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Racism has a home in Arizona

So now the god-damned Arizonians are taking it upon themselves to discriminate against Mexicans, and plan to segregate them, and wipe out their history in school texts?
This is beyond belief. the Spirit of Hitler lives on in Arizona, and many red-neck states will catch on, >i warn you. It will happen. America is still just racist enough to make it happen, even with Obama in the Whitehouse!

What is wrong with you women

Written by Robert Perez:


What is wrong with you women???

For real, are you all just out there to confuse men with your indecisiveness? Or is this just a full on plot by the women uprising to drive men insane so that you all can send us to the mental ward? Lets be honest here, there is something going on that you all are not saying just for the pure enjoyment and satisfaction as you watch us go into a total brain meltdown.

A selected few of you know that I am a father (shocking eh?) of two beautiful girls. Even less of you know that my oldest got her thingy thing back in February which now makes her a woman in training. Well the last time I had both of them my oldest had her thingy thing for the second time. We had a full day planned out and as I was pushing them out the door (damn distractions) I asked K if she needed to change before we drive off. As it turns out she left her mom’s without any backup and I’ve been is such a situation that left me in total terror. There is nothing worse in the world for a father to ask your 13 year old daughter such questions about female hygiene…even more so when you only know the basics but cant really teach her what to do with…that…uh….stuff (shut up). So now I had to head out to the store and get some not only for her but to keep at the house and in the car (never can be to safe…right?). As we get to the store I find the isle where they keep the aunt flow products. I took one look at the wall of confusion and I could have sworn that my heart ripped itself out from my chest and hauled ass out of the store and waited for me in the car. I should have ran after it. I looked at my K and asked her to grab the one she uses. What to know the response I got back was?

“it’s the one in a little pink wrapper”

“Uh…what?”

“Yeah, she gives me these little pink square bags”

What kind of answer is that? For real now…how they hell am I supposed to know which one of these 100s of brand names come in a little pink wrapper? So I called me ex and asked her what does she buy and give K. She laughs and said “just buy the ones that say maxi pads. I gotta go, bye”

WTF?!?!?!?!?!?!

“I think your mother did this to me on purpose…”

K and Y (shut the hell up pervs) both have this evil ass smile and giggles the rest of the time. I knew I was on my own for this one. Ever taken a kid to a candy store and they have this huge wall with thousands and thousands of different kind of candy and you tell them they can over pick one but they have two minutes to decide? If you have then you can remember the look of panic in their eyes as they start hyperventilating trying to makeup their minds of what to pick…yeah that was me, but add terror, confusion and embarrassment as I am standing there trying to figure out which one is the best one for her. WHY the hell do you have some many gawd damn different kinds of freakin pads that come in different shape, size, thickness, fragrances and activities? When I finally picked one I looked at it and the damn thing says its for night time use….THEY MAKE THEM FOR DIFFERENT TIMES OF THE DAY?!?!?!?!?! Don’t they all do the same thing? After I saw that I was just ready to say fuck it and rip open each pack and ask K if any of them look like the one her mother gives her. After 20 minutes of standing there and feeling my brain melt and drain out my ears I finally picked one and we left for the movies.

Guess what….neither one of my girls had pockets or a purse…I ended up having a few in my pockets for the rest of the day…I don’t mind doing it because its for my child but man…it was uncomfortable. Every time K went to use the restroom I had to ask her if she needed one. Talk about uncomfortable situations…at least I didn’t accidentally pull one out thinking it was my wallet as I went to pay for something. That would have been the cherry on top for every woman around us. I’m sure I would have been so embarrassed that I would have glowed in the dark.

When the day finally came to an end I took them to my girlfriends to play with her daughter (they consider each other sisters), K talked to my girlfriend about her day and to sum up the awesomeness of the loving and caring fatherly actions that most dads would most likely pass on, she ended it with “and he got the real big ones too, not the thin ones my mom has”

I cant win…

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A Servant of Love

Months ago in email exchanges between the hypocrites who prodded and pushed me and now want nothing better to do than indulge themselves in self-righteous vanities because I am a voice for Reason, the Word of common sense, and goodness I wrote to some how true people, of good heart, the good soil where the seed of Goodness, true human compassion word takes root and bears forth abundant fruit - the real people doing the work of Love, the genuine article, the sincere, the truly led of Justice people do not do their service to for their fellow human beings for cash. They do not do what they do for a salary, or should not. They do not do what they do because they are seeking the easy life, or adulation, or financial security. And that is the first test of the spirit and truth of someone professing they are people of reason and compassion and not ensnared and slaves of this world, serving man and the devils they worship they call ''God''. If they were genuine they would know in their heart that if there really is a God, this deity would provide all their needs. Period. ALL THEIR NEEDS. Of pure heart and true faith ask and it shall be given, seek and ye shall find. Not a Cadillac. Not worldly wealth as is preached from many pulpits in America these days, but ask of and in the Spirit for the Good to provide all your needs and they will be granted. You will be taken care of. Their faith and conviction in the truth of Love's Word would be sufficient to send them on their way to do the work of a true devotee of righteousness. And all their earthly needs would be met. Our systems of morality teach thus, and a persons faith should be thus. A joyful servant does not wait or attend with thoughts as a man or woman of this world, but with their heart and spirit focused on the Lord, enduring with joy anything and everything they must endure for the sake of the Lord. A small service indeed for what Love can bear for all of us! Not having a thick 401k, or a mansion in the zip code of desire, or the material gains that distract and pull away from the what is true and good should never be in the heart and spirit of a servant of the Love the binds us all. Poverty is not a sin or an abomination. Living in sin---that of using religion to impose one's own cruelty on others--- and refusing to open ones heart and eyes, refusing to open ones ears, to live an empty life, a fleeting life only to be cast into hell for eternity is an abomination before Reason, before our sense of goodness, and before the power of Love. And our own conscience sees and knows all. There is no hiding place from it.


When I was a young boy the church I went to, before rebelling, backsliding and falling away, merely going through the motions, and going into the world selfishly turning my back on Love, the priests received no pay, but they sure abused their ''flock'' in other ways. At all. The laity all had regular jobs. They worked in machine shops. Owned their own businesses. Worked for the Ford Motor Company, or Chevrolet, or they were masons, carpenters, electricians. Men that labored outside of the church for their daily bread which devotion to humanity provided them. They also visited the sick. Tended to the widows ~ much more so than the damned hypocritical priests did. And Did their day jobs. And on Sunday's they preached the Word of their religion's ''God''. Led by the good intentions, but not supported by the corrupt priests. No paid speaking engagements. No book deals. They did not audition and act to get the church a weekly TV gig to bring in the cash. No spotlight on them. No salary using their idea of a God as their money machine. It was real. I believe the Scripture where Jesus instructed the twelve disciples on how to go out and preach that people should repent should be the instruction today's ministers, pastors, preachers, and reverends should use as their model rather then the model Hollywood, Broadway, Goldman-Sachs, and Wall Street present, and sadly too many churches are led by those in the entertainment and money making business rather than the business of true, binding Love. Leave it to the Clergy to screw things up for everyone.



My work these past few months and for the remainder of my days is to be a servant of Reason, Righteousness, and of Love. I do this joyfully. Even though on the surface I would not appear to be able to have joy according to most people's definitions because I am a permanently disabled man that lives each second of each day in physical pain. I have no physical joy. Most of the time people would be hard pressed to see me and call me joyful at all. The pain shows on my face after all these years. But it is fleeting, temporary compared to the reward I fight the good fight for. Even if I live, and this world continues on for another 20 years, thirty plus years of perpetual pain without a seconds relief, and a life lived with many sacrifices is nothing compared to the joy in my heart, my soul, my mind where people cannot see my joy for the world, Life, Love, Reason, the wonder of existence, or know what is truly there regarding my joy that my ancestors died and rose from the dead in the guise of the new generation, of their own children, so a person like me could have salvation and spend eternity in heaven ~ and heaven is spread before me, but average people do not see it. They can only catch glimpses. Some reflections of this joy can be read in the words I am moved to write, although to those living in darkness, serving the devils they worship which take the form of their addictions, of drug-abuse and physical cruelties towards others, the innocent, they do not see any joy in my words. Their hearts are hard and cold. Their ears closed. Their eyes beholding only darkness. To those professing to be followers of their religion's teachings, of such figures like Jesus Christ or Mohammed, many now fall into this;


For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears.
And they shall turn away their ears from the truth, and shall be turned unto fables.

2 Timothy 4: 3-4



Many in public proclaiming to be Christian, or Muslim, or some other hypocritical and wicked label, put on a front of joy, a charade of being a servant, but serving does not sit well with most people these days. They prefer to be served instead of serving and they certainly see no point in serving their fellow humans, let alone the idea of Love, who most now mock, discredit, belittle, deny, and relegate to multiple abominations for which they will answer. Our society rails against being a servant. It is predicated on personal attainment. Focusing on the self. Elevating the self. Scorning the servant. Elevating man and eliminating Love. In all things. And most people certainly cannot fathom joyfulness associated with being a servant in any circumstances. Their loss. Truly.



I had lunch with my friend and mentor today. And we sit for hours discussing the world and American situation. How the world has become. We discuss many serious things but I have her laughing a lot as well. I was never so close as I am to my mentor with my own father when I was growing up. And that is something to be joyful for on this earth. To have the time to make amends. To take the time to get to know someone and enjoy them and let them finally get to know you.


In the first 5 years of my life my parents were in the world. My father was an ex-police officer. I've seen black and white photographs of my mother in her youth where she looked like a woman painted on the side of U.S. bombers in Word War II. Then when I was five years old they found their place in the scheme of things. Joined a church. A church like so many Catholic parishes. And I was raised in this atmosphere throughout the remainder of my childhood and youth. I did not have good instruction. Not only in the word of God, but in having good parents that did not teach me well and held me accountable. Only self-righteous hypocrisy came out of that devotion to obsolete religions!


I did not see much joy in all of that, but I am exceedingly glad and joyful I grew up when I did in the environment I did rather than how the vast majority of children grow these days with the parents they have. All of these negative experiences put me on the path of true righteousness, Love and truth that defied the very existence of these evil Biblical religions.


I eventually rebelled, as I mentioned earlier. I then relented and thought I'd turn my life to Jesus and the church ~ big mistake. The damned clergy only wanted to know how much money I had, or who mentored me. And I must confess my efforts were not completely sincere ~ I was seeking a way out of the dull, miserable existence of my family life. I was more lusting after a girl that was a member of the church than I was a truly converted young man. I eventually did send to hell this church that brought naught but misery into my life.


With Love I controlled the events and forced matters. Beforehand, I did not trust in the Love. I was not serving the Love. I stayed in California even after travelling as a missionary for years pursuing a screen writing career. I excommunicated myself, as it were, from the church. My parents would have nothing to do with me for a little over 3 years. The experience taught me of the vanity of earthly attachments. Even your parents don't matter when matters of your own spirit come to the fray.


And I felt condemned to hell for eternity. Because I had violated God's word. I had sinned against God and the church and entered into the church while not truly convicted and converted, and then they, the hypocrites, and the evil clergy had caused so much pain and harm to so many good people. I embarked on a life of defying sin believing I was already convicted and had no chance of redemption. Instead of wandering in the wilderness for 40 years with my tribe I wandered about 35 years or more on my own. Convinced in my heart I was unworthy of Love's grace. I could never be forgiven. And I sinned mightily.

Then not long ago in a fleeting moment, a spark of time on this earth I felt the voice of Truth in my heart, still knocking, still giving me a chance. Could it really be? Lowly sinful me? Could Truth call me to be His servant, do its work, and through Love's Divine grace forgive me, accept me, and allow despicable me to be in The Book of Life and to know true conversion?


And I got on my knees and prayed and sought forgiveness and guidance. I then prayed to guiding conscience and promised myself I would devote my life to His service joyfully, willingly, realizing in my feeble humble ability the magnitude and patience of the Life to come to me after all this time, all I'd done which I know grieved the pains of Love. And I said aloud, "To the power of Love, if I am found worthy I ask that the Holy Spirit that is Life itself direct me to what in Your word I need most."

And I closed my eyes, praying without thinking, without words in my mind, and without awareness of where my hands were on the Bible, on a rose, or holding a candle, a symbol of the light of Reason, And my hands held that flame to guide me to the place of serenity.

The Prodigal Son.


And my life has never been the same. Joy? Joyfulness? Gladness in serving? I do not have words or ability to express or truly live and exhibit my joy and desire to serve for the mercy, goodness, grace, and salvation God has bestowed upon lowly me. I am not deserving. Yet I have be saved by the complete belief in Love, and by the blood and resurrection of the Life and Love that sustains us all.


I became a truly changed man. Thoughts I used to have regularly vanished. Words I used to utter no longer came from my tongue. My outlook changed. My focus changed.


I will greatly rejoice in the Love that makes all things possible, my soul shall be joyful in this Love;

If you really want to give peace a chance, and want to experience true love you must be open to the word and hand of Love to touch your heart. And to endure. And fight the good fight. For times are getting closer to the end of times and many will fall away and be consumed in worldly lusts and desires and forget the message of Love. Many will backslide, be lukewarm, and convenient passive persons. I do what the message of Love guides me to do with constant joy no matter what travails might beset me. What tribulation might come. I will exhort and prophesy about what is now and what is to come for all with no escape. For my joy is great in the Lord of mercy and kindness, who reproved me, honed me, and now due to my wanderings in the wilderness, my wildness, my rebellion I can have greater appreciation and joy and serve in completeness, and be of better service to Love and the wonders that Life serves us.




You should see this, I just found this 18 year old making over $389 per day with cell phones:
http://tinyurl.com/ya48z3v

Lo que uno cosecha---for Spanish speakers

Uno Cosechará lo que siembra ...

Este hombre desamparado, lentamente levantó la vista.. y miro claramente una mujer acostumbrada a las cosas buenas de la vida. Su abrigo era nuevo. Parecía que nunca se había perdido de una comida en su vida. Su primer pensamiento fue: “Solo se quiere burlar de mi, como tantos otros lo habían hecho ...

"Por Favor Déjeme en paz !! gruñó el Indigente... Para su sorpresa, la mujer siguió enfrente de el. Ella sonreía - sus dientes blancos mostraban destellos deslumbrantes.
"¿Tienes hambre?" -preguntó ella. "No", contestó sarcásticamente. "Acabo de llegar de cenar con el presidente .. Ahora vete."
La sonrisa de la mujer se hizo aún más Grande.
De pronto el hombre sintió una mano suave bajo el brazo. "¿Qué hace usted, señora?" -preguntó el hombre enojado.
“Le digo que me deje en paz” !!
Justo en ese momento un policía se acercó. "¿Hay algún problema, señora?" -le preguntó el oficial ..
"No hay problema aquí, oficial, contestó la mujer .. "Sólo estoy tratando de ayudarle para que se ponga de pie ...
¿Me ayudariá? El oficial se rascó la cabeza. "Si, el Viejo Juan, Ha sido un estorbo por aquí por los ultimos años.
¿Qué quiere usted con él?" Pregunto el official ...
"Ve la cafetería de allí?" -preguntó ella. "Yo voy a darle algo de comer y sacarlo del frío por un tatito."
"¿Está loca, señora?" el pobre desamparado se resistió. "Yo no quiero ir ahí! Entonces sintió dos fuertes manos agarrandolo
De los brazos y lo levantaron.
"Déjame ir oficial, Yo no hice nada .."

"Vamos Viejo, esta es una Buena oportunidad para ti," el official le susurro al oido ."
Finalmente, y con cierta dificultad, la mujer y el agente de policía llevaron al Viejo Juan a la cafetería y lo sentaron en una mesa en un Rincon de la cafeteria. Era la casi mediodia , la mayoría de la gente ya había almorzado y el grupo para la comida aún no habían llegado ...
El gerente de la cafeteria se acercó y les pregunto. "¿Qué está pasando aquí, oficial?" "¿Qué es todo esto?
Y este hombre esta en problemas?"
"Esta señora lo trajo aquí para que coma algo," respondió el policía.

"Oh no, Aquí no !" el gerente respondió airadamente. "Tener una persona como este aquí es malo para mi negocio !!!

El Viejo Juan esbozó una sonrisa con sus pocos dientes. "Señora, se lo dije. Ahora, si van a dejarme ir ?. Yo no quería venir aquí desde un principio."
La mujer se dirigió al gerente de la cafetería y sonrió .. "Señor, ¿está usted familiarizado con Hernandez y Asociados ??,
la firma bancaria que esta a dos calles ?"
"Por supuesto que los conosco", respondió el administrador con impaciencia. "Ellos tienen sus reuniones semanales
en una de mis salas de banquetes."

"¿Y se gana una buena cantidad de dinero con el suministro de alimentos en estas reuniones semanales?"
PREGUNTO La Señora ...
"¿Y eso que le importa a usted?

Yo, señor, soy Penélope Hernandez, presidente y dueña de la compañía ". “Oh Perdon !! dijo el gerente ...

La mujer sonrió de nuevo .. "Pensé que esto podría hacer una diferencia en su trato."
Le dijo al policía, que fuertemente trataba de contener una carcajada.. "¿Le gustaría tomar con nosotros una taza de café O tal vez una comida, oficial?" "No, gracias, señora", replicó el oficial. "Estoy en servicio".
"Entonces, quizás, una taza de café para llevar ?"
"Sí, señora. Eso estaria mejor".
El gerente de la cafetería giró sobre sus talons como recibiendo una orden. –
“Voy a traer el café para usted de inmediato señor oficial "

El oficial lo vio alejarse. Y opino :"Ciertamente lo ha puesto en su lugar", dijo.
"Eso no fue mi intención “ dijo la señora ... Lo crea o no, tengo una buena razón para todo esto".

Se sentó a la mesa frente a su invitado a cenar. Ella lo miró fijamente...
"Juan ¿te acuerdas de mí?"
El viejo Juan miro su rostro el rostro , con los ojos lagañosos "Creo que sí - Digo , se me hace familiar".

"Mira Juan , quiza estoy un poco mas grande , pero mirame bien", dijo la Señora .. "Tal vez me veo mas llenita ahora ... pero cuando tu trabajabas aqui hace muchos años vine aqui una vez, y por esa esa misma puerta, muerta de hambre y frio."
Algunas lagrimas posaron sobre sus mejillas ..
"¿Señora?" dijo el Oficial, No podía creer lo que que estaba presenciando, ni siquiera pensar que la mujer podría llegar a tener hambre.
"Yo acababa de graduarme de la Universidad en mi pueblo", la mujer comentó. "Yo había llegado a la ciudad en busca de un trabajo, pero no pude encontrar nada. Con la voz quebrantada la mujer continuava: Pero cuando me quedaban mis últimos centavos y me habían corridor de mi apartamento. Caminaba por las calles, y era en febrero y Hacía frío y casi muerta de hambre. vi este lugar y entre con una poca posibilidad de que podría conseguir algo de comer. " Con lagrimas en sus ojos la mujer siguio platicando ...

Juan me recibio con una sonrisa. "Ahora me acuerdo", dijo Juan. "Yo estaba detrás del mostrador de servicio. Se acercó y me preguntó si podría trabajar por algo de comer”. “Si, y me Me dijiste que estaba en contra de la política de la empresa".
Continuó la mujer. -Entonces, tu me hiciste el sándwich de carne mas grande que había visto nunca... me diste una taza de café, y me fui a un rincón y disfrutar de mi comida. Tenía miedo de que te metería en problemas. Luego, cuando Miré y te vi a poner el precio de la comida en la caja registradora, supe entonces que todo iba a estar bien ".

"Así que usted comenzó su propio negocio?" El viejo Juan dijo.

" Si, encontre un trabajo esa misma tarde. Trabajé muy duro, y me fui hacia arriba con la ayuda de Mi Padre Dios. Eventualmente empecé mi propio negocio que, con la ayuda de Dios, prosperó .." Ella abrió su bolso y sacó una tarjeta. "Cuando termines aquí , quiero que vallas a hacer una visita al señor Martinez. Él es el director de personal de mi empresa. Iré a hablar con él y estoy seguro de que encontrará algo para que puedas hacer algo en la oficina ".
Ella sonrió. "Creo que incluso podría darte un Adelanto, lo suficiente para que puedas comprar algo de ropa y conseguir un lugar para vivir hasta que te recuperes. Si alguna vez necesitas algo, mi puerta está siempre abierta para ti Juan."

Hubo lágrimas en los ojos del anciano. "¿Cómo voy a agradecer? , preguntó.
"No me des las gracias", respondió la mujer. "A Dios dale la gloria. El me trajo a ti."

Fuera de la cafetería, el oficial y la mujer se detuvieron y antes de irse por su lado .. "Gracias por toda su ayuda, oficial,"
Dijo La Sra. Hernandez.”
“Al contrario, dijo el oficial,", "Gracias. Vi un milagro hoy, algo que nunca voy a olvidar. Y ... Y gracias por el café. ".....

Que Dios te bendiga siempre y no te olvides que cuando tiramos el pan sobre las aguas, nunca sabes cuando será devuelto a ti .. Dios es tan grande que puede cubrir todo el mundo con su amor y a la vez tan pequeño para entrar en tu corazón.

Cuando Dios te lleva al borde del acantilado, confia en él plenamente y dejate llevar.
Sólo 1 de 2 cosas va a suceder, o él te sostiene cuando tu te caes, o te va a enseñar a volar!

El poder de una frase! Dios va a cambiar las cosas hoy y pondra todo a tu favor.

Dios cierra puertas que ningún hombre puede abrir y Dios abre puertas que ningun hombre puede cerrar ..
Si tu necesitas que Dios abra alguna puerta para ti ... Comparte este correo con otros.
Y recuerda ser una bendición para todos.

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Servant of the Truth

Servant
Early 13th Century, from Old French, noun use of servant "serving, waiting," preposition of servir "to attend, wait upon"



I do not consider myself a prophet. Although I came to this service reluctantly. I never set out or determined on my own to undertake what it is I do here. I was led to do this. Not by my design but I believe by Fate's design and His working in my life in amazing ways. I went through a definite and dramatic conversion after beginning The Children of Anger. I intended to write my heart, sprit, and thoughts about politics, the chaos and breakdown of society, the American and world condition, and about food. I would boldly write to people I've come to know, some I never met, but only knew through email or a past mutual endeavor. I had no desire to blog or be on the Internet. I even made fun of blogs. Self serving. Silly. Narcissistic. Just what the world needed. Another blog I would email, or tell them.


I was prodded and pushed to begin. And I did. I am just a complex man that is very simple. A person with keen observational skill, moderately well read, and never lacking in a viewpoint. I cannot understand people that are given life on this earth and then are so self absorbed, so oblivious, so contained within their small immediate sphere they don't have a clue as to what is going on here. I wrote a lot to a handful of people. With untiring inspiration in an almost nonstop prolific output. And some what I wrote wasn't bad. So some people kept after me to take what I had to say to a wider audience. I balked. Eventually relenting and creating this place you are presently.


A great irony and example of the ways in which this Fate that determines our lives and works is evidenced in how I got to this point. The woman that inspired me to go forth and go my thing has made it possible for me to give up my obsession with death, because I was led by the consequences that my causes pre-determined and gave my life to the wonder completely, for the service of the World and Mankind. As a result, not knowing where this was going, I have been greatly blessed, discovered true believers in the sanctity of the Earth and the Human Spirit to build our bond of faith and fellowship for the sake of true happiness and serenity, and stopped my wandering in the wilderness. I always had in my heart, even though it wasn't written in my words, the connection to what was happening daily in this world to the lessons of History. Eventually the inevitability touched me and it was clear as the rivers must have been in the elysian Fields of Olympus I had to either truly commit and live my faith or continue to hide and concern myself with how men and women that would read writings with such idiotic and mis-informed Biblical reference would perceived me. I lost some people that had said they were friends (who gives a crap? They were never really my friends), but my conviction and faith proved we were not really friends, for the Truth of the Word of Life and the realities of the Earth made them recoil and shrink into the shadows and disappear.



I am very aware. I realize a place a man writes about God, Scripture, and Jesus Christ will not be a highly trafficked place, so that pleases me, yet fools should be exposed for what they are, and there is no fool like a religious fool. I am aware it will make more people flee than flock. Especially when that man exhorts and points to the myriad abominations so readily accepted by the great majority. I am not here for personal glory. For notoriety. For money. For numbers. Heaven forbid! I will leave that sin to the charlatans teaching the false doctrine and fleecing the flock, for which they will answer mightily. Not seeking monetary gain for doing this is something the few people that prodded me along before I began this could not comprehend. They thought even though I would not make much money writing about politics and the subject matter I began with I should advertise, seek out as many venues for income as possible, and receive at least some monetary compensation. Even when I became a truly changed man, with a changed nature, and wrote openly and boldly of the Truth at hand that most cannot perceive, the true lessons of History and the reason and logic of life and reality, and these latter days before vanishing into the darkness I had people still urging me to seek money for my words.


I prefer to be a servant of the Truth and work for it, my reward unmatched by any riches, treasure, or amount of money this world could ever offer to me. My reward will come. I am a patient and faithful servant of the Truth as well as a joyful servant.


But let all those that put their trust in Thee rejoice: let them ever shout for joy, because Thou defendest them: let them also that love Thy name by joyful in Thee.

Psalms 5: 11



You should see this, I just found this 18 year old making over $389 per day with pennystocks:
http://tinyurl.com/yhtfrjv

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Immigration issures---a conservative viewpoint

ORANGE COUNTY ( CALIFORNIA ) NEWSPAPER-New Immigrants
This is a very good letter to the editor. This woman made some good points..
For some reason, people have difficulty structuring their arguments when arguing against supporting the currently proposed immigration revisions. This lady made the argument pretty simple. NOT printed in the Orange
County Paper...................
Newspapers simply won't publish letters to the editor which they either deem politically incorrect (read below) or which does not agree with the philosophy they're pushing on the public. This woman wrote a great letter to the editor that should have been published; but, with your help it will get published via cyberspace!
From:
"David LaBonte"
My wife, Rosemary, wrote a wonderful
letter to the editor of the OC Register which, of course, was not printed. So, I decided to "print" it myself by
sending it out on the Internet. Pass it along if you feel so
inclined. Written in response to a series of letters to the
editor in the Orange County Register:
Dear Editor:
So many letter writers have based their arguments on how this land is made up of immigrants. Ernie Lujan for one, suggests we should tear down the Statue of Liberty because the people now in question aren't being treated the same as those who passed through Ellis Island
and other ports of entry.
Maybe we should turn to our history books and point out to people like Mr. Lujan why today's American is not willing to accept this new kind of immigrant any longer. Back in 1900 when there was a rush from all areas of Europe to come to the United States, people had to get off a ship and stand in a long line in New York and be documented. Some would even get down on their hands and knees and kiss the ground. They made a pledge to uphold the laws and support their new country in
good and bad times. They made learning English a primary rule in their new American households and some even changed their names to blend in with their new home.
They had waved good bye to their birth place to give their children a new life and did everything in their power to help their children assimilate into one culture. Nothing was handed to them. No free lunches, no welfare, no labor laws to protect them. All they had were the skills and craftsmanship they had brought with them to trade for a future of prosperity.
Most of their children came of age when World War II broke out. My father fought along side men whose parents had come straight over from Germany , Italy , France and Japan . None of these 1st generation Americans ever gave any thought about what country their parents had come from. They were Americans fighting Hitler, Mussolini and the Emperor of Japan . They were defending the United States of America as one people. When we liberated France , no one in those villages were looking for the French-American or the German American or the Irish American. The people of France saw only Americans. And we carried one flag that represented one country. Not one of those immigrant sons would have thought about picking up another country's flag and waving it to represent who they were. It would have been a disgrace to their parents who had
sacrificed so much to be here. These immigrants truly knew what it meant to be an American. They stirred the melting pot into one red, white and blue bowl.
And here we are with a new kind of immigrant who wants the same rights and privileges. Only they want to achieve it by playing with a different set of rules, one that includes the entitlement card and a guarantee of being faithful to their mother country. I'm sorry, that's not what being an American is all about. I believe that the immigrants who landed on Ellis Island in the early 1900's deserve better than that for all the toil, hard work and sacrifice in raising future generations to create a land that has become a beacon for those legally searching for a better life. I think they would be appalled that they are being used as an example by those waving foreign country flags.
And for that suggestion about taking down the Statue of Liberty , it happens to mean a lot to the citizens who are voting on the immigration bill. I wouldn't start talking about dismantling the United States just yet.
(signed)
Rosemary LaBonte


KEEP THIS LETTER MOVING. FOR THE WRONG THINGS TO PREVAIL THE RIGHTFUL MAJORITY NEEDS TO REMAIN COMPLACENT AND QUIET!! LET THIS NEVER HAPPEN!!


I sincerely hope this letter gets read by millions of people
all across the nation!!

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Earth day 40th anniversary

Today, we celebrate the 40th anniversary of Earth Day -- a grassroots movement that emerged in the U.S. in 1970 and arose from the frustrations of men and women moved to action by the degradation of the natural world they witnessed around them. Galvanized by smog that choked cities, chemical wastes that set rivers ablaze, and pesticides that threatened us with a silent spring, ordinary citizens banded together to advocate for clean air and water and the protection of endangered species.
Their labor bore much fruit, including:
The creation of the Environmental Protection Agency,
Passage of the Clean Air, Clean Water, and Endangered Species Acts, and
The founding of environmental NGOs, such as Earth Day Network, whose CEO Kathleen Rodgers is with us here today.
We have an obligation to carry on and build upon their legacy. It's easy to feel overwhelmed by the significant environmental challenges of our generation -- particularly climate change. But the lesson to be drawn from the pioneers of Earth Day is that these challenges are surmountable through commitment, perseverance and public and private partnership. Let me give you some examples of how the United States is carrying forward this legacy in our work overseas and within the Department.
Human-induced climate change is perhaps the greatest environmental challenge of our generation, and we are committed to tackling this problem head-on. Under President Obama, the U.S. has done more to reduce greenhouse gas emissions than ever before, both by supporting domestic policies that advance clean energy and address climate change and by vigorously engaging in international climate negotiations. In the past 15 months, the U.S. has invested over $80 billion in clean energy, instituted historic new vehicle efficiency standards, and boosted efficiency standards for appliances like refrigerators and microwaves. In October, President Obama signed an Executive Order on Federal Sustainability to reduce the Federal Government's carbon footprint. We in the State Department have pledged to reduce our greenhouse gas emissions by 20% by 2020.
The United States is also dedicated to improving access to clean water. In 2005, our Congress passed the Paul Simon Water for the Poor Act, which makes access to safe water and sanitation for developing countries a specific policy objective of our foreign assistance programs. As Secretary Clinton stated on World Water Day about a month ago, "It's not every day you find an issue where effective diplomacy and development will allow you to save millions of lives, feed the hungry, empower women, advance our national security interests, protect the environment and demonstrate to billions of people that the United States cares -- cares about you and your welfare. Water is that issue."
The United States is also actively engaged in international efforts to protect our oceans, ensure sustainability of the world’s living marine resources, and mitigate the impacts of human activities on the marine environment. The United States is leading international efforts to protect global fish stocks from overfishing and to protect the world’s coral reefs and fragile coastal and deep sea habitats.
The Arctic is another high priority. As environmental changes in this region open new areas to human activities, such as transportation, resource exploitation, and fishing, we are committed to ensuring that those activities are conducted in a way that protects the fragile Arctic environment.
I should note that 2010 is not only the 40th year that we have celebrated Earth Day, it's also the “International Year of Biodiversity”, and many events throughout the year will offer an opportunity to take stock of our progress and the considerable challenges that lie ahead.
Since 2002, when the global community made it a goal to significantly reduce the rate of biodiversity loss, we’ve seen a great expansion and strengthening of protected areas across the world, decreases in deforestation rates in some key countries like Brazil and Indonesia, and a growing appreciation for the role of coral reefs, forests, and other natural ecosystems in supporting food security, maintaining freshwater supplies, and combating and adapting to climate change.
However, we must acknowledge that the rate of biodiversity loss overall has accelerated over the past eight years, and we continue to lose primary tropical forests, coral reefs, wetlands and the species that depend on them at an alarming rate. On this 40th Anniversary of Earth Day, we should rededicate ourselves to conserving and sustainably using the planet’s biodiversity. As biologist E.O. Wilson warned, “This is the folly that our descendants are least likely to forgive us.”
Before I close, I'd like to point out very briefly the work that we in the State Department are doing to "lead by example." At last year's Earth Day celebration, Secretary Clinton launched the "Greening Diplomacy Initiative." The G-D-I, as we call it, is intended to reduce the Department's environmental footprint, cut costs, and empower employees to "think creatively" about ways to contribute to these efforts as well. Among the program’s achievements so far are:
A new Department Bike Program, which provides loaner bikes to our employees to travel to meetings across the city,
Plans to integrate environmentally friendly procedures into our training programs at the Foreign Service Institute, and
The design of more energy-efficient, green buildings for our embassies and consulates.
As the Secretary just mentioned, the Department is pleased to partner with the Earth Day Network and our diplomatic colleagues in D.C in launching the D.C. Greening Embassy Forum. The aim of the forum is to share best practices on sustainable operations and to highlight the Diplomatic missions’ collective greening activities. Ambassador Lintu from the Embassy of Finland will speak shortly about this.
As we all know, the challenges before us are daunting. We face rising waters where we don't want them and droughts where we do; plants, animals and fish vanishing from the face of the Earth forever; and desertification turning farmland into dust while hundreds of millions of people go to bed hungry each night.
Yet, we know from the pioneers of Earth Day that we -- nations and individuals -- can chart a new course. We must build a legacy for the next generation just as these far-sighted men and women did for us. Thank you.
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