted in the historical experience of the African American people, including the Middle Passage, and thus the culture retains a distinct identity while at the same time it is enormously influential to American culture as a whole.”

Dr. William E. B. Dubois, who wrote “Mr. Washington represents in Negro thought the old attitudes of adjustment and submission; and Mr. Washington’s program practically accepts the alleged inferiority of the Negro race… On the contrary, Negroes must resist continually!

All mankind is descended from the three sons of Noah: Shem, Ham and Japheth. The descendants of Japheth, the youngest son, settled in Anatolia, modern Turkey, and from there moved into the Caucasus Mountains of Western Russia and from there settled Europe and Russia. They are the ancestors of the Caucasian peoples. Their main impact on Israel was through the Persians, the Greeks and the Romans.
(According to Genesis 9:19 and the Table of Nations in Genesis 10)

How Did An Ancient Egyptian Get Into The After Life?
“The gods judged how the dead person had led their life to decide if they deserved to be given eternal life and enter the afterlife. The dead person’s heart was weighed on a set of scales against the feather of truth. If the scales showed the dead person was free from evil, they were declared ‘true of voice’ and admitted to the afterlife. If not, their heart would be eaten by the ‘Devourer’ monster and they would cease to exist – forever.”
THIS STORY IS 85000 YEARS OLD
~ David Johnson~
Monday, January 13th 2014 at 7:05PM

“The Eye of Cain”

The Sun shined brightly over the land this morning. A father gathered up his family and departed from their abode to enjoy a day of museum and culture. The malls and other gathering places were full of people. The family watched as they hustled and bustled about. They were many people. They were many different kinds of people, of all different hues and colors. They were different heights, sizes, genders, and shapes of all kinds. This country of America is awe striking, inspiring, and magnificent in its texture, mixture, sounds, sights, beliefs, and religions, thought the father as he looked at his wife and children with adoration. Selfishness, greed, hatred, idolatry, bigotry, envy, deceitfulness, and blind ambition may bring it all to an end should we not gather, remember, and practice the laws of God.

A child of color asked the father, “Dad, where do white people come from?” The father looked at his child and replied, “My child, all people come from God.” People began with Adam and Eve. Come and sit with me while I tell you of the things that have happened on this Earth, according to the Holy Scriptures. God created the first man and woman. Adam and Eve were people of color. They were driven out of the Garden of Eden. The Garden of Eden was located on the continent of Africa. They disobeyed God by eating the figs of the Forbidden Tree of Knowledge. Satan beguiled Eve to eat of the fruit and she convinced Adam to eat of it. They transgressed upon the word of God. Their ubiquitous life of leisure came to an end while the beginning of hardship, life, and death began.”

“The Hebrew-Israelites and Ancient Japan”-“Israelites Came To Ancient Japan“

The ancient kingdom of Israel, which consisted of 12 tribes, was in 933 B.C.E. divided into the southern kingdom of Judah and the northern kingdom of Israel. The 10 tribes out of 12 belonged to the northern kingdom and the rest to the southern kingdom. The descendants from the southern kingdom are called Jews. The people of the northern kingdom were exiled to Assyria in 722 B.C.E. and did not come back to Israel. They are called “the Ten Lost Tribes of Israel.” They were scattered to the four corners of the earth. We find the descendants of the Israelites not only in the western world, but also in the eastern world especially along the Silk Road. The following peoples are thought by Jewish scholars to be the descendants of the Ten Lost Tribes of Israel.

There is no knowledge that a real scroll of a Jewish Torah was ever found in a Japanese historical site. However, it appears this “Scroll of the Tora” is a derivation of the Jewish Torah.

Japanese “Omikoshi” Resembles the Ark of the Covenant.

In the Bible, in First Chronicles, chapter 15, it is written that David brought up the ark of the covenant of the Lord into Jerusalem.

“David and the elders of Israel and the commanders of units of a thousand went to bring up the ark of the covenant of the LORD from the house of “Obed-Edom,” with rejoicing. …Now David was clothed in a robe of fine linen, as were all the Levites who were carrying the ark, and as were the singers, and Kenaniah, who was in charge of the singing of the choirs. David also wore a linen ephod. So all Israel brought up the ark of the covenant of the LORD with shouts, with the sounding of rams’ horns and trumpets, and of cymbals, and the playing of lyres and harps.” (15:25-28)

“The Essence of Invasion and Annihilation – Gog, Magog, and Friends”

In reiteration to “The Eye of Cain” and in concurrence to many cited sources and scholars that have speculated, theorized, predicted, written, and believe in the impending annihilation of Israel, this latest insertion is added to the theory in the history of man-kind (and woman-kind).

The entire planet is caught up in this menagerie of violence, mass killing, greed, jealousy, accusations, lies, deceit, condemnation, and chaos. It seems the nations, countries, and people of this planet are suffering from selective amnesia. How soon (and not) we forget the history of mankind, i.e., “Shem, Ham, Japheth, Noah’s Ark, Sodom and Gomorra.”

In this world of multiple and implemented ill practiced divisive, seperative, man-made religions; speaking as a believer-descendent of the Hebrew Culture, “House of Judah” and Supporter of Homo-Sapien Kinship, why is it this particular group of people (Israel) are looked upon with such hatred? “Gog,” of the land of “Magog,” the chief prince of “Meshech” and “Tubal,” specifically illustrates this hatred.

The war at the end of the tribulation, known as Armageddon, is a world war. Revelation tells us that this battle will involve all nations. The war described in Ezekiel includes specific nations that invade Israel. Also, Armageddon is at the climax of the tribulation, while the war described in Ezekiel comes well before then. Ezekiel 38:1-7 gives 10 names as participants in the invasion of Israel that will follow the regathering of the Jews to their homeland. First mentioned, is the land of Magog.
The most common identity for Magog is in Central Asia. The Jewish historian Josephus said, “Magog founded the Magogians, called Scythians by the Greeks. Scythians were a nomadic tribe who inhabited the ancient territory from Central Asia across the southern part of ancient Russia.” Today this area is inhabited by the former Soviet Republics of Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, Tajikistan, and possibly northern parts of Afghanistan. All of these nations that make up the land of Magog have one thing in common – Islam.

The ancient kingdom of Cush in Ezekiel’s time was the land just south of Egypt on the Nile River. Today this land is occupied by Sudan. Sudan is home to the National Islamic Front, is ruled by an Islamic military dictatorship, a strong supporter of Iraq, home to Osama bin Laden from 1991-1996, and harbors countless Islamic terrorist groups. Sudan would easily fit into the coalition as it is already close allies with Iran, trading military supplies for docking rights on the Red Sea shipping routes.

Ancient Put was the land just west of Egypt, or what is today Libya. Libya is another sponsor of terrorism, and openly refuses to recognize Israel’s right to even exist. When the coalition against Israel is formed, Libya won’t have to be asked twice to join.

“The Lost Tribes of Twelve and Yahveh the Father”

When ‘Messiah’ was first named by the angel and later given that name at His circumcision, a Greek name would have never been permitted. Jews were vitally concerned with pedigrees. According to Jewish biblical tradition, the name of the offspring was always given with the name of the father. It was completely unacceptable for a Jew to take a Gentile name.
Using ‘YAHshua’s’ true name brings glory to the name of YAHveh the Father.

YAHveh, the Holy One of Israel, became flesh and blood and dwelt on earth to bring salvation to Israel and all Gentiles later to be joined with her. In Hebrew, the word for salvation or saves is SHUA. That is why the angel told Joseph, “She will bear a Son; and you shall call ‘His’ name “Yahhushua/YahSHUA,” for it is He who will save His people from their sins”

THE REUNIFICATION OF EPHRAIM AND JUDAH

One of the important results of the end-time events that lead to the return of the Messiah is the reunification of the “lost tribes” of Israel/Ephraim with their brethren. “All of Israel” (the entire twelve tribes) cannot be saved unless they are all brought back into a unity (Echad). It is necessary for those of Israel who are “lost” among the nations (Ephraim, the “fullness of the gentiles”) to come back in, and only then can this happen. This is the point of the “mystery” of Romans 11:25.

According to Genesis 9:19 and the Table of Nations in Genesis 10, all mankind is descended from the three sons of Noah: Shem, Ham and Japheth. The descendants of Japheth, the youngest son, settled in Anatolia, modern Turkey, and from there moved into the Caucasus Mountains of Western Russia and from there settled Europe and Russia. They are the ancestors of the Caucasian peoples. Their main impact on Israel was through the Persians, the Greeks and the Romans.
Ham’s descendants became the various Black peoples who settled the African continent and parts of the Arabian Peninsula. His sons were Cush, whose descendants settled in Ethiopia, Mizraim, whose descendants settled in Egypt, Put, whose descendants settled in Libya, and Canaan, whose descendants settled in Palestine and founded the cities of Sidon, Tyre and Carthage and, among others, were the ancestors of the Phoenicians.

Collectively, in ancient times the descendants of Cush formed a large ethnic group and were the main populace of the Cushite Empire, which extended from present-day western Libya to Ethiopia and Nubia, south of Egypt, all of present-day Egypt, and the Arabian peninsula into the mountains of Turkey. They spoke a variety of languages and had skin pigmentation ranging from dark black to medium brown.

From the first time Christian children settle into Sunday school classrooms, an image of Jesus Christ is etched into their minds. In North America he is most often depicted as being taller than his disciples, lean, with long, flowing, light brown hair, fair skin and light-colored eyes. Familiar though this image may be, it is inherently flawed.

A person with these features and physical bearing would have looked very different from everyone else in the region where Jesus lived and ministered. Surely the authors of the Bible would have mentioned so stark a contrast.

On the contrary, according to the Gospel of Matthew, when Jesus was arrested in the garden of Gethsemane before the Crucifixion, Judas Iscariot had to indicate to the soldiers whom Jesus was because they could not tell him apart from his disciples. Further clouding the question of what Jesus looked like is the simple fact that nowhere in the New Testament is Jesus described, nor have any drawings of him ever been uncovered.
There is the additional problem of having neither a skeleton nor other bodily remains to probe for DNA. In the absence of evidence, our images of Jesus have been left to the imagination of artists.

Africa boasts one of the World’s Oldest Civilizations. It was called Nubia; during the time of ancient Egypt, and the People of Nubia or Kush were Black. “Black/White” is a term first used 800 years ago as a tool to divide the Descendants of Adam.

The People

A “white” ruling warrior caste white skin, and blue eyes and a verging on deep black “Black” class of commoners
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khazars

It has been estimated that from 25 to 28 distinct ethnic groups made up the population of the Khazar Qaganate, aside from the ethnic elite. The ruling elite seems to have been constituted out of nine tribes/clans, themselves ethnically heterogeneous, spread over perhaps nine provinces or principalities, each of which would have been allocated to a clan.

In terms of caste or class, some evidence suggests that there was a distinction, whether racial or social is unclear, between “White Khazars” (Ak-Khazars) and “Black Khazars” (Qara-Khazars). The 10th century Muslim geographer al-Iakhri, claimed that the White Khazars were strikingly handsome with reddish hair, white skin, and blue eyes, while the Black Khazars were swarthy, verging on deep black, as if they were “some kind of Indian.”

Many Turkic nations had a similar (political, not racial) division between a “white” ruling warrior caste and a “Black” class of commoners; the consensus among mainstream scholars is that Istakhri was confused by the names given to the two groups. However, Khazars are generally described by early Arab sources as having a white complexion, blue eyes, and reddish hair. The name of the presumed founding Ashinà clan itself may reflect an etymology suggestive of a darkish colour. The distinction appears to have survived the collapse of the Khazarian empire. Later Russian chronicles, commenting on the role of the Khazars in the magyarization of Hungary, refer to them as “White Ugrian” and Magyars as “Black Ugrians”.

Name of the Hebrew language The Hebrew language is a member of the larger group of Canaanite languages within Northwest Semitic. The language has been known as “Hebrew” in English since the 11th century, from Old French Ebreu, in turn from Latin Hebraeus and Greek Hebraios, ultimately a loan from “Assyrian lettering” (Ktav Ashuri), the “square-script”, by Ezra the Scribe following the Babylonian Exile.

Since the Hebrew Bible makes a point of marking the Canaanites as peoples set apart from the Israelites, the extent of the distinction between the culture of the Canaanites and the Israelites is a matter of debate. It has been argued that the Israelites were themselves Canaanites, and that “historical Israel”, as distinct from “literary” or “Biblical Israel” was a subset of Canaanite culture. It is also known that Israelites and later the subdivision of Israelites known as the Judeans spoke Hebrew as their main language
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hebrews

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Til Next Time…

Acknowledgment of Sources:

‘The Triplets and One’
http://theeyeofcain.blogspot.com/
http://thehebrew-israelitesandjapan.blogspot.com/
http://theessenceofinvasionandannihila.blogspot.com/
http://yahvehthefatherthelosttribesoftwelve.blogspot.com/

The Conquest of Canaan
file:///C:/Users/Owner/Documents/Greg’s%20Place/EducationData/Literary/Philosophical/The%20Conquest%20of%20Canaan.htm
http://www.reformation.org/conquest-of-canaan.html

African Culture
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/African_American_culture

“RACISM – ALIVE AND WELL!”
http://blackinamerica.com/cgi-bin/blog.cgi?cid=10&blog_id=250487

Mr. David Johnson of ‘Black In America’ and the Connect Platforms
Courtesy of David Johnson, B.I.A.
http://atlantablackstar.com/2015/01/23/10-pieces-of-evidence-that-prove-black-people-sailed-to-the-americas-long-before-columbus/2/Wikipedia

Wikipedia
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khazars
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hebrews

The TRUE Hebrews defined by Scripture and history. WARNING you will be shocked!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEDfrBBPZzg

”Who Are The Real Children Of Israel?”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BloNZd3Ib_Q

Farrakhan: Netanyahu aims to undermine Obama, drive U.S. to war with Iran
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NlpZ8u2AB84

Farrakhan on 9-11: What You Need to Know #False Flag
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RXqTcw8Q4f0

Giuliani blasted by Farrakhan for Obama comments
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EJEYBo2eepo

Farrakhan goes HARD on Mayor Giuliani and police injustice!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5jL2xtRM-Zc

Rudy Giuliani Shows His True Colors — White
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYs7B7dVQUY

Black Law Enforcement addresses NYC Mayor Giuliani’s racist remarks
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gP2jT278Cp4

Malcolm X: King James and the Bible
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekZNoUQ0eQ8

Sunny Red Cloud
https://plus.google.com/+sunnyredcloud/posts

THE PHYSICAL APPEARANCE OF ANCIENT ISRAEL THE HEBREWS & THE SONS OF HAM – Deacon Ron Gray:
http://blackinamerica.com/cgi-bin/blog.cgi?cid=10&blog_id=277250

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Judah in the Land of Ham
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“The Illusion of Inclusion!”
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By
Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.
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Adam said to his son Seth, “Thou knowest this world – that it is full of sorrow and weariness, and thou knowest all that has come upon us, from our trials in it. Therefore, I command thee to keep innocency, to be pure and just, and trusting in God; and lean not to the discourses of Satan, nor to the apparitions in which he will show himself to thee. Keep the commandments that I have given thee this day; then give the same to thy sons and daughters.
And so that this commandment abide firm among all your children; sever thy children and thy children’s children from Cain’s children; do not let them ever mix with those, nor come near them either in their words or in their deeds.”

Yahshua/Jesus Once Said to the People:

“There was once a landlord who planted a vineyard. He rented it out to tenants and left home for a long time. When the time came to gather the grapes, he sent a slave to the tenants to receive from them his share of the harvest.

The tenants beat the slave and sent him away without anything. The landlord sent a second slave. The tenants shamefully beat him, wounded him, embarrassed him, and threw him out. He sent a third and the same happened to him.

The landlord thought what shall I do? I’ll send my son, they surely will respect him. He sent his son. When they saw his son coming – they said let’s kill him and his property shall be ours!

So they threw him out of the vineyard and killed him. What then will the owner do to those tenants? He will come and kill the tenants and give the vineyard to other tenants.”
~ “The Eye of Cain” ~
http://theeyeofcain.blogspot.com/

My friend, the late ‘Brother Ronald “Kenyatta” Edwin Reed, aided in my pathway to wisdom, knowledge, and a better understanding of that which is destined for us.

I was brought to a clear and profound sense of realization while relaxing and watching a few old classic horror movies. One of the vintage shows portrayed the image of ‘The Messiah’ as he is/was truly seen by those who are not of colored pigmentation. Oh yes, I was taken aback…surprised in fact that the church would depict a Black Man as a motif in the stained-glass murals or painted windows of such an establishment.

One of the movies was “The War of The Worlds” by H.G.Wells and the starring role headed by Mr. Gene Barry. The movie was produced in 1953. The other movie was “Taste the Blood of Dracula.” This particular version was released in 1970. The ‘Hammer Productions’ was a series of Dracula movies in which the starring roles cast Mr. Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing as the good and bad guys during the fifties, sixties, and seventies movie-going era. It has been written and recorded by me as well as many other authors that Jesus is/was a person of colour!

We have often discussed the true description of the ‘Savior’ as we have known Him and should know Him, “The Messiah.”

“Saying, I am the Alpha and Omega, the first and the last; and, what thou seest, write in a book, and send it unto the seven churches which are in Asia; unto Ephesus, and unto Smyrna, and unto Pergamos, and unto Thyatira, and unto Sardis, and unto Philadelphia, and unto Laodicea.
And I turned to see the voice that spake with me. And being turned, I saw seven golden candlesticks; And in the midst of the seven candlesticks one like unto the Son of man, clothed with a garment down to the foot, and girt about the paps with a golden girdle, His head and His hairs were white like wool, as white as snow; and His eyes were as a flame of fire; and His feet like unto fine brass as if they burned in a furnace; and His voice as the sound of many waters.”
~ Revelations 1:11-15 ~

Kenyatta and I had enjoyed many an argument and agreement, as I shall truly miss his tutelage, inspiration, humor, support, and compassion…he remains in the memory, heart, and soul of this one who is one of his many admirers and friends.

This good brother, known for his belief in the “Hebrew-Israelite Movement” was born to the world May 11, 1947 and began his new life on February 18, 2016.

His Eulogy as depicted by His Family:

“On May 11th, 1947, a baby boy weighing in at 9lbs. and 14oz.s was born in Washington D.C. to William and Katherine A. Reed. The proud parents of this fine healthy boy named him Ronald Edwin Reed.

Ronnie was reared in a Christian home and atmosphere. He attended the High Street Church of God in Germantown-Philadelphia and participated in Sunday school, Church Services, Youth Fellowship Meetings, Youth Conventions, Boyertown Youth Camp and even Wednesday Night Prayer Meetings.

He was a student at E. C. Emlen Elementary School, Theodore Roosevelt Junior High, and graduated from Germantown High School with the Class of 1966. During his school years at Germantown, he played varsity football. He was a member of the Germantown Bears the year they won the 1965 All Public Championship Game.

“Rohney,” as he wrote his name, was a very gentle, tenderhearted young man. He served in the United States Army in Germany from 1966 to 1968 and received an honorable discharge as an SP-4. After returning home from the war he began to identify with the ‘Hebrew Israelites.’ He became a part of the “Black Power Movement” which was the call for the day in the early 1960’s nevertheless, his tender heart remained. Ronnie worked for the Veteran’s Administration Office and the United States Postal Service.

He met and married Corliss Campbell and out of this union they had five children. He was a tough but loving Dad. His children said their father loved to sing and has his music playing all through the house and even had them singing along. He loved all sports and even taught the neighborhood kids martial arts.

Ronnie had a passion for nature and loved to be outdoors. He became a craftsman and an artist using driftwood, seashells, and many other forms of nature to create beautiful pieces of art work. He went to the seashore collecting seashells and then to parks and woods looking for the right pieces of driftwood. He spent many hours meticulously carving and painting his beautiful pieces which were eventually sold.

In 2006, Ronnie attended a special service at the church he grew up in and a wonderful change took place in his life. He recommitted his life to Christ. He called his Mom and told her that the Messiah was now his Lord and Savior. Praise God!!!

In 2007, Ronnie was diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma and fought this disease with a passion. He never complained, never asked for assistance and carried his cross with dignity. Whenever asked how he was doing, he always had a positive response… “I’m fine” or “I’m cool!” For eight plus years he fought a good fight.

After a long friendship, eventually turning into a loving relationship, Ronnie remarried in 2010 to his lovely wife, ‘Imani Willie Towns.’

He leaves to cherish his memory:

His lovely wife, Imani Willie Towns; Mother and Father, William and Katherine A. Reed; two sons, Kenyatta K. and Koron K.; four daughters, Tanyikia Alston, Twanda Campbell, Teneeshi Campbell and Kimeesha Reed-Walker (Kenneth); and one step daughter, Briana Towns; five Grandchildren, Jorrell, Kennedy, Lanaeya, Mekhi, and Kenneth Jr.; his loving and faithful Brother, William Reed Jr. aka Abdul Malik (Sandra); two sisters, Deatra E. Seibert and Desma S. Johnson (Darryl Sr.); two uncles, Samuel McCoy and Van McCoy; one aunt, Crystal McCoy; and a host of nieces, nephews, cousins and a community of loving friends…of which I am truly proud to be included.

There is one major event not mentioned of my late friend…this Brother talked, walked, and marched with Dr. Martin Luther King during many of the Philadelphia protests of the sixties and (including the protests and marches after Dr. King’s assassination in 1968) seventies! There exists a copy of one of the marches exhibited on one of the pages of the printed version of this eulogy. I, like his family, remain very proud of that fact regarding my friend.

Albeit I shall miss him as I will all the days and nights that we, along with several other compatriots of “The Catharsis Table” (pg. 350 of “Hallow 2,” A Portentous Epoch of Sagacious Redolence and Epiphany); these villainous culprits may have conspired to keep the knowledge of Kenyatta’s death a secret from me. I say this because I am/was truly hurt and crushed that no one bothered to contact me with the news or notice of his death and funeral. The group who generally met on a daily basis, sitting around the table of Ms. Gerry’s House (Geraldine and Ronald Acoyx), including Edgar “Buddy” Johnson and Maurice Grobes, who were supposed to be friends of mine, did not seem to care that Brother Kenyatta and I had become very close.

We argued and discussed Politics, The Holy Bible, The Holy Qur’an, The Torah and the Truth while we learned more and more about one another and spirituality, holistically. I learned of his passing from another group of guys from the neighborhood. Although they were pretty cool dudes, ‘Ron’ and ‘Rayco’ of Baynton Street, they were not members of our so-called group at the ‘Catharsis Table’ in Gerry’s House. We happened to be talking about a few things when Kenyatta’s name came up. The guys starred at one another and remained silent. In the height of the warm April afternoon of noisy traffic and children playing, silence reigned over all. Their solemn and blank faces said it all too… “Your friend is dead – they buried him about a month ago!”

I’ve learned many things since knowing and experiencing this human being. Brother Kenyatta helped and actually inspired me to create the article, “We The Matrix” as recorded within the pages of “Spirit of the Soul and The Death of Morals,” pg. 290.

If he were here with us today, he would definitely be against the evil one who proposes to dominate the world while sitting in the chair of “The White House” that American Slaves Built! Election Day is upon us with the writing. I hope and pray that good conquers evil while continuing on with life’s everyday challenges.

His friendship, spirit, and teachings will remain with me always.

It is Our Privilege, Our Right, Our Responsibility, Our Destiny…VOTE AS IF YOUR LIFE DEPENDED UPON IT! …BECAUSE IT DOES!

Til Next Time…

‘In Pride, Truth, Justice, Peace, and Love,’

‘G’
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“The Black Man has never been a competitor, but has always been subservient to the white race. And just as long as he remains subservient, his position is secure, and just as soon as he becomes a competitor, his fate is sealed.”
~Dr. Benjamin Hayes, Eugenicist, 1905~
~ “Sankofa” the “Maafa” ~
http://blackhistory.com/content/273292/maafa-life-after-conquest
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“It’s Not Too Late To Do The Right Thing!”
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“What Is A Man Who Does Not Try and Make the World Better?”
‘Black American Freedom Fighters’
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“The Eye of Cain”
http://theeyeofcain.blogspot.com/

“How To Kick A Politician’s Ass”
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“The Lost Tribes of Twelve and Yahveh the Father”
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“The Great Mediator – Just Words”
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“All Gave Some, While Some Gave All!”

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“You’ve probably missed this in the rush of news, but there was actually a report that someone in Pakistan had published in a newspaper, an offer of a reward to anyone who killed an American, any American.
So an Australian dentist wrote an editorial the following day to let everyone know what an American is. So they would know when they found one…”

“An American is…”

“You’ve probably missed this in the rush of news, but there was actually a report that someone in Pakistan had published in a newspaper, an offer of a reward to anyone who killed an American, any American.
So an Australian dentist wrote an editorial the following day to let everyone know what an American is. So they would know when they found one.

‘An American is English, or French, or Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek. An American may also be Canadian, Mexican, African, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Australian, Iranian, Asian, Arab, Pakistani or Afghan.

An American may also be a Comanche, Cherokee, Osage, Blackfoot, Navaho, Apache, Seminole or one of the many other tribes known as Native Americans…
An American is Christian, or he could be Jewish, or Buddhist, or Muslim. In fact, there are more Muslims in America than in Afghanistan . The only difference is that in America they are free to worship as each of them chooses.

An American is also free to believe in no religion… For that he will answer only to God, not to the government, or to armed thugs claiming to speak for the government and for God.

An American lives in the most prosperous
land in the history of the world..

The root of that prosperity can be found in the Declaration of Independence which recognizes the God given right of each person to the pursuit of happiness.
An American is generous… Americans have helped out just about every other nation in the world in their time of need, never asking a thing in return.

When Afghanistan was over-run by the Soviet army 20 years ago, Americans came with arms and supplies to enable the people to win back their country!

As of the morning of September 11, Americans had given more than any other nation to the poor in Afghanistan.

The national symbol of America, the Statue of Liberty, welcomes your tired and your poor, the wretched refuse of your teeming shores, the homeless, tempest tossed. These in fact are the people who built America

some of them were working in the Twin Towers the morning of September 11, 2001, earning a better life for their families. It’s been told that the World Trade Center victims were from at least 30 different countries, cultures, and first languages, including those that aided and abetted the terrorists.

So you can try to kill an American if you must. Hitler did. So did General Tojo, and Stalin, and Mao Tse-tung, and other blood-thirsty tyrants in the world… But, in doing so, you would just be killing yourself – Because Americans are not a particular people from a particular place. They are the embodiment of the human spirit of freedom. Everyone who holds to that spirit, everywhere, is an American.
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The Family Boulware*Butler:

Beginning with My GrandFather, ‘Ernest “Buster” Boulware,’

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…Our family has been made up of ‘Sailors’ in the United States Military Service. We’ve even had a few cousins who’ve been in the ‘Army’ and ‘The Marines’ as well. The latest of whom has come home from the ‘Air Force.’ Yes, My Beautiful Granddaughter, the eldest of my granddaughters, “I’Tia Gina Boulware” has gone and become an Airmen. Two of my sons’ (my eldest son and the one in the middle, of three) significant others were in the Army – the mothers of my Grandchildren!

We are a proud Black/MultiRacial American Family…I, as the head of this clan bear an enormous pride in all of my children as well as those who have passed on before us.

Thanks to All Who Have Served – For US!

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Wednesday, November 11, 2009
“Our Family Veterans”

“Our Family Veterans”
by
Gregory V. Boulware

“Hey y’all, wake up…get up!” “I’m here!”

That was the 4:30 a.m. and/or 5:30 wakeup call to arms by my/our Grandfather every time he came to town from New Haven, Connecticut; we loved that cadence! “Ernest (Buster) Boulware”, formerly of 142 Cedar Hill Avenue, New Haven, Connecticut 06511, was the love of my life!

“Ernest (Buster) Boulware” was born to…
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‘WINNSBORO’
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During the late 40’s and early 50’s, ‘The Boulware*Butler Family’ migrated from…

Winnsboro, South Carolina:

“Winnsboro Cotton Mill Blues,” an industrial folk song of the 1930s with lyrics typical of the Blues, refers to working in a cotton mill in this city. Textile mills were constructed in the area beginning in the late 19th century and originally workers were restricted to whites. The song developed after the textile mill had been converted to a tire manufacturing plant, reflecting the widespread expansion of the auto industry. The song has been sung by ‘Lead Belly,’ Pete Seeger, and other artists.
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“All Gave Some, While Some Gave All!”

Thanks to All Who Have Served – For US!

Gratefully,

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‘The True Meaning of “Great Again”

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Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.

http://blackhistory.com/content/293106/the-true-meaning-of-great-again

http://blackhistory.com/cgi-bin/blog.cgi?id=641608   

 

 

We should “Pledge Ourselves to Resist To The Bitter End, The Efforts of Our Deadly Enemies in Attempting to Mold A Sentiment Against Us After The Southern Method. Our Deadly Foes Are Now Busy Education Their Children to Hate Us And To Believe That We Are Low, Degraded, and Vicious Because Our Skins Are Dark!”

 

 

Within this current ugly convoluted and racially charged so-called quasi politically charged ‘Presidential’ race for the top administrative position and the “White House” of these United States of America, raises the ire of many ‘right-thinking’ voters. Right thinking is not to be confused with “right-wing” or “left-wing” positions in this divided nation of ours. The term is meant to identify those of us who know the difference between right and wrong.

 

In the past, it was deemed treasonous to insult, bemoan, ridicule, chastise, criticize, and/or to call any sitting president outside of his or her name. If anyone was to be accused, heard, or recorded doing so would give just cause for the ‘FBI,’ ‘CIA,’ the Secret Service, or the Police to immediately arrest and detain that person or persons for threatening the head of state – The President of The United States. Today even those rules and respect for the office seem to be meaningless. Doctors, Lawyers, Cops, Politicians, Judges, and the average Joe state with ease condemnation and villainy with regard to whoever occupies the seat of the “Oval Office.” Their disdain and hatred of our ‘First President of Color’ is simply frightful knowing that these individuals will never be brought to bear witness and prosecuted for this practice.

He has been called by many, “Nigger, Fool, Animal, and a few other blasphemous, vile and wicked names; right out in full public view of the news media and on the street as well; without any fear of legal ramification or apprehension. They have also been quoted in saying that ‘the President Should Be Shot!” They do believe however, that they are truly untouchable and exempt from any legal and just prosecution. This act of sedition appears to be true because not one of these boisterous individuals has been brought before a judge to face justice as it should be administered.

 

Many of the presidential (and lesser offices) hopefuls have been heard (and recorded) and overheard stating “We’re going to take back America – We’re going to make America great again!”

The first thought is – take it back from whom? – ‘isn’t America already great?’ The whole world knows that the usurpers from Europe and elsewhere how the indigenous people of the American lands were confiscated as opposed to moving in and living side-by-side with those who taught them how to live and survive on this continent. Oh no, they had to have it all! And they took it from them at a terrible cost.

Every time I hear such rhetoric, I can’t help but think about the massacred ‘Indigenous Americans’ who’ve died and continue to suffer under the not so invisible yoke of oppression and sub-human living conditions. Oh yes, I’m talking about my “Red-Skinned” brothers and sisters. Many have forgotten the blood ties and relationships of the Black and the Red. Our Asian and Latino relatives are fully in the mix of things as well. How can we ever forget what has been done to our people in the name of making America great.

When that phrase is utilized in its over-killed tradition, it can only mean one thing – ‘A Return to Jim Crow and Slavery – the Domination of whites over all people of color!’

 

Many instances of white domination continues to surface right out in plain view. Some folks believe the practice is a clandestine action. How could this be when derogatory and hateful statements are made and brought forth by so-called leading political figures with the “right-in-your-face’ attitude? Police shoot, kill, and harass our country’s citizenry on a regular basis and are exonerated and justified while being encouraged to do so; when it is obvious to all their actions and practices are contrary to the justice and laws of the land? It seems such practices are supported and condoned by those who are supposed to administer unbiased expedition to justice as written in the American Constitution.

 

Mr. William Loren Katz cites America’s atrocities in his books for all to bear witness – to remind – to never forget how and why this government came to power in its infancy. The success of their European master plan came to fruition on the backs of ‘free Black labor and their self-sustaining dominance utilizing the trickery and deception by dividing us – mentally, physically, and politically.

 

What have we learned?

 

Someone said we should not concentrate or dwell in or on the past. The quintessential truth is, “One cannot move forward without learning from lessons of the past.”

 

‘The Black-Indian campaign for full citizenship was carried on with forceful but respectful language. In 1879, a group of Black Cherokees petitioned for equal rights:

“The Cherokee Nation is Our Country; There We Were Born and Reared; There Are Our Homes Made By The Sweat of Our Brows; There Are Our Wives and Children, Whom We Love as Dearly as Though We Were Born With Red, Instead of Black Skins.

There We Intend to Live and Defend Our Natural Rights, as Guaranteed by The Treaties and Laws of The United States, by Every Legitimate and Lawful Means.

As Natives, We Are Attached To The People Among Whom We Have Been Born and Bred. We Like The ‘Chickasaws,’ as Friends and We Can Live With Them in The Future in A Close Union.”

 

As written, we should “Pledge Ourselves to Resist To The Bitter End The Efforts of Our Deadly Enemies in Attempting To Mold A Sentiment Against Us After The Southern Method.

Our Deadly Foes Are Now Busy Educating Their Children To Hate Us and To Believe That We Are Low, Degraded, and Vicious Because Our Skins Are Dark!”

 

Seminoles, whose African America Brethren often had been dear friends and family members, quickly accepted ‘Emancipation and Equality.’ Choctaws resisted for a generation and Chickasaws fought the issue almost to the end of the century. Except for the Seminoles, within each nation Black members faced years of legal challenges and political protests to win citizenship rights, land, education, and equality of opportunity. As recorded for all times, we all know that this ‘African American’ effort in Indian Territory and Lands throughout the country such as ‘Tulsa, Oklahoma,’ has reflected their wider and less successful campaign for equality during this era of reconstruction in the southern states. Parents and elders of our people have shown an avid interest in education for our children, and the adults who attended night schools in the effort of learning to read and write.

Black members of many Indian Nations have worked vigorously for equality, land ownership, and education. Whatever unfairness they felt among their Indian friends could not match what they knew they would experience among the dominion of the whites. They knew they would never be lynched of brutalized – nor would our sons and daughters suffer such atrocities at the hands of the Creeks, Seminoles, Cherokees, and other Indian Nations throughout the land.

African Americans made major economic strides that could hardly and rarely be duplicated in European-American society.

As early as 1866, John B. Sanborn, Commissioner of Indian Affairs, reported from the Indian Territory:

 

“The ‘Freedmen’ are the most industrious, economically, and in many respects, the more intelligent portion of the population within the Indian Territory.

They all desire to remain in that territory upon lands set apart for their own exclusive use.”

 

That report says a great deal and lends support to those who abdicate separate and sovereign existence from the society of whites.

 

The Black thirst for education blossomed throughout the former slave states as well as within the realm of the Indian Five Nation Society. Black Indians built their own schools, hired and paid teachers, and then emboldened enough to demand and/or ask for additional government aid.

An 1866 government report on ‘Black Creeks’ revealed the anxiousness to educate their children and a determination to profit from the schools formed at their own advance.

 

The Supreme Court in 1896, May 17, issued a landmark constitutional decision on discrimination against so-called minorities in the United States. The “Plessy v Ferguson” decision ruled seven to one that segregation anywhere in the country was legally and constitutional! “Separate But Equal” became the law of the land. This racist legal maneuver lasted until it was overturned by the high court in 1954 with the decision and just vote of the “Brown v Board of Education” case.

 

“In 1890, the state of Louisiana passed a law (the Separate Car Act) that required separate accommodations for blacks and whites on railroads, including separate railway cars. Concerned, a group of prominent black, creole, and white New Orleans residents formed the Comité des Citoyens (Committee of Citizens) dedicated to repeal the law or fight its effect. They persuaded Homer Plessy, a man of mixed race, to participate in an orchestrated test case. Plessy was born a free man and was an “octoroon” (of seven-eighths European descent and one-eighth African descent). However, under Louisiana law, he was classified as black, and thus required to sit in the “colored” car.

 

On June 7, 1892, Plessy bought a first-class ticket at the Press Street Depot and boarded a “whites only” car of the East Louisiana Railroad in New Orleans, Louisiana, bound for Covington, Louisiana. The railroad company, which had opposed the law on the grounds that it would require the purchase of more railcars, had been previously informed of Plessy’s racial lineage, and the intent to challenge the law. Additionally, the committee hired a private detective with arrest powers to detain Plessy, to ensure that he would be charged for violating the Separate Car Act, as opposed to vagrancy or some other offense. After Plessy took a seat in the whites-only railway car, he was asked to vacate it, and sit instead in the blacks-only car. Plessy refused and was arrested immediately by the detective. As planned, the train was stopped, and Plessy was taken off the train at Press and Royal streets. Plessy was remanded for trial in Orleans Parish.

 

In his case, Homer Adolph Plessy v. The State of Louisiana, Plessy’s lawyers argued that the state law which required East Louisiana Railroad to segregate trains had denied him his rights under the Thirteenth and Fourteenth amendments of the United States Constitution, which provided for equal treatment under the law. However, the judge presiding over his case, John Howard Ferguson, ruled that Louisiana had the right to regulate railroad companies while they operated within state boundaries. Plessy was convicted and sentenced to pay a $25 fine. Plessy immediately sought a writ of prohibition.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plessy_v._Ferguson

 

How many of us would like to return to those days of racial trickery and forked tongued promises?

 

Even after a bloody civil war, decades of legal arguments, legislation, and constitutional amendments promising equality and justice, the legal lid was clamped ever so tightly over ‘Emancipation’ aspirations for people of color. However, we are constantly being told on a daily basis that we are going to take back America and make America great again.

 

“People of Color share the experience of genocide, brutality, exploitation, colonization, and marginalization. We also have tangled histories that place alliances on a slippery slope.”

‘Divide and Rule’ flourished when European colonizers, white enslavers, and a white congress, president, and court system set rules while issuing orders. It has been proven over and over again how the domination and clandestine trickery of a powerful white society is and was able to pit one people of color against another ever since during and before and after 1492. This has been a paramount and ultimate goal.

“Various types of subjugation and cruelty stir different response and acts of resistance. Unlike African Americans, Native Americans did not seek to integrate into a dominant society or to assimilate with the whites. Blacks seemed to be saying that white society was bad, but they wanted it anyway,” as noted and written by the noted Native American Scholar, Brother Vine Deloria Jr.

Deloria also noted that many Native Americans claim their primary fight is for land and self-identity. It’s been said that some even view their tortured confinement and painful separation on and to reservations as at least preserving their cultural integrity.

 

If Native Americans undertook a political position, they would and have overwhelmingly more often prefer to identify with ‘Brother Stokley Carmichael’ and ‘Brother Malcolm X,’ who both built a mighty ‘Black Power Movement’ promoting separation from white society as opposed to the belief of ‘Brother Dr. Martin Luther King.’

 

In today’s current events highlighting the presidential race between the democrats and the republicans, the growing interests in and of the ‘Black Indian’ story has yet to eradicate centuries of educational neglect, racial division, and animosity.

“The election of a US President with an African father and European descended mother; with a wife of African and Native American lineage; has helped highlight the role of ‘multiracial’ and ‘multicultural’ people in America and the world as a whole. So has the recent rise of Indigenous and Black Indian Presidents in Latin America.”

But schools, texts, and the media introduced in the United States have only lightly and lukewarmly begun to examine this magnificent heritage. They are truly slow to embrace let alone support its honorable if turbulent history.

 

“Understanding of the racial or Negro question does not ultimately involve understanding by either Blacks or Indians. It involves the white man himself! He must examine (or re-examine) his past. He must face the problems he has created with himself and within others. The white man must no longer project his fears and insecurities onto other groups, race, and countries. Before the white man can relate to others he must forego the pleasure of defining them.”

~ Vine Deloria Jr. ~

 

And with the ending of this message, I ask you ‘People of Color, and Right-Thinking-Good Willed People of European Descent,’ will you stand idle and do nothing to right-the-wrongs of our nation, and/or allow for a dictatorship – losing the right of a free society and a caring government, or set us back to when America was not great – AGAIN?

 

 

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KYW NEWS RADIO 1060 AM: 
“Black Bear On The Loose In Philadelphia’s Fairmount Park!” 
May 13, 2016 12:03 PM 
By 
Lynne Adkins 
Filed Under: Bear, Fairmount Park 
http://philadelphia.cbslocal.com/2016/05/13/black-bear-on-the-loose…
PHILADELPHIA (CBS) — There’s a rare, furry visitor in Philadelphia’s Fairmount Park. 

Stephen McKenzie ‎@SteveMcKCBS3 
Black Bear got away, still on the loose in Fairmount Park now on the Valley Green rd side of the creek @CBSPhilly 
2:02 PM – 13 May 2016 · Philadelphia, PA, United States 
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At 12:02 P.M., Friday, May 13th, a Black Bear has been sighted in or around ‘Valley-Green Road’ near the ‘Valley-Green Inn in Philadelphia’s Fairmount Park. A fisherman down stream from Valley Green Inn was shocked to see a black bear lumbering through the woods.

Maura McCarthy, Executive Director of Friends of the Wissahicon says it’s not an everyday site and this is a good size animal.

“Bigger than a person is what the fisherman told me, so it looks like it’s either fully mature or almost mature, we’re not sure of the sex whether it’s male or female, we know that it’s probably pursuing food pretty far outside of its food range, but beyond that we don’t know where it’s from.” 
She says bears can be found in this part of the commonwealth, but adds it’s highly unusual for one to be found wandering within city limits.
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The Forrest Ranger walked over to the Police Captain and stood right in front of him and quietly requested his attention. The two men walked to another side of the search area for the private conversation. Gerald Glenn has been a Forrest Ranger for more than twenty years. Four of those years, his assignment had been the Northeastern Pennsylvania Region. Ranger Glenn knows everything about everything in the wild, from its greenery to the smallest of animals. Ranger Glenn pointed to something on the ground next to one of the Cherry Blossom trees, a print of something large was present. A few feet away in a southwesterly direction, off the roadway of Strawberry Mansion Drive, another large print was found.

Captain Willice Samuel, of Philadelphia’s Finest, stood looking over the edge of the cliff, peering down onto the East river Drive. The screaming sirens of emergency vehicles filled the normally quiet environment of park life. Speeding past the stopped traffic below, the EMR vehicles made their way up the hill to the spot were the kids were playing. The Strawberry Mansion Bridge was at a standstill as was the East River Drive traffic. Nothing and no one was being allowed to move through the area.

Traffic backed up all over. Ridge Avenue was being over-crowed with the over flow of rush hour traffic. Both river drives, East and West, were backed up into the East Falls area of Midvale Avenue into Henry Avenue. The downtown out bound traffic was a mess. The local news on automobile radios reported the traffic mess as an accident in the park. They were not aware of the trouble that was amiss. Emergency vehicles were parked at the spot were the body of Lindsey Irvin lay at bottom of the twelve hundred ft drop from the cliff of the Strawberry Mansion roadway. The first EMR personnel on the scene could not believe their eyes.

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Part 1:
‘Strawberry Mansion’ 

The Fairmount Park Rapist became second fiddle to this latest horror in our city’s parkland…where no one is safe! No one in able to control, contain, or prevent the attacks of this killer that stalks the area…save one man who knows the inner workings of the mind of this murderer!

A thunderous roar erupted just as Lindsey placed his hand on the last rock in the cliff, pulling himself up onto the plateau. Dirt and shrubbery flew all around as if a strong wind-gust blasted through signaling a squall in a rainstorm or twister. The boy could not believe his eyes. He nearly fell backward off the ledge of the cliff. But he knew subconsciously, that he had to hang on. It’s about a twelve hundred foot drop to the bottom.

Painful fear gripped his heart as he watched the massive tree-trunk sized object strike his cousin and lift him from the ground. Malcolm’s eyes were fixed on Jason and then on his cousin. His eyes screamed at them as if he were saying, “why don’t you guys reach out and grab me?” “Something hit me!” “It hurts!” “I’m falling!” Jason and Lindsey could do nothing as they watched in terror. The flying, broken, and bloodied body of their friend and cousin twisted and turned in the air while falling away from the cliff’s surface and down towards the bottom of the hillside. The angry and piercing eyes of the thing were now upon them.
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Part 2:
“Smith Playground In North Philly” 

The angry piercing eyes of the thing were now upon them…Malcolm screamed. He was dreaming. His sleep was continually interrupted with nightmares. His parents considered psychiatric consultation. The constant nightmares caused great concern to Benjamin and Geraldine Xavier. “Will this terrible event never end,” asked Benjamin?
Gerald Glenn, Genailia Francis, and Willice Samuel walked through the patch of rhododendron and azalea bushes to examine the grassy spot near the Strawberry Mansion Bridge.

Ranger Glenn removed the sample of plant leaf and soil from a plastic bag while pointing to the spot he had examined during the initial search around the cherry blossom tree. The paw-print, nearly gone after being exposed for more than ten days, gave Francis and Samuel a fright. Now the captain knew why the ranger had that strange look on his face the day the boys were attacked. “Damn, do they actually grow to be that big”, exclaimed Samuel? Glenn answered, “No”. He also added, “I’ve seen them big…but not this damn big!” 
“This one is huge…gigantic…a monster!” “From the size and length of the print, it’s got to be at least 9 to 10 foot in height and weighing more than 5,000 lbs. 
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Part 3:
A Sweet Briar License’ 

The news media took the ball and ran with it. The headlines blasted the story of the attack of Czepaky and her children on the front pages of their respective papers.

Television news programs portrayed the mother and her children as their leading news story. Radio news did likewise. And still they did not mention Lindsey Irvin.
A heavy police presence saturated both sides of the Schuylkill River, from the East Falls Bridge to the Art Museum and Eakins Oval. The Marine Unit of The Philadelphia Police Department could not find anything that would indicate the whereabouts of the bear or the body of he suspected dead teenager. The order was given to start a diving search and rescue effect. “We don’t expect to find the boy alive, “ said one team commander to another diving squad commander. “But we do expect to find his body.”

Two divers were set to go into the water. Assistant team members double-checked their gear. They made sure that the underwater radios and flashlights were operating correctly. The divers entered the water under the Girard Avenue Bridge, just down river from the viewing stand and Goose Island, which sat smack in the middle of the river directly across from the viewing stand automobile parking lot.
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Part 4:
“A Pillar of Salt” 

Sirens screamed…seemingly from everywhere. The eeriness of the moonlit night chilled the souls of all witnessing the frightening and tragic event. The female driver who was involved in the fender-bender, stood still. When she reached her car, a 2006 Mercedes XE – she stood…shivering. The woman stared with the eyes of a statue, a pillar of salt. Her face stone cold and pale chalky white…just screamed. She wasn’t aware of her scream.

The coroner was already loading the lower half of the dead cop’s body into the van as the two captains arrived on scene. “Damn”, exclaimed Captain Noodles while viewing the bloody scene and what was left of the cop. “One of the witnesses is already at the hospital,” stated a 14th District Sergeant. Captain Samuel asked, “What in the hell kind of animal are we dealing with?” The swat team commander reported to commissioner Talis. “We’ve found a blood trail leading back from the roadway down to the river’s edge. All that we found was a couple of fingers, a pool of blood, very large animal paw-prints, and crushed shrubbery… Nothing else…whatever it was, it’s gone!” 

“It’s a bear…a rather larger than life monster Kodiak bear.” The voice of dread was that of the newly appointed Environmental Protection Agency agent and Governmental National Parks and Wildlife Ranger Gerald Glenn.

It took the mayor all of fifteen minutes to reach the horrific and catastrophic scene. The newspaper, TV, radio, and network news media were already encamped at the site. The mayors’ personal police escort carved a direct access route through the barricades and intrepid news-hawks. She stepped out of the car, surrounded by bodyguards and her immediate staff. Microphones and cameras made an attempt to smother her. She waved her left hand and with a sternful glance…indicating no interviews or statements.
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Part 5:
‘The Myrtlewood Street Funeral’ 

The news media swarmed the event. They surrounded Officer Leonard Kirkpatrick, his wife Evelyn, and his doctor – asking all kinds of questions while shoving microphones recorders and cameras in their faces.

“What was it like to see your partner bitten in half by the beast?” “Why didn’t you shoot the monster when he attacked?” “What did the thing look like, officer?” “Why didn’t the thing eat the other half?” “How come you didn’t get eaten by the beast?” 

The group of Black men crossed the street to where the reporters were congregating. Ramses grabbed one of the reporters, who happened to be a white female. The group of cops stopped their conversation to watch the confrontation. The embittered father demanded a verbal response from the journalist. “WHY WEREN’T YOU PEOPLE ASKING QUESTIONS WHEN MY BOY WAS KILLED?” “WHY IS IT THESE QUESTIONS ARE ADDRESSED AFTER MY SON WAS KILLED BY THIS THING?” “WHY WEREN’T YOU ALL FALLING ALL OVER YOURSELVES WHILE INVESTIGATING MY BOYS KILLING?” Ramses got the attention of all the reporters present. “WAS IT BECAUSE THIS IS THE FUNERAL OF A WHITE NORTHEAST COP AS OPPOSED TO A LITTLE BLACK BOY FROM NORTH PHILLY?” Screamed the distraught teary-eyed father. “I WILL ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS…LINDSEY WAS A HUMAN BEING TOO!” Said Ramses.

“The distinction between brown and grizzly bears is geographical. Brown bears that live close to the coast are called brown bears. Browns living inland and in northern lands, such as Denali, are called grizzlies,” Glenn said. “They share the scientific name Ursus arctos.”

Professor Genailia Francis added, “Black bears are smaller than browns and also cover a great deal of the state. Their fur color isn’t always black; it may even appear brown, cinnamon or (rarely) blue.” 

“Black bears may be seen feeding on salmon at Anan Creek, but they’re common enough in Juneau, Seward and parts of Anchorage to be considered pests. A male bear that’s ready for hibernation may weigh 240 pounds. The scientific name is Ursus americanus,” she said.

“Think about it. This thing on its hind legs could walk up to the average single-story house and could look on the roof at eye level.” There was never a question that the brown bear that a 22-year-old hunter shot to death in October 2001 on Hinchinbrook Island was huge. The grizzly measured 10 feet, 6 inches from nose to tail. Its front claws were 3 to 4 inches long. An Alaska master guide estimated the bear’s weight at up to 1,200 pounds. (The average brown bear weight for Hinchinbrook is less than half that.) One photo shows the hunter holding the bear’s paw as it obscures almost his entire chest. A second photo shows him crouching like a child behind the bear’s massive, bloody head. “It’s over one thousand six hundred pounds . . . 12’6” high at the shoulder,” stated the reporter.

Most of the time, black bears are reluctant to meet people and can be shooed away. Juneau has particular problems with its numerous black bears, however. The city even created a committee to deal with the bears. Hikers in Chugach State Park, Chugach National Forest and Kenai National Wildlife Refuge need to be aware of bear habits and habitat. Bears show up during the salmon runs, usually mixing peacefully with anglers. Look for bear warning signs along the Kenai, Russian and Little Susitna rivers and along many creeks and trails with road access. 

The mayor, appearing perplexed, paradoxed, disconcerted, and unsatisfied wanted to also know how this beast was to be dealt with. She looked directly a Glenn…and then at Talis. Her denoted glare returned to Glenn. “What would you suggest we do about this animal – sir?” Talis moved to respond. Finkles threw up a hand with all five digits to signal a halt to the interruption. “I can stalk and trap this creature with a certain level of assistance,”’ replied the ranger. Without looking for confirmation from the commissioner, Captain Samuel assured the ranger of his support. Captain Noodles barked, “You have no authority to offer anything to this man!” The two captains glared at one another, one was filled with hatred and bitterness toward the other. Captain Samuel looked to his commissioner for support. The commissioner, in his usual divergence and belied acquiescence, gazed vicariously elsewhere. Mayor Finkles deftly replied, “Yeah, but I do!” The mayor beamed a sardonic, dour, and non-faggoted glare at the commissioner and offending captain, well aware of their canted behavior and practices.

“We need to deploy all resources in the capture and removal of this animal…at all cost.” She fiercely replied to the oppositional attitude of Noodles’ baneful disposition.

The cop sneered and steered his gaze towards the commissioner. Talis just stood there. He appeared to be a military type style of attention. The mayor had complete control over the situation. “Let’s hear it, Ranger!” The mayor sat down amongst the commissioners and zookeepers.

“The bear in the park is a monster. I suspect that it is also a product of the surreptitious people within that encampment,” exclaimed the ranger. The ranger vehemently expressed his belief. “I believe that this bear is an experiment that has gone wrong…because it has escaped and is now here with us – eating, living, and hunting.” 
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Philadelphia and the surrounding counties hold abundant open spaces, wildlife refuges, bird sanctuaries, and state parks. These treasures provide Philly area residents with seemingly endless opportunities for viewing wildlife. From the mountains to the shore, nature buffs don’t need to travel far from the City of Brotherly Love to enjoy nature.

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8601 Lindbergh Blvd.
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The John Heinz National Wildlife Refuge is a Philadelphia area gem; a veritable mecca of wildlife. Situated near Philly’s airport, this park is the result of an act of Congress, which moved to preserve the 1,200 acres of meadows, woodlands and marsh because it held the last 200 acres of fresh-water marsh in the state of Pennsylvania. With more than 300 bird species – including the bald eagle – making their home in the refuge, it is an excellent spot for birdwatching. Angling is also popular, as there is a wide variety of fish. The marshes and surrounding meadows and woodlands are home to a multitude of animals including turtles, snakes, frogs, muskrat, deer, and fox.

Nockamixon State Park
1542 Mountain View Drive
Quakertown, PA 18951
(215) 529-7300
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Located in Quakertown just an hour’s drive from Philadelphia, the 5,286 acres of Nockamixon State Park are home to abundant wildlife. Lake Nockamixon, one of the park’s most enticing features, is fed by three creeks including Tohickon Creek, Three Mile Run and Haycock Run. The waterway is home to a diverse population of fish as well as a number of water fowl, including a variety of migrating ducks and geese. Eagles and hawks can be spotted throughout the park, as can fox, raccoon, rabbit, deer, turkey, and even the occasional black bear.

The Philadelphia Zoo
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