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~To Soar Upon Mighty Wings~

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By

Gregory V. Boulware

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…He was running. He ran and ran until he thought his heart would explode along with his burning lungs. The air felt like it was on fire with every gasp for oxygen.

The dark dank and urine smelling streets offered no sanctuary. The footfalls of his pursuers were not far behind. They didn’t blow whistles but yelled back and forth to each other. Their clicking, clanking, jingling of metal, wood, and plastic made their distinctive noises as the chase unfolded. “Head him off down the back alley Roger! I’ll cut him at the other end!”

Running and running some more, he knew not where he was or where to run next. The darkened alley allowed for some cover and protection. A doorway guided an entrance to a rotted and broken stairway planks. They led upward. Up and farther up, he climbed. The chasing danger was far behind by now. They could not find him. He was standing atop the bombed-out building looking down upon them. Them who are adorned in blue and black attire with shiny and sparkling ornaments attached; some were silver and some were golden colored. The gold ones were attached to beltline of everyday clothing while the silver or tin was attached to the assigned blue colored pockets of the pursuer’s chests.

Gazing over the edge of the roof, he saw them angrily and frantically searching. They were searching but afraid to enter and climb the rotting moldy stairs of the dark and foreboding bombed-out building. His fear encouraged him to climb those stairs and step out onto the twelve story roof.

Over the edge, the ledge yielded a nest of yellowish-beige colored orbs. The rounded things were large in size yet smaller than a basketball. He handled the eggs with tender care, for they felt warm and inviting to touch. He felt the need to hold them close, to protect them. He didn’t know why.

Wrapping the three tenderly and carefully inside of his heavy winter coat, he started for the stairs downward; heading home. Something, someone placed an unwelcomed, unexpected hand upon his left shoulder. Startled, he attempted to sprint for the doorway leading to the down stairway. The hand morphed into a grip and then another.

The great and strong gripping kept him from leaving; from moving; from going home.

“Where are you going with them eggs boy?” said a strange and menacing voice. Without turning to see who was questioning him along with the powerful restraining, he replied, “I’m going home to take care of these babies!”

“Babies?” the voice queried. “Those are not babies! They is our breakfast!”

A power came over him. A power he did not recognize gave him the courage and the confidence to defy his would-be usurpers.

Before he had realized there were four assailants, the vision of them flying backward and being caught by the blacktop filled his every waking sight. They lay bleeding, bent, and broken. The fourth was flung from the roof and resting dead in the refuse dumpster down below. The ‘Green-Beret’ martial arts training seemed to work all on its own in fatal defense of him and his newly found babies.

The eagles grew over time. They had never flown nor had an inkling or desire to do so. The natural God given strength and beauty subliminally continually urged them to leave the sanctity of the backyard coup. They were beautiful and powerful young egrets. The sky beckoned – freedom beckoned; the wind called loudly.

The other fowl of chicken, parrot, finch, pigeon, and tweety, wondered who and what kind of bird the three were. They did not know what they were. All they knew was the love, caring, and respect shared and reciprocated herein. They were brothers and sisters. They took care of one another. They protected one another. The small ones could get in and out of small crevices in retrieval of food and unreachable desires for the larger ones who could not. The dog, wolf, fox, and any other threat, enemy, or predator dared not venture into their peaceful and loving domicile, least while their three larger than life brothers stood about. “They kept us all safe – everything and everyone remained apprehensive or aloof if only for their opulent stature.”

The three eagles did pretty much what the other did around the house. But something told them they were destined for something more.

A large shadow crossed their brow while out in the daytime. They looked up and saw a magnificent sight. “What a sight to behold?” shouted one of the three eagle brothers. “What is it?” asked the others. “It looks like us!”

“How can you tell?” asked one of the family members. “It’s so high up and far away, I can hardly see it!” exclaimed the chicken.

“We can see it plainly, as if it was standing right next to us!” said one of the sharp eyed eagle brothers. The man said, “He is of your kind, my children. He like you, is majestic…he is an Eagle!” he said with pride and a broad smile on his face. “You are destined to soar as he does. He, like you, is the ‘King of The Sky – The King of Birds! I’ve raised you here to protect you and keep you safe from harm – today is the day that you must ride the clouds and answer the call.”

The man began to undo the sky-screen keeping them enclosed in the yard area with the other fowl of the yard. The three brothers began to stretch and flap their eight-foot long wings. They began to emulate the king bird above.

“Oh This Feels Great – It Feels Magnificent – Oh What Power We Feel – It’s Simply Glorious! Brother, We knew We Were More Than Yard-birds! We Knew There Was Something More To Us Than Meets The Eye – We Knew That We Were Not Chicken, Parrot, Finch, Pigeon, or Tweety – We Knew We Were/Are Eagles; Kings Of The Sky!”

A loud explosion sounded as the fence next to the wall of the house shattered into toothpicks. The cages and coups all fell over, allowing the sick and wounded fowl to wince, cry, yelp, scream, and squawk in pain, agony, and panic. The wardens and troopers charged, crashed, and stomped all over and through – in the name of search, seizure, rescue, arrest, and destroy.

“We know you’ve got a pot-farm in here! You’re a dope dealing slime! We know you robbed the neighborhood Micky D’s, gas station, donut shack, supermarket, and ‘Driving While Black!’ You’ve killed a man and assaulted his friends! You’re under arrest!”

They punched, kicked, and pushed the man who attempted to turn the other cheek. He could not.

The eagles were quick to the defense. The Game Wardens and Troopers were severely startled by the ‘larger-than-life’ avenging fowl. The first eagle flapped his massive wings and created a wind funnel with the power of an “F-3” tornado. Blowing several of the marauders, flinging them backward and out onto the street. The second eagle grabbed two intruders, one in each claw; and with little to no effort, flapped its mighty wings and flew high above the surrounding buildings and houses. The captive prey screamed to the top of their lungs as if being flipped and frightened by the highest and most powerful monster rollercoaster on the planet. Soaring high and fast, the mighty bird took a nose dive and like a bombardier, dropped the two full grown men into the city’s rain water reservoir which was four and a half miles away, over on 33rd Street. The third eagle stood with his eight and a half foot wingspan outstretched. The augmented stance greatly intimidated the remaining marauders. They reached for Nets, Tasers, Guns, Batons, and other available weapons of assault.

The eagle flashed his large bright and keenly sharp eyes. The fear of God overcame them. Two of them, noticeably, soiled the fronts of their pants while frozen with fright. The others in their fear and hatred continued the attempted rampage.

The man leaped into action. Three marauders where drop-kicked backwards out into the street,  while another with a gun in hand, was flipped over the right shoulder of the man and body-slammed on the cement ground. The sound of broken pottery and human bones filled the immediate air. The other happy and healthy yard-birds joined in on the mêlée in defense of their precious and beloved abode. They all managed to drive the intruders back and out into the street near their vehicles.

The news media discovered, reported, and filmed the warrantless assault on the man and his friends. All of the accusations were proven to be without merit and the charges were unfounded. The unreasonable attack and accusation was plotted and hatched by a corrupted evil member of the force who was reported for abusive tactics and harassment on multiple occasions for his indiscretions and blatant disregard for policing protocols in his personal vendetta and terroristic practices against those whom he regarded and believed to be undesirable and beneath him. His truncated reports have caused an undue rift between the responsible authoritative community and the community at large. The surreptitious deed was put to right with the resistance to injustice and bitter rancour.

The Eagles, who were raised with Chickens, soared on Mighty Wings of Truth and Justice with Glorious Pride alongside their fellow Sky-King – The Man was Free and Ran Away No More.

Til Next Time…

‘SANKOFA’

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As Inspired By:

“Chicken and the Eagle(s)” – Spiritual Story / Parable by Unknown:

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~ Dr. Molefi Asante~

“The Chicken Saw An Eagle”

~Gary Barnes~

~Haliaeetus leucocephalus~

The Eagle and the Chickens – A Story About Being Who You Are Meant to Be…

http://www.spiritual-short-stories.com/spiritual-short-story-602-Chicken+and+the+Eagles.html

“I want to encourage you today that you are an eagle.

You may have been brought up in a situation that limited your understanding of your potential, but it’s time now for the past to lose its hold on you.

Don’t die thinking you’re a chicken.

Soar high, just as you were meant to.

Be all that you are meant to be!”

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The Eagle in the Chicken Yard

By

~Amanda Bradshaw~

“When the eagle flapped his wings and realized he could fly, nothing could stop him. He knew he had the power and the means to go to the next level. I am sure the chickens looked at one another and thought, if he can do it so can I. Feel free to imagine what they looked like trying to fly from the barnyard.

You are an eagle in the chicken yard.  You know people will want to hold you back, but they will not. You know you are better than your circumstances. You know your path is not the same as others. When you know you are an eagle your breakthrough is only the beginning of all God has in store of you.  But don’t look down at the chickens!

God is able to do much more than we ask or think through His power working in us.”

(Ephesians 3:20)

http://yourbeautyforashes.wordpress.com/2011/01/25/the-eagle-in-the-chicken-yard/

http://www.spiritual-short-stories.com/spiritual-short-story-602-Chicken+and+the+Eagles.html#sthash.xGhvzpHT.dpuf

http://site.infowest.com/business/g/gentle/chicken-eagle.html

http://blog.amirkhella.com/2009/11/04/the-eagle-who-lived-as-a-chicken/

http://andrew-ong.com/2008/03/11/the-eagle-is-a-chicken/

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From ‘The House of David’

“Sellassie”

Emperor.Haile Sellassie

‘Emperor of Ethiopia’

By
Gregory V. Boulware

“A qualified man with vision, unmoved by daily selfish interests, will be led to right decisions by his conscience. In general, a man who knows from whence he comes and where he is going will co-operate with his fellow human beings. He will not be satisfied with merely doing his ordinary duties but will inspire others by his good example. You are being watched by the nation and you should realize that you will satisfy it if you do good; but if, on the contrary, you do evil, it will lose its hope and its confidence in you.

…Although the toils of wise people may earn them respect, it is a fact of life that the spirit of the wicked continues to cast its shadow on this world. The arrogant are seen visibly leading their people into crime and destruction. The laws of the League of Nations are constantly violated and wars and acts of aggression repeatedly take place… So that the spirit of the cursed will not gain predominance over the human race whom Christ redeemed with his blood, all peace-loving people should cooperate to stand firm in order to preserve and promote lawfulness and peace.”
~ Lij Teferi Makonnen, a.k.a., Haille Sellassie~
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To Ethiopians, Haile Selassie has been known by many names, including Janhoy, Talaqu Meri, and Abba Tekel. The Rastafari movement employs many of these appellations, also referring to him as Jah, Jah Rastafari, and HIM (the abbreviation of “His Imperial Majesty”).

Liji Teferi Makonnen was born on July 23, 1892, in Harar, a cosmopolitan market center and capital of one of Ethiopia’s most important provinces. His father, Ras Makonnen of Shawa, besides being governor Harar Province, was first cousin to and a close advisor of the great Ethiopian Emperor, Menelik II, 1889-1913. Through his father, Tafari was said to be a direct descendent of ‘King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba,’ an important claim to a kingdom where Christianity was the official state religion. His mother Woizero (“Lady”) Yeshimebet Ali Abba Jifar; was entirely of Ethiopia’s elite “Amharie stock.” This fact perhaps played a role in influencing the future emperor’s relatively benevolent policies toward some of Ethiopia’s minority groups.

Disregarding its 1928 20-year treaty of friendship with Ethiopia, Benito Mussolini launched a full sea invasion of Ethiopia in 1935. The superior technology of the industrialized western states, which included poisonous gas, along with their air planes and tanks overwhelmed the heroic resistance of the Ethiopian Army. Against his better judgment, Haile Sellassie personally led the Ethiopian Army in the field and was defeated at ‘Maichew’ in March 1936. Because the country of Ethiopia held membership in the League of Nations, the Emperor in an emotionally powerful speech begged the League of Nations for help. He was told by the British Ambassador, the only one who would meet with him; that “No Life of a Black Man is worth the blood of a white!” Sellassie warned that, “God and History will remember Your Judgment.”
This would be the start of a World War.

The emperor arrives in Jerusalem. May 1936:
After further debate as to whether Haile Selassie should go to Gore or accompany his family into exile, it was agreed that he should leave Ethiopia with his family and present the case of Ethiopia to the League of Nations at Geneva. The decision was not unanimous and several participants, including the nobleman Blatta Tekle Wolde Hawariat, strenuously objected to the idea of an Ethiopian monarch fleeing before an invading force. Haile Selassie appointed his cousin Ras Imru Haile Selassie as Prince Regent in his absence, departing with his family for Djibouti on May 2, 1936.

On 5 May, Marshal Pietro Badoglio led Italian troops into Addis Ababa, and Mussolini declared Ethiopia an Italian province. Victor Emanuel III was proclaimed as the new Emperor of Ethiopia. However, on the previous day, the Ethiopian exiles had left Djibouti aboard the British cruiser HMS Enterprise. They were bound for Jerusalem in the British Mandate of Palestine, where from the House of David. Leaving the Holy Land, Haile Selassie and his entourage sailed for Gibraltar aboard the British cruiser HMS Capetown. From Gibraltar, the exiles were transferred to an ordinary liner. By doing this, the government of the United Kingdom was spared the expense of a state reception.

Collective security and the League of Nations, 1936:
Mussolini, upon invading Ethiopia, had promptly declared his own “Italian Empire”; because the League of Nations afforded Haile Selassie the opportunity to address the assembly, Italy even withdrew its League delegation, on 12 May 1936. It was in this context that Haile Selassie walked into the hall of the League of Nations, introduced by the President of the Assembly as “His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of Ethiopia” (Sa Majesté Imperiale, l’Empereur d’Ethiopie).

The introduction caused a great many Italian journalists in the galleries to erupt into jeering, heckling, and whistling. As it turned out, they had earlier been issued whistles by Mussolini’s son-in-law, Count Galeazzo Ciano.
Haile Selassie waited calmly for the hall to be cleared, and responded “majestically” with a speech sometimes considered among the most stirring of the 20th century.
The Imperial family disembarked at Haifa and then went on to Jerusalem, where the Ethiopian Royal Family maintained a residence. Once there, Haile Selassie and his party prepared to make their case at Geneva. The choice of Jerusalem was highly symbolic, since the Solomonic Dynasty claimed descent.

Although fluent in French, the working language of the League, Haile Selassie chose to deliver his historic speech in his native Amharic. He asserted that, because his “confidence in the League was absolute”; his people were now being slaughtered. He pointed out that the same European states that found in Ethiopia’s favor at the League of Nations were refusing Ethiopia credit and matériel while aiding Italy, which was employing chemical weapons on military and civilian targets alike.

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It was at the time when the operations for the encircling of Makale were taking place that the Italian command, fearing a rout, followed the procedure which it is now the worlds’ duty to denounce.

Special sprayers were installed on board aircraft so that they could vaporize, over vast areas of territory, a fine, death-dealing rain. Groups of nine, fifteen, eighteen aircraft followed one another so that the fog issuing from them formed a continuous sheet. It was thus that, as from the end of January 1936, soldiers, women, children, cattle, rivers, lakes, and pastures were drenched continually with this deadly rain. In order to kill off systematically all living creatures, in order to more surely poison waters and pastures, the Italian command made its aircraft pass over and over again. That was its chief method of warfare.

Noting that his own “small people of 12 million inhabitants, without arms, without resources” could never withstand an attack by a large power such as Italy, with its 42 million people and “unlimited quantities of the most death-dealing weapons”, he contended that all small states were threatened by the aggression, and that all small states were in effect reduced to vassal states in the absence of collective action. He admonished the League that “God and history will remember your judgment.”

It is collective security: it is the very existence of the League of Nations. It is the confidence that each State is to place in international treaties…. In a word, it is international morality that is at stake. Have the signatures appended to a Treaty value only in so far as the signatory Powers have a personal, direct and immediate interest involved?

The speech made the emperor an icon for anti-fascists around the world, and Time named him “Man of the Year”.

He failed, however, to get what he most needed: the League agreed to only partial and ineffective sanctions on Italy. Only six nations in 1937 did not recognize Italy’s occupation; they were China, New Zealand, the Soviet Union, the Republic of Spain, Mexico and the United States.

The United Nations issued an apology in 1975, the year of his death.

Would Such An Apology Be Delivered To Black America?

…I doubt It.

Til Next Time…

References:
‘The Coronation of H.I.M., Emperor Haile Sellassie;”
“Ethiopia The Empire”
(Between Yesterday and Tomorrow)
The Italian-Ethiopian War – (Africa in World Affairs)

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“Maafa: Life After Conquest”

The Ruin Of A Nation Begins In The Homes Of Its People

Black Last Supper

By

Gregory V. Boulware

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.

 ~The Maafa Did Not End With The Emancipation Proclamation~

…It began when the 1st African became shackled to the bottom of a slave ship! 

Is there a hidden racial agenda in white America? There are many who believe it is so…

 “For breaking the laws of God, Thy shall serve thy enemies which the Lord shall send against thee, in hunger, and in thirst, and in nakedness, and in want of all things; and he shall put a “Yoke of Iron” upon thy neck, until he have destroyed thee.”

[Deuteronomy 28:48]

 “And the Lord shall bring thee into Egypt/Mizram (Bondage) again with ships, by the way whereof I spake unto thee, Thou shall see it no more again; and there ye shall be sold unto your enemies for Bondmen and Bondwomen [slaves] and no man shall buy you.”

[Exodus 20:2, Land of Egypt – the House of Bondage]

 This perceived hidden agenda has and keeps the prophecy for Black America alive…for more than two hundred and fifty years!

 When Spider Webs Unite, They Can Tie Up A Lion!

 Today, America belongs to Americans. She is no longer the predominantly agreed to or condoned sentiment of “White America!” She is simply America. She is occupied by a majority of immigrant people who have become – assimilated into American Society – Americans. Not ‘White-American,” but an American of, by, and for Americans of Multi-Denominations, Originality, and Colors.   White America, the establishment, not White People in America, but the so-called master rulers simply cannot fathom that reality. Why not? When one comes to realize that nothing is permanent and/or forever – “What has a beginning also has an ending.” The so-called master race will, sooner, than they think, come to realize (I’m sure they have realized this already and have taken steps to stop it while attempting to convince you and me that everything is under control) that their day – era of rule has come to an end. The people have made this abundantly clear. Ignore the warning signals if you will – it will not matter. The prophecy is the prophecy…   A prime example is the uprising in ‘Ferguson, Mo.’ The killing of Michael Brown is just one example of the proverbial “Straw That Broke The Camel’s Back.” The deeply rooted and engrained animosity or hatred of the ruling class and their law enforcement underlings has brought it all to a head – a close, if you will. The young Black Man’s killing is just one more in and overtly large and time filled atrocity that has continued for what feels like eons. These killings and murders have gone on way too long in this society of ours – ‘No Accountability For Life Taken Away – By Man!’ No man or woman has the ‘God- Given’ right to take another’s life – defending one’s life should always be one of complete and utter transparency!

These continuing sanctioned and soulless acts of life-taking will bring this country to its demise with forced suppression, oppression, and regression.

  Police across the nation have gone (with the exception of the truly good cops) without restraint on a killing spree to snuff out the life of young ‘Black People,’ primarily young (the old are not immune) Black Men. Why is that? White America has conveyed its relentless fear of the young “African American Descendants” long before slavery. Its fear has presented itself with the castrations, lynching’s, and murders of Black Men nearly since the beginning of America’s so-called civilization. Examples need not be presented due to the abundance of evidence… All one would need to do is simply pick up a newspaper, magazine, or viewing media material on any electronic device or television or radio to know that another Black Life has ended – violently!

People of Color – Do Their Lives Matter To People Who Are White?

  Many Black Americans believe a system has already been incorporated, initiated, and implemented in the elimination and eradication of Blacks in America. …Think it’s not true?   Take a look at the massive Black imprisonment, prosecutions, and convictions of this one group of people. This reporter is not discounting the legitimate crimes against society by true and proven perpetrators…but indeed, the many innocent, positive thinking Black Contributors of and to society have been tossed into the mix…the perception of the rule makers is the informed and educated person of color as the most dangerous of all. They, first and foremost, must be removed – it is they who truly threaten the stranglehold of white American Dominance over the Black Communities across this nation.

Remember Ghandi, King, Mandela, Moses, and Yahshua?

 ~‘World-Wide Integration Will Renew Itself’~

You – They cannot stop the inevitable blending of colors. It truly cannot be stopped, liquidated, assassinated, wiped out, or removed from this planet we’ve come to know as Earth.

  Charlie ‘White Mass Murderer’ Manson is allowed marriage, human physical contact, and contentment while ‘the powers that be’ take steps to muzzle, gag, and isolate Brother Mumia… “Helter-Skelter?” Folks are moving on while others picket, protest, and riot. The ‘Brown Family’ will not be enjoying forthcoming holidays and festivities that they have been accustomed to, I’m sure. The police officer who shot the young man stated he was just doing his job. Shooting him and killing him, was all in the line of duty… “I want to go home, enjoy my family, and move on!”

Many others do not have the ability to move on. The establishment – “The elitist white power structure trained him to shoot to kill – and then…move on.”   Mark Crutcher, Michelle Rene, Marcus Lloyd, and a host of others featured on the film, “Maafa 21, Black Genocide In 21st Century America” have explained the Maafa to be “Continued Black Enslavement.”

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!”

“We shall declare war on this Negro Dilemma!”

“Eugenics will save the day!”

~Francis Galton~

  “At some future period, not very distant as measured by centuries, the civilized races of man will almost certainly exterminate, and replace the savage races throughout the world… The break between man and his nearest allies will then be wider, for it will intervene between man in a more civilized state…and some ape as low as a baboon, instead of as now between the Negro or Australian and the gorilla.”

~Charles Darwin, MA 1890~

(Wealthy white elitists) The origin of species, by means of natural selection and preservation of favored races in the struggle for life…The Eugenics Movement.   “…Average Negroes possess too little intellect, self-reliance, and self-control to make it possible for them to sustain the burden of any respectable form of civilization without a large measure of external guidance and support.”

~Francis Galton, 1873~

One plan was to leave the Black populace alone. “They will perish without our support.” Another was mass racial suicide…   When this was done, it didn’t work, i.e., Tulsa, Oklahoma.   “…Even a cursory glance at the charts, photographs, and diagrams used to popularize eugenic ideals reveal that the unfit were swarthy, Black, and ugly by Anglo-Saxon standards, with the flattened noses, wiry hair, and prognathous profiles.”

~Harriet Washington, Author, Medical Apartheid and the American Birth Control League~

“On the negative side, it shows us that we are paying for and even submitting to the dictates of an ever increasing unceasingly spawning class of human beings who never should have been born at all – that the wealth of individuals and the states is being diverted from the development and the progress of human expression and civilization”

~Margaret Sanger, 1922~

“Too many Negroes are born yearly,” an advocate of birth control says. “The laws of nature require the obliteration of the unfit and human life is valuable only when it is of use to the community or race. Eugenics for the Negro!”

~Madison Grant, co-founder of the American Eugenics Society, 1916~

“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~

“The elimination of the poor and impoverished – they have no reason to live…”

 “in virtually every community where negroes dwell, one finds them in fat times and lean alike contributing a disproportionate number to the rolls of the dependents and delinquents. They make excessive demands on the white man’s charity and overtax his patience with their delinquencies. Recent data from several towns and cities indicate that the negro is furnishing a quota in the fields mentioned, four or five times in excess of his portion of the population.”

~Newell J. Sims, ‘Hostages of the White Man’ – ‘God’s Chillun,’ Walter A. Terpenning, Birth Control Review, 1932~

‘Oda Benga’

“The Man in the Monkey’s Cage!”

  “During Hitler’s regime, the German’s were supplied with elaborate charts and complicated theses, supposedly providing the superiority of the German people. It is interesting to note that at the bottom of these charts were the Colored People of the World and most conspicuously, the Black People

~Floyd Mckissick, National Director, Congress of Racial Equality, 1967~

“The Jews were responsible for bringing Negroes into ‘the Rhineland…’ it suits the purpose of the cool calculating Jew who would use this means of introducing a process of bastardization in the very center of the European Continent and, by infesting the white race with the blood of an inferior stock, would destroy the foundations of its independent existence.”

~Adolf Hitler, Mein Kampf~

“The passing of a great race” – ‘The racial basis of European History’ by Madison Grant. U.S. Eugenist Hails Nazi Racial Policy – Nazi Sterilization Law Lauded by U.S. Eugenics Official! “The leader of the German Nation, Adolf Hitler, has been able to construct a comprehensive racial policy of population development and improvement. The difference between the Jew and the Aryan is as insurmountable as that between Black and White… Germany has set a pattern which other nations must follow!”

~Dr. Clarence Gordon Campbell, president of the American Eugenics Research Association, N.Y. Sept. 9, 1935~

‘The Rising Tide of Color Against White World Supremacy’ and ‘The Dragon and The Cross,’ The rise and fall of the Ku Klux Klan in Middle America…’ “Non-white races must be excluded from America…the Red and Black Races if left to themselves revert to a savage of semi-savage state in a short time.”

~Lothrop Stoddard, director, American Birth Control League~

Halle University of Germany, a college course – based on American models – to be given in any German Institution of higher learning. “The white races divide into three main sub-species – the Nordics, the Alpines, and the Mediterranean’s. All these are good stocks, ranking in genetic worth well above the various colored races….Nordics above all.”

~Lothrop Stoddard~

Nazi scientist in charge of Black extermination – ‘Eugen Fischer’ ‘Rockefeller Gift Aids Reich Scientist, $555,000 Given by Foundation was Pledged to Institute Before Hitler Regime – Nobel Prize Winner to Head Two Laboratories Set Up for Advanced Studies!’

~published by Margaret Sanger, Berlin circa Feb. 2, 1927~

“Immediate sterilization of Negroid Children in the Rhineland and Ruhr Districts was demanded today by Hein Schroeder, Eugenics Authority,” appeared in the German newspaper, Deutschelle Zeltung. “The Negro population of these districts is Germany’s legacy from invading French Colonial Troops during the war. Herr Schroeder further recommended sterilization of all Negro and Hybrid races in the entire Reich.” 1932, Sanger’s Isolation and Sterilization – “Better Moral Conduct” of the poor, unemployed, illiterate, the feeble-minded, and the shiftless – donated farmland available in 1919 by the state of Indiana for undesirables – a cost effective solution to “the Negro Problem” – a farm colony where such people could be put to work – with a $300,000 grant from the General Assembly. The Indiana farm colony for the feeble-minded opened in Butlerville in 1919. Men farmed and worked in a stone quarry – the Women sewed and did laundry. In 1927, the General Assembly went further. It passed ‘Senate Bill #188’ “to prevent the procreation of mental defectives, idiots, imbeciles, morons, epileptics, and the incurably insane.”   3.31.1905:

“Pleckler Aroused by Blow Aimed at Racial Law”

 In a single incident in 1935, the Nazis sterilized the children of over six hundred German women because their fathers were Black. When Herr Schroeder further recommended the sterilization of all Negro and so-called ‘Hybrid’ races in the entire Reich, estimating that the country had at least six hundred children of Negro fathers by German mothers, he explained that these children were German citizens because of their mothers’ and could marry later with additional racial mixture resulting. “Their children would be regarded as non-Aryans, and we have enough non-Aryans in Germany already,” he said. Walter Ashley Plecker, M.D., member of the American Eugenics Society, praised the German Movement and expressed his hope that not one child had been missed by the cleansing. “Shall America remain white?” – this question may be answered in the Affirmative Today, but if delayed for several generations it may be forever too late… “Taxation Without Representation” was the slogan that fired the colonists of 1776: A “States Rights” was the cry that called forth the determined resistance of the South in 1861; and “Making the World Safe for Democracy” was the thought that mobilized the resources of our land and hurried millions of our young men to arms when the rights of mankind were trampled upon. As momentous as those questions were, in neither instance did losing to our foes mean absolute and irretrievable disaster. In each case our conquerors were, or would have been, of our own blood and kind. The negro as a laborer is valuable, and if it were possible to preserve the race in purity with him in our midst, he would be a great asset. Because this cannot be done, and because the mixed breeds are a menace and not an asset, we have them as the greatest problem and most destructive force which confronts the white race and American civilization. Both remote and recent history of many nations shows that in none of them have white and colored races lived together without ultimate amalgamation, and without the final deterioration or complete destruction of the white or higher civilization.

“Planned Parenthood – Eugenics and Population Control – Same Game, Different Name – “American Eugenics Society.”

  “The Eugenic and civilization value of birth control is becoming apparent to the enlightened and the intelligent… The campaign for birth control is not merely of Eugenic value, but is practically identical in ideal with the final aim of Eugenics.” ~Margaret Sanger, 1921~   ‘Apes, Men, and Morons’ by Ernest A. Hooter – ‘To Help the African American’ and ‘An American Dilemma, The Negro Problem in Modern Democracy’ by Gunner Myrdol, are books and ideals backed by the Carnegie Corporation and the Rockefeller Foundation.

“All White Americans agree that, if the Negro is to be eliminated, he must be eliminated slowly so as not to hurt any living individual Negroes. Therefore, the “Dominant American Valuation” is that the Negro should be eliminated from the American scene, but slowly.”

(Chp. 7, pg. 168) “Control Their Fertility.” (Chp. 7, pg. 1 – ‘Population,’ 1944 publication by Harper and Boss, N.Y.

~Cass Canfield, National President of Planned Parenthood Federation of America~

“Race Birth Quotas Urged!”

A California Professor sees Menace to Whites in Increase of Negro Population!

Samuel J. Holmes, M.D.

‘Scientist Tell Nixon Advisor Voluntary Birth Control is Insanity!’

Harden, 1980

  “I consider that the world and almost our civilization for the next twenty-five years, is going to depend upon a simple, cheap, and safe contraceptive to be used in poverty stricken slums, jungles, and among the most ignorant people. Even this will not be sufficient, because I believe that now, immediately; there should be national sterilization for certain dysgenic types of our population who are being encouraged to breed and would die out were the government not feeding them.”

~Margaret Sanger, American Eugenics Society – Planned Parenthood, letter to International Harvester Heiress, Catherine Dexter McCormick, movement funder~

Leon Whiney of the Birth Control Review was complimented by Adolf Hitler on his book of sterilization…

”If we could purge the country of our typical slum elements, in the city and country alike, what harm would be done? This includes all of the various types of less useful social elements…

“With this done, sterilization will come to the assistance of those who are too stupid to comprehend or to carry out the simple methods of contraception… We should probably be disposing of the lowest fourth of our population; and, after the economic adjustment, we should hardly miss them – forced sterilization is the answer!”

“I plan to keep a file (Tickler) on all persons whose names reach me regardless of age in order that they be picked up as they reach the child bearing age!

~Casebolt, Eugenics Board Minutes, July 27, 1961~

“It is better for all the world, if instead of waiting to execute degenerated offspring for crime, or to let them starve for their imbecility, society can prevent those who are manifestly unfit from continuing their kind…three generations of imbeciles are enough!”

~Oliver Wendell Holmes, U.S. Supreme Court Justice, 1927~

“I agree with you! Society has no business to permit degenerates to reproduce their kind!”

~January 3rd, 1913, Theodore Roosevelt~

“The law of nature says that only the fit shall survive. When a nation disregards this law by protecting the unfit, and encouraging their multiplication, this nation invites inevitable destruction. …As far as New Jersey is concerned, sterilization is an economic necessity, and as far as the United States is concerned, sterilization is a matter of national preservation.”

~Fred Sheppard, N.J. Assemblyman, February 1, 1942~

Did the Governments of the United States participate in forced sterilization? Oh yes they did!   In 1968, Elaine Riddick, a rape victim, was forced to participate in forced governmental sterilization by the State of North Carolina. She and her family were considered imbecilic and illiterate degenerates. She has earned a college degree while not going to high school. Her son is the owner operator of three real estate and construction companies. Is this the face of an imbecile or government dependent? Was it her fault that the guy across the street abducted her from the street and repeatedly assaulting her at age 14?   There is record of sixty thousand Black sterilizations that have taken place under state and federal sanctions across this nation…

“I guess it is just that “Slave Master” complex white folks have. For years they told us where to sit, where to eat, and where to live. Now they want to dictate our freedom habits. First the white man tell me to sit in the back of the bus. Now it looks like he wants me to sleep under the bed. Back in the days of slavery, Black folks couldn’t grow kids fast enough for white folks to harvest. Now that we’ve got a little taste of power, white folks want us to call a moratorium on having babies. Of course, I could never participate in birth control, because I’m against doing anything that goes against nature. That’s why I’ve changed my eating habits so drastically over the years and have become a vegetarian. And birth control is definitely against nature. Can you believe that human beings are the only creatures who would ever consider developing birth control pills? If you mention contraceptives to a gorilla, he’d tear your head off! Personally, I’ve never trusted anything white folks tried to live with the word ‘control’ in it. Anything good with the word ‘control’ in it; white folks don’t want us to have. As soon as we (Black Folk) started talking about ‘community control,’ white folks went crazy.”

~Dick Gregory, Ebony Magazine, 1971~

‘Blacks Cry Genocide! The Hidden Agenda – Black Birth Control. Black Delegates Charged The Group (P.P.) Planned To Systematically Reduce The Black Population and Other Non-Whites, The American Poor and Ethnic Immigrants Through Birth Control!

  “There is a campaign to bombard the poor with pills and potions. If this movement continues, we soon may be accused of fighting poverty by eliminating the poor and overcoming hunger by removing the hungry.” ~Hugh Carey, N.Y. Congressman, 1966~

Sterilization or Jail?

  “Under cover of an alleged campaign to ‘alleviate poverty,’ white supremacist Americans and their dupes are pushing an all-out drive to put rigid birth control measures into every Black Home. No such drive exists within the white American world.” ~Black Unity Party, 1968~   Birth control and sterilization would be more deadly (to Negroes) than all the tanks, riot guns, cattle prods, Billy clubs, and shackles we have overcome in the past.” ~Dr. Leroy Swift~

“Put It In The Water and Their Food!”

  What is the number one killer in the Black Community? Would you believe ‘Abortion?’ Many have answered gang violence, heart disease, diabetes, high blood pressure, and the police!   “Since 1973, legal abortion has killed more African Americans than Aids, Cancer, Diabetes, Heart Disease, and Violent Crimes combined. Every week, more Blacks died in American Abortion Clinics than were killed in the entire Viet Nam war. And the largest chain of abortion clinics in the United States is operated by Margaret Sangers’ ‘Planned Parenthood and the Abortion Industry.’ The fact is and gives apparent substance to charges that such programs are designed not simply to assist the poor, but to control the growth of the Black Population and People of Color.   “Birth control and abortion are turning out to be the great Eugenic advantages of our time.”

~Frederick Osborne, founding member of the Eugenics Society, 1973~

“The best way to hate a nigger is to hate him before he’s born!”

~Leander Perez, United States Judge, 1970~

Since white elitist decry the overabundance of Blacks in the world, has anyone ever asked if there were too many whites in the world?

  “Those who we could not get rid of in the rice paddies of Viet Nam, we now propose to exterminate if necessary, eliminate if possible, in the ‘OB’ wards and gynecology clinics of our urban hospitals.”

~Jesse Jackson, 1971~

“Black People are the target of birth control not because the ruling politicians like them and can no longer use them in plantations and other cheap-labor conditions.” ~Muhammad Speaks, The Black Muslim Newspaper, 1970~ “We could have genocide in reverse here – who the hell is getting the pill – the Mexicans and the Negro. Do you want to wipe us all out? ~Cesar Chavez, Farm Labor Leader, 1967~   “Planned Black Genocide?” ~William Boone Haden, 1971~   Dr. Charles Greenlee charged that the Planned Parenthood clinics as operated in Pittsburgh are devises which are used to keep the Negro birthrate as law as possible. “Negro areas are saturated with Planned Parenthood facilities while white neighborhoods have none! Additionally, propaganda circulations have cited that Black Females receiving public assistance will lose their aid if they dared to produce further offspring.”

“Genocide and Betrayal’ was the NAACP in bed with ‘Planned Parenthood? Was This a Conspiracy?”

  Alveda King, the niece of Dr. Martin Luther King and Clenard Childress have been campaigning outside of their headquarters in protest of Legal Abortions for the longest of times… They say the NAACP has turned a blind eye to the atrocity of killing hundreds if not thousands of Black Babies! Legal abortion was given life in 1973.   “The Civil Rights Elite has forgotten the lives of unborn Black Children and has joined those who choose to kill them. Unbelievable! They have forgotten that in the past racists snatched Black Babies from their mother’s arms and sold them into slavery! Today, they snatch them from their mother’s womb and throw them in the garbage.” ~Ismael Hernandez, Executive Director of African and Caribbean American Center, 2003~

“A Family Planning Cartel” and the Hidden Truth From the Public”’

  “Civil Rights Leaders have turned a blind eye on abortion knowing it to be used for Black Genocide!” ~Mark Crutcher, President Life Dynamics Incorporated~ “If you cross the ‘Population Control’ (it has become a religion for them) proponents for America’s White Power structure, from the start they have warned, if you cross them, or challenge their agenda, they’ll chop you off at the knees. One example was Mr. Samuel F. Yette, a prominent intellect, professor, and author. It didn’t matter if it was the Democratic, Liberal, or Republican parties, or the media.

Sam Yette exposed the hypocrisy for what it was at the Washington D.C. level…they made him pay a dear price. The Nixon made sure that he was separated from his job as the Washington Correspondent for Newsweek Magazine. The battle took several years for him to regain control over his authorship. The rights and ownership of his materials was returned to him by the court system after he’d lost his livelihood among other things the establishment attempted to take away from him. In the end he’d won over the antagonists and their threats. Was the cost of these hardships worth the effort? I think he would have answered yes. He did all that he could to protect the innocents and the people affected by this onslaught from hell. Brother Yette’s publication of the ‘Choice, 1971, was a major punch in the mouth for the ‘powers that be.’ They thought him to be another monkey in the cage when he was allowed access to ‘Capitol Hill.’

‘The Choice: The Issue of Black Survival in America, The extermination of the Black Man in America” emerges from Brother Yette’s startling research as a genuine possibility. appear to be leading America toward Black Genocide.

Some of the evidence Yette presents:

“A presidential commission found that relatively few white Americans would protest massive repression of Black. Presidential advisors have urged the internment of Black Youth on the pretext of rehabilitation. Sterilization and birth control programs are aimed against Black while masquerading under the name of hunger relief. Drawing on a wealth of fact and documentation, Mr. Yette lets us see White America through the eyes of Black America, and we learn why Blacks feel that the issue facing them is one of survival. When the decade of the 1970’s began, the United States government was officially – but unconstitutionally – in the midst of two wars:

1.) a war of “attrition” (genocide) against the colonized colored people of Indochina (Viet Nam), and 2.) an expeditionary “Law and Order” campaign (repression – selective genocide) against the colonized colored people of the United States of America.”

“The American Ruling Class had made a decision, Americans of African Descent would either accept their miserable lot of die… The venerable Saturday Evening Post issued what might be termed as a ‘white newspaper’ in which it warned Black America that they had better understand and accept the fact that absolute freedom and equality were not part of the game plan for them, and that the consequences of non-acceptance would be wholesale genocide ~John Oliver Killens, 1982~   White House Tape #697/29 – March 30, 1972:

Nixon: “A majority of people in Colorado voted for abortion. I think a majority of people in Michigan are for abortion. I think in both cases, well, certainly in Michigan they will vote for it because they think that what’s going to be aborted generally are the little Black bastards.”

April 3, 1972 #700/10: “As I told you – we talked about it earlier – that a hell of a lot of people want to know what we are talking about – population control. We’re talking really – and what John Rockefeller really realizes – look, the people in what we call our class control their populations. Sometimes they’ll have a family of six, or seven, or eight, or nine, but it’s the exception.”

Staffer: “The Black Population in the city of San Francisco has gone from 300 – right after World War II – to where they represent 30 percent of the population of San Francisco.”

“Some biologists feel that compulsory family regulation will be necessary to retard population growth. It is a dismal prospect – except when viewed as an alternative to Armageddon. He urged establishing a federal population commission “with a large budget for propaganda,” changing tax laws to discourage reproduction and instituting mandatory birth control instruction in public schools.”

Richard Millhouse Nixon signed the order for the commission

  “To cure the present ghetto problems and deal with the population question among the poorer parts of our own population here in the United States will require valiant and much greater efforts than any exerted in the past as a result of the troubles that have broken out in Detroit, Newark, and other cities.” ~Draper~   “What it all comes down to,” declares one dissenting board member, “is that we want the poor to stop breeding while we retain our families. It’s strictly a class point of view.” ~Guttmacher~

‘Urban Renewal – Black Removal’

  “Five dollars invested in population control is worth one hundred dollars invested in economic growth.” ~Lyndon B. Johnson, June 25, 1965~   In November 1963, Johnson signed the ‘Fulbright Bill’ into law, which funded international population research and assistance. In 1964, Johnson said, “America’s progress toward a society of decency has been marked and measured by our attitudes toward the rule and toward the rights of women – the first U.S. President to back federal support for birth control in social welfare and public health programs at the urging of a republican representative from Texas – George H. W. Bush.

‘Aid to the poor to be tied directly to birth control – urged by both parties.’  

“Blacks could not benefit from these programs because they are genetically inferior to whites.”

~Richard M. Nixon~  

“They are out specifically to control the birth rate of Blacks and Hispanics!”

~Rev. Crawford, Chicago~  

“Norplant Project targets one hundred schools in minority neighborhoods!”

~N.Y. 1952 Development, John Rockefeller~  

Exported Genocide

  “If you’re going to curb population, it’s extremely important not to have it done by the damned Yankees, but by the U.N. because, the thing is, then it’s not considered genocide. If the United States goes to the Black Man or Yellow Man and says slow down your reproductive rate, we’re immediately suspected of hauling alterior motives to keep the white man dominant in the world. If you can send in a colorful U.N. Force, you’ve got a much better leverage.”

~Alan Guttmacher, President of Planned Parenthood and former Vice-President of the American Eugenics Society, 1970~   “Divide and Conquer – Birth Control but no aid to Black Islanders, Haiti, Africa, etc., unless birth control is accepted – birth control but no safe and clean birth delivery units. Access to natural resources and no clean drinking water…i.e., Black, Hispanic (Latino), and Native American communities in the U.S.

~The Ravenholt Philosophy~

“Abortion May Be The Most Demographically Powerful Means of Fertility Control”

The New York Stock Exchange Corporations and Institutions Began Their Ascent From The Slave Trade Profits

Chinese to Make RU486 For The U.S.

  ~Phillip P. Pan, Washington Post Foreign Service, 10.12.2000, pg. AG1~

Lian Pharmaceuticals, Shanghai, backing received from the Rockefeller Foundation. I.G. Farben, aka, Hoechst A.G., produced deadly concentration gas to kill Jews during W.W.II in ‘Death Camps’ – ‘Zyklon B’ Cyanide Gas… Leadbetter Lee, Rockefeller representative, served as Nazi advisor Roussel UCLAF developed ‘RU-486’ and manufactured it…in the U.S. ~TakeCareDownThere.com~

Via the telephone, callers communicated with Planned Parenthood desiring to aid in the protocol of removing Blacks from the country…by any means necessary. Callers checked in from Columbus, Ohio; Albuquerque, New Mexico; Tulsa, Oklahoma; Philadelphia, Pa; New York, N.Y.; Newark, New Jersey, and other cities across the country as well.

Columbus, Ohio Caller: “When I underwrite abortion, does that apply to minorities too?”

Planned Parenthood: “If you specifically want it that way, you can specify that that’s how you want it spent.”

Caller: “Okay, yeah, cause there’s –so there’s definitely way too many Black People in Ohio, so I’m just trying to do my part.”

Planned Parenthood: “Okay, whatever…”

Caller: “Well, Blacks especially need abortions too. So that’s what I’m trying to do…”

Planned Parenthood: “Well, for whatever reason, we’ll accept the money.”

Caller: “So I could give the money specifically for a Black Baby – that would be the purpose.”

Planned Parenthood: “Yeah, absolutely. If you wanted to designate that you wanted your gift to be used to help and African-American Woman in need, then we could certainly make sure that that gift was earmarked specifically for that purpose.”

Caller: “Great, because I really face trouble with affirmative action and I don’t want my kids being disadvantaged against Black Kids – I just has a baby. I want to put it in his name. So that’s definitely possible?”

Planned Parenthood: “Oh, always, always.”

Caller: “Wonderful, just one more thing. The abortions will be done specifically for Black community abortions?”

Planned Parenthood: “I can, I will mark it in such a way that it definitely will.”

Caller: “Thank you, great! Okay…and if I wanted to help fund multiple abortions, could you also specify that it’s to be done for a specific group? The less Blacks out there the better.”

Planned Parenthood: “Yes.”   Society’s elitist white power groups and Planned Parenthood operatives have figured out how to make it work…the key to racial genocide was not in killing people but convincing the target group to commit mass suicide…

“Abortion keeps the crime rate down!”

~Steve Levett and John Donahue~  

“If Blacks had never been stolen out of Africa, there would never have been a Eugenics Movement at all!”

~Crutcher~  

~Evil Enters Like a Needle and Spreads Like an Oak Tree~

  Is it mere coincidence that the current cop killings of Blacks tied into the Nazi Holocaust and the population control movement? Have the powerful white socialists plan to eradicate Blacks from society proven to be a successful venture in the attempt to exterminate us from the day slavery ended?   The Maafa did not end with the freeing of the Black Slaves – a one hundred and fifty year old racial agenda founded in Black Genocide.

‘Pro Choice or No Abortions…Period!’

~It Is The Calm and Silent Water That Drowns a Man~

 There would have been no white America if it weren’t for the Friendly and Loving Red America…

There would have been no America!

  Til Next Time…    

Acknowledgement and Sources:

Maafa 21, Mark Crutcher, Michelle Rene, Marcus Lloyd, and a host of others featured on the film, “Maafa 21, Black Genocide In 21st Century America” “Continued Black Enslavement.” The Israelite Church of God In Jesus Christ, Inc The Choice by Samuel F. Yette Researching Resources by Boulware Enterprises Wikipedia.com Webster’s Dictionary and Thesaurus …and personal experiences within the world of ‘Black and White America’

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‘Selfie Renditions’

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By

Gregory V. Boulware

http://selfierenditions.blogspot.com/

http://www.amazon.com/Gregory-V.-Boulware/e/B00OI16PDI/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

 

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One of the rules of marketing is to promote goods, services, or ideas.

The marketing concept as we know it did not always exist. It has evolved over the years. The value created in the process is when marketing makes a good service available where the consumer wants it. The number one priority is to produce a good to keep up with demand. One definition of marketing is a group of interrelated activities designed to identify consumer needs and develop, distribute, promote, and price goods and services to satisfy these needs. Buying and selling, are activities that relay products to their intended users. Each consumer buys for his or her personal use or needs, while other parties must perform buying functions that lead up to the final sale.

Marketing has value to both businesses and consumers. The customer and the customer’s needs come first.

Tavis Smiley of ‘PBS’ boasted of ‘Self-Publication’ of all his books and media material. So it should be obvious that he is a proponent of self-publication. This practice allows the author true ‘authorship’ and ownership – ‘Sole Propriety’ of his or her material. Selfie Renditions are today’s norm for many authors and writers. The wide open free range of the Internet allows for such activity without the reigns of publishing house approval especially if you are of the so-called underprivileged section of the universe. People/Authors who are well-to-do have published their own materials almost forever without the approval of publishing professionals worldwide. “Starving Artists” are almost always seeking the backing of promoters, publishers, editors, and silent partners to market their wares in the quest for publicity and profitability.

 “Self-Promotion is essential to the self-published author as much as it is to conventional authors who are promoted by their publishers.”

Many authors of yesteryear were basically self-published. They didn’t have a real choice in the matter. There wasn’t money to pay professional printers to publish and promote their messages. William Still and many other self-educated pioneers did “Selfies” to get the word out to the community. Many “Free-Press” operations were self-published authors and promoters in their own right. They got the word out without the generalization of professional printers, publishers, or promoters – they did it themselves. Many of these “Grass-Root” groups did have some equipment that aided in their publishing endeavors. Others simply relied on supporters who had the know-how. Either way, the word got out to the intended audiences – and they did it their way.

Within the world of information technology / computer science, the structures, formats, platforms, applications, hardware, and/or vendors are service oriented architecture based programming. The programming is designed to meet the needs and/or offer some type of business service. Be it entertainment, news media or query data. Information and the business of information apply. Technical skill sets include knowledge and ability to use, the process, practices, techniques, and tools of the specialty area of software/hardware expertise.

“You do not need to have a degree in IT or BI to be successful in IT, but you do need to have an interest and an aptitude for math and logic. In fact, many if not most of the people that I have worked with as application programmers, software engineers, database administrators and systems analyst do not have computer science degrees.

Many either minored in CS (like me), have degrees in engineering or life sciences. In most cases, opportunities are given based on skill level and not educational background.”

Volume 2 of Technical and Career-Minded Data and Information for the Tech-Starved learning learner… Whereas, on the twenty-second day of September, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty-two, a proclamation was issued by the President of the United States. “This is a command or instruction for everyone; in return for the greatest blessings and the greatest amount of the grace.” The Census Bureau reported that 43.6 million people lived in and or below the poverty level – 14.3% is the latest recording. I believe it’s much worse than that. “The Great Recession is officially over!” Haven’t you heard the good news? The American populace is suffering in the worst financial crisis since the “Great Depression.” It’s simply amazing how someone or some entity is constantly trying to sell you and me something. This contribution is worth the while…A must have edition to your library. A timeless tool for the young and not so young – Man, Woman, and Computer!

“Hallow” contains several short stories of the occult, science fiction, English lit, and the macabre… “Demon’s Throat” is a thriller that will take you to the edge of your seat with a twist that only a woman could love – maybe a man or two as well. This story has never before been seen or released anywhere else…

“They (the machines) were dependent on solar power. It was believed they would be unable to survive without an energy source as abundant as the sun.” “What is control?” “No one cares how it works, as long as it works!” The tribes of Judah, Benjamin, and Levi were forced out of the Land of Israel around 70 AD. This was due to the Hebrew-Roman wars that resulted in the deaths of thousands of Black Hebrew Israelites. Primarily women, men, and children were slaughtered by an over powering Army of Roman soldiers and conscripts in their Empire domain. The remnant of Judah, Benjamin, and Levi fled primarily to West Africa to escape death and prosecution around 70 AD.

“So you’re telling me is all we needed is a ‘C-4’ pack and a couple of whirly-bird yahoos to dispose of this beast, is that right Mr. Agent?” Glenn wasn’t even looking at the man. He was looking at the hole and burn scene while his gazing glances took his focused view to the ledge above. The bomb exploded with a thunderous Earth trembling boom… The flash and whoosh of the after affect caused the gas cloud to evaporate. The heat from the blast cooked the pavement, the rocks, the foliage and trees, the air and everything in a circle of about fifty-five to sixty feet. The blast and burn was a perfect circumference – a perfect and complete circle. Albeit, the blast erupted and expired as planned by the security team, there was no target. It was utterly and completely gone. They couldn’t find anything, not one bone or hair sample.

A National Guard chopper swung in overhead. It carried a large satchel. The bag contained explosives…C-4 Plastique. The bomb was much like the one used on the ‘MOVE Compound.’ Move harassed and demonized an entire community in West Philadelphia. Prior to Osage Avenue, the city had a running gun battle with MOVE when the organization occupied a house and mini-fort in ‘Powelten Village,’ also in West Philly, not very far from Osage Avenue. A cop was killed and many of the MOVE members went to jail. The authorities blew up and burned an entire neighborhood, killing several men, women, and children in the offensive assault on the building the group occupied on Osage Avenue. The tragic incident occurred under the administration of a very well-liked mayor, a few decades ago. The order went out to “Blow His Ass to Smithereens!”

“Well Dr. Caldwell, what do you think is wrong?” “I’m not sure… I might need to do a more thorough investigation to the problem at hand.” “Doc, can you please tell me what the nature of the problem is…?” “I don’t know.” “But Doc, what do you know?” “The one thing that I do know is…I don’t know. Do you know how many people are willing to admit they don’t know something?” “No Doc, how many?” “I don’t know.”

Many people on the planet profess to know just about everything.

There are those who know it all. There are those who know absolutely nothing but boast to the contrary. Haven’t you met people who know everything about anything and everything about everybody? Sure you have… You’ve wished that they would shut the hell up and be quiet. You’ve wished for certain persons to go away or learn to shut their mouths before they speak… Even better still, just shut your mouth and don’t say anything at all to anybody. I want to learn something!

 

‘HALLOW II’

-Coming Soon-

This author was encouraged and influenced by many reputable artists and authors. But none so much as the ‘Self-Published’ afficianados. So if you are considering publishing an article or book, I would encourage you to do all the necessary research and practice along with a practical observance of others before you and publish, publish, and publish some more.

Conventional publishing as opposed to ‘SELFIES?’

 

You be the judge…

 Now Go For It!

 Til Next Time…

 

 

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‘Of Stadia Grapha Demesne’

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By
Gregory V. Boulware

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 (The Surveyance of Personally Written Owner-Authorship)
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 …Is a controversial rendition of what is and is not. Many will argue the truth of its content and continue to argue how their religion is better than yours. Can you handle the truth? Many cannot and/or will not! Is there such a thing as a master race? Is your so-called race better than theirs or mine…?

An unbelied and lithe researcher graced with a judicious demeanor – He has earned the Specialized Business Administration and Computer Science Degree from The Berean Institute College of Technology, a Historic African American College (HBCU) in Philadelphia, PA with combined collegiate credit(s) that include Management studies at Philadelphia Community College (CCP).

“From Blog to Blurb,” Mr. Boulware has come to produce, mitigate, and provide a myriad of postulating books, articles, and essays for public and private consumption. Simply referred to as ‘erudite’ by his many readers, fans, and critics, this sagacious author in his natural propensity, moves thought provoking subject material with well graced laxity and modulation over many networks, websites, and social media. Gregory V. Boulware is an accomplished student; combining formal education with self-education, an aspiring self-published author with endeavors that include life skills, Business Administration, Management, Computer Science, Data Processing/Mining/ETL, RDBMS, Operations, Records, Storage, Indexing, Research, Spirituality Sciences, Novel Publications, and Customer Service Expertise.

Recalcitrant to failure and continually in search of opportunities to practice technical skill challenges while gaining proficient knowledge that allows a prolific perfected performance as an efficient proactive Project Manager, RDBMS Professional, and proficient authorship of information driven material. His desire of establishing an earned position amongst the multitude of esteemed authors in the world and social platforms of the literary community has been accomplished and ongoing. His retirement/disability does not offset his intrepid penmanship.

Based on Professionalism, Ethic, Dependability, and Personal Pride, Printed Book Material as well as Electronic purchasing consideration is a guaranteed assurance of viewer ‘ROI’ for viewer-readership time and energy.

How many students new to the world of Technology do you know? Are they all astute to Business? What would you do if a view into the inside world of Business and Technology gave you an advantage over the other students?

 Heartfeather on Amazon: 
Open Up Your Mind!!!

 If you have been searching for answers in your life and you want to be a grounded person, I highly recommend this book. It is a fast read.

 “The Spirit of The Soul and The Death of Morals”: Whence comest thou?

 It will make you want to learn more, and this is a good thing. It will expand your mind, and don’t we all need this; or would you rather turn on The Bachelorette, or one of those senseless gossip shows.

Are you tired of all the hypocrisy? Where is the caring, and where has morality gone? Are you questioning your faith? Are you curious and yet confused about other religions? When is the last time you read something and really felt those words touch your soul? If you have experienced any of the above, The Spirit of the Soul, and the Death of Morals is a must read. It will answer many of your questions about religions, faith, traditions, and cultures.

 Eliza Earsman: 
“Fairmount”: Terror In The Park’

 My goodness, Mr. Gregory Boulware, your back cover blurb doesn’t prepare us for the interior. Thank you – and your author photo is beautiful also.

Mr. Boulware is an excellent storyteller and, with definite twists and turns, this book is not for the faint hearted. Gruesome and grizzly, but at the same time highly readable, at no time does the story fall flat. I had a couple of problems with quote marks/direct speech, but in no way does that detract from a very readable story. Gregory’s interview at the end is excellent and gives added insight into the author’s abilities.

Very well done, Gregory. Here’s wishing you success with many more.

Within the world of information technology / computer science, the structures, formats, platforms, applications, hardware, and/or vendors are service oriented architecture based programming. The programming is designed to meet the needs and/or offer some type of business service.

“They (the machines) were dependent on solar power. It was believed they would be unable to survive without an energy source as abundant as the sun.” “What is control?” “No one cares how it works, as long as it works!”

The tribes of Judah, Benjamin, and Levi were forced out of the Land of Israel around 70 AD. This was due to the Hebrew-Roman wars that resulted in the deaths of thousands of Black Hebrew Israelites. Primarily women, men, and children were slaughtered by an over powering Army of Roman soldiers and conscripts in their Empire domain. The remnant of Judah, Benjamin, and Levi fled primarily to West Africa to escape death and prosecution around 70 AD.

 Freedom – Justice – Wisdom – Lincoln – Gettysburg – Emancipation Proclamation

 Search for Him on various search engines throughout the Internet! Just queue/type His name into your web browser, click and view the masterfully presented results!

 You’ll Be Glad You Did!

 Peace…

~GVB~
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“FAIRMOUNT”
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Remember the Massive Fire at the Philadelphia Zoo?
At 12:40 a.m. Sunday, the guards returned and found flames on the roof. Fire and zoo officials pinned the blaze on an electrical…
Pg. 63 – ‘FAIRMOUNT’ – Terror in The Park!

“The Spirit of the Soul and the Death of Morals: From Whence Comest Thou?” http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18377562-the-spirit-of-the-soul-and-the-death-of-morals
“ONE PEOPLE, ONE PLANET, and THE CHILDREN OF ONE GOD!”

“The Un-Obscure”
http://theunobscure.blogspot.com/

‘The Triplets and One’
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“The Spirit of The Soul and The Death of Morals”: Whence Comest thou?
By
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A Philadelphia Story Teller: “Howl Of An Angel”: Pt. 2 ‘The Loch of Satanus’
http://philadelphiastoryeller.blogspot.com/

ASIAN VOICES
NHK website.
Hong Kong on the Brink
http://www3.nhk.or.jp/nhkworld/english/tv/asianvoices/archives201408230300.html

SAPPHYRE
JASON KOMITO
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‘Black Cowboys’

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~ The Acrimonious, Gauche, and Incongruous – ‘Ajantala’ ~
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‘The One Thing I Know Is…’
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https://boulwareenterprises.wordpress.com/2014/10/17/politicians-be-damned-statesmen-are-needed/

‘Sedition – Treason’ What’s the Difference?
https://boulwareenterprises.wordpress.com/tag/obama/ 

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 “It’s Not Too Late To Do The Right Thing!”

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By
Gregory V. Boulware

“Politicians Be Damned – Statesmen Are Needed!”

What is a ‘Republic’ as opposed to a ‘Democracy?’

‘What Defines a Republican, a Democrat, a Politician, or a Statesman?’

 “Too many political figures want to direct public resources to private education via the voucher system. We cannot afford to write off the majority of America’s children.
And I would have a foreign policy that recognizes that we, Black People, are part of the global village – whether you want us or not! America should be an international healer not a bully,” says Sharpton.
“Do you really think that Black folk would struggle through slavery, carrying bags, talking about ‘we shall overcome’ and all those kinds of things; that a little voter ID issue would have actually stopped us from registering for the vote? Only a fool would think that Black folks wouldn’t go out and do what they need to do when they think their rights have been threatened!” says a Black Philadelphia Republican.
https://boulwareenterprises.wordpress.com/2014/10/17/politicians-be-damned-statesmen-are-needed/

“The Other Peoples’ Money”
…The working class and poor seem to be the target of the rich and secure once again. When was the last time someone asked you for your opinion on the federal budget or how to spend tax payer money…your tax payer money?
Subject: Social Security
“Pay attention to your next ‘Social Security’ income whether you get a check or an electronic deposit….note what it is now called (see below). . .
“SOCIAL SECURITY NOW CALLED ‘FEDERAL BENEFIT PAYMENT’ /ENTITLEMENT!
Have you noticed your Social Security check is now referred to as a “Federal Benefit Payment?”
…The folks in Washington pulled off a bigger Ponzi scheme than Bernie Madoff ever did.
They took our money and used it elsewhere. They “forgot” that it was OUR money they were taking.
They didn’t have a referendum to ask us if we wanted to lend the money to them.
And they didn’t pay interest on the debt they assumed.
And recently, they’ve told us that the money won’t support us for very much longer.
But is it our fault they misused our investments?
And now, to add insult to injury, they’re calling it a “benefit,” as if we never worked to earn every penny of it.
Just because they “borrowed” the money, doesn’t mean that our investments were a charity!
Let’s take a stand.
~VOTE!~
We have earned our right to Social Security and Medicare.
Demand that our legislators bring some sense into our government –
Find a way to keep Social Security and Medicare going, for the sake of that 92% of our population who need it.”
Then call it what it is:
“Our Earned Retirement Income.”
In This Reporter’s opinion:
I call it OPM as did other members of local, state, and federally trusted individuals. One such individual just got out of jail the other day. He went to a halfway house before going home to his multi-million dollar mansion.
OTHER PEOPLES MONEY! I’ll be damned…and they are continuing to make asses of us all – as we have allowed them to. I’m sure that I will never see one day of solidarity amongst our American brotherhood/sisterhood. If we participate in just one day of solidarity from coast to coast, we would be able to drive home the point to politicians everywhere…Dammit – YOU ALL WORK FOR US, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND!
https://boulwareenterprises.wordpress.com/2013/08/09/the-other-peoples-money/

“The Victory Dance for the Over Fifty Plus”
…The City of Greensboro has agreed to pay $91,000 and furnish other relief to settle an age discrimination lawsuit brought by the U.S. Equal Employment Opportunity Commission (EEOC), the agency announced today. The EEOC had charged that the city failed to hire a 58-year-old job applicant in June 2007 in favor of three younger candidates.
The EEOC brought the lawsuit against the City of Greensboro under the Age Discrimination in Employment Act (ADEA) after the city failed to hire Terry Pearson (then age 58) as an electronic processes specialist within the city’s Guilford Metro 911 Division. The job was a technician’s position and generally involved maintenance of the city’s radio communication systems for first responders. Pearson had owned an electronics repair shop and had other substantial experience in electronics repair and maintenance through various technician jobs.
However, the city selected three substantially younger applicants, all under age 40, who, the EEOC contends, were not as qualified as…
http://victorydanceoverfifty.blogspot.com/

“INTO THE VEINS OF HISTORY…”
One of the first such organizations appeared in New York in 1835; two years later Robert Purvis, a Philadelphia Negro and merchant persuaded a group of people to form a similar association in his city. Purvis was active in aiding fugitives; his house at Ninth and Lombard Streets had a secret room, entered only by a trap door, for hiding runaway slaves. In August 1837, the Vigilant Association of Philadelphia was formed “to create a fund to aid colored persons in distress.”
An elected committee of fifteen carried on the work of the Association. The first president – who was Purvis – the first secretary, and the first treasurer of the committee were all Negroes. Purvis continued as president when the committee underwent reorganization in 1839, and hired a fulltime fund-raiser. The committee used most of its to reimburse those who fed, clothed, and housed fugitives and to supply small amounts of cash to the frequently penniless slaves. Runaways heard about and appealed to the committee for help, for in the six months following the reorganization, June to mid-December, 1839, the committee handled more than fifty cases, sending forty-six to freedom. By the end of 1841, the committee averaged three-and-a-half cases a week. Then in 1842 an anti-Negro riot took place in Philadelphia. Robert Purvis was forced to guard his own door against the rioters, while nearby a Negro “Beneficial Hall” and church burned. He became disillusioned and withdrew to the Philadelphia suburb of Byberry. The activities of the Vigilant Committee gradually declined. (Nevertheless, the Philadelphia office had some excitement in 1849 when an express company delivered a crate from Richmond, Virginia…
http://intotheveinsofhistory.blogspot.com/

“Across The Way”
What did the Indians do? Are we going to die like the pilgrim settlers, leaving the safety of the sea going vessels that carried them here to the Americas? I remember that wagon train in the western time mountains – they got stuck in hundreds of feet of snow and began to eat each other for survival. What did they use for a cook fire? Where are the Indians when you need them? They could help us survive! Please, won’t somebody tell us what to do?”
Some of the residents were fortunate enough to make the shelter circuit. Two weeks in, the repair crews were indefatigable in their dedication of restoring power to the various out of town communities.
The heavy-set Black Man, a power company supervisor, addressed the derelict destitute and depraved semi-homeless vagrants. He paid them a cordial visit, simply to reassure them, and report the power teams’ daily progress. He wanted to let them know how soon they could begin to return to their homes. But that was not to be. Savage and unjustly attacked was he. They hit him with verbal assaults from any and every direction. They wanted satisfaction now – right now.
“You are telling a damned lie! We are tired of waiting for you slow moving useless and worthless jabber jaws!”
He tried in vain to calm the people…
http://takealookacrosstheway.blogspot.com/

“As The Clock Turns”
……They (intend to) deceive God and those who believe, while they deceive not but themselves, but they perceive (it) not.
…In their heart is a disease and God increaseth their disease, for them is a painful chastisement, beware of the lie they were saying.
…And when it is said unto them, “Make ye not mischief in the Earth” say they, “verily, we are only the well-doers – the peacemakers.
Beware! Verily, they are the mischief mongers, but they perceive not. When it is said unto them, “Believe ye as the (other) people did believe, they say, “Shall we believe?”
Beware! Verily, they are the fools, but they know not. And when they meet with those who believe, they say “We believe” but when they go apart to their devils, they say, “surely we are with you, verily, we did but mock.”
These are they who purchase error for guidance, hence their transaction profitteth them not, neither are they guided aright.
The likeness of them is like unto one who kindleth a fire, and when it lighteth all around him, God taketh away the light and leaveth them in darkness, they see not. They are deaf, dumb, and blind; hence they will return not from their darkness.
“As The Clock Turns” – ‘The qualities of the hypocrites – their mischief and their false pride’
http://astheclockturns.blogspot.com/

“Rich And Greedy Poor And Needy”
Today’s politics and its’ practitioners constantly bombard the masses with untruths and vile falsehoods. The following horde of these creatures, lend credence to the fact of Babylon, the Tower of Babel and Nimrod, displaying their arrogance and opposition to the Lord of Hosts.
“Who is the bigger fool, the fool who leads or the fool who follows?”
I will never understand how and why this country, or the world for that matter, can stand by and allow the double standard system of rules and its continuous practices, i.e., (Sedition – Treason, What’s the Difference) one set of rules are distributed, practiced, applied, and implemented for one group or color of people, while another of lesser favor or value is pursued at the behest of another; one president white – the other, Black. Can anyone rationally explain this discrepancy? What of true and just treatment for all people – throughout the world and at home?
Political and Evangelical leadership remain suspect as they purport to love and protect the masses of poor and needy…not the rich and greedy.
http://richandgreedy-poorandneedy.blogspot.com/

“The Un-Obscure”
“Yes We Can” has changed to “Yes We Did” which has morphed into “Our Time Has Come!” “The Time Is Now!” Many Black (Persons of Color) personalities and leaders who were labeled as such, have said it in the past, “We Can’t Wait” have found the wait to be well worth it.
“THE TIME HAS COME!”
Less we forget, one must take pride in ones-self in order to gain the respect of others.
In light of the events that have, I think, brought pride, belief, and hope back into the life-line of the American Populace…
“So Let It Be Written…So Let It Be Done!”
http://theunobscure.blogspot.com/

“To Kill an American”
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…
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…
http://byanaustraliandentist.blogspot.com/

‘The Rails, Some Hemp, and A Hanging’
The company had its share of ‘shiner’s’ on both sides of the war-torn fences. Their horses bayed and pranced in the cold damp yet dark beginning of the day’s morn. My hanging tribunal was short and to the point. My foolish guilt could not be reversed, albeit, my hatred for these ‘Blue-Coats’ and their Black supporters surpasses my pain and sorrowful agony.
“A Living Man – A Living Man, I Want’s Ta Be A Livin Man!”
http://therailssomehempandahanging.blogspot.com/

“Economic Blues – The Beat Goes On”
The Census Bureau reported that 43.6 million people lived in and or below the poverty level…! The television and radio programs playback over the airways – and cable and satellite too – many “come and get it” commercials. They say “come on down and buy this new car!”
The merchants and vendors are counting on a spending craze (as they do every year with designated seasons of celebration and money exchange). Their business – their very survival is based upon our ability to spend money – or the ability to charge it. Now I ask you… If half the country is out of work and losing unemployment benefits on a scale of phenomenal proportions – by the millions… How in the world can we afford to buy a new car, shop for and buy presents for the holidays, pay bills, buy food, purchase football tickets (the Philadelphia Eagles have raised their ticket prices by five dollars, with an average price nearing one hundred dollars a pop), and keep a roof over our heads – with NO MONEY?
The American populace is suffering in the worst financial crisis since the “Great Depression.” It’s simply amazing how someone or some entity is constantly trying to sell you and me something. It doesn’t matter if it’s a service or a product; they want us to buy it. Do they care if you and me have no money? Have you heard the car commercial tell us that we can buy a new car with no money down? Do you remember at the end of the spiel, the quick speaking voice noted the stipulation of the purchase requirement(s)? The cadence is spoken with subtlety – direct and quick, “this message is for well qualified buyers only!” You and me pay for television programs only to be inundated with
http://economicbluesthebeatgoeson.blogspot.com/

No Game For Fools: “The Pulverization of Polarization In Politico”
“I promise access to high quality programs provided through unnecessary overregulation – we will know who to blame, and blame them!”
They promise to relentlessly oppose the millionaires in defense of the middle class.
“My team will vigorously seek to raise the minimum wage and close tax loopholes that currently let millionaires pay less in taxes than teachers, firefighters, cops, nurses, and ditch-diggers. We will also end the tax breaks for multinational corporation who ship jobs to Mexico, China, Chile, or anywhere else.”
http://nogameforfoolsthepulverization.blogspot.com/

~“THE BALANCE OF A HOUSE IN ORDER…or not”~
Politicos…It’s not too late to do the right thing.
People should not have to suffer simply because they are poor. They should not suffer at the hand of man because they are different in appearance, different in skin color, and thought of as property or chattel. They should not have to suffer because another man says he should be subservient and do his bidding. They should not have to suffer because they think differently and worship differently than you or have a different creed than you. They should not suffer because you want to make more money than your brother and sister and your house is better and bigger. They should not have to suffer because you have luxury and personal transportation with more sustenance in your mount and belly. Have and maintain respect and acknowledgement to sovereign stateships that are independent of you. Remember, acknowledge, respect, and know the truth while sharing with others…the origins of Life and the Human Being.
http://thebalanceofahouseinorder.blogspot.com/

“Arc of the Prophet”
Talking heads continue talking and protagonizing the word of the few in power and struggling to keep it so. They either have no clue or belief in prophecy as prescribed by the Most High who has taken effort to re-deliver his message via heralds of many stations… In today’s world of globalization, concealing how the powerful families continue to control much of the world’s financial, economic, and political resources is becoming harder and harder.
“A Presidential Commission found that relatively few white Americans would protest massive repression of Blacks. Presidential advisors have urged the internment of Black (Hebrew) youth on the pretext of rehabilitation. Sterilization and birth control programs are aimed against Blacks while masquerading under the name of hunger relief. In a December speech, President Richard Nixon dashed the hopes of many by not proposing any specific measures for immediate relief of hunger. His primary concern obviously was toward reducing the number of the hungry – not hunger itself – for it was on how to reduce the hungry that he had specific recommendations and specific action.”
In America, just as the governor of Pennsylvania has done, state governments have reduced if not completely eliminated the ‘Food Stamp Program’ to the poor and needy. This particular ruler has publicly stated that he would not release educational dollars earmarked for public schools in the state’s two largest cities. Primarily, The Philadelphia School District… The plan was without question a viable way to eliminate and eradicate an entire group of dependents at the beginning level…the children.
It is nothing to kill a people physically who has already been killed Culturally, Psychologically, Historically, Linguistically, Spiritually and Economically as a result of Disenfranchising them from their Ancestral lands.
http://arcoftheprophet.blogspot.com/

“He Can Do What His Black Son Cannot”
“An outlet with a larger white readership, many more commenters would have chimed in to deny the continued existence of racism. In my experience, white people (and straight people, and male people, and Christian people — all groups of which I’m a member) tend to dismiss the notion that we’re privileged. It’s an uncomfortable thing to acknowledge that you’re the recipient of unfair benefits, especially when those benefits are often nearly invisible to those who receive them.”
http://asonwhocannot.blogspot.com/

“OUTNUMBERED?”
…Many of us have been taught to believe that there is more of one group of people in the United States than the other. Not only have we been taught to believe it, we were also bombarded with the belief that there are more White folk in the world than any other group of people as well. I’ve always wondered about that notion since I was a child. I used to ask my mother and grandmother how come all of those Natives were always afraid of Tarzan?
http://biracialandoutnumbered.blogspot.com/

“Bold Intimidation and Evil Intent”
The advertisement Reads: (Buy This Entire Record for $6.99 – Official citation and/or docket number and footnotes (if any) for this case available with purchase. Learn more about what you receive with purchase of this case.)
I wonder… They’ve (The G.O.P. and right-wingers) made bold attempts to eradicate a plethora of things, yes? Are My Social Security Benefits at risk? Are yours as well? Would you agree that it would make them happy to see us all right back in chains? While the poor white folk and other working groups return to indentured service/slavery? Do you think that the changes they propose would make haters of You, Obama, and Me happy?
Based on factual material they have all been spreading falsehoods, misstatements, and untruths…in short, just plain and simple lying! They know it. Don’t you think that everything that has been done hasn’t been carefully and properly calculated? If you don’t, you’ve truly been asleep and out of touch with who and what has your best interest at heart. If they can touch the highest of us with filthy and vile contraband, think of what the powers that be can dig up on you.
http://boldintimidationandevilintent.blogspot.com/

“Zarganar”
Difference is as difference does… Would you have the government control you for saying something they don’t approve of? Is the First Amendment protecting you and yours? Does the First Amendment apply to you and me? How does our civilized, democratic society stack up to those who do crack down on the right to speak…privately or publicly? Would you live outside of the United States? How about the expectancy of receiving human rights and/or freedom and freedom of speech with the right to Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of happiness (Justice for All) – in a country not of America?
Do we in America allow our government to oppress us, disrespect us, detect us, delete us, or to protect us? When we in America elect our government officials… do we control them or do they control us?
Can one find humor in oppression?
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‘The Rails, Some Hemp, and A Hanging’

"A Believers' View"

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The Sun hadn’t risen to light up the world this morning. This pain-in-the-ass of a war has proven fruitless. It has put us all in a terrible bind. The ‘Blue-Bellies’ outside were laughing and joking right under the window of my jail-cell window. And as I recall, I think I could see several ‘darky’s’ planting, plowing, picking, and singing in the distance. The damned ‘Yankees’ have taken all that belongs to us…

A couple, maybe three of four birds chirped and sang in the distance. There could not have been any more than that, I’m sure. The Yankee soldiers outside reveled in their mastery while enjoying the aromatic scents of ‘Hemp’ and ‘Moonshine.’ There was no other way to get liquor other than someone making it themselves. There was no store-bought liquor to be had for miles in any direction. The company had its share of ‘shiner’s’ on both sides of the war-torn fences. Their horses bayed and pranced in the cold damp yet dark beginning of the day’s morn. My hanging tribunal was short and to the point. My foolish guilt could not be reversed, albeit, my hatred for these ‘Blue-Coats’ and their Black supporters surpasses my pain and sorrowful agony. I do long for the fragrance and joys of home… My dear sweet ‘Abbey,’ my darling wife and young’uns; my plantation and memories of France cut at my brain.

In France I was broke, poor, and penniless… Here in South Louisiana, I have become rich, powerful, and wholesome. I have more than a hundred acres of land manned by two-hundred and eighty-five of the best young and strong Black livestock in the territory. Four hundred head of cattle graze on my lands. The farmyard houses chickens, geese, ducks, pork, and several dozen head of living horse flesh along with a few dogs and cats. I am a very wealthy man indeed.

These invaders, these usurpers, these Black-defenders who have confiscated our properties…must all return to their northern domains and domiciles or die. We have made and taken great lengths and efforts to drive them out. They will not relinquish our belongings…they will lose theirs!

Cowards and subordinates have taken the places of my one time friends and neighbors. They have cravingly crept into running, hiding, and collaborating with the disciples of the leader of reform, abolition, and reverse slavery for white land owners and the young’uns. I sir, will not allow it, not at all. Someone ought to put a bullet in the head of that tall and long bearded charlatan in that ‘White-House’ Capital of theirs!

I will fight them to my last breath. I will spit on thee and kill thee upon sight of your blue coats. Bounties have been imposed on you white folks who hire, save, utilize, employ, and/or hide any Black run-away slaves or so-called Union Soldiers. I will kill them, and kill them until I can kill them no more. I will shoot their horses, cook their dogs and livestock…and hang anyone who interferes. Their buildings, houses, transportation, bridges, and trestles are game subjects for the targeting of my wrath and abhorrence for their tyranny! Resistance will not be futile.

Did I kiss my wife and daughters this morning? I, for the life of Me do not recall. I cannot remember!

The drifting tufts of the smoking hemp are most gratifying… I’d like a pipe-full. My pipe-full, did I leave it on the terrace table next to my comforting rocking-chair? I do believe that I have. I left it for my return to relaxation once the bridge is blown. That will stop the intrusion, the advancement of these ‘nigger-lovers’ from coming down here, through here.

The morning…its’ beginning was indeed ominous. It was strangely and mysteriously overcast with heavy thick clouds of gray and dulling-whiteness overhead. One bird made a noise that I could hear. The keys of the jail-house door clang and rattled. No breakfast did I receive; no water for washing or drinking was permitted either.

The voice-less ‘Blue-Bellies’ had come for me. It was a time to reflect my misgivings. Do I have any? I wonder. The coldness of the morn and the trembling of my fear, have caused me apprehension to begin the procession to the bridge. I did resist. I did struggle against them, my enemies. But it was all for naught. And then I complied with their directions. We marched from the jail-house toward the desolation of the ‘Owl Creek Bridge.’

A Posted Warning:

‘ORDER…ANY CIVILIAN CAUGHT INTERFERING WITH THE RAILROAD BRIDGES, TUNNELS, OR TRAINS WILL BE SUMMARILY HANGED!’

~This 12 of April 1862~

The posted sign warned all who would keep men as slaves while opposing a right and just law. But this stalwart southerner, tried to blow up ‘The Owl Creek Bridge’ anyway.

“Yes, something occurred at ‘The Owl Creek Bridge’ one morning during the war. It was a chilly, misty, and cloudy one at that.

I was a private when we hung em.” The officer continued on with his recollection. “He was defiant as hell, right up until the end, well, least ways when we put that ‘hemp-rope’ around his neck. We tied his legs and feet so’s they won’t kick and flail. He cried. We then stood his cowardly ass atop a nice new plank…and dropped him like a sack of ‘tatter’s’ in the drink. Lucky for him there was no ‘gators’ swimming about.”

The drum-roll sounded. A bugle blew the morning ‘reviles.’ An owl was heard hooting just as I heard the commander bark the order:

‘First squad, stand-fast! Forward hupp!’

Then, the sound of marching boots…including those which covered my feet. The owl began to sound like a child’s whistle, a flute, or maybe a turtle-dove.

The first Sergeant; with my eyes I did see him un-winding and unraveling the knotted hemp. This was being done in preparation for the perfect noose-fitting around my neck. It simply did fit just perfectly.

Wet from perspiration, my jet-black, long wavy hair did drip the sweat all over me. Blowing through was the wind, but not through the dead looking, leafless trees all around. They just stood there staring at me, laughing at me without an ounce of pity or sorrow; the dead looking, and lifeless gray things. They appeared to be burnt wistful embers of black, gray, and white sinews.

The snow fell from the sky a few days ago. I trembled. I heard my pocket-watch tick…

“Take his watch!” A voice ordered. It was taken away as I stood backward upon a fresh new plank of wood.

Was I dreaming this horrible thing? Abbey, Abbey, my dear darling ‘Abigail.’ Am I not home with you and the babies, my darling? Do I feel the warmth of our bed and the tender bliss of our happiness?

‘A living man, I want to be a living man…’ My dearest, I am with thee, I see thee – I do; I feel thee.

 

~ ‘A livin man, a livin man… I wants to be a livin man.

In all da world, he moves around, he walks around, he turns around…

I sees each tree, I reads each vein, I hears each worm upon each leaf…

The buzzing flies, the splashing fish, they moves around this livin man…

A livin man, a livin man – I want to be a ‘Living Man.’~

“At ten-hut!” shouted the commanding officer. I cried some more… Plunging down, down, and further down into the cold, cold drink, I was suddenly shocked. The cold icy-water pulled me straight to the bottom. My shiny new black knee-high boots filled with creek liquid. I was forced to part with them once I was free of my bonds. The fish gazed and gawked from in front of me and from behind every crevice. I hurriedly swam to the top for air. At the surface, there was plenty to be had.

I heard the birds singing and chirping. I saw the flowers and blooming blossoms on the trees. A beautiful spider was mending her web as a wondrous green frog leaped from one leaf to another… A shot splashed close to my left ear. I saw the soldiers up on the train’s bridge. They were training their weapons upon me…they are going to shoot me, to kill me!

They were steadily shouting at me as I quickly swam away. I swam very fast as though my life depended on it. I outswam their bullets. Under the water, the fish and a tortoise joined me in the trek. I surfaced for air and swam a bit further. A ‘Cottonmouth’ saw me and wiggled in my direction. Diving beneath him allowed an avoidance. They kept shooting at me with handguns, rifles, and cannons. The hemp was still about my neck. Somehow, it had broken from the fall off the bridge.

“He must be hanged! Sergeant, give the order to open fire!”

“Yes sir!”

“If it’s necessary, fire the cannon as well!”

“PRESENT YOUR ARMS! STAND FAST MEN! STEADY MEN, STEADY…AIM, FIRE! HE MUSTN’T ESCAPE! THERE HE IS…HE’S STILL MOVING. HE WON’T GET FAR. HE’S LIKE A RAT IN A TRAP… IN A TRAP, A TRAP, A TRAP! FIRE AT WILL!”

They continued firing and reloading. The bullets and shells hit all around me in the water. The more I swam, the lesser the fire-power. The white-water rapids were now upon me. They threw me this way and that way, hither and fro…they carried me closer and closer towards home.

The forest changed from cold dead limbs to lively and beautiful green leaves with healthy foliage upon the ground. I ran heavily through the fields and into the woods. I ran and ran for what seemed like endless hours. The gunshots and cannon-fire drowned and disappeared in the distance behind me. Then suddenly a familiar pathway opened up in front of me. It pointed, beckoned to me to come hither. The trees, the tallest redwoods or dogwoods that I’ve ever seen stood on either side of the roadway. Wagon traffic must have traversed these woodlands. The pathway was worn well. I ran and ran some more…I ran toward home.

It was familiar, yet it was not. The twenty foot tall wrought-iron double gates stood closed at the end of the pathway. They opened wide upon my approach and closed tightly behind me after I’d passed through. I kept on running, running towards home.

My shoeless feet bled as I began to walk. I’d fallen from running. I was tired but rejuvenated with my new found freedom. I began to skip through the pussy-willows. I then saw it. The multiple tall white columns that adorned the veranda was a welcomed sight indeed. My heart jumped and skipped with gladness. The porch, upon which my rocking-chair sat, the table whose top kept good my corn-cobb pipe filled to the brim with the best flavored hemp, accompanied by a bowl of my savory smoking tobacco. Next to it was my little brown jug.

The mansion’s multi-paned windows gleamed in the bright and warm sunlight. The immaculate and tasteful clothing that I wore were now tattered, dirty, and full of filth. They were shredded to mere rags. I did not care. I was home.

There she is, there she comes… My dear sweet and most beautiful Abbey. I could hear my children laughing and playing…she ran to me – for me…Abigail, my loving wife.

She saw me running toward her. I could not get there soon enough, fast enough. My rags flittered in the racing wind. What was left of my once magnificently embroidered vest simply hung from my shoulders. My pantaloons were mere shreds about my hips and thighs…I did not care. I was finally and completely home!

She reached for me and hugged me. She kissed and caressed me. She held me tightly. I felt her breast upon mine. I felt her warm and full lips upon mine. Her heartbeat was strong as she held me fast and firm. I was home – fully and completely home.

“This is strange dear Abbey…it’s eerily and suddenly quiet. Where are the ‘darkies?’” She quietly smiled. Her pearly white teeth and ruby red lips simply smiled at me. Her beautifully long thick black hair flowed with a sudden gust of wind as she kissed me once more.

“To bed my dear…I wish to bed thee now. It seems like it’s been so long since we’ve made beautiful love. The warmth of you and our bed will feel oh so very delightful, indeed.

Where are the children – where are all the animals?”

She hugged and kissed me some more…and simply smiled as we turned toward the house and the bedroom.

I was happy, oh so very happy and relieved.

I began to cough…it grew worse and would not stop. Abbey smiled and reached for me with open arms and a deliciously delightful kiss that I did not, could not receive. The pain in my neck…on how painful it was.

“My ears heard a pop and a snap while my eyes beheld the bridge full of soldiers above and the cold murky water flowing below… The steady swinging portrayed the cold gray sky and the wispy willows of the dead and lifeless land …all about.

My mind’s ear heard singing. It was the voice of a Black singing an old familiar song of the south. Was this sound also a dream?”

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‘A livin man, a livin man, I wants to be a livin man…

In all da world, he moves around, he walks around…

I sees each tree, I reads each vein, I hears each worm upon each leaf…

The buzzin flies, the splashin fish, they moves around this livin man…

a livin man, a livin man – I want to be a ‘Living man!’ ~

~

Peyton Farguhar was just plain stupid. He was not a soldier nor was he involved in the activities of the war. He was a civilian southern plantation owner with a family and the owner of slaves.

Peyton was a secessionist who wanted to be a soldier. He wanted to strike a blow for the sovereign states of the south.

Farguhar suckered himself into involvement by acting on an opportunity to fulfill his wish.

“I’ll blow up the damned bridge!” He was warned not to take action on his own by participants of the horrible conflict and that of his close friends. After his capture and sentencing, he dreamed of home and family like so many of the Black slaves once did, the people he despised, with his neck in a noose.

The bridge intended for destruction, stood over ‘Owl Creek,’ bearing the plank that bared the weight of the doomed believer of the confederacy. Peyton Farguhar wished that he’d remained at home.

‘The Bridge’

~Pg., 13-14, ’HALLOW,’ a journey into now and then~

‘Occurrence At Owl Creek Bridge’

Ambrose Bierce, ‘The Twilight Zone,’ Rod Serling

“A Living Man,” Henri Lanoe

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“My Vengeance Needs Blood”
~Marquis de Sade~

I did not convey all that should have been…needed to be told regarding the old gentleman’s organs beneath the floor. The brief allusion as to what transpired according to one author who reported me as being so stupid a “tattle-tale,” that I’d spilled my guts to the gendarmes.

Ha…what a laugh! The misguided scribe had very little to report, as did Mr. Poe, who mentioned something about a heart thumping underfoot in the old man’s house. The first writer, as mentioned quoted:

“A knock came upon the door… Two men, plainly dressed in tie and coat, accompanied by two in uniform appeared. My eye peered at them through the semi-opened door. I opened it just a crack, as I did not wish for them to hear the pounding beneath the floor.

The pounding noise would not stop. I had to find a way to make it stop. Don’t you understand? It had to stop. It began to pound loudly. It was too loud…very Loud! Do you not hear it? It’s driving me mad, mad I tell you! Through the crack in the floor, the orb peered out at me.

It was fixated upon me! It glared at me all the time. I could not look on it any longer… I had to make it go away. Even if I had to pluck it out of the head of the old man while he sat in the rocking chair. That is why I had to put him and that vultures’ eye under the floor. There wasn’t time enough to dispose of him and it properly. It wasn’t his fault that the evil eye stared at me. It would not be able to gaze on me if it was under the floor out of sight.”

Hah…that’s what the author put in his collection of stories and reports. He didn’t know the half of it. Allow me to complete his rendition before I trust you with further details.

“Readers can visualize the gruesomeness of the pale blue orb, described as a ‘vulture’s eye;’ the evil eye covered by a thin film like that of a fish. It was terribly nasty to look at. In a frenzied dismemberment of the old man’s body, I was preparing to dispose of it and the f…… heart that I kept hearing beat beneath the damnable boards of the floor. I was a vile individual who had every reason to believe that I could make and escape of paying the price for taking the life of an innocent soul.”

The truth is he was not as completely innocent as some would have you think…

I laugh to think I was brought here by my father along with the family from the cold dark and dank alleyways of ‘Edinburgh.’ To think my life so bad that we had to move away to another town filled to the gullet with more cold dark and dank alleyways. Some call the eerie traverse-ways as bastions of hell’s corridors. These causeways are the birth canals of the butchering ‘Ripper.’

My course throughout has lead me astray due to the raptures and starving readiness of servitude. A short stay in ‘Her Majesty’s Royal Navy did me no good either. After cutting a man’s throat from ear to ear, they tossed me in the bloody brig intent on making a date with the gallows’ hangman who was in competition with the axman.

My tale of woe and contempt began there, at home, and continued to escalate while I was sitting and stuffing my belly full of mutton, gruel, and a tawny red port. When that was done, a nice bottle of claret did suffice. The cognac was a bit tasty indeed. Down on my luck, I hadn’t two copper coins to rub together. I needed work. I needed a place to lay my head. I had to eat. When was it last that I’d eaten? Two days ago, maybe three… I can’t quite remember.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned. The mustached and bearded man smiled at me while pouring a glass of claret. He shoved the goblet under my nose. Its bountiful aroma was unbearable. I had to taste, to drink of it, to swallow it. I downed half of the goblet’s content. Through the stupor of my drunken gaze, I turned once again. I wanted to thank the smiling stranger. He accordingly nodded and poured once more.

“I do understand good sir, that you are in need of gainful employment and boarding am I correct?”

I dizzily nodded in agreement and emptied the chalice again. The alcohol laden beverage really had a firm grip on my vision… It played with it gaily and freely. The room did appear to be moving in a dizzying circle of brilliant lights, and dulling dark grey from the floor to the ceiling and back again. The smiling man was mouthing something. I couldn’t make it out. His eyes seemed to flash a reddish hue to one of brilliance and an awe of menace. He appeared cheerfully adept at gaining and commandeering one’s confidence. His smile began to cause me worry and threatened concern. Yes, even through the thick veil of a drunken stupor that has engulfed me. His smile seemed to change from one of comfort to that of a sinister and frightful sneer and gloat. Now, correct me if my recollections are incorrect…did I mention his smile? Oh yes, I did. He made a few gestures at two men sitting in the back of the pub…I think.

They gulped down their grog and responded to his beckoning. The candle and lantern lit room continued to dance and play verily with applauded merriment. I could almost swear I heard the inn keeper’s deep-throated spittle-juiced voice raising a fuss. I wasn’t really sure; I thought I heard him say to his barroom lackeys, “Get the bastard out – take him if you will – we have no need of a drunken penniless vagrant – get him the hell out!”

I don’t believe the smiling man was in cahoots with the innkeeper of whom he held an acquaintance. But he did not hesitate to succumb to the owner’s request.

Someone said that I went mad. They said that I went stark raving mad when they tried to lift and remove me. They said I screamed and screamed, “Don’t let the devil take me – don’t let him get me! Please save me…! Did I truly gaze upon the face of Lucifer?

They all gave assistance to the smiling man and his two friends. It was said that they carried me to the coach of black, pulled by four black stallions along the way. It bore, on the coach door, the markings of the rich old man’s family crest who resided up above on yonder hill.

No one remained in his employ for long…not longer than three or four months; a fortnight at the least. No female, single or no, would ever venture up there. They preferred to remain in the safety of here, down here under the auspices of the castle-like mansion up yonder, overlooking ‘Putney Hill,’ just outside of London Town.

I awoke on a cot in the back of a warm fire lit kitchen. My head did ache and was complimented with waves of nausea. I felt as though I were going mad.

There was a tall thin yet ghastly man named Cyrus. He was the old man’s man-servant. I couldn’t tell who was more the ancient between the two.

The rotund woman with a face of stone appeared. She attended to kitchen chores and food preparations. She never looked me square in the eye. When she saw that I had stirred and stumbled to the table, she placed in front of me, a bowl of hot gruel. It was hot and steamy but smelled to high heaven. The stench caused me to heave and turn from sight. The cook woman continued her chores of meal preparation. She busied herself by skinning and chopping into pieces, a rather large and slick slimy black skinned eel. She did this while the wiggling writhing thing remained alive.

I was then directed to a wash area just outside. It entertained a rather larger than normal bathtub. It wasn’t for me to use. It was used by frequent and privileged members of the household. That was when the house was filled with life and children. The estate employees rarely took baths if at all. The belief in body protection was the law of the land. It kept the vermin off and the germs out of the pores. The household help was mainly hired from the villages close and near the mansion some called a castle. It had a mote and bulwarks for defense and battle. This house was reported to have been full of activity and visitors constantly coming and going to and fro. Today, it is like that of a tomb.

The old man was all that was left of a great and bountiful family. Myth has it they were all killed off by poisonings and other feats of jealousy over the family fortune as opposed to its posterity.

Once finished with the forced washing from the wooden bucket in the barn near the horse stables, I was directed by the tall man servant as to what my duties would be. Most of the chores that where assigned was to be on the grounds area around barn, garden, and outside of the building. Several other duties were in and around the kitchen, basement, and occasionally hauling furnishings and supplies upstairs. In certain areas in the interior of the estate were not without the strictest supervision and or under direct orders. I was not to go anywhere in the house without the watchful eye of the tall man servant or the stone faced cook. I would soon violate that directive. Someone told me the old man kept his moneybox in his room; under his bed. It was said to be full of nothing but golden coins of immense value and worth. If that was so, it would not be long before I too, would be a rich man.

In my mind’s eye, I could see the smiling man smiling at me – that wry slick sinister grin of a smile.

I pondered over whether I needed a partner or not. Did I truly need assistance in removing the servants from the house? The brew I was drinking ran low and warm. I summoned for another. My current wages of more than two months now, have allowed the purchase of a few luxuries. I haven’t had the privilege of having the ability to afford such things. I wasn’t able to do this since my last sailing vessel. My God, it seemed like ages ago.

The fat cook and the damned tall butler had to go. That’s final. The problem was how to get rid of them.

Today, I was to clean the stables. It’s usually done on Saturday morning, but since there was to be a wake on Sunday afternoon into the late evening, some chores were postponed while others simply cast off. The master would not be alone until Sunday afternoon into Monday early morning.

My plan was now laid before me. Sunday afternoon into early morning was my free and personal time. The only other free time was after dinner through the week for two or three hours. Even then, I could be located by the staff should I be needed for anything the master might require of me. On occasion, I’ve had to hitch the team of horses to the wagon or buggy and fetch the doctor who resides about 20 kilometers to the north.

On a bright crisp and chipper Sunday morning, birds and squirrels made adequate noises that aroused and soothed the senses. The trees were riffled thoroughly by the strong brisk wind. The boughs reached for the bright yellow sun that teased the tulips and bade them to open lovingly to the warmth. And I, oh yes, I listened intently to the preacher’s sermon. I had to stick very close to the master this morning. No one noticed that the butler or the maid were not in attendance, save one.

The wake of the old man’s cousin, a last remaining blood relative that was to be buried after this morning’s church service, went off without a hitch.

I aided the tall manservant in bringing food and refreshments to the guests. The cook-maid-housekeeper also utilized my services for the betterment and saving of expenses. Having me double-up on my duties and foregoing my free time after dinner in order to serve them. How dare they assume such a position as to make me their servant. Dog am I? I’ll fix them… They shall soon see who the servant is and who the master is. Oh yes, they shall soon see…

The last dinner guest stumbled out of the door a little past one on Sunday morning. I had nodded off in the driver’s seat of the cold and wet carriage. The coal black stallions waited impatiently for nearly an hour. They stamped and pranced, snorted, and grunted in the watery darkness. They desired to complete their mission, their assignment to deliver and or retrieve the passenger and return to the warm hey matted stalls of the barn. They, like I, desired sleep. But, they and I still had work to do.

It was just past three when I arrived back at the mansion. The team of stallions were happily bedded down for the remainder of the night. It was about four a.m. when I started for the inside of the house. I’d decided to call off the plan for now. I was too tired and sleepy. Besides, I still hadn’t decided if I needed help or not. After all, the tall manservant was indeed a formidable foe. The rotund cook woman was not to be trifled with either. With her brooms, sticks, pots, and cutlery…she could easily stretch a man upon yon table in preparation for dissection. On there, she would be able to skin him and chop him like that of the massive live eel that perished not so long ago.

Upon placing my boot soles upon the mud scrapper, the door of the back kitchen violently flew open inwardly. The tall man was standing there snarling at me.

“Where in the f… have ye been, Monkey-boy? Aye, ye must’ve been sloshing at the pub, getting drunk and shirking your duties, I’d say!” The spit form his verbiage splattered about my face and chest. The ponderage of contempt that I was entertaining toward him suddenly leaped into a full blown rage. I struck him with my right fist and then with my left. I hit him once more with my left for good measure. Before he could bring himself from the floor, I’d already stuck him in the ‘Adams’ Apple’ with my ‘Jim Bowie Knife.’ He bled like a butchered stuck pig. He made not a sound. He made not a sound because he could not. He made an attempt to scream to no avail. The shocked and bewildered look on his dead face lost all semblances of color and life. His eyes were frozen and stuck wide open. I left him that way.

The fat lady screamed and cried in fright. I really did expect her to put up a fight. I mean, her constant boasting and order barking was enough to make a grown man sit up and take notice. However, she did not fight or retaliate. She simply turned to run. She screamed and cried in fright, turned and ran. Her round plump figure did not waddle as she usually did when traversing room to room. She quickly and smoothly floated over the floor as if on wheels or that of a cloud. It did her no good though.

My aim was good and true as my throw. My blood laden blade stuck firmly in her back. The plopping noise made by her plop to the floor was loud and thunderous. She was trapped between the stove and cutting counter. She kicked and screamed in an attempt to get up. Her efforts availed her not. Her struggle was fruitless.

She bled practically all over the place. The bleeding was even more intense when I removed my ‘Bowie Knife’ from her severed spine. The kicking and moving ceased. Stepping around to face her, I squatted down on the floor to get a real good look. Her eyes were moving. She was looking for me, at me. The inquiring look of why was communicated through tear filled eyes.

I decided to explain things to her. After all, I feel that I owe her that much, especially after all that barking, shouting, and ordering me about.

“Well ya see, Ms. Lizzie, you all thought you was better than me. Ya thought you all had it made… But you didn’t! Now who’s the one doing the bowing and scraping? Who’s the one pleading and begging for help? It’s you bitch!

Now that the f…… slimy and smelly old man is going to pay me big time and neither of you can stop me. All them times ya’ll sent me up there to that stinking room to fetch his piss and shit…hell, it was bad enough that I had to eat, sleep, and take a shit with the animals in the barn. And you made me wash his stinking ass when I couldn’t wash mine! He got to use that great big tub full of hot water while giving me a bucket of cold. Now just how do you think that made me feel? A do give ya’ll credit for looking after me when I first got here. I really did appreciate it. You should have kept up with being nice to me. I would have cut you both in on the take, but all ya’ll wanted to do was serve and protect that bastard old man. Well now I’ll get it all while you and the tall man eat shit. I’ve been meaning to tell you about that wretched dog’s eyes! I hated to look at the damned things – they are the ugliest and most horrible eyeballs I had ever seen, the one on the left in particular. But now, I don’t have to look at them slimy orbs any longer. I’m going to pluck the f…… things out! First, that large pale blue film covered vultures’ eye with the snot-like slime all around it. Then there is that other grey looking droopy laden thing on the other side of his hideously bumped and pickled face. I’m going to remove those things so that they see no more. Then I’ll recover my fortune and depart this accursed wicked place.

Now, to put you out of your misery… Your spinal cord is severed. Therefore, you are probably not feeling any pain, yes?”

What a shame…that pleading look in the cook’s eyes changed from one of tearful inquisition to that of full blown dread…of terror and horror. I felt exhilaratingly exuberant excitement with the thought of them finding her butchered corpse on the cutting table and severed head in the kitchen sink.

The smiling man was leaning against a large maple tree when they arrived at the church this morning. He smiled at the old man and winked and pointed a gnarled and rotted finger at me. We continued on into the building.

The butler’s body was taken out and dumped in the hay-baling machine… It was easily chewed and spit out into a reddened bale of hey at the end of the thumping and crunching cycle. They came out in a group of four bales before the reddening ceased coloring the golden colored hay. I stacked them in a nice neat stack beneath the correctly colored ones. They could not be seen without moving the stack. In time, the worms and night crawling vermin will devour the blood stained bails. If not, the horses will.

I made up my mind to clean up when I returned from the old man’s room. I’ve decided what I needed to do with the old man before I’d pack to leave. First, I must find the money box.

Oh, how awful the smell is. The air within the old man’s bed chamber is putrid. How in hell does he breathe in here? I choke and gag every time I’ve had to come in here. Thankfully, the scarce times have been few. The room, the very air itself has the aroma of death and disease. The horrible menace of ‘Prince Prospero and the Red and Black Death which weighed in across the land, destroyed more lives than protect. Bodies amassed throughout one nearby kingdom. It, ‘The Red Death,’ appeared at one of the Princes’ guest parties where the participants dressed as animals and crawled about the floor. They apparently had run amok and truly believed they were the things they portrayed. The orgies were of and with one another as well as the real animals that were brought into play. The feast was all the rage. The Prince had his bowman kill the husband of one of the women he had bedded at an earlier party held within the castle. The bowman shot an arrow into the man from up high on the castle bulwark. The report of killings and mass mutilations spread quickly throughout the kingdom.

I paid particular attention to the vicar’s sermon this morning. He spoke of God’s vengeance upon murderers.

“Behold, there shall be retribution!” He shouted from the pulpit. Then his voice took on a gentle and soothing tone after the thunder. I do believe he was speaking directly to me. The thunder rose again…

“Thou Shalt Not Kill!” Once again, I got that ice-cold chill. I tried in vain not to look up at the preaching holy man. He was looking directly at me. I, in the midst of a battalion of Sunday worshippers, could not help but believe the message within the sermon was directly pointing at me!

“Satan robbed the human race blind when he tempted Adam and Eve in Eden.” Jesus described Satan as a thief whose purpose is “to steal and kill and destroy.”
(John 10:10)

The preacher continued. “Satan is doing this thing, robbing God’s people of the gifts he wants us to have, including our joy, peace, and purpose. Are you ever stumped about what to do or where to go next?” The speaker on the pulpit scanned the room after that question. His eyes bounced to and fro, and then came to rest upon me. I cast my gaze downward.

The vicar continued on with his sermon.

“That confusion is the result of Satan’s work. Before their fall, the only wrong choice, scripture tells us, that Adam and Eve could make was to eat the forbidden fruit. Every other option they had was a good one. But after they sinned, they had all kinds of good and bad choices to make.

The devil is also stealing our financial blessings by tying us up in debt that’s often the result of a greedy desire for more. We get those letters congratulating us on our outstanding credit and offering us another shiny coin that will give us the buying power and financial independence we so richly deserve. But the back end or that deal is financial bondage that could take us years to get out of.

Even more tragically than all of this, the devil is stealing our marriages and our families. We’re told that divorce among Christians has caught up with adultery and lasciviousness. That will never do in a Christian Kingdom of God.

The devil never tells you the deal up front. If a thief with a knife and mask knocked on your front door and asked to come in, what would you do? You’d slam the door and lock it! But thieves don’t do that. They’re deceptive, sneaking into the house when no one is looking. Since Satan is a master deceiver, we need to be on the alert for his approach!”

I felt the messenger’s eyes, once again upon me.

Monday morning came rapidly. It took all night to dispose of the bodies. The barn would have to be set ablaze due to the gore which spilled over the side of the large wash tub. The grass and hay bales failed to mask the spillage.

Hot boiling water and raw soap successfully removed the mess of the cook from the kitchen and pantry. Some stains remained on the upstairs floorboards of the master bedroom. There was also other various spotting underfoot. A nice fresh coat of paint and varnish should take care of that. What to do with the smell? It’s so rank and putrid, maybe lime powder and sulfur would explain the foul odor.

The old man’s body was not as difficult to dispose of as compared to the others… He was small, frail, and puny. They were not. Their parts had to be made smaller. The dispersal was a multi-tasked effort. The tall man was pretty damned heavy for a long and lanky fellow. After removing his limbs and burying those in scattered places for the worms and nocturnal creatures’ dinner treat. I thought of dropping the torso down the abandoned well located about 500 yards from the back of the castle’s kitchen. The new water pump pumped fresh well water right into the kitchen cook area. The hay-baling machine made a nice and neat package for the delivery. The buried parts would take too long to dissolve. I dug those up and added them to the menu of the manual hay-baler as well. This gadget worked wonders on many a farm that could afford to pay to have one built. The skilled farm servants constructed a way to make bales of hay and stalked wheat and barley by way of a compression grinder. It chopped, ground, and packed the coarse produce into square clumps that could be bond with ties, keeping them intact and easy to mobilize and feed to the animals. Only the rich lords of the realm cold afford to have them on their fields and farmlands. The contraption was a mass of turning and churning razor sharp long curved blades on a series of pulleys and wheels. These wheels were turned from the outside handle by the farmhand operating it. It proved to cut and chop a number of things that were recycled and or disposed of right back into the soil.

The cook was prepared in the manner of a fine dining affair. Her parts were carved up like one would carve a slaughtered cow. It was done in such a manner to drive one into believing he had before him a dissection chart like those displayed in butcher shops across the land.

The master of the house was fast asleep. The dark empty night provided ample cover and time to do the dastardly deed. He would prove to be the easiest of the three.

He pulled and yanked upon the bell chord, over and over again. I watched to see what he was doing through the crack of the butlers’ room door and its’ molding. It was to no avail, for he would from now on receive no response from any or either persons, save one…mine!

Flinging open the door between the tall man’s room and that of the master of the house, I stepped in to answer his call.

“You rang sir?” I responded with evil intent and a wicked smile of enthusiasm.

“Where is Cyrus?” he demanded. “As a matter of fact, I haven’t seen him all day –not since last night.” His voice was of an annoying high pitched variety. It squealed in raspy high tones splashing in gurgle. The spray of spittle saturated as he spat forth words of difficult understanding.

He never said a word while we sat through the Sunday sermon. I didn’t have to look upon the wretched fool’s eye through the day. He wore spectacles with darkened lenses. They were of the type that kept out the majority of the light with designed smaller lenses that shaded from the side of the eye. They appeared to be wrapped around the face of the wearer. I’d seen only one pair Manufactured of this type, designed to keep out the light on one other person. I had the misfortune to attend another funeral. It was the ‘Lady Ligeia.’ My crew and I were working the grounds after the fox hunt and the funeral as well. Verdon wore spectacles such as those previously described. They would be a perfect pair of glasses for a blind person who wishes to hide their eyes from curious and prying people.

It was I who brought him his morning gruel, toast, milk, and tea. I also made ready his morning bath. I dressed him and made him ready for church services. It was I who carried him down and out to the ready and waiting carriage.

Upon our return, nary a word was spoken between us, save, “Yes M’ Lord and this way or that M’ Lord, and watch your step M’ Lord.”

All this I did without once having to gaze upon that evil, slimy, and horrible vultures’ eye. As successful as the day’s endeavors, it should, I expect, will end in a finality of fruitfulness. Just as easily as I’ve managed this day, I will end it with the night.

The freshly sharpened knives were at the ready upon my arrival from the pub. Two pints of grog along with an ample amount of rye was all that I needed to re-induce my lust for blood and booty.

Many a time was I warned about mu loose lips and rum indulgences while aboard ship. Many a time did I find myself in the brig or the alley after consumption of spirits and wine. This time was not unlike before when I was shown the street by way of the door. I do not recall speaking of murder and bloodlust, or bounty while sitting with those whom I thought to be friends…kinsmen. Two suited gentlemen sat in a darkened corner of the room. They rarely took away their gazing upon me throughout my rather gay and boisterous visit. I do not believe that I was drunk when my forced departure became relevant.

The muddy sloshy walk home was, it seemed, a bit difficult. But my direction was clear and I had a job to do, just one more job to do.

The room was dark except for the candle light emerging from behind me. The light from the butler’s room caused me to appear like that of a spectre in the night, a death dealer, a necromancer of evil intent.

At first, I decided to look for the moneybox. Crawling and scrambling about the floor, I could not find it. I searched under the bed and through the drawers and closets…nowhere was there a clue to be found.

Forgetting the noise made in my frantic panicky hunt, the master was awakened. I was positive that he would sleep through the ordeal. I was wrong. He was wide awake and clearly lucid.

“What the devil are you doing in here, boy?” he shouted in that nasty sounding tone. “Get your ass the hell out of here demon – you are a thief in the night – get out you thieving peasant!” His voice made me angry and anxious as he screamed for the tall man and the cook.

“Listen to me you bloody old bastard,” said I. “You’ll tell me where you keep your gold, silver, and money – the moneybox before I cut out your foul heart!” I meant every single word. And he knew it too.

The old man continued screeching as he jumped up and out of the bed. He scratched some match sticks on the box and lit the lantern before I could stop him. Instantly the room was flooded with light. He had time enough to lite two more candles. And then it happened just before I sliced off his head.

The interviewers started to argue amongst themselves. One waved a wrinkled and drying hand, gesturing me to stop talking. He was the assigned legal defender who encouraged me to stop talking. I did not…

It is true that I am nervous, dreadfully very nervous. Is it possible that I had been mad? Maybe I had been and am; but why would you, will you say that I am mad? The disease of alcoholism had sharpened my senses. It did not dull them. My sense of hearing was acute. At that moment, I heard all things in heaven, the Earth, and hell. So why would you say then, that I am or was mad? Am I not conveying to you my portion of the events in a calm and healthy manner?

My attorney sat down and the arguments of the colleagues did cease. They all sat quietly in ponderance and observance.

It is nearly impossible to say how I first decided to accept the idea of robbery. My friend at the pub merely mentioned that he would have liked to have the old man’s riches. I was of a different contemplation… The idea of becoming rich haunted me day and night. There was no real existence of pain or passion, simply irresistible and exhausting desire.

I had had enough of his screeching and bellowing. I asked – demanded once more for him to tell me where the fortune was hidden. He continued to defiantly disrespect and disregard my orders, my demands when that monstrous film laden eye fell upon me. The lantern and candle lit room intensified its’ hideous stare. It was the eye…the pale blue eye with a nasty snot-like slimy film over it – a vulture’s eye.

Now if you think this was the point of my madness, you could very well be correct. It was this evil eye that made my blood run cold. It completely sobered me. You should have seen me. It was then and there that I wisely proceeded with caution, foresight, and dissimulation that I went to work.

The vulture eye never once removed its starring gaze from my eyes. It held me frightfully fast. I could not move. I hesitated. In that moment of hesitation, there was a chilling calm just prior to my raising the butcher’s blade. The eye left me for an instant that may well have been a minute. It looked down. It looked down at my foot. I was standing on a very expensive Persian rug. The floor boards beneath it creaked.

“Ah, you have spilled the beans Old Man.”

Just as soon as that statement escaped my lips, the damned evil eye was upon me again. It fell upon me in such a manner, that I have not seen before. It caused me to hesitate, I nearly refrained my actions of intent all together.

The old man’s mouth parted in an attempt to speak. Off went his head before he could accomplish the act. The vulture’s eye never closed as his head bounced upon the floor and carpet.

The bleeding seemed to never end. It bled from the neck as well as from the head. The gory mess spurted more forcefully from the body. His hour had come.

I then smiled gaily. The deed is finally done. The problem would be in cleaning up this mess. The gore seemed endless as it was splashed, leaked, and dripped from everywhere in the room. It remained deathly quiet for what seemed a very long time. Although I could hear something…I wasn’t sure what it was or where it was coming from.

I knew that no one was here and the nearest house was half quarter mile away. Should you continue to think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the carefully wise and patient manner in my plan to conceal the body. But before I do anything else, I must recover the moneybox before it is soaked in blood. I still have several more hours of darkness before the morning Sun.

The heavy floor rug was moved away without effort. I threw it over the old man’s headless body. The head sat upright, looking at me through the film covered vulture’s eye while the other bloodshot one looked away. There seemed, I thought, to be a kind of thumping sound not unlike the one heard earlier, although faint.

The night began to wane. I removed the three creaking planks in the floor. Truly, the fortune was underfoot all the while pleading and demanding the old man’s untold secret.

Inside the brass box was two small burlap pouches of gold coins, bank bonds, and some other legal documents of no concern to me. I could not return the bloodied rug over the replaced flooring planks because it was soaked in the old man’s blood. The boards were replaced with accurate precision. No human eye, not even mine could have detected any difference than the rest, except for spilled and spotted blood upon them.

I had to replace the blood-spoiled rug with that of another from another room. It fit perfectly. Wise was I to think ahead to place absorbent free canvases and water repellent linings under the old man’s bed without his notice or knowledge. This operation took place while he was asleep sitting upon the privy on Saturday night.

Upon completion of cleaning the walls and floors of the bed chamber, I preceded to remove the body to the large tub in back of the house. The thumping by this time had increased ten-fold. Someone would hear this upon arrival. It must be stopped. Where is it coming from?

I searched all over the mansion to no avail. The thumping was by this time, nerve shattering. Returning to the tub, I was preparing to carve up the frail body and place them, the body parts, in the hay bailer. But there was a problem. The body was gone. The old man’s head and body, were not in the tub where I left them. The blood was still there – no body or head!

The horrible thumping continued. Along with the thumping came the chilling sound of the old man’s voice in a mocking spirit-like laughter.

The old man was sitting in his bed when I arrived back to his room. He was laughing at me. The slimy blue evil vulture’s eye was upon me…more intense than before. The room was brilliantly lit. I do not know til this day, from where it came. The thumping and the laughter and the gawking evil eye where just too much to take at one time…

I threw myself upon the old man. Ripping, pulling, and punching on him, I sliced off his head again. I did it with my ‘Bowie Knife’ this time. The other blades were washed, cleaned, and stored. They would be found in their original place in the kitchen after the fire burns down the property.

The head came right off. It was easy. It kept laughing while the eye kept gawking at me. I threw the head with that nasty eye, into the fireplace of the old man’s room. That’s when I discovered the source of the thumping. It was his bloody heart!

After all had been done, the packing of my things, the removal of any evidence indicating I’d been there, were removed. It was twilight. On one side of the house the Sun was rising. On the other side it was still as twelve o’clock midnight. The damned thumping heart was in my hands when a knock came upon the main door of the mansion. It was a loud demanding and pounding knock. I froze with fright. Who was there? What was I to do with these remaining body parts? I turned to see the headless body. It was gone…again! It disappeared. I must have been dreaming. I think I was not! The thumping heart remained in my hands, dripping and oozing fresh crimson blood. The bell on the outside of the main door rang with insistence. It rang in the same demanding manner as the knock upon the door. I jumped from the freshly made old man’s bed and threw back the replacement rug, exposing the three planks in the floor. In it, the hiding place, I dropped the old man’s loudly and violently thumping heart.

The beating did not stop. The pounding upon the door grew louder and more demanding. I did believe that I heard voices shouting and ordering the opening of the door, forthwith!

It seemed like hours had passed while I stood still, very still. I remembered the slight planning of this horrible deed. I should have taken more time at that stage.

In my mind’s ear, I heard a groan, a slight groan. Along with the groan came ice cold dread and mortal terror. How would I pay for this crime…this sin? I heard another groan, a slight groan. It was not the groan of pain, suffering, or grief; no it was not. It was the low pitched, though rising, sound that comes from the bottom of the soul and supercharged with awe. I was momentarily distracted with these memories of the event. That sound has taken me away at many a midnight dream. When the whole world was sleeping, I did not.

Welled up in my bosom, the weight of deepened dreadful echoes of terror kept me awake. The drink…the drink of the spirits, brewery, or the fluid yield of the vine was all that was needed to quell the storm that keeps me from sleep.

I knew how the old man felt. I did observe him closely at the church this morning. I had the strangest feeling that he knew what I was thinking, what I was planning. I think he knew it well. I didn’t know whether to pity him or not.

That murdering night, he looked at me. Sitting in his bed, he looked at me with that accursed eye. And the thump, thump, thump, and bumpity heart pounded in my head til it hurt. He laughed. He is laughing at me still; that hideous satanic laugh. He had indeed attempted to comfort himself with several suppositions.

“It was just a mouse scampering across the floor, it was just the wind blowing the chimes, or that of a timid cricket, chirping his nightly music.”

In vain they all had been, because death approached him quickly. He had seen the black shadow before me, somehow. Was time standing still? I could not take from my sight the hideously distinctive dull blue veil over that evil vulture’s eye. It sent ripples and currents of chills through the very marrow of my bones.

I could remove from my hearing the awful thumping, thumping, and bumpity thump of that dreadful heart; the heart of which I was standing over. It bumped and thumped underfoot, beneath the planks. I didn’t have time to wrap it. I didn’t have time to wash my hands. Upon opening mu eyes, I did expect to see the headless body of the old man upon the bed. I did not see him. I did not see the blood on my hands as they reached for the lock on the front door. Was I blind? Was I imagining all this? Yes, it had to be a drunken dream. Am I, have I gone completely mad?

The pounding suddenly and abruptly stopped. It was completely silent. It seemed, in a distance, I could hear voices. The voices sounded as if one were standing in a tunnel or a vast train station with the echoing of hundreds of thousands of voices speaking all at once. Then it came. It came up from the voices. It began to separate, to single out from amongst them. The laughter grew closer and louder. It was familiar to me, to my dreams. I was afraid, very afraid.

I felt as if I were standing on a cloud. I suddenly felt light-weighted, very light-weighted. The laughter grew to a thundering pitch. It was very close to me. It was all around me. The distant voices weren’t distant any longer. They too, were all around me, but where? The face that I had seen more than several times was stating me in the face. It began to smile, and it began to laugh. Yes, that was it…the repulsively vile and evil laugh of the smiling man!

He stood fully in front of me, taller than I. He waved one arm and produced the thumping heart. It was larger than recollection. In the other hand, he held the head of the old man. It also laughed. It laughed with its eyes closed. I closed mine and found that I could not. I saw it. I saw the old man open his ugly eyes! Of the two horrible orbs was that dull blue and hideously veiled evil eye of a vulture that chilled the very marrow of my bones, again and again. The smiling man looked down, right underfoot, the floor did open. It opened into a massive fiery pit of yellowish red and black glowing beings that appeared to be human forms – human beings. They were clambering and clawing at one another in fits of agony and painful gyrations of obtaining freedom. It was all vividly seen, right underfoot. The laughter, the crying, the pounding thumps, and the brilliant light did take away, drive me insanely out of my senses…completely out of my mind.

Three men entered when the street door opened. They introduced themselves authoritatively as policemen. One of them spoke and said, “Someone, a neighbor heard a shriek in the night. They were aroused by suspicions of foul play. They did telephone the station while another arrived in person. Several patrons at the pub also reported the possibility of misdeeds at these premises prompting us to investigate.”

This statement was reported after I’d asked the reason for their visit.

“The shriek was mine officers.” I replied. “I was having a series of bad dreams during the night.”

Allowing their inquisitions by welcoming them, I mentioned the old man was not at home.

“Alone in the house are ye?” The officer asked.

“Yes, the master of the house is residing at the summer residence in the countryside.” I smiled and conducted a tour of the house and grounds while leading them all about, I did my very best to lead them away from the master’s bed chamber. Once there, they scrutinized everything. They examined his valuables and moneybox. Everything was complete. I had not the time to complete my packing of the gold, silver and bonds in my packed belongings. They inquired about my packed bags. I told them that I was to join the master and the other household servants at the summer residence tomorrow.

Their interrogation appeared to be nearing its end while seated in the old man’s room. My chair, in my arrogance, was posted directly above the damned hellish heart. I smiled fervently and often. My manner, it seemed, was convincing. I answered cheerily while they rifled question after question. Familiar pieces of conversation were chatted between them. My head began to grow heavy. The pounding, though faintly low, began to thump. Laughter in the distance was eerily threatening. I looked eagerly into their eyes and faces and wondered if they could hear what I was hearing. I wished they would leave, leave now.

They continued to sit and chat. I joined in freely in an attempt to get rid of the ache of dread. I wished they would leave.

The distinctive noise of laughter and the pounding beat of that hideous heart underfoot, would simply give me away. My dulled and frightened senses could no longer distinguish the real or unreal. Where there was once a bloody headless corpse, a vulture eye laden head, and blood splattered room with the gaping hole, was the gate of hell…right there underfoot.

I was still sitting and chatting with the three interrogating policemen. How is this possible? How could this be?

I spoke more fluently and with a brightened voice. I boasted as if in a drunken state. The noise continued to grow. They heard it not. The chatted as if I was not there. I spoke louder in an attempt to overspeak the laughter of the smiling man and the pounding heart. The floor boards began to move beneath my feet. I stomped on the boards to keep them still. I smiled, almost to a fiendish grin. They talked, the laughing as loud, and the heart pounded like a drum.

They looked at me while continuing the conversation. They looked at me with an accusing stare. No, they weren’t there. Oh, but I was there. No, I wasn’t there…it wasn’t me!

They saw him…they saw the smiling man holding the head of the old man in one hand and the beating heart in the other. At his feet, right underfoot laid the headless body of the old man, and the other two corpses in their various forms of murdered remains, right underfoot. Could they not see this? It was plain enough to see… The horrible hole of hell lay right underfoot!

I remember someone saying, “If thy eye offends thee, pluck it out.”

The oily film covered vultures eye offended me and I plucked it out from the head of the old man. I did this thing right in front of the policemen…I think. I think that I was glad. I showed them the horrible film covered eye…I showed them how awful it is.

My blood ran cold. I was no longer in the old man’s room. The police were nowhere to be found. Where were they? I could not see them. I could not hear them talking.

I remember, I think, my bloody wrists in shackles. My hands and clothing were covered in red gore. My boots were covered in mud from my trek across the rain soaked back grounds of the mansion to the waiting prison wagon. I do recall many forms of investigators marching through the kitchen, barn, and stable of the old man’s property. Many different things…cutlery, and gadgets were being removed as well. They were committing a thorough search and seizure.

A tiny slither of moonlight slices the darkness through a crack in the cold slimy wall. My bed of rags and dried muddy straw lay just underfoot. Adjacent to the crack is a port sized glassless concrete window, sealed in by three iron bars that prevented escape through this particular conduit. The view from the window atop the bulwark of the prison citadel was to the left and to the right.

On the left was the silhouette of the guillotine, on the right was the view of the gallows, and above them only sky.

Justine Tisdale pondered a thought:

~”Man, Behold Thy Story – The Conqueror Worm”~

(E. A. P.)

The Devil is a real person…a real person indeed.

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“The Tell Tale Heart,” Inspired by Author, Edgar Allan Poe, and “Tattletale” by Gregory V. Boulware
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“The conqueror Worm,” Edgar Allan Poe

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“Osiris was beautiful of face, but with a Dull and BLACK complexion”

“Two Nations are in thy womb and two manners of people shall be separated from thy bowels; and the one people shall be stronger than the other people; and the Elder shall serve the Younger.”

The Golden Rule:
“Strong Family Loyalty, Ancestor Worship, Respect of Elders by Their Children and of Husbands by their Wives… Family is the basis for Ideal Government.
“Do not do to others what you do not want done to yourself.”
~Confucius~

“If the core of the Hebrew Culture has always been religion, then is it truthful to say that through religion, it has most strongly influenced the Western World.”

Talking heads continue talking and protagonizing the word of the few in power and struggling to keep it so. They either have no clue or belief in prophecy as prescribed by the Most High who has taken effort to re-deliver his message via heralds of many stations; Elijah the precursor of the Messiah.

“Many Christians are stuck in spiritual quicksand. The harder they struggle to progress in their walk with (Yahshua, Jehovah, Christ) Jesus, the faster and deeper they sink. Becoming frustrated by the inability of their increased efforts to produce the joy, peace, power, and victory they have heard so much about, many believers have simply given up the struggle and have allowed themselves to sink in the quicksand of spiritual defeat, accepting it as their lot in life. These well-meaning saints go to church faithfully and attend every Christian conference they can find. They read Christian books, listen to Christian radio, and watch Christian television. They dedicate and rededicate their lives to the Lord until they are tired of walking the aisle, crying and begging God for help. Some have fasted and prayed and even sought Christian counseling to deal with their frustrations, yet there seems to be little payoff for their efforts.”

“Some of the saints are stuck in sins and circumstances they know they should be delivered from, but while they whole-heartedly desire deliverance, it continues to elude them.”
~Tony Evans~

“Why are churches, pastors, evangelists, members, saints and friends spending so much time trying to preach the gospel and win souls to Christ?”

“The United Kingdom in the Pan Am Flight 103 bombing trial” – Mandela

Eliza Earsman’s message in her book, “Days of Elijah,” accounts the true-to-life exposure of pure evil. It’s attempts to dominate our daily lives, our very existence. The standing members (a little known secret society that has had members involved in most major events in world history for the last two hundred years) of the demonic, cultish like, power yielding brokers portrayed, are in fact, at this very moment, indulging in the colloquious masonic cause of their “New World Order!” The practice of “Divide and Conquer” is an essential tool in this quest for the mental chaining and continued enslavement of the world economy and constant devilish manipulation of human kind.

“Let the workers do as they will…let those in the depths use force and do wrong, so that we can be justified in using force against them…behold a New World Order!”

Despite failed attempts to silence this author, details emerge of the spiritual contentions and intentions of Britain’s Mountbatten-Windsor Royal family, their inner circles, and other horrifying realities behind the Scottish Ritual Freemasons. Their World War III agenda is exposed. This evidence will move, shock, and sadden readers as a story of loss, faith, love, action, and grief unfolds.

“Being my Brothers’ and Sisters’ keeper, treating others as they would treat Me – It’s not too late to Stop the War!”
~Barack Obama~

“This True Story, as written by Eliza, takes the reader on an amazing journey that involves the Mountbatten-Windsor family, relatives of Sir Winston Churchill, builders of the United States White House, and much more. Now, after years of hardship, running from “those in power,” and finally touched by God, the author Eliza Earsman has had the courage to step forward and share her story with us. What is so interesting about this story over those of others is its sheer unbelievableness. Yet all the facts are clearly presented.

In today’s world of globalization, concealing how the powerful families continue to control much of the world’s financial, economic, and political resources is becoming harder and harder. Yet, at the same time there has been little in terms of facts and hard evidence to clearly demonstrate this. In Days of Elijah: A True Story a few of those facts have been put forth. Like all good stories – and empirically based history.”

“I can say that after reading this book my eyes are open a lot wider, I’m asking questions a lot more, and I’m examining the patterns between power, politics, and religion a lot closer.”
~Peter N. Jones~

“…thou shalt break his yoke from off the neck!”

The book, ‘Spirit of The Soul and The Death of Morals,’ authored by yours truly, espouses and concurs with descriptions concerning the ills of world society as does book titles, ‘Days of Elijah’ and ‘The Choice: The Issue of Black Survival in America.’

“A Presidential Commission found that relatively few white Americans would protest massive repression of Blacks. Presidential advisors have urged the internment of Black (Hebrew) youth on the pretext of rehabilitation. Sterilization and birth control programs are aimed against Blacks while masquerading under the name of hunger relief. In a December speech, President Richard Nixon dashed the hopes of many by not proposing any specific measures for immediate relief of hunger. His primary concern obviously was toward reducing the number of the hungry – not hunger itself – for it was on how to reduce the hungry that he had specific recommendations and specific action. The most emphatic of his three recommendations to the 4,000 conferees at Washington’s Sheraton-Park Hotel, urged that congress support his birth control proposals to congress.”
~Samuel F. Yette~

“There is no avoiding war; it can only be postponed to the advantage of the enemy”
~Niccolo Machiaveni, 1502~

In America, just as the governor of Pennsylvania, Tom Corbett has done, state governments have reduced if not completely eliminated the ‘Food Stamp Program’ to the poor and needy. This particular ruler has publicly stated that he would not release educational dollars earmarked for public schools in the state’s two largest cities. Primarily, The Philadelphia School District… The plan was without question a viable way to eliminate and eradicate an entire group of dependents at the beginning level…the children. Satan is constantly whispering in the ear of government. It is the easiest and fastest way to destroy mankind enmass.

“If you lead correctly, orders are unnecessary and useless.”
~Confucius~

“Behold, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the great and terrible day of the Lord comes. And he will turn the hearts of fathers to their children and the hearts of children to their fathers, lest I come and smite the land with a curse.”
— Malachi 4:5–6

According to the Bible, Elijah lived a mysterious life. The Aggadah naturally did not fail to supply the Biblical gaps in its own way. In the first place, it was its aim to describe more precisely Elijah’s origin. Several different theories regarding Elijah’s origin are presented in literature found within the Aggadah: (1) he belonged to the tribe of Gad (Midrash Genesis Rabbah lxxi.) He was…
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Imagine an enjoyable evening walking with your family; your wife and children viewing the beautiful moonlit sky. The earlier part of the tour began with a very pleasant and fulfilling afternoon luncheon in the park. The leaves are beginning to change colors from summer to fall… All of you are taking in the wonderful visit when one of you turns up missing. All hell breaks loose! Panic and terror evolve into the shear realization that one of you is missing! One of the children has gone missing and the only thing that is found is a rather large bestial footprint and a pool of blood. Imagine this in your backyard… Your neighbors are all shocked with horror! No one knows what to do or whom to suspect. What are We to do?

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…four men were pounding and kicking on my North Philly door. Two were in suits. The others were in dark black leather cop uniforms with the shiny threatening over-the-calf-length riding boots. One of them was Black with a sneering and calloused disposition.

They grabbed my half asleep body right from the half opened door and slammed me fully into the stairwell wall. I was still unclothed. My under shorts were all that I was wearing. It was damn cold.
The scary looking cops were from the child support unit. They told me I was under arrest for not showing up in court, a failed appearance to a Montgomery County Court Hearing. On the way to Norristown, we stopped (they stopped) for doughnuts and coffee. They gave me a plain white bread and fried egg sandwich along with a half pint carton of milk.

After they roughed me up in my North Philly apartment, they, allowing me to get dressed with a pair of socks, shoes, blue jeans, and jacket. I was then handcuffed, shackled, and shoved and pushed into one of two waiting squad cars. The servant’s portion of our continental breakfast was a gesture of kindness on their part.

It’s true that I informed the judge that my daughter was living with me for more than a month. We were living in Los Angeles…

“CAN THIS REALLY BE HAPPENING TO ME?”

“I languished in that stinking jail for more than one hundred days as a hostage…while wondering and worrying about my young daughter who was expecting me to pick her up from school, by these jailers who would not even attempt to find out if I was the man they were looking for!”

The newly released imprisoned Black Man went on to describe his horrible ordeal. He described the terrifying experience and what the inmates were forced to eat. He spoke of spoiled, rotten, and awful food that was being served in the prison. The description entailed poor hygienic practices of the inmates selected to serve food and beverages as deplorable. He said it was not possible to maintain an appetite knowing, seeing, and smelling the vile body odors mixed in with the stink of the food. The filthy hands served meals and handed plates and spoons (forks and knives weren’t allowed). Inmates would leave the restrooms without washing their hands. They picked their noses and scratched between their legs and ass cheeks while extending handshakes and swapping food and snacks. Several diabetic prisoners had infections from glucose pin pricks. The open sores were apparent. The wounds were not covered by Band-Aids.

The man forcibly walked into the prison system drug-free but soon appeared like that of an ungroomed, underground living crackhead. The guards brought in bootleg movies for the inmates to watch on one of two flat screen TVs. With the consideration that buying and selling bootleg movies is a crime, it’s baffling to know ‘the powers that be’ see no evil in showing these films, even while they’re still shown in theatres across the country.

“Staring into the eyes of a killer, one late and rainy fall day, we were traveling along in the prison van. We were chained together with handcuffs. Can one imagine a face-to-face with a man who had mercilessly butchered four people, including a three-year-old baby girl?
This guy was being transported from one jail to another. This latest exchange was just another appearance, appealing the death sentence he’d received.
I’d been locked up now for about three months. Child support was the issue. A minor discrepancy for a misplaced payment recorded by the court clerk went missing. It was found after the fact.
Sitting right next to this murdering coward, who slaughtered Heather and Lisa Greaves, twenty-seven and twenty-three, and Heather’s three year old daughter – I wanted to whip his ass! He was from the suburbs and I was from one of the toughest projects in Philly. He was Montgomery County’s most notorious killer of all time. He was sentenced to death. I was defending my right to defend the right to support my child and wound up in jail for doing so – chained to this motherfucker!
I wondered, what the criteria was regarding putting a death row inmate in close quarters with someone who was being held hostage for a contempt citation?

I thought this nightmare would soon be behind me. After all, this kind of shit doesn’t happen to a ‘Host of the Annual Odunde Festival in South Philly does it?’

“FAIRMOUNT”

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