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Is Hong Kong on the Brink of Unrest?

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By

Gregory V. Boulware

 “When law becomes a science and a system, it ceases to be justice. The errors, into which a blind devotion to principles of classification has led the common law, will be seen by observing how often the legislation has been obligated to come forward to restore the equity its scheme had lost.”

~Landor~

‘The Jurisprudence of Every Nation’

 “And it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the Earth, and daughters were born unto them, that the sons of God saw the daughters of men – that they were fair; and of them they took as wives of all they chose.

 And the Lord said, “My spirit shall not always strive with man, for that he also is flesh; yet his days shall be a hundred and twenty years.”

 ASIAN VOICES NHK WORLD

Hong Kong on the Brink

Ichiro Korogi

(Professor, Kanda University of International Studies)

Benny Tai

(Legal Scholar / Co-organizer of Occupy Central with Love and Peace)

http://www3.nhk.or.jp/nhkworld/english/tv/asianvoices/archives201408230300.html

Hong Kong is being rocked by pro-democracy protests. Since its return to Chinese rule 17 years ago, its residents have enjoyed a high degree of autonomy. But unrest has been growing. Many say the Chinese government is trying to control the electoral process for Hong Kong’s top administrative officer. In July, some 510,000 people took part in protest demonstrations. At the end of August, the Chinese government announced that it would effectively bar pro-democracy candidates from running in elections. Activists are planning to stage massive rallies and to occupy the financial district in central Hong Kong. Meanwhile, government supporters have held counter-demonstrations. The rift in society has been deepening. What’s behind the Chinese’s government attempt to tighten control? And where is Hong Kong headed? We will consider these questions together with a Japanese specialist on China, Professor Ichiro Korogi of Kanda University of International Studies, and Associate Professor Benny Tai of the University of Hong Kong, one of the leaders of the pro-democracy movement.

George Bush, then President of the U.S., Hu Jin Tao, China’s President, and Than Shue, Myanmar’s Military leader went to visit God, Zarganar emailed a friend just after 9 o’clock; just before the crackdown on the evening of September twenty-fifth. Bush asked God, when will the US become the most powerful nation in the world?” Hu then asked when China would become the richest nation in the world, which drew the same answer from God.

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?

https://boulwareenterprises.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/zarganar/

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‘Hong Kong On The Brink?’

 What is the meaning of?

 ‘Hong-Kong Democracy,’ ‘Democracy,’ ‘Control,’ ‘Grassroots,’ ‘Bureaucracy,’ ‘ Hierarchy,’ ‘Election,’ ‘Autonomy,’ ‘Free Choice,’ ‘Communism,’ ‘Universal Suffrage?’

Democracy:

…government by the people; a form of government in which the supreme power is vested in the people and exercised directly by them or by their elected agents under a free electoral system.

…a state having such a form of government:

“The United States and Canada are democracies.”

…a state of society characterized by formal equality of rights and privileges.

…political or social equality; democratic spirit.

…the common people of a community as distinguished from any privileged class; the common people with respect to their political power.

Middle French

Late Latin

Greek

Control:

…to exercise restraint or direction over; dominate; command.

…to hold in check; curb:

“To control a horse; to control one’s emotions.”

…to test or verify (a scientific experiment) by a parallel experiment or other standard of comparison.

…to eliminate or prevent the flourishing or spread of:

“To control a forest fire.”

Obsolete. to check or regulate (transactions), originally by means of a duplicate register.

noun

…the act or power of controlling; regulation; domination or command:

“Who’s in control here?”

…the situation of being under the regulation, domination, or command of another:

“The car is out of control.”

…check or restraint:

“Her anger is under control.”

A legal or official means of regulation or restraint:

“To institute wage and price controls.”

Statistics. control variable (def 1).

…a person who acts as a check; controller.

…a device for regulating and guiding a machine, as a motor or airplane.

late Middle English

Anglo-French

Grassroots:

…the common or ordinary people, especially as contrasted with the leadership or elite of a political party, social organization, etc.; the rank and file.

…the agricultural and rural areas of a country.

…the people inhabiting these areas, especially as a political, social, or economic group.

…the origin or basis of something; the basic or primary concept, rule, part, or the like.

adjective, Also, grass-roots

…of, pertaining to, or involving the common people, especially as contrasted with or separable from an elite:

“A Grassroots Movement for nuclear disarmament.”

Bureaucracy:

…government by many bureaus, administrators, and petty officials.

…the body of officials and administrators, especially of a government or government department.

…excessive multiplication of, and concentration of power in, administrative bureaus or administrators.

…administration characterized by excessive red tape and routine.

French

Hierarchy:

…any system of persons or things ranked one above another.

…government by ecclesiastical rulers.

…the power or dominion of a hierarch.

…an organized body of ecclesiastical officials in successive ranks or orders:

“The Roman Catholic hierarchy.”

…one of the three divisions of the angels, each made up of three orders, conceived as constituting a graded body.

Also called celestial hierarchy. the collective body of angels.

…government by an elite group.

Medieval Latin

Late Greek

Election:

…the selection of a person or persons for office by vote.

…a public vote upon a proposition submitted.

…the act of electing.

Theology. the choice by God of individuals, as for a particular work or for favor or salvation.

Latin

Autonomy:

…independence or freedom, as of the will or one’s actions:

“The autonomy of the individual.”

…the state or condition of having independence or freedom, or of being autonomous; self-government, or the right of self-government:

“The rebels demanded autonomy from Spain.”

…a self-governing community.

Greek

Free-Choice:

Free

…enjoying personal rights or liberty, as a person who is not in slavery:

“A land of free people.”

…pertaining to or reserved for those who enjoy personal liberty:

“They were thankful to be living on free soil.”

…existing under, characterized by, or possessing civil and political liberties that are, as a rule, constitutionally guaranteed by representative government:

“The free nations of the world.”

…enjoying political autonomy, as a people or country not under foreign rule; independent.

…exempt from external authority, interference, restriction, etc., as a person or one’s will, thought, choice, action, etc.; independent; unrestricted.

…able to do something at will; at liberty:

“Free to choose.”

…clear of obstructions or obstacles, as a road or corridor:

“The highway is now free of fallen rock.”

…in a free manner; freely; Nautical. away from the wind, so that a sailing vessel need not be close-hauled:

“running free.” verb (used with object), freed, freeing; to make free; set at liberty; release from bondage, imprisonment, or restraint; to exempt or deliver (usually followed by from); to relieve or rid (usually followed by of): “to free oneself of responsibility.”; to disengage; clear (usually followed by from or of) Verb phrases; free up,  a.to release, as from restrictions: “Congress voted to free up funds for the new highway system.” b.to disentangle: “It took an hour to free up the traffic jam.”

Idioms; for free, Informal. without charge: “The tailor mended my jacket for free.”; free and clear, Law. without any encumbrance, as a lien or mortgage:

“They owned their house free and clear.”; free and easy,  a. unrestrained; casual; informal. b. excessively or inappropriately casual; presumptuous; make free with,  a.to use as one’s own; help oneself to: “If you make free with their liquor, you won’t be invited again.” b.to treat with too much familiarity; take liberties with; set free, to release; liberate; free: “The prisoners were set free.”; with a free hand, generously; freely; openhandedly: “He entertains visitors with a free hand.”

Middle English

Old English

 Choice

noun

…an act or instance of choosing; selection:

“Her choice of a computer was made after months of research. His parents were not happy with his choice of friends.”

…the right, power, or opportunity to choose; option:

“The child had no choice about going to school.”

…the person or thing chosen or eligible to be chosen :

“This book is my choice. He is one of many choices for the award.”

…an alternative:

“There is another choice.”

…an abundance or variety from which to choose :

“A wide choice of candidates.”

…something that is preferred or preferable to others; the best part of something:

“Mare’s Nest is the choice in the sixth race.”

…a carefully selected supply:

This restaurant has a fine choice of wines.”

8.

…worthy of being chosen; excellent; superior.

…carefully selected:

“Choice words.”

…(in the grading of beef in the U.S.) rated between prime and good.

Idioms

…of choice, that is generally preferred:

“A detached house is still the home of choice.”

Middle English

Germanic

Middle English chois < Old French, derivative of choisir to perceive, choose < Germanic

Choice, alternative, option, preference all suggest the power of choosing between things. Choice implies the opportunity to choose: “a choice of evils.” Alternative suggests that one has a choice between only two possibilities. It is often used with a negative to mean that there is no second possibility: “to have no alternative.”Option emphasizes free right or privilege of choosing: “to exercise one’s option. “Preference applies to a choice based on liking or partiality: “to state a preference.” 9. …select, rare, uncommon, valuable, precious. See fine1.

noun

1.

…the act or an instance of choosing or selecting

2.

…the opportunity or power of choosing

3.

…a person or thing chosen or that may be chosen: he was a possible choice

4.

…an alternative action or possibility: what choice did I have?

5.

…a supply from which to select: a poor choice of shoes

6.

…of choice, preferred; favourite

adjective

7.

…of superior quality; excellent: choice wine

8.

…carefully chosen, appropriate: a few choice words will do the trick

9.

…vulgar or rude: choice language

mid-14c., “that which is choice,” from choice (adj.) blended with earlier chois (n.) “action of selecting” (c.1300); “power of choosing” (early 14c.), “someone or something chosen” (late 14c.), from Old French chois “one’s choice; fact of having a choice” (12c., Modern French choix), from verb choisir “to choose, distinguish, discern; recognize, perceive, see,” from a Germanic source related to Old English ceosan “to choose, taste, try;” see choose. Late Old English chis “fastidious, choosy,” from or related to ceosan, probably also contributed to the development of choice. Replaced Old English cyre “choice, free will,” from the same base, probably because the imported word was closer to choose [see note in OED].

adj.

…”worthy to be chosen, distinguished, excellent,” mid-14c., from choice (n.).

…in philosophy, a corollary of the proposition of free will-i.e., the ability voluntarily to decide to perform one of several possible acts or to avoid action entirely. An ethical choice involves ascribing qualities such as right or wrong, good or bad, better or worse to alternatives.

 Communism:

 …a theory or system of social organization based on the holding of all property in common, actual ownership being ascribed to the community as a whole or to the state.

…(often initial capital letter) a system of social organization in which all economic and social activity is controlled by a totalitarian state dominated by a single and self-perpetuating political party.

…(initial capital letter) the principles and practices of the Communist Party.

…communalism.

French

…communism includes all of these when understood in its true meaning. Forms of libertarian communism such as situationism are strongly egoist in nature.

noun

1.

…advocacy of a classless society in which private ownership has been abolished and the means of production and subsistence belong to the community

2.

…any social, economic, or political movement or doctrine aimed at achieving such a society

3.

…(usually capital) a political movement based upon the writings of Marx that considers history in terms of class conflict and revolutionary struggle, resulting eventually in the victory of the proletariat and the establishment of a socialist order based on public ownership of the means of production See also Marxism, Marxism-Leninism, socialism

4.

…(usually capital) a social order or system of government established by a ruling Communist Party, esp in the former Soviet Union

5.

…(often capital) (mainly US) any leftist political activity or thought, esp when considered to be subversive

6.

…communal living; communalism “social system based on collective ownership,” 1843, from French communisme (c.1840) from commun (Old French comun; see common (adj.)) + -isme (see -ism).

Originally a theory of society; as name of a political system, 1850, a translation of German Kommunismus (itself from French), in Marx and Engels’ “Manifesto of the Communist Party.” Cf. communist. In some cases in early and mid-20c., a term of abuse implying anti-social criminality without regard to political theory; i.e. socialism, communism, anarchism] stands for a state of things, or a striving after it, that differs much from that which we know; & for many of us, especially those who are comfortably at home in the world as it is, they have consequently come to be the positive, comparative, & superlative, distinguished not in kind but in degree only, of the terms of abuse applicable to those who would disturb our peace.

 Communism definition

An economic and social system envisioned by the nineteenth-century German scholar Karl Marx. In theory, under communism, all means of production are owned in common, rather than by individuals (see Marxism and  Marxism-Leninism). In practice, a single authoritarian party controls both the political and economic systems. In the twentieth century, communism was associated with the economic and political systems of China and the Soviet Union and of the satellites of the Soviet Union.

(Compare  capitalism and  socialism).

 Universal Suffrage:

noun

…suffrage for all persons over a certain age, usually 18 or 21, who in other respects satisfy the requirements established by law.

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?

 “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!”

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

~Confucius~

“He has showed you, O man, what’s good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your GOD?”

 “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

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‘The Rails, Some Hemp, and A Hanging’

"A Believers' View"

“A Believers’ View”

By

Gregory V. Boulware

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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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https://twitter.com/#!/AuthorBoulwareG

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“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/

 “FAIRMOUNT”

http://www.boulwareenterprises.com/FAIRMOUNT.html

http://aneastfallssonontheschuylkill.blogspot.com/2014/07/on-schuylkill-eastfalls-son-twitter.html

 

‘The Triplets and One’

http://theeyeofcain.blogspot.com/

http://thehebrew-israelitesandjapan.blogspot.com/ http://theessenceofinvasionandannihila.blogspot.com/

http://yahvehthefatherthelosttribesoftwelve.blogspot.com

 

‘BookCrossing’

http://www.bookcrossing.com/mybookshelf/GVBoulware/all

“The Spirit of The Soul and The Death of Morals”: Whence comest thou? Paperback – Large Print, January 12, 2012

By

Mr. Gregory Vernon Boulware   (Author)

http://www.amazon.com/The-Spirit-Soul-Death-Morals/dp/1468190997/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top?ie=UTF8

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