by Samuel E. Warren Jr.
Super Typhoon Yolanda changed my Life.
I lived inside “Ground Zero.”
I am a “Survivor.”
One obvious change Yolanda has made to my Life is I am more “aggressive.” Any pretense of patience is completely gone from my Life. I get a project done or I toss it and move on to one I can get done.
One obvious change Yolanda gave me is the opportunity to “Face Death.”
I have had a year to look at my reaction. I should be “Petrified.” I definitely felt, “Concern.”
Today is Saturday, November 8, 2014. A year ago, at “Ground Zero”, I stood in my bedroom and watched the winds of Super Typhoon Yolanda bow the coconut wood door back and forth like a warped, black LP record flexed back and forth.
Three times, Yolanda blew open the door. Three times, I pushed against the wind and intense walls of blowing rain to close the door.
Yolanda took the roof, but she left the thin sheets of plywood over the roof. Although, she did bend one down almost double to continue to pour a persistent waterfall of rain into the room.
Christy Warren, my wife, stood in front of me, and stared out the single window in the wall. I stood behind Christy and had my arms down around her. I watched the door disco dance against the door jab.
I still remember my chant: “You can stop anytime now.”
I have no idea, how many times I repeated those words. Everyone else in the room was quite.
Junea and Vanissa stood behind me. Digna Mora, the cleaning lady, stood behind the girls. Her son, David was under the concrete shelf sink at the back of the room. He fell asleep.
We heard Yolanda’s winds take the tin roof over the bedroom and the abundance of sudden sunlight over the plywood section confirmed the roof had gone airborne.
There was a plywood section for a roof under the tin. The plywood section held, but a sheet of the wood buckled in half.
The wingtip of “my” Archangel Michael statue held up that section of the roof, while the torrential rain poured in and the dry concrete floor began to fill like a swimming pool. The water inside the room would rise to a half-inch before Yolanda ceased her seize.
I remember every second of Yolanda’s bombardment.
Today, a year later, the sun is shining. The temperature is not too hot. Earlier this afternoon around one p.m., there was a nice breeze. A year ago, the phrase “Hell On Earth” had “A Real World” meaning.
I decided not to go to the “Yolanda Commemoration Ceremonies” in Tacloban City and Tanauan because I wanted “The Day” to think about my reaction to Yolanda.
All week long, ABS-CBN has aired the “Survivor Stories.” As a retired military newsman, I understand the decision. People want to know, “What Was It Like ?”
“Scary,” in a word.
The catch is, obviously, there is a limit to how much adrenaline your body pumps in a crisis situation. You sense and feel, “Fear.” But, the “Fear” can’t last.
“Numbness” replaced the initial “Fear” and the “Concern.” I stood at “The Mercy Of A Force Of Nature.” There was absolutely nothing I could do.
Yolanda could of snatched me or anyone else in the room and tossed us against the walls like rag dolls. Yolanda could of tossed any of us out through the roof.
Yolanda could of reached inside the room and pulled any or all of us out through the narrow doorway. Yolanda kept us corralled and “pinned up” in the room until her winds were done outside.
“Thanks To Yolanda, I no longer ‘Fear Death.’”
Naturally, I have “The Death Fantasy” where you lie in bed, surrounded by family and friends who love you. You close your eyes for the last time and “Death” arrives.
If I get “The Death Fantasy” fine; if not, at least, Yolanda, provided the lesson of awareness and acceptance of “Here Comes, The Last Ride ! ”
A year ago, once I heard the winds disappear, I stepped to the door and opened it.
“Stunned,” is the only word that works.
A Child Of The Cold War, I cut my baby teeth on the stories of United States, Soviet Union and Red Chinese Nuclear Armageddon Aftermath.
I remember the Civil Defense lessons in grade school. I got the blue prints I got in the mail from the United States Superintendent Of Documents to “build a bomb shelter in your backyard.”
Momma never let me build the bomb shelter. I couldn’t even convince her to build a basement. I always wanted a basement.
As a teenager, I had watched countless TV shows and movies about The Cold War Nuclear Apocalypse.
As a senior citizen, I stood on the concrete porch and looked at the devastated landscape of the island of Leyte.
No Hollywood Cold War Nuclear Holocaust Movie even came close to Super Typhoon Yolanda.
The brutal sky remained angry swatches of gray. The horizontal canvas was saturated. The rain had stopped and the sky still appeared soaked. The sky around me dripped like running paint on a wet canvas.
The dense emerald vegetation was yanked, pulled and discarded like a giant weedeater had gone ballistic on the landscape.
The huge tree at the corner of the porch had been yanked up by the roots and dropped like a weed at the hole, which moments before had covered the roots.
The 50 to 75 coconut trees in front of the house were gone. Two complete trees stood and four giant busted toothpicks, which had been coconut trees were still embedded in the ground.
Some of the coconut trees had fallen like discarded Lincoln Logs on to the plundered landscape.
In rural Leyte it is rare for an hour to pass without a rooster crowing somewhere nearby.
Across the barangay road, the neighbor’s bamboo house was gone completely. Christy’s white sari-sari store building was tilted at a 15 degree angle toward the road.
The bamboo carport had served it’s purpose. The bamboo poles were still in the ground. The dried coconut leaves roof had gone airborne.
Fortunately, the carport had stood long enough to keep the van on the ground. The other benefit of the carport, is it helped provide temporary shelter.
When the neighbors across the road, felt their house was going around them, they ran outside to the carport and got next to the van, according to the neighbor woman, they essentially formed a human chain and she held on to the van’s door handle.
Today, I stand with a mug of coffee in my hand and look out at the Land in front of the house. Sunlight bathes the dense vegetation.
We have a tin roof again over the house. The US AID gray tarpaulin still serves as two walls of the house.
I strolled up the barangay road a distance this afternoon. Houses are again beginning to take shape. The rice fields seem to be recovering. The Cameri Barangay Elementary School has a roof again. Neighbors’ roosters chase hens in the school yard and a concrete building in the corner is going up in a corner of the school yard.
Son, Samuel Ranilo Warren got tagged to participate in a Yolanda Commemorative Ceremony in Tacloban City as did cousin,Vanissa Saldana. Daughter, Donna Junea Warren got to “Fly Free” to a girlfriend’s birthday celebration today.
Christy and I have been relaxing around the old Pacific Ponderosa today. One Warren Way got severely remodeled by Super Typhoon Yolanda, but with time, I am sure we will have walls again someday. I need to find a carpenter, I believe, can put my concrete hollow blocks up to build a “Strong” wall.
As a political science and history student, I had memorized the photos of the destruction of “Fat Man” and “Little Boy” to Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan in 1945. A year ago, Yolanda at “Ground Zero” in Tanauan, Barangay Baras delivered the “Destruction” without the radioactive “Fallout.”
November 8, 2014 — Tacloban City reports 6,000 people dead. Officials calculate, at least, 1,061 are still missing. I doubt an accurate “body count” for Super Typhoon Yolanda will ever be firmly established because a tidal wave came ashore and took structures and, no doubt, people back out to The Leyte Gulf and The Pacific Ocean.
The brutal winds of Yolanda took roofs and “bombed out” the insides of churches and smashed all the pews to smithereens. More than a week after Yolanda’s winds, I saw that Yolanda had parked a car and a Chevrolet pickup with the grilles against the ground. The trunk and pickup bed pointed up toward the sky, while the wheels rested on the side of a building.
Super Typhoon Yolanda, a year later, has reminded me of an Important Lesson Of Life: ”Live Life !”
I would emphasize : “Live Life With A Passion !”
Today is Saturday, November 8, 2014.
Tomorrow, at sun rise, my plan, is like the plan for today : “The sun is up. Time to make a cup of coffee and enjoy the day.”
by Samuel E. Warren Jr.
Johnny Leo Green, my cousin, was always a few years older than me. I spent most of my Life, “Hearing About”, rather, than having any time with my elusive older Texan cousin.
Around The Year 2000, I got a letter from Johnny telling me he had researched the Warren and Green family history. We exchanged some emails.
In 2011, I made “The Move” to Leyte, Republic of the Philippines. I didn’t figure the move would end email communications with my Texas relatives, after all, it is “The 21st Century” and the globe is “Wired” for “Global Communications” to the planet.
I was wrong.
There are places on Planet Earth where there is: No Broadband Signal, No Wifi Signal, and even an analog phone line, a Ham radio signal or a Morse Code key set is almost impossible to find.
There are places on Planet Earth in 2014 where “Electricity” is still more of an idea than a working reality. I have neighbors who use candles for light after dark or they simply go to bed early.
I had no idea that a barangay on the island of Leyte in the Republic of the Philippines would be a “Remote Location”; it can be.
Tanauan, Barangay Baras was “Remote” before Super Typhoon Yolanda, so the storm does not get the “Blame.”
In 2013, before Super Typhoon Yolanda, there were homes in Tanauan, Barangay Baras, which still did not have “electricity.” It was not uncommon to see a slender bamboo pole in the jungle propping up a power line. Nor, was it uncommon to see six to 10 electric meters on a wood or concrete pole.
Super Typhoon Yolanda only made the electricity and communications systems worse.
Yolanda tossed aside power poles like broken toothpicks or slung them out across the landscape. No doubt, some of the bamboo power poles are at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.
It was five months to the day that Yolanda struck before the electric company , responsible for our barangay, restored our “electricity.”
Yolanda totally “eliminated” the broadband service in my barangay. She took my broadband sensor on the long pole and slung it away. I still have some of the long useless cable.
“Wifi — The Only Game In Town.”
Like many people the “quick solution” is Wifi. I haven’t found Wifi to be that stable. I don’t like Wifi. Nonetheless, for now, I’m still doing the “Wifi” game because, literally, it is “The Only Game In Town.”
To date, I have searched the Internet and haven’t found a way to “Reconnect” with Cousin Johnny Leo.
I continue “The Long Lost Cousin Search.”
I am an October Scorpio. Scorpio is a Fixed Sign of the Western Zodiac. As a general rule, the “Fixed Signs” like to stay in touch with their families and relatives around the world. Genealogy, heraldry, family history and family ties are all important to most “Scorpios.”
My birthday and Halloween always makes me reflective to remember family and friends. Super Typhoon Yolanda, last year, emphasized the point that it is not wise to loose touch with family and friends.
If anyone knows my cousin, who worked in Port Arthur, Texas for several years, please, ask him to contact me on my “Samuel Warren” facebook page.
Look for the man in the photo in the blue United States Air Force uniform with The American Flag in the background.
I’d love to “Reconnect” with my Warren Family History and with my relatives in Texas.
Who Did Islam Kill Today ?
by Samuel E. Warren Jr.
The sun is shining.
I light my cigarette, sip my coffee and press the power on button on my laptop. The Internet connection is working and my selected web browser is working.
I slip in front of the laptop and look at the numerous “News” websites. Pick one.
Stars and Stripes
New York Times.com
It does not matter, which one I select, because when it comes to shocking international news, all of the global news organizations have journalists in place or enroute to the scene.
I am retired United States Air Force.
My friend, Dave Schad was a Pacific Stars and Stripes reporter.
I love my stories about American and Allied women and men in uniform.
First, I’ll check on Uncle Sam to make sure, the United States Government is Okay.
After I catch up on the “Stripes” news, then, I can select another news organization to find out how quickly The World Is Coming Apart.
While my web browser loads the page, I lean back, take a drag of my cigarette and sip my steaming cup of coffee.
I blow a smoke ring up at the ceiling and wonder aloud :
“Who Did Islam Kill Today ?”
Life has two facts you can always count on: (1) The sun will rise. (2) Islam will have “Murdered” someone.
Question Number Two always has an element of flexibility. Sometimes the overworked Muslims of Islam have an “Off Day” and might only “Kill” one or two people to put in a body bag.
Usually, the Muslims Of Islam are at “The Top Of Their Game” and they are “Killing people as fast as they can reload their AK-47s”, or “clean the blood off their scimitars to continue to ‘behead’ people.”
The Muslims Of Islam are diligent “Killing Machines.”
The Global Fairy Tale is “Islam” is a “Religion.”
The Reality is “Islam is a global criminal, terrorists’ propaganda lifestyle, which “sacrifices” poor, uneducated Arabs to satisfy the never-ending sadistic, psychotic, blood-lust of elder Islam leaders and their young proteges of destruction, doom and “Death.”
Old Islam religious and political leaders love to see the blood in the streets. Young Islam terrorists revolutionaries are “Hooked” on the constant blood lust from their scimitars, automatic weapons and explosives.
Old Islam religious and political leaders realize as long as they keep the younger Islamist “busy”, the young terrorists will not notice the obvious.
The elder Islamic religious and political leaders still get to enjoy their personal wealth which comes from the profits of global oil revenue.
King Abdullah of The Kingdom Of Saudi Arabia is elderly with a bad back and numerous wives, children and he still relaxes in his palace and doesn’t have to worry because as a young man he placed the National Guard under his “Direct Command” and eventually managed to “Assume Command” of ALL Saudi Arabian Armed Forces.
King Abdullah is not worried about the ISIS or ISIL terrorist because he “Controls” the conservative Sunni religion in the kingdom and possibly around the world.
The king is “Wise” enough to be able to fund ISIS and ISIL without a digital or paper trail leading back to his front door. Even the young ISIS and ISIL terrorists are smart enough not to “bite the hand that feeds them.”
Without King Abdullah’s covert contributions flowing in their direction, the young ISIS and ISIL terrorists would have to “Budget Their Bullets” and find it difficult to fight small Wars and still hunt for food.
King Abdullah does not have to worry about anyone trying to “Poison” his food because he is only surrounded by his most trusted Muslim employees.
Young ISIS and ISIL will never see King Abdullah astride a horse with his scimitar raised gleeming in the sunlight and leading the charge down the sand dunes into hordes of Infidels.
The king is elderly. Warhorses don’t come with chairlifts. To date, 2014, no one has been lead into battle by someone rushing ahead on a walker.
It is hard to imagine King Abdullah on a motorized power scooter with his scimitar raised to lead soldiers and tanks down the sand dunes charging into invasion forces.
King Abdullah’s falconer days are behind him.
Iran’s Supreme Leader Ali Khameni will not lead Iranian ISIS or ISIL forces into battle. Khameni is elderly and is surrounded by his most trusted Islam employees.
Khameni does not want “The Youth Of Islam” to realize he is a “Coward.” Khameni had his radical, revolutionary years in support of Grand Ayatollah Khomeini. A bomb changed him from “Fighter” to “Fearful.” He lost his “Courage” and the use of an arm.
Khameni realized to live Life like the Grand Ayatollah Khomeini, he had to leave the battlefield and let “Young Men” die in his “Wars For Islam.” He supports the Global Islamic ISIS and ISIL War effort by covert funding from Tehran.
Khameni is a Shiite Muslim. He does not have the financial resources to fight a sustained War against Saudi Arabia unless his ISIS and ISIL forces can gain complete “Control Of Iraq”, which would increase his oil profits.
The naive “Young Terrorists Of ISIS and ISIL” are being “Used” and “Wasted” by the Older Leaders Of Islam and they haven’t figured it out.
The Emir Of Qatar is not going to stand on top of a tank, raise his scimitar and lead forces into battle. The emir is overweight and aging toward Senior Citizen status. Thus, his “War Support” comes down to covert funding and eagerness to help ISIS and ISIL receive their weapons of War.
The naive fighters of ISIS and ISIL have, yet, to realize that their Middle East Islamic Leaders are not interested in “The Spread Of Islam”, but, in their “Own Personal Greed.”
The Old Islam Leaders sit back and smile. They watch the Younger ISIS and ISIL terrorists fighting, killing and dying against their Muslim neighbors.
Once the ISIS and ISIL forces take control, sometimes they “Behead” their captured Muslim commanders. None of the ISIS or ISIL commanders are smart enough to include the captured Muslim forces in their commands to fight with them and increase the size of their army into larger numbered armies, which could be deployed into other regions of the Middle East to conquer and take control.
Instead the Younger ISIS and ISIL forces are fighting, killing and dying, so once they have created enough Islamic States and Caliphates, then, Saudi Arabia or Iran will present them with the “Bill For War Supplies.”
If the Younger ISIS or ISIL Conqueror can’t “Pay Up”, then, the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia or Iran simply “Seizes The Assets” and all of the ISIS and ISIL tanks, aircraft, ships, women, munitions, explosives, slaves — all the wealth, then, becomes “The Property Of Saudi Arabia”, “The Property Of Iran”, or “The Property Of Qatar.”
The Younger ISIS or ISIL Conqueror will go from prince to pauper.
Saudi, Iran and Qatar will have stable, immense, well-rested military forces to move against a Younger ISIS or ISIL Conqueror, whose forces will be fragmented, battle-hardened, but War-weary.
In a matter of hours or weeks, Saudi, Iran or Qatar could vanquish the ISIS or ISIL Conqueror by mobilization of their forces and by an agreement that Hamas, Hezbollah, al-Qaida, the Taliban and Boko Haram forces would fight alongside their militaries.
ISIS and ISIL would be outmanned and outgunned and the Younger ISIS and ISIL Conqueror would find himself a prisoner of Saudi Arabia, Iran or Qatar awaiting his scheduled public execution.
Islam Loves To Kill.
The Question is Never: Did Islam Kill Anyone Today ?
The Question always comes down to : “How Many People Did Islam Kill Today Worldwide ?
Finally, my web page has loaded.
“Who Did Islam Kill Today ?”
I “Respect” Governor James Richard “Rick” Perry, of Texas.
Seldom do I have any use for American politicians. “Respect” is a quality I seldom associated with scumbag American politicians.
Since the Dawn Of The 21st Century, I believe more and more American politicians are becoming more and more related to and associated with Muslim jihadists’ terrorists camel humper scumbags.
Thus, I have little use for most American politicians.
I have absolutely no use for any Muslim on the planet.
I have lived long enough to know what a criminal and a terrorist looks like and sounds like — A Muslim — is a criminal and a terrorist !
I “Respect” Governor Perry because he is a Texan and an American.
His “Tour Of Duty” in “The Executive Mansion” proves he is his own man.
He served in the United States Air Force, which makes him an “American G.I.” and a military man.
It is “Stupid” to elect anyone to the position of “President Of The United States Of America” to discharge the duties of “Commander-In-Chief”, who did not don a uniform and at some point serve his or her country and fellow Americans.
America’s Founding Fathers were “Wise”, but even they could make mistakes.
The fact that America’s Founding Fathers did not make “Military Service” a requirement to serve as president is “The Worst Mistake”, which the Founding Fathers made.
Governor Perry is more “Religious” than I want a president to be.
I don’t do Religion.
However, Governor Perry is a Pisces — American President and General George Washington was a Pisces and it worked well for America.
Three Cheers for Governor Perry !
I hope he “Runs” for president in 2016.
America Needs Leadership.
Samuel E. Warren Jr.
The Lone Star State Governor. . .
Rides Again !
by Samuel E. Warren Jr.
I am a Texan.
Obviously, I am an American.
I am a Democrat.
I do not Defend Republicans.
I “Wish” I was an International War Crimes Prosecutor, I would spend my days, gathering evidence to “Award” a Gitmo Jail Cell to “Every Senior American Republican Official On The Planet” to include former GOP Presidents.
Texas Governor Rick Perry, a Republican, is “The Exception.”
He is a Texan.
The Universe creates an Immortal Race Of Rednecks, called, “Texans”.
A “Texan”, is independent, stubborn and almost always arrogant person. Arrogance doesn’t mean your “Wrong”; it does mean “Panty Waste People” will not like you. The positive trait of Arrogance is Confidence. Arrogant people are always Confidant people.
Governor Perry really came to the attention of “The World”, the “International News Media” and, no doubt, The White House, a few weeks ago, when he called up “The National Guard” to be deployed to the border between Texas and Mexico.
Governor Perry is again, in the news. This time, he has donned his Stetson and saddled up to “ride again.” This time his “Range War” is politics and mid-term elections.
He made a decision.
Texas Democrats are looking for votes and headlines.
Thus, Texas Democrats are trying to start a political brushfire, which will keep the governor from riding hard and fast into The White House.
Texas Democrats have shot themselves in the foot.
As governor, Mr. Perry is charged to serve, protect and lead, “The Citizens Of The Lone Star State — Texas.” In the footsteps of “The Legendary Immortal General Samuel Houston”, Governor Perry is doing just that.
Travis County is home to Austin — the capitol of Texas. “Politics ! Serious Politics ! The kind of ‘Serious Politics’ that impacts wallets, purses and retirement finances — Serious Politics !”
Travis County District Attorney Rosemary Lehmberg is a Democrat. Governor Rick Perry, is Republican and a potential 2016 GOP presidential candidate.
The problem is the district attorney had a drunk driving incident. The governor, evidently does not have a favorable opinion of people who drink or, at least, people who get in trouble, where the use of alcohol is involved.
The issue, as outlined in “The Media”, is the governor decided to stop State funds bound for Travis County, Texas. According to the news story, I read, the governor had told Miss Lehmberg if she did not step down, then, he would withhold state funds.
The Media and, of course, The Democrats have considered the governor’s statement , “A Threat.”
Without “Threats”, Religion would cease to function in America.
The Traditional American Religious Threat : “If you do not accept Jesus Christ as your personal Lord, Savior and Messiah, you will ‘Go Straight To Hell’ !”
Without “Threats”, Politics in America would grind to a halt.
“If you vote for Candidate A, you will regret it.”
Most “Threats” are just hot air, which someone who is upset has to get something off their chest.
The “Serious Threats” are the ones were people are willing to use some form of violence to get their way.
Governor Perry is entitled to his opinions in his personal Life. As governor, he does the job to the best of his abilities for citizens.
The governor might be harsh, in his opinion, on state employees and their use of alcohol. But, such an attitude would be his opinion. In his opinion, if he does not feel a state employee is doing their job, then, it is up to the governor to hold the person accountable.
When Travis County District Attorney Rosemary Lehmberg came home from the office, “If” a company of “Texas Rangers” had cordoned off her neighborhood and tanks of the Texas National Guard were rolling into the area around her home, while fighters of the Texas National Guard flew combat air patrol in the skies over her home — that would be “A Threat” — an obvious “Threat.”
The phony “Threat” being played out in the International News Media is “American Mid-Term Politics.”
Texan and American Democrats “Want” to shut down Governor Perry as a possible 2016 contender for “The White House.”
The American Republican Party is always “FULL” of idiots who should not be school crossing guards,yet, some of the morons make a run for The White House.
Texas Governor Perry is smart and tough.
If American Democrats were “Smart”, they would approach the governor about running as a Democrat for The White House in 2016.
Former First Lady Hillary Clinton is The Democrat’s Best Choice and The Democrat’s Best Front Runner.
The Former First Lady and Former American Secretary Of State made One Major Mistake.
“IF” she does not “FIX” the “Mistake” quickly and convincingly, she will never sit in “The Oval Office.”
The Mistake : Mrs. Clinton made public her objection to guns.
In America, you can have all kinds of wacky and off-the-wall views and people will just nod or walk by.
You “Threaten” The 2nd Amendment and Americans look at you.
You talk about “Taking Away An American’s Gun” and you can hear the round being chambered in their minds.
By the time you return home — every “Good Ole’ Boy” and every “Good Ole’ Girl” in the United States has already heard your “Threat”, the NRA has already mobilized their lawyers and media professionals.
The “Good Ole’ Boys” and The “Good Ole’ Girls” have already, cleaned, serviced and loaded their pistols, handguns, shotguns, rifles and other firearms and have sat down on the sofa with an ice cold beer to watch the evening news.
Americans Love Their Firearms
Americans “Respect” and know how to “Use” their firearms — Safely.
Only “Death” separates an American from his or her firearm.
I respect Mrs. Clinton. I believe she would be an outstanding American president. However, I am a ‘Good Ole’ Boy’.
I like the “Right To Have A Firearm” and as an “American, I have the right to own and use a firearm.”
If Mrs. Clinton, does not change her position on “The 2nd Amendment” I will not support or vote for her.
I would hope someone will approach Governor Perry to walk away and “Cross-over” from the half-wit, Bible-beating GOP.
By 2016, “The Muslim Horde Threat” Will Be The Real And Obvious Threat To The United States Of America and The World.
By 2016, it will be obvious to even “Slow-witted Americans that Islam The Global Criminal And Terrorists Movement is “NO Religion.”
If Americans do not have a “Strong Commander-In-Chief” in place to lead and destroy the invaders, then, America becomes a nations of religious idiots killing one another or pieces of Real Estate from sea to sea.
I can’t imagine a Texan, who will hand over their Stetson to wear a Turban.
Three Cheers for Governor Perry ! He is doing his job. Even if, you, don’t agree with him.
Democrats — Wake Up !
Time to attempt to “Recruit Governor Perry” to run as a Democrat in 2016.
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Lone Star State Governor Rick Perry — Astrodatabank
by Samuel E. Warren Jr.
The English word, “Tomboy” has two completely different meanings at two different places on planet: Earth.
In the United States Of America, the word, “Tomboy”, means a girl or woman, who might choose to wear clothes associated with a boy or man. The girl or woman is not one, who is especially fond of the color: Pink. The girl or woman, probably, grew up on a farm or in a large family of brothers, so she can eaisly defend herself. The girl or woman, based on the issues, she has faced in her life might tend to “Problem Solve” issues more like a man than a woman. The girl or woman is always independent and knows her place in the world. The girl or woman isn’t fond of frilly dresses, but she can slip on an evening gown and be as attractive as any girl or woman, who prefers to always choose the traditional, global lifestyle of a woman. In the United States Of America, the word, “Tomboy”, never, ever suggests, implies, or indicates a sexuality lifestyle.
In the Republic Of The Philippines, the word, “Tomboy”, ALWAYS means a ‘Sexuality’ choice. The word, “Tomboy” is understood to mean, “A Lesbian who chooses to live, dress and act like a man.”
In the United States, the word, “Tomboy” is never, ever understood to indicate sexual preference. Many girls and women in the United States have grown up in remote, distant, rural and challenging geographical settings from the wilderness of Alaska, to the dense woods of the Missouri-Arkansas Ozarks and other challenging climate and terrain.
As a result of their childhoods, American Girls and American Women simply got in the habit of putting on denim jeans and work shirts to deal with the daily issues of life. The same girl or woman can slip on a bikini or an evening gown and be as sexy, attractive and sensual as any American woman, who grew up surrounded by a “Sea Of Pink” and all of the traditional frilly accessories.
In the Philippines, the word, “Tomboy” always refers to sexual preference and lifestyle because The Asian World classifies and categories people based on their obvious sexual choices and lifestyles.
In the United States Of America, in the 1970s, The American Women’s Liberation Movement demanded American Women be treated as “The Equals” to American Men. The Women’s Lib Movement scored major successes for “Equality.”
I was a college student as the American Women’s Lib Movement got up and running in the early 1970s. I was not born handsome. I was not born rich. My attempt to try and date an American Girl or a young American Woman in the early 1970s was “A Living Hell.” American girls and American women were determined to make a statement to The World For All Time, so American girls and American women shrugged off American boys and American men like unwanted dandruff.
At the time, an American Girl or an American Woman might tell you she had little or no interest in the Women’s Lib Moment, but, that did not mean that she did not have an opinion based on the events, which seemed to unfold daily.
This unique period of time in American history was one of those times when, “Every American had their own personal opinion.” Americans all had their opinions about The American Civil Rights Movement and America’s Involvement in The Vietnam War and those opinions would cross race, political, religious lines. The American Women’s Liberation Movement established “The Gender Line” and “ALL Men were considered ‘The Enemy.'”
American Women, who were raised, educated and married into Republican families seemed to be The Only American Women who did not see men as ‘The Enemy.’
Canadian Woman, Helen Reddy’s, “I Am Woman” became The Gender Anthem Of American Girls And Women. The emotional and political intensity of the period, it is a “Miracle” that the “Equal Rights Amendment” was not passed.
The Gender Intensity Of This Period Of American History was so intense as a young man, I really felt that “The Battle Of The Sexes” might actually resort to women taking up firearms, ammunitions and munitions and moving forward to actually achieve either domination or demand total gender equality across the board in every daily issue from government, politics, religion, sex and economics.
The American Girl and The American Woman had reached their “Take No Prisoners” attitude and regardless, what happened with The ERA, American Society would be forever changed. The ERA stayed on the shelf and collected dust and storage.
American Society did change.
During the American Women’s Liberation Movement time period, some American English words changed their meanings through usage.
The American English word, “Gay”, before the 1970s, simply meant a person who was happy. During the 1970s, it was obvious, the word: Gay had changed to mean “Homosexual.”
The American English word, “Queer”, before the 1970s, simply meant someone who was “strange or different.” Often the usage of the word, “Queer” meant someone who was “Eccentric”, especially if the person was an older or elderly person. In the 1970s, the word, “Queer” became a definite derogatory term for a “homosexual person” or “homosexual persons.”
The American English word, “Tomboy” did not change.
Thus, American Women who wanted to indicate sexuality used the word, “Lesbian.”
‘The Heterosexual American Girls and American Women’, who grew up on farms and grew up fishing for food and a living, did not allow the word, “Tomboy” to change it’s meaning in the United States Of America.
I had many women relatives in the United States in the 1970s, who had grown up on farms and had worked alongside their dads, granddads, uncles and brothers in corn fields and sugar cane fields and these ladies did not stand for the word, “Tomboy” to take on a “Sexuality” or “Lifestyle Choice” meaning or definition. Obviously, my American Women relatives weren’t the only American Women who did not allow the meaning of the word, “Tomboy” to change.
By the time, I was stationed in the Pacific in the 1980s: it was obvious, the English word, “Tomboy” has a completely different meaning in Asia. In the various countries of Asia, which I have lived in and, definitely, in the Republic Of The Philippines, the English word, “Tomboy” ALWAYS refers to “Sexuality” and a conscious “Lifestyle Choice.”
Thus, if a woman tells you she is a “Tomboy.” To be certain of her meaning, ask if she means, “In the American English sense of the word, ‘Tomboy'” or “in the Filipino English sense of the word, ‘Tomboy.'”
Samuel E. Warren Jr.
Editor’s Note — I wrote this editorial on my Wedding Anniversary for my wife. I had problems logging into my Word Press blog accounts on that day. Thus, the editorial stayed on my hard drive until I could get logged into publish the article.
Word Press seems to have updated their publish system, since my last editorial, so the format of this editorial may look different than previous posts.
Samuel E. Warren Jr.
24th Wedding Anniversary
Today, Sunday, July 20, 2014, Christy Warren, my wife, celebrates her 24th Wedding Anniversary. Wait, a minute. . .my wife ? Holy Cow ! That means I’ve been married 24 years today also.
I need a minute.
Okay. The shock has passed.
I am surprised I am celebrating 24 years of marriage. I was a single man. I liked being a single man.
My first marriage was “Made In Hell.” Actually, I made the Supreme Mistake of walking down the alise of the neo-Gothic cathedral of The School Of The Ozarks at Point Lookout, Missouri, back in the late ’70s.
I made it a point to ‘Forget’ that so-called “Wedding Day.”
The Lesson Of My First Marriage was simple: I will Never, Ever get married again. Two-and-a-half miserable years of being “Locked” into “Holy Wedlock”, is the reason Why I Don’t Fear Hell. I spent everyday in Hell for two-and-a-half, long, miserable years. I dreaded sunrise each day.
Once my divorce was granted, I made myself “The Promise.”
The Promise was simple: “Never Again.”
At age 24, I won back my “Freedom.”
I never had any intention of ever getting married again.
I was “Free !” I was single, again.” I had a good job in the United States Air Force. Thanks to Uncle Sam, I do my job, salute smartly and I could travel the world. I did.
Again, I was a Single American. I was fortunately to be a Single American G.I. I loved my job in Public Affairs because I got to live my fantasy as “The Reporter.”
I lived to write. My mentor Master Sergeant took the time to really “Teach” me how to use a camera to take news photographs for the newspaper. I worked at it and became a photojournalist. I wrote the stories and shot the photos, which ended up in print in a base newspaper. My Life was complete. I was Whole. I was Happy.
The day came when Uncle Sam handed me a set of orders for duty in the Pacific. Hallelujah !
The Ozarks country boy ends up at Kadena Air Base, Okinawa. I had heard my father’s stories about World War II in the Pacific. I had heard other veterans War stories about duty in the Pacific. I did some interviews and published some of those stories. When Uncle Sam gave me the orders, I had my camera bag packed before my duffel bag and I was ready to catch the aircraft on the runway.
While stationed on Okinawa, I noticed and met some of the Most Beautiful Women On Planet Earth.
I met Koreans and Filipinas. I got a temporary duty assignment to the Kingdom Of Thailand, so I met beautiful Thais, Cambodian and Laotian women.
I was in my 20s and 30s, so I was as “Handsome” as I was ever going to be. Fortunately, the striking blue uniform and my Battle Dress Uniform made even an average looking guy like me appear like a handsome Hollywood heart throb.
Still, I had “No Intention Of Never, Ever Getting Married Again.”
At Clark Air Base, Republic of the Philippines, I fell in love with the tropical climate, the country, the base, and my job. I was a Single American G.I., whose blood flowed and his heart pounded, so I naturally noticed I was “Ground Zero” in the Pacific version of Heaven. Everywhere I looked — Filipinas.
A Single Man In Paradise surrounded by beautiful women realizes Life is more fun and meaningful when it is shared.
One Filipina caught my eye. Christy had a Farah Fawcett-Majors shag haircut. Her eyes sparkled. Her smile was diamond bright sunshine.
She wasn’t tall. Still, she caught my eye and I could see her as a “Playboy” or “Penthouse” centerfold in my mind.
Christy might have known two words in English. Language was definitely the barrier. I learned broken Tagalog and she busted through the barrier and learned English quickly.
One of the things I noticed about my future wife was her independence and sense of style. In the Asian culture, women usually are shy and taught to stay in the background. Christy was one of the few Asian women I had ever met, who did not do the cultural “Docile Routine.”
When it came to style, Christy had the eye of a fashion designer. She knew how to mix and match colors that caught my eye and made other men turn their heads.
We began to date. I suddenly realized, “Jackpot !”
I knew “If” I didn’t marry Christy I would always regret the decision. I wanted someone I could “Love” and share my Life with.
Women came and Women went. I was a single man. I knew, Christy was “The Woman!” I didn’t want to see her, “Go.”
She made me wait.
I kept at the job and wondered “If” she would take me up on my offer.
Friday, July 20, Nineteen Eighty Nine, the presses rolled. “The Philippine Flyer” came “Hot Off The Press !”
In the best tradition of American Newspaper Editors And Reporters, I had told Christy, “The newspaper comes first !”
My Wedding Day was scheduled to happen — after “The Philippine Flyer” came off the presses. Show Time was 10 a.m., at the Justice Of The Peace office at The Main Gate of Clark Air Base. I and everyone of my witnesses and people from my office were in position.
The only thing missing ? The Bride.
Christy was having “Second Thoughts.”
The clock ticks. Time passes.
I smiled a lot.
The smiles helped to hide my nervousness.
I remembered the stories about being “Left At The Altar.” I remembered Dustin Hoffman in the movie, “The Graduate.”
The witnesses were getting restless. The Justice Of The Peace did some more paperwork to pass the time.
I got restless.
At 1 p.m., my “Bride” walked through the door. Heaven retired an “Archangel” that day. Christy was a heavenly vision. She wore a simple white dress with the traditional Filipina “Imelda Marcos Filipina sleeves”, which rise an inch or two at the shoulder seam.
Filipina First Lady Imelda Marcos made the dress style internationally famous, so, at least, Military Americans got in the habit of describing the dress as “The Imelda Dress” or a Filipino dress with “Imelda sleeves.”
Christy wore her long hair up to create a bun at the back described as Chinese style. I describe her holding mechanism as “Chopsticks”, for lack of a better descriptive term.
Christy was “Perfect.”
24 Years Later — My Bride, Christy is still “Perfect.”
The only thing my bride lacked was “Wings.” I looked at her and my mind’s eye supplied the feathery, ivory angelic wings to match her dress.
“I do.” The two most important words I ever uttered in my life, I spoke that day.
When I die, I doubt I go to Heaven. I don’t care. I’m a redneck Texan. I grew up in the Hillbilly Ozarks. I am an arrogant American. I love my country and my flag.
The Texan Warrens and The Missouri Ozarks’ DeLongs taught me the most important thing in Life is to Live It and Love Your Family.
The Day I Step Out Of This Life and stand before God or Satan and am expected to make a statement about my life, I already know, what I will say:
“Sir, with all due respect, I enjoyed every second of my Life. I had the Best Mother any Son or Daughter could ever ask for.”
” I am grateful for my father. I hit the celestial jackpot of aunts and uncles when it came to DeLongs and Warrens. The Universe hit me hard at times in Life.”
“I am not a religious man. However, I got The Best Wife that any man, in the past, present or future, could ever imagine or ask for. Christy Saldana Warren might not have been an archangel, but, she has always been, My Goddess. My wife has always been my strength, my heart and my soul.”
“If this is Judgement Day; so be it ! I ain’t askin’ for ‘Squat.’ I just want The Universe, Yahweh, Jehovah, Allah, The Christian God and whatever other deities, real or imagined, which live in The Universe to realize I loved Christy Warren with my heart and blackened soul. I thank The Universe for my son, Samuel Ranilo Warren. I thank The Universe for my daughter, Donna Junea Warren.”
“My children have ‘The Best’ of their beautiful Filipina mother. I truly hope, my children have inherited some of the redneck arrogance, cynicism, skepticism, independence, stubbornness,and courage of their American Warren and DeLong ancestors and their ‘Hell-raising’ father, so they will achieve their own personal greatness in their lives.”
“Therefore, God, Satan, with all due respect,my Life is better than I could of ever hoped for. Faith, Hope, Beauty, Joy, Happiness — I had it all.”
“If you gentlemen dieties wanted me to suffer — you messed up ! I found ‘My Wife.’ I found ‘My Life.’ Christy Saldana Warren. I lived on the planet Earth. But, I Never really Lived until I woke up each morning and looked into Christy’s face.”
“My world. My Life. My Soul. I lived as a man. My wife completed me. No silly reward or No eternal punishment can ever separate my from The Love Of My Wife Christy On Earth.”
“Send Me To Heaven ! Send Me To Hell ! Cast My Atoms To The Far Reaches Of The Universe ! I will have the last smile. I had ‘The Best Mother Of Mankind.’ No Eternal Punishment Will Ever Torture My Sinner’s Soul because I had ‘The Best Wife Of Mankind’ — Christy Saldana Warren.”
In the United States, it is never easy to find the Love of another person.
In the Republic Of The Philippines, Love might be totally ignored because people are taught to believe in a God creature or his underling, rather than open their eyes and search for the soul that adds to or completes their Life.
My Life has taught me that Love is The Soul Who Completes You.
Christy has not always agreed with me. Christy, at times, has definitely disagreed with me. We have had our loud shouting matches at each other. However, I would never want to imagine My Life Without Her.
Thus, God or Satan — real or not — does not worry me. None of the deities of Mankind frighten me. Yahweh, Jehovah, Allah, The Christian God can all take a bus to Brooklyn and drown themselves in The Atlantic Ocean. I do not “NEED” or “WANT” any of the silly religious fantasies and mythologies of The World’s Old Tired Organized Religions.
I stood at “Ground Zero”, the day that Super Typhoon Yolanda, came to my barangay in the Philippines. I heard the winds howl. I saw the intense white light around the door frame. The door busts open three times. Three times I rushed put my shoulder to the door and closed it.
None of the phony Gods Of Mankind had ‘The Power’ to take me.
I love my wife and family. The phony Gods didn’t get me and they had their chance.
Super Typhoon Yolanda didn’t take me and I gave her three chances when I grabbed the door and shut it.
Thus, “If” I ever do stand before one of the false Gods Of Mankind or Satan, I will be respectful: I was born a Texan and “Respect” is ingrained in my DNA.
I will not “Fear” because I was raised in the Ozarks by a proud “hillbilly” mother, who taught me “Love IS Family” and “Family IS Always Love.” Relatives who betray you; aren’t family — they are just biological lifeforms who have a lot of the shared RNA and DNA.
Marriage can and does “Create A Special Mystical Strand Of RNA and DNA”, which flows through the blood and enhances the organs to evolve a human into a special, unique human, who lives for his or her family.
In the final analysis, I have, no doubt, I could look God or Satan in the eyes and present my final statements.
“My wife,Christy made me welcome each sunrise. Everyday with Christy was an adventure. We had our ups. We had our downs. We always had ‘The Love.’ Christy gave me two beautiful children, Samuel Ranilo Warren and Donna Junea Warren. The Universe knows ‘My Goddess’ is Christy Warren — my heart, my soul, and my Life.”
Thank You, Christy for 24 Wonderful Years Of Married Life. Thank You, Christy for 24 Years Of Life. Christy, You are “My Goddess.”
I love you, Christy.
by Samuel E. Warren Jr.
This photograph definitely gets your attention. The words under the bottom headline are a shock.
Where does a mob begin ?
Is a poster enough to encourage people to take up weapons and become a mob ?
Is a poster enough to generate the ‘Fear’ necessary to become a mob ?
Is this poster enough of a tool to inflame people to take action, which they would usually not consider ?
The words under the photograph suggests that the writer is putting out a “Threat.”
‘The Threat’ suggests the writer is ‘A Terrorist In The Making.’ When you boast that you stand ready to commit ‘Mass Murder’, then, the only logical conclusion is “Terrorism.”
The fact that the poster seems to have been posted to the Internet in the United States, suggests the writer is a “Domestic Terrorist.”
The fact that the writer posted the poster on the Internet on an international social media channel like facebook makes the writer an “International Terrorist”, especially since ‘The Threat’ is directed at the United Nations an international body.
“To any soldiers from any nation, including our own.” The boastful writer is up to challenge the nations and the military forces of the world.
“If you put on the blue helmet of the United Nations and come to the United States, you have made yourself our target.” This sentence should get the original writer listed with Interpol as an international terrorist. The statement should get the original writer in the United States listed as a ‘Domestic Terrorist’, because the writer states: “. . .our target.”
The Real Lie comes in the next sentence. “It is our solemn duty as American Patriots to kill you.”
American History is full of American Patriots. Arlington National Cemetery is full of American Patriots. Cemeteries around the United States are full of American Patriots, who gave their lives in service to their country and their fellow citizens.
The original writer is ‘No American Patriot.’ The original writer is a frightened and scared person, who is using their ‘Fear’ to try and get support from other Americans and to scare people on the other side of the United States and Mexico border, so they will stay in Mexico.
This poster is a ‘Fear’ tactic.
The poster is a “Terror” tactic.
If someone in Mexico, views this poster, the message is ‘If’ you sneak across the border, then, expect some type of ‘Terror’ lurking on the other side of the border.
The writer might of thought that the words might generate some ‘Terror’ to United Nations troops, which might be assigned ‘Peacekeeping’ duties along the border in the United States. Someone should tell the writer: “Military troops don’t scare easily. Plus, United Nations troops are often military troops, who have been on active duty in their own countries, so they are military professionals who are experienced in various situations.
Despite the arrogant bravado, the unknown writer is ‘No American Patriot.’
American Patriots are the men and women of the United States Armed Forces, who wear the uniform and carry out their duties on behalf of their fellow citizens. American Patriots are those Americans, who volunteered or got ‘Drafted” and served in the military in combat.
American Patriots are those Americans, who were held as Prisoners Of War in World War I, World War II, the Korean War and the Vietnam War.” American Patriots are those Americans who endured and returned from the POW Camps. American Patriots are those Americans who died in combat. American Patriots are those Americans who are still listed as POWs, who were not returned after one of the Wars.
American Patriots are those Americans, who enlisted after ‘The Draft’ went away and America introduced ‘The All Volunteer Military.’ American Patriots are those Americans, who always do their best to help family and friends.
American Patriots don’t always wear a uniform and serve in the military. America has more than her fair share of Civilian American Patriots, who work in their communities to make life better for everyone.
American Criminals are selfish, greedy, sanctimonious, bullies and thugs, whose mission in life is to make their life better.
The original writer is No American Patriot and since the writer has made a ‘Threat’ to kill, the writer has put himself or herself in the category of ‘Conspiracy.’
The document suggests that an ‘Assassin’ is lying in wait for a target.
Since it has been more than 24 hours since this poster was first posted on the Internet, it is a safe bet that America’s law enforcement and intelligence community is already aware of the initial posting and the outspoken, original writer is being watched.
Guess, he or she did not realize that the United States Government had more than 200 Federal law enforcement and intelligence agencies on the books before the creation of the Department Of Homeland Security.
Naturally, you have to factor in that all 50 states have some type of state troopers or highway patrol officers. Then, you factor in all the states have numerous counties with sheriff’s departments and American cities, large and small, have police departments.
The original writer should feel nervous because now he or she will be watched closely by dozens of eyes sporting badges and intelligence credentials.
When the smiling sheriff comes up to this person at a basketball or football game and puts out his hand is the sheriff going to shake the person’s hand or is the sheriff ready to bust out the handcuffs ?
The original writer’s copy continues the ‘Threat.’ “We may not wear uniforms. We may not have much military training.” These two sentences suggest that the original writer has entered the realm of terrorist.
Terrorists don’t wear uniforms, so they can blend in unseen in among citizens. Terrorists, however, since the ’60s have been smart enough to find ways to receive military training.
The next sentence is alarming. “But we will have no pity on you.” This sentence suggests that the original writer is ready to be a terrorist. The word choice of ‘Pity’ is interesting, to me, it suggests the original writer has religious beliefs.
Study after study, suggests that sadistic and psychotic killers have no real grasp on ethics or morals, so such a person would probably not write about pity.
The last line is definitely aimed at putting ‘Fear’ into the reader. “Your body may or may not never be found.” This sentence is the proverbial last nail in the coffin. The original writer may or may not have a body disposal plan or method in mind, but it suggests that the killer or killers will feel no remorse at their act.
The trite greeting of “Have A Nice Day,’ is an outdated cliché, which other than being a possible insult serves no purpose.
The photograph and the words under the picture have been an image that has stuck in my mind for more than 24 hours. I can’t believe any American would be so inhumane. I can’t believe any American would be so cold-blooded.
I can believe many Americans are upset about the numbers of people coming over the southern border into the United States.
A sudden influx of people is a surprise to any nation’s economy. Nations are always hesitant and reluctant to accept War Refugees because of the large numbers of people and families who flee combat. Still nations adapt. Services get provided.
The United Nations is one of those organizations, which is suppose to represent ‘The Best Of Humanity.’ The UN attempts to provide humanitarian and compassionate services to citizens around the world. The initial mission was ‘Peacekeeping.’ To date, the United Nations has been successful at ‘The Prevention Of World War III.’
The UN never gets credit for keeping a War from happening. The UN does often get the ‘Blame’ when a War does erupt in some part of the world. The success or failure of the United Nations in any situation always relies on the member nations. Nations have their own security and political agendas, which do not always go hand in hand with the interest of the United Nations and the countries represented.
The United States has not always seen eye to eye with the United Nations. Nonetheless, the UN has been instrumental in getting nations to work together or, at least, to talk to one another. The UN does provide humanitarian services to people around the world, which helps to make a difference in someone’s life or their families.
It is insane to believe an American would shoot at a UN Peacekeeper.
I have confidence that the United States and Mexico will find some working solutions to the border issues.
For someone to have the audacity and vulgarity to design and post such a poster for the world to see is a barbaric regression to the Days Of Adolf Hitler. To use the word, “We”, and suggests that others are also ready to engage in criminal and terrorist acts is a slip back into the “Days Of Cold War Hysteria.”
I would like to believe the original writer had simply had an extreme gungho moment. Perhaps, he or she had seen the ’84 version of “Red Dawn” and the 2012 “Red Dawn” remake. In the first movie, Moscow and the Soviet Union were the bad guys. In the second movie, North Korea gets to be the bad guy.
The 20th Century version is a ‘Cold War Era’ movie. The Berlin Wall had not come down. Moscow and Washington D.C., were not in the habit of talking to one another.
The 21st Century version is less obvious. However, every spring as a Rite of Spring, the North Korean dictator seems to feel the need to threaten the United States. Perhaps, it is the North Korean version of “Easter” – time to threaten the United States.
Both of the ‘Red Dawn’ movies display the idea of “American Patriots.” The United States has been invaded. The Spirit Of The Founding Fathers rises up and the teenagers in both movies do what they have to do to survive and battle the enemy.
The controversial photographic poster is not a statements by patriots; it is a challenge from confused and frightened people who are threatening domestic and international terrorism.