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Long Lost Cousin Search

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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.

“The Move”

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.

“Remote Location”

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.

Samuel E. Warren Jr. Oil Painting by FotoSketcher

Samuel E. Warren Jr. Oil Painting by FotoSketcher

I’d love to “Reconnect” with my Warren Family History and with my relatives in Texas.

Thank you.

Sam

Isolation

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Isolation

by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

Isolation is one of the dumbest ideas of the human race.

You have those times in Life where you think you "Want" to be "Isolated" from your fellow humans.

You don’t.

What you want is time to step back, take a breather, refocus your mind and "Get Back In Your Life."

Isolation is not possible in "Your Life" on a day to day local basis or even in your day to day role as a Citizen Of Planet Earth.

Once you emerge from the womb, You give up "The Isolation Of Your Life."

However, even the isolation in the womb is a fantasy because the emerging child is "Connected" to the mother. Once you emerge from the womb, You are truly "Connected" to the world.

I find the comments of news stories humorous whenever they suggest that the United States should be "Isolated" or revert to the old policies of "Isolationism" because the idea "NEVER WORKS."

As a person, you can find ways to "Shut Yourself Away From The World" for a few hours or a few days.

If you dare, you can shut off your cellphone.

I have had my moments of "Privacy."

Once I even took a few days military leave just to take a "Breather" from the Normal Daily Human Rat Race. I stocked up on coffee and cigarettes. I was in my artistic phase and wanted the time to work on my own comic book idea.

I had my white, bond paper, my Number 2 lead pencils, ruler, protractor and my imagination. I sat in my off base apartment and "drawed" for a couple of weeks. I had a roommate, so I wasn’t completely alone. However, he had a job, so he was gone, during the days.

After a few days, I began to experience "Cabin Fever." I had separated myself from the world. Yet, it seemed like the world was closing in on me.

I had become a monastic monk in Bossier City, Louisiana and wasn’t even watching TV or the evening news.

In ’82, we humans still had a "Caveman Culture" because computers were still several hundred dollars for the "Game Geeks" and the aspiring bureaucratic administrators of the world.

Telephones were still devices that sat on a piece of furniture. In movies, you see rich characters out in LA, who have their "Car Phones", but most of the telephones were in homes, phone booths and office buildings around the planet.

The Grandparents Of The Cellphone, Facebook And Twitter Generations were usually ham radio station operators or truckers, who loved their "Citizen’s Band radio." America’s truckers, who roll the 18-wheel semi tractor trailers across the nation from coast to coast had their "CBs."

The fad spread and the "Good Ole Boys Of America" would hang a CB beneath their dash in their farm pickups and their hunting pickups and CBs were "The Rage" until the car phones evolved and ended the market.

Isolation, as a person was easier to carry out in ’82.

However, the idea of "Isolation" is stupid because you should never "Unplug From Your Life", regardless of the reason. Life is "Too Precious." Life is "Too Short."

Throughout US History, Americans tend to "Freak Out" and call for the United States to revert to the stupid policy of "Isolationism."

In World War I, Americans sat on the continent, while the "World Burned." Once the oceanliner"Luisitania" was sunk at sea; Americans realized, "You Can Not Hide From War." War will find you.

In World War II, Americans sat on the real estate. The World Bleeds And Burns. Egomaniac Emperor Hirohito Of Japan crossed the line — "He Stabbed America In The Back."

Pearl Harbor was "An Act Of Cowardice Carried Out On The Orders Of A Half-Blind, Runt Madman." It happened on a Sunday, when that era of Americans would be in church.

America’s World War I policy of "Isolationism" failed. The end result is America had to play "Catch Up" and people had to make sacrifices to attempt to enjoy their day to day lives.

America’s World War II policy of "Isolationism" failed. The end result was Americans were really behind the power curve and had to play "Catch Up" to hope they would survive the War.

For those Americans who are naive enough to believe "The United States Of America Can Ever Be ’Isolated’ From International Affairs", here, is a piece of advice: "Wise Up."

The United States land mass is too large to be overlooked. America has always been a "Nation Of Immigrants", so to believe that immigrant Americans are going to turn their backs while their former homelands are in flames is just silly.

Even Americans, who emerge from the womb on a real estate location in the United States cannot afford to ignore International Affairs. Granted, the old Cold War rhetoric of a Chinese tank rolling through San Francisco may not seem logical in the 21st Century.

The old Cold War rhetoric of Soviet troops from Moscow parachuting into pastures in Stone County, Missouri may not seem that realistic in the 21st Century.

The reality is technology has made the planet smaller.

The irony is people don’t really "Talk" or communicate with one another anymore because the blurbs encouraged by social media plays on people’s busy schedules and the cliche mentality of people.

We "Talk" or "Text" on cellphones, but those communications are more like "Slogan Slinging" and not real conversations.

The Facebook and Twitter "blurbs" are essentially "Sophisticated Cave Man Grunts" that allow us to pretend we are "Connected" with the people around us and our world.

In the ’50s,60s,70s, and 80s, people would sit at kitchen tables, in their living rooms or at a bar and cuss and discuss the affairs of the world. Usually the conversations would pass time and provide an exchange of ideas. Sometimes the conversations might get "emotional" or "heated", but you always came away with an outlook, a viewpoint and a feeling that other people also cared about life on the planet.

Now, people "Slogan Sling" cliches on facebook, twitter and "Pretend" they are communicating with one another.

As a Citizen Of Planet Earth, you can look forward to "Future Isolation" in a graveyard plot with a headstone. Then, again, since you might be buried next to someone else — you can not even expect "Isolation" in the graveyard.

As a Citizen Of Planet Earth, forget the "Isolation" silliness and enjoy your life.

As a Citizen Of Planet Earth, realize that it is "Stupid" to believe that international affairs going on in The Capitols Of The World each morning have an effect on your life, directly or indirectly.

The History Of The Nations Of The World point out that "War Is The Way Of The World." Sooner or later, a nation or nations resort to War.

Don’t kid yourself. War isn’t going away.

You can whine that the United States Government should not care about the state of War in Syria. You might have a valid point. However, the inevitable outcome of the Syrian Civil War will affect the international affairs of the United States.

You can get upset that the United States Government has taken a position on Crimea and the Ukraine, but the actions by Russia will affect American policy, which always manages to translate into domestic events that can impact the economy in a positive or negative way.

The US Government is not going to step away from international affairs because paranoid Americans want to believe that stepping back from global affairs will improve the local economy.

Uncle Sam refuses to do "Isolation" because nations that become "Isolated", eventually become the real estate of another country.

Pay attention to the news each day, so that when the time comes that War is the reality, you will be prepared to survive.

Isolation does not work.

Isolation does not work for nations.

Isolation will not work for You. Go ahead, take the risk: Enjoy your life.

Shame Email

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Editor’s Note: Facebook Family and Friends, I got an email from a reporter friend about an article that will seize your emotions. If you have an iota of humanity, compassion or kids — then, you SHOULD read the email that I posted on my "Sam I Am Blog" because it looks at what a Filipina reporter witnesses as the differences in two cultures in response to a National Tragedy. The focus of the article begins with the sinking of the South Korean ferry and the "teenage lives" lost in the tragedy.

Editor-In-Chief

Samuel E. Warren Jr.

Shame
SKETCHES By Ana Marie Pamintuan (The Philippine Star) | Updated May 2, 2014 – 12:00am

A day after a ferry carrying hundreds of high school students sank on its way to a resort island in South Korea, my lunch meeting with a Korean expat was canceled.
Earlier this week a Korean told me why: their entire nation is mourning for the dead and missing in the sinking of the ferry Sewol, and people consider it inappropriate to enjoy fine meals or entertain in restaurants. Concerts and other fun activities have also been canceled.
While business is down in South Korea as a result, the situation is expected to persist as the retrieval of bodies moves slowly. Retrieval has been difficult, I was told, because of an unusually rapid tidal current or stream at the site that can move at around 20 kilometers per hour, compounded by stormy weather and icy waters.
The Koreans are considering raising the ferry from the seabed, but the logistics are daunting particularly because of that rapid stream, even for a nation that is home to three of the world’s largest shipbuilding companies (Hyundai, Samsung and Hanjin heavy industries).
“We are so ashamed,” a Korean expat lamented to me recently, citing the behavior of the ship crew, their government’s response and the regulatory failure that contributed to the tragedy. The expat said it is a painful learning experience for Koreans.
For a number of Pinoys, on the other hand, the Korean government’s response is impressive enough along with the nationwide mourning and public expressions of remorse and shame over one maritime accident.
South Korea’s prime minister apologized and resigned over the disaster, while the vice principal of the students’ high school, who was rescued from the ferry, was found hanging with his belt from a tree near the school gym.
The fisheries minister and coastguard chief spent an entire night with angry parents in a tent on the beach explaining their agencies’ responses to the disaster. The deputy coastguard chief was also taken to the tent from his temporary office by irate relatives of the victims.
President Park Geun-hye herself, her popularity sagging in the wake of the accident, has publicly apologized for her government’s “insufficient first response” and failure to curb the regulatory “evils” that contributed to the disaster.
Some reports said the addition of cabins on several decks to accommodate more passengers made the 20-year-old ferry unstable in the powerful current. The ship, which carried 476 people, was reportedly overloaded.
The ferry captain – among the first to be rescued by responding coastguard personnel – and 14 of his crew have been arrested. The billionaire owner of the company that operated the ship is under investigation. The offices of his company and its affiliates were raided and documents confiscated as a probe got underway on the group’s finances.
Maritime regulators are also under investigation not only for administrative lapses but also for possible corruption. There is suspicion that regulators colluded with the company for the modifications that made the vessel top-heavy and unstable.
Compare this with what happens when a ferry sinks in our country. When the ferry Doña Paz collided with the oil tanker Vector off Marinduque on Dec. 20, 1987, it took 16 hours for rescuers to arrive, by which time most of the passengers and crew had drowned, died in the explosion and fire from the cargo of gasoline and other petroleum products on the Vector, or devoured by sharks in Tablas Strait.
Because of the inaccurate ship manifest, there is still no verified number of the dead and missing, estimated at 4,386.
It took more than a decade for the official probe to be completed, with Doña Paz owner Sulpicio Lines and Caltex Philippines, which chartered the Vector, absolved of liability. The Vector was found at fault and ordered to indemnify the victims.
I don’t remember anyone, however, being arrested, tried in court or publicly apologizing for the tragedy, considered the world’s worst peacetime maritime disaster. No maritime or regulatory official was punished, suspended or fired. No one resigned, much less committed suicide.
We can argue that Korean society is different, but this is not only a cultural thing. Our problem is also systemic. The Doña Paz disaster failed to result in dramatic reforms in our maritime industry. After the collision, we still saw deadly maritime accidents almost every year, in fair weather or foul, with several of the ships also owned by Sulpicio Lines.
The deep sense of shame can be found in other societies. Yesterday in California, for example, Mike D’Antoni quit as head coach of the Los Angeles Lakers after two seasons of unimpressive performance by the team.
In our country, those in charge of sports development have clung to their posts through many years of unimpressive performance by Philippines athletes, including their worst ever in the Southeast Asian Games.
All natural disasters here are dismissed as acts of God, with no one taking responsibility for failing to mitigate the impact, such as by preventing illegal logging.
In any disaster, the immediate response is to pass the buck, to deny responsibility. Remember what happened in the Rizal Park hostage mess. In the end it was an official who wasn’t even there during the fiasco, Manila Mayor Joseph Estrada, who had to apologize to Hong Kong for the deaths of their tourists.
Crooks in government, even when presented with incontrovertible evidence of wrongdoing, will never admit it all the way to their grave, and will be sorry only that they got caught.
Suicide? Homicide is more likely; woe to whistle-blowers.
Shame? Not in this society. Some of the individuals accused of plunder (plus an ex-convict) and other high crimes even hobnobbed with US President Barack Obama at a pricey Malacañang dinner paid for by Pinoy taxpayers.
In our society, thieves and those responsible for public misery never say sorry or quit. They aspire for high office, and they often win.

Your Birthday Editorial by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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The Most Sacred Day Of Your Life

Your Birthday

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Elson Tanhale celebrated his 15th Birthday, Saturday, April 6, 2013. Your Birthday should always be a special day that you celebrate. Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

 

by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

Your Birthday is the most unique and special day of all.

 

Before you were born, no one ever celebrated “Your Birthday.”

 

Once you die, it is doubtful, anyone will celebrate, observe, commemorate, or even honor “Your Birthday.”

 

Once you have died, family, friends and relatives,in time, will forget “Your Birthday.”

 

I, Samuel E. Warren Jr., am the Self-Appointed and Self-Anointed “Your Birthday Prophet” Of Planet Earth. My calling is to remind you to never “blow off” or “ignore” Your Birthday

 

The Citizens Of The World love holidays. Holidays are a legitimate excuse to party.

 

Saturnalia

 

Christmas is One Of The World’s Oldest Holidays.

 

It is a Lie to say Christmas celebrates The Birth Of Jesus Christ; it does not. Christmas is an ancient winter celebration.

 

The Christmas holiday originally honored The First God Of Rome Saturn, who ruled generation, plenty, wealth, agriculture, endings,new beginnings and liberation.

 

The Roman Saturnalia Feast ran from December 17 through December 23.

 

Early Christians simply “stole” the holiday and “hijacked” it to December 25.

 

Christmas has always been celebrated and will probably always be celebrated because winter is a cold, dank,dark,dismal, depressing time at the end of the year.

 

People from antiquity to the present need to reassure themselves winter will end and a new year will begin with promise and warmth.

 

Christmas, the winter holiday, serves the logical purpose based on centuries of tradition and historical survival of the human race.

 

Christmas is simply The Global Holiday That Confirms Human Life Will Survive Winter’s Death Of Cold And Ice To Feel The Warmth Of Spring And The Continuance Of Life.

 

Civil Rights’ Leader’s Birthday

 

The Reverend Martin Luther King Jr’s Birthday became a legal Federal United States holiday to celebrate the birthday of the American Civil Rights Leader and Baptist preacher.

 

I was a boy, when the reverend was going around the United States making his speeches and preaching sermons that made people nervous and uncomfortable.

 

April 4, 1968 – Opal M. DeLong Warren, my mother, had got in the old white 1962 Chevrolet stepside pickup to go up the road and visit Grandma DeLong and Uncle Richard. I had decided to stay home and do homework in front of the TV.

 

April 4, 1968 – A few minutes after Momma left the familiar CBS News black and white eye logo filled the TV screen and I looked at the words, “Special Bulletin.” I do not recall, the actual words, but the report stated that the Reverend Martin Luther King Jr., had been shot.

 

America as a nation seemed to fight The US Civil Rights Movement “tooth and nail” every step of the way. Even as a young boy, I knew if the Reverend King died from an assassin’s bullet. “All Hell Would Break Loose.” I was right.

 

Five days of race riots broke out in Washington D.C. The evening news reported riots in other American cities like Chicago and Baltimore for several days after King’s assassination.

 

King, a Baptist preacher, had made some powerful enemies. He was assassinated. Riots destroyed American businesses, homes and people died in the social change process that would move America beyond the policy of segregation

 

The irony is in 2013, people get the legal holiday of Martin Luther King Jr.’s Birthday “off from work” and few, if any, stop to consider the meaning of the legalized birthday holiday.

 

General Washington’s Birthday

 

When I was a little boy General George Washington’s Birthday on February 22 was a legal Federal United States holiday.

 

When I was a little boy Abraham Lincoln’s Birthday on February 12 was a legal Federal holiday.

 

Americans got two legal Federal “days off from work with pay” in the short month of February.

 

The Lame

President’s Day

Birthdays

American leaders in the 1970s decided it would be better to “prostitute all the presidents’ birthdays together” and celebrate one holiday for all of them called “President’s Day.”

 

Thus, Americans could honor a creative, revolutionary Renaissance Man like General George Washington, but the day got diluted with the inclusion of Loser Lincoln the political patsy and pawn of The American Civil War.

 

Even President Herbert Hoover, the portly president could be honored on “President’s Day.” Hoover’s presidential incompetence during The Great Depression may always be debated by historians.

 

Portly, Porky President Herbert Hoover is on the public record, of giving “The Order” to the use of United States Armed Forces against World War I military veterans.

 

Republican Herbert Hoover gave “The Order” to use “military force against his own citizens,” which kicks him to the historical curb next to Dictators Joseph Stalin, Adolph Hitler, Emperor Hirohito, Saddam Hussein.

 

Why would any American want to celebrate “President’s Day” when one of the historical honorees is a incompetent politician who “authorized” the use of military force to “put down” or “kill off citizens’ who made the leader uncomfortable?

 

I always took “the work day off”, but Republican Presidents Theodore Roosevelt and Ronald Reagan are the only Republican presidents that I respect and acknowledge their birthdays.

 

Most of America’s Republican presidents I view as “Crooks”.

 

I cuss and curse American Republican Presidents, but I will never “celebrate, observe or honor the dismal days they took their first breath of air.”

 

The bad thing about America’s “Presidents’ Day” is it lumps American Democrat Presidents’ birthdays together with the birthdays of the Republican “Crooks”.

 

Thus, Your Birthday in the future could easily get dumped into a national observance of some of “the biggest crooks that ever lived” if you ever get elected to The White House.

 

There are 365 days in a year. The number of days in a leap year is 366. As time goes by and more people get elected to the Office Of President Of The United States Of America, each person will have their own birthday.

 

Already more than 40 people have served as president of the United States and the number approaches 50; which means at some point if every presidential birthday was a “legal holiday”, then, the time would come when people could legally take off 365 to 366 days and the result is no one would work for a year.

 

American Presidents are controversial in their Administrations and often the place they earn in history.

 

I believe Abraham Lincoln’s Birthday should always be celebrated as “National Fool’s Day”, instead of “April Fools Day” on April 1.

 

Lincoln, the dumb old country boy became America’s Political Patsy and the ultimate “Sacrificial Scape Goat.”

 

Lincoln was more a political puppet of his political party and the business people, who made fortunes in the American Civil War.

 

I believe President Herbert Hoover’s Birthday should always celebrate National Toilet Tissue Month.

 

As chief executive of the United States, Herbert Hoover was “full of it.” The American economy collapsed and sucked other nations into the global economic sinkhole.

Naturally in retirement, Hoover and supporters claimed he had all these great ideas to “Stop” or “Slow” The Great Depression.

 

However, On the job, in The Oval Office, Hoover, the self-made millionaire sat on his portly rump and watched his nation “Go Broke.”

 

Hoover’s Administration, like toilet tissue served a purpose. Once used – toilet tissue becomes “waste.” The Hoover Administration was “waste”; it allowed citizens to suffer, lose their livelihoods, homes and businesses, while an incompetent politician sat on his rump, rather than take aggressive action and do what was needed to stop or slow The Great Depression.

 

Hoover had no problem giving “The Order” to use the military force of The United States Armed Forces against World War I veterans exercising Freedom Of Speech and Freedom Of Assembly; thus, he would not of lost sleep violating The Constitution Of The United States Of America to save the economy. The fact that he did not take aggressive action suggests Hoover was either a fool or had no ideas.

 

Since an American President can be such a controversial celebrity in their lifetime; Congress rather than trying to choose the birthdays of Great American Presidents to be celebrated simply decided to dump the trash in with the gold and create “President’s Day” – a really lame Federal holiday.

 

If you are a politician, then, people in your lifetime and after your death, may choose not to celebrate Your Birthday.

 

Your Birthday might even become a paid Federal holiday that people “take off” and never even consider, who you were or what you did.

 

In the present, You should always celebrate Your Birthday because everyone only gets so many birthdays, which serve as the recognized anniversary of your birth.

 

You can celebrate your birthday with a single candle on a cupcake.

 

You might be able to arrange a monumental news making celebration that has television networks on scene and people streaming the celebration to facebook, twitter, You Tube and writing about Your Birthday festivities in their blogs.

 

Regardless, of how you decide to celebrate or observe Your Birthday – you should always celebrate Your Birthday.

 

Once you die people may forget Your Birthday, worse yet they may prostitute it by combining it with a legendary collection of global fools, freaks and clowns, who should be “forgotten” and not honored.

 

The Most Special Holiday Of Your Life

 

In your lifetime, Your Birthday should be The Most Special Holiday Of Your Life because it represents the anniversary of your birth and recognizes that each passing year is bringing progressive change into your Life.

 

Whenever possible, legally take Your Birthday “off from work” to observe your special day.

 

No one really wants to work on their birthday. The day you were born, you were moving your arms, hands, legs, feet and trying to experience the new sensation of Life; you were not worried about your contribution to The Global Workforce Of Humanity.

 

Wherever you are in the world, you should always celebrate Your Birthday.

 

Different nations and cultures have different ways to celebrate Your Birthday. Whenever feasible celebrate Your Birthday your way because it is your day.

 

Why was I born on this particular day ?

 

A person’s birthday is always the most underrated day of their Life because no one really stops to consider: “Why was I born on this particular day ?”

 

There are 365 to 366 days in a year. Obviously, the intimate relationship between your mother and father led to your creation, but that is not Your Birthday because sometimes an infant is born early.

 

Sometimes an infant is born late.

 

Sometimes medical professionals from midwives to surgeons are required to bring you into The Real World to begin Your Birthday.

 

No birth is ever an “accident.”

 

The situations surrounding your birth might be unique, out of the ordinary, unusual or appear to be “unexpected” (which is a kind of silly word to use for a pregnancy, since a pregnant woman is almost always noticeably “with child”,i.e.. pregnant.).

 

The day of your birth is NOT coincidental, happenstance, chance,dumb luck, or a gamble of the flow of time, nature and biology all coming together at a precise time.

 

Every birth is monumental.

 

Every birth is unprecedented.

 

Every birth is legendary.

 

Every birth is unique because there is only one of you.

 

Even a clone is not a precise replica of a lifeform.

 

The Immortality Of A Birthday

 

Once you die, The Universe does seem to “Remember Your Birthday” because an event of your lifetime will come to light within a few days of Your Birthday.

 

The Birthday Fact tends to be noticeable in the Lives Of Famous People, who have died, but, if you will pay attention to the birthday of a Loved One in your family who has died; you should notice within a week to three days before their birthday, usually, an event or situation will happen that will tend to provide information about the person’s Life.

 

If you want to experiment with The Birthday Immortality Experiment, go online and look up Elvis Presley’s Birthday, then, research news releases and the information that came to Life, after his Death, near or on his birthday.

 

Granted, in the case of celebrities, family, friends, fans and publicists can time the release of information to coincide with a birthday.

 

Look at the event and the information that became public knowledge.

 

The revelation of information, an item, or an event around the time of a birthday is not always positive. Usually family, friends, fans and publicists release positive information;

 

Fate, The Universe, An Intelligent Universal Entity, or the progress of Time does not seem to judge Positive or Negative – the event just reveals the information, item or event and let’s people decide the classification.

 

Besides The Birthday Of Elvis Presley, research the birthdays of other famous people, who have died, and notice the revelations about their Lives that came to light, near or on their birthday. Then, you may wish to research the information within your own family. (Perhaps, at long last the family will finally discover Great Aunt Tillie’s Long Lost Jewels.)

 

Family and friends might “forget” Your Birthday.

 

You should never “forget” or “blow off” Your Birthday.

 

Your Birthday is Your Immortal Eternal Torch That Burns Unmolested Throughout The Night Of Humanity.

 

Enjoy Your Birthday !

 

There is only one of you alive at any given point in history, the present, or the future of The Universe – You are Unique.

 

Your Birthday is the Immortal Point Of Origin Of Your Existence In The Real World.

 

Always honor, observe and celebrate Your Birthday.

 

Try to make sure Your Birthday will not be “prostituted” after your death.

 

Be selective in your choice of friends that you choose to share your birthday with.

 

Christmas and all the holy days converted into holidays will probably always be observed and celebrated because human nature is always looking for a reason to party.

 

In your lifetime, there should be events and even “public” holidays that will hold a special meaning or purpose to you.

 

Enjoy your Life; observe, celebrate and honor those special days.

 

However, keep one day sacred and special in your mind and heart – Your Birthday

 

Enjoy Your Birthday !

 

Your Birthday should always be The Most Revered And Special Day Of Your Life.

 

Let me be among the first, from my place in time and space, on Your Birthday to wish you:

 

Happy Birthday !

Sam

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My March Madness by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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My

March Madness

by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

Every March, Uncle Sam would hand me a set or “Orders.”

 

The Orders” meant to have my bags packed.

 

I would either be “Ordered” to proceed with the Permanent Change Of Station procedure to a different military base or assignment; or, I would be “Ordered” to head to the nearest bus station or airport to go T-D-Y.

 

The TDY Orders” – temporary duty – meant I would take a duffel bag, suitcase and my camera bag and get ready to “deploy” somewhere on planet earth “to do my job” on a temporary basis.

 

Now, I am “Officially Retired”.

 

Still, every March I “get ready” “to travel.”

 

My Ides Of March

 

If I do not have somewhere to go; I become “restless.”

 

We, humans, are creatures of habit.

 

My personal “March Madness” and My personal “Ides Of March” always comes down to the “need to move.”

 

March 2013, I had no “travel orders”, so I became “restless.”

 

My March Mission

 

My “March Mission” came about as the result of Pope Benedict XVI’s decision “to quit.”

 

My “March Mission” came down to “Research.”

 

Pope Benedict XVI had been regarded as a “powerful man”.

 

Pope Benedict XVI He rode shotgun on 1.2 billion people worldwide in various nations. Whether he had a “great idea” or a “dumb idea”, many of those people “stood ready” to carry out his wishes.

 

As “The World’s Single Greatest Religious Dictator”, Pope Benedict XVI held “The Lives An Fortunes Of Numerous People”, in the palm of his hands.

 

Pope Benedict’s various online biographies reveal that he had spent his entire Life training for a “Position Of Power.”

 

In 2005, Pope Benedict XVI was given “The Keys To The Kingdom.” He had earned “Universal Carte Blanche”, he had a palace, real estate around the world, his own private bank, a corps of professional lackeys from lawyers and diplomats through social workers and housekeepers worldwide to carry out his slightest whim.

Worldwide War Lords

Alexander The Great spent years of Warfare that destroyed countless human Lives “To Conquer The Known World.”

 

Adolf Hitler engaged in years of Warfare, “wasted” countless human Lives in his attempt “To Conquer The Known World.”

 

Emperor Hirohito of Japan engaged in years of Warfare, “wasted” countless human Lives,in his attempt, “To Conquer Asia And The Pacific.”

 

Benito Mussolini of Italy, a newspaper editor, “wasted” countless human Lives in his attempt “To Conquer Italy.” Alas, Benito would not be “Caesar”, nor, would he become a “Roman Emperor.”

 

Religious War Lord

 

In 2005, a group of more than a hundred old men, gave Pope Benedict XVI “The Power” that Adolf Hitler, Emperor Hirohito and Benito Mussolini had all “lusted after” – “World Domination”.

 

Alexander The Great succeed in getting “World Domination”, but he paid an extreme cost in men, real estate, munitions, money and time in just “reaching” his goal. To maintain “World Domination” is another matter entirely.

 

In a matter of hours, a bunch of old men, handed Pope Benedict XVI “World Domination On A Silver Platter”. Without a single bullet or bomb, the Pope achieved “Limited World Domination”.

 

A Religious War Lord is more “dangerous” than a Real World War Lord because The Religious War Lord “inherits centuries of religious superstition and propaganda” that allows him to send “The Zombies Of Faith” willingly to their deaths.

 

A Real World War Lord has no guarantee that his citizens and soldiers are going to ‘waste” their Lives for his personal philosophy and profit.

 

The Real World War Lord always has to create his propaganda from “scratch” using ideas and a perverted form of emotional patriotism to rally the rebels and radicals into the street and on to the capitol.

 

Faithful Fools

 

People in the Pope’s kingdom would carry out his “Orders”, without question, because they are “The Faithful,”

 

The people not in the Pope’s kingdom would not carry out his “Orders,” because these people Live In The Real World and are not “fans” of “Religious Theater”.

 

When Pope Benedict XVI decided he was tired of “playing Super Saint”; he “Quit.”

 

The entire “Religious World Of Planet Earth” had a “hissey fit.”

 

Catholics felt “Judas Iscariot In The White Dress” had “betrayed” them because the pope did not die in office.

 

Worldwide reactions on The Internet, reveal Christians, Protestants, even Islamists, Muslims and Jews were all “Shocked”

 

The Power

 

Human History is full of stories of people who have given everything they own for a chance at “The Power Of World Domination.”

 

Suddenly, you have a man who has “The Power Of Limited World Domination” and he “throws ‘The Power’ away like an empty grocery bag.’”

 

Human History teaches “No one” ever gives up “Power” willingly.

 

Orange Prison Jumpsuit

 

My March Mission became to try and discover “The Loaded Gun Pressed Against Pope Benedict XVI’s Head” that would make him “give up the power.”

 

Health as “The Official Reason” and “The Official Statement” is a lame excuse because global history and tradition “demands” the pope “die in office.”

 

I am satisfied that “The Fear” of the “Global Clerical Sex Abuse Scandal” meant Pope Benedict XVI was afraid he would have to turn in his white pope dress for one of “The Secular World’s Orange Prison Jumpsuits.”

 

Criminal Conspirator

 

Times have changed.

 

It does not matter that Pope Benedict did not sexually abuse, molest and rape boys and girls around the world because he “protected” the men and women who did “commit the crime.”

 

In the Real World, a conspirator, who finances, supports and directs the criminal activities of his legion of lackeys is held accountable in a court of Law.

 

The Organized Crime Godfather or The War Criminal can go to prison or be executed.

 

The Pope’s White Dress “saved” him from a prison cell and a criminal conviction.

 

As a visual, living, breathing symbol of one of The World’s Oldest Traditional Religions and overall a symbol of ALL of The World’s Traditional Religions .

 

The Pope In Prison” is not a newspaper headline that global citizens were anxious to read or see.

 

Many people did not want to see “The Old Man Of Religion” as a mugshot online with a scheduled date to appear before “The World Court.”

 

Religious Radiation ; Political Fallout

 

Legal documents had been filed.

 

It was obvious to some people in The Real World that Pope Benedict XVI had become “John The Baptist Of Clerical Sexual Abuse Worldwide.”

 

The pope made his “I Quit” announcement.

 

Press releases state the pope had requested “Immunity” from The President Of Italy.

 

The Vatican lost “No Time” in reclassification of the Pope as “Emeritus Pope” and rushing him into “Exile” in a maximum security “castle.”

 

Meanwhile, The Vatican waged “The Politically Correct Propaganda Campaign For The Hearts And Minds Of The Religiously Addicted Worldwide.”

 

Master Showman – Pope Enron

 

To Redeem The World’s Kingdoms Of Enron Religious Empires”, The Vatican and The Religious World needed another “sucker” to be pope.

 

The Next John The Baptist Wandering In The Wilderness And Howling At The Sun would have to be someone who could be a “Master Showman”, who would befuddled and bamboozle the critics and the world public at large.

 

Pope Francis I hits the ground running.

 

He talks. He talks a lot about The Poor. He talks about Nature. He talks about Mercy. He talks about Compassion. He talks about Peace.

 

Pope Francis I talks about anything and everything; it would seem, except Clerical Sexual Abuse Of Children By Pedophile Priests And Nasty Nookie Nuns.

 

Back To Business

 

Hallelujah ! The Religious World Is Saved.

 

Business As Usual continues in The Religious World.

 

Global Justice ignores Clerical Sexual Abuse Of Children Worldwide because The World’s Old Traditional Religions find it easier to “deny” the criminal acts,

 

The World’s Old Traditional Religions decide to toss out “sheckles of silver”, and offer “hot air apologizes to victims, their families and their lawyers” than to aggressively push for the “prosecution and conviction of religious criminals.”

 

Religious Research Revelations

 

February 2013, – the final two weeks – and the month of March 2013, I did numerous hours of research on Catholicism, the history of the popes, news releases on religion, research on Christianity, and research on Islam.

 

I grew up exposed to and “pestered by” Protestant religions in childhood and adult Life, so I didn’t really “waste” time on the Protestants, who really are just “spin offs” and “sequels” of Catholicism’s Jesus Christ Franchise.

 

I did not do very much research on Judaism because I went after “The Big J” to see if Jesus Christ really ever spoke out on child abuse.

 

After more than a month of research, notes and writing, I have decided: “The World’s Old Traditional Religions Are Stupid Superstitions “ that fail repeatedly The Common Sense Test Of Daily Life.”

 

As I get older I find less need for “Religion” and more need for “Spirituality” in my personal Life.

 

I define “Spirituality” as the daily belief that there is a Reason For Life – Life Is Meant To Be Lived. Morality and ethics of Spirituality means you decide how to relate with your fellow human beings.

 

My Personal Spirituality “believes” a Supreme Universal Entity exists The Entity knows I Live Life to the best of my ability and do my best to help my fellow man and woman, whenever it is humanly possible.

 

Sacrifice The Children

 

Life goes on.

 

The World’s Old Traditional Religions are all back on track.

 

The World’s Old Traditional Religions have their Religious Theater Companies and their Religious Theater Schedules back in business.

 

The Emeritus Pope remains in “Exile” and “hidden from the world.”

 

The Presiding Pope, a diplomatic head of state and an ‘absolute ruler’, still maintains The Church’s “prime global real estate”, has his “own” private bank and still “preaches” the fairy tales of a lazy, dead Middle Eastern Hippie confidence man as “The Good News Of Global Humanity.”

 

The Bombastic Brouhaha of 2013 quickly fades from the dignity of human rights and the protection of children to the age-old religious themes of “Sacrifice The Children.”

 

Abraham the hallowed revered Father Of Humanity was ready to “Sacrifice His Son” until the ram arrived.

 

The politically perverted story of “The Slaughter Of The Innocents” claims God Almighty and The Holy Spirit were The Mass Murderers Of The First Born Male Infants Of Pharaoh’s Ancient Egypt.

 

Historians debate the historical accuracy or the political propaganda that Herod Antipas “ordered” the slaughter of first born infant boys, who could have been the Jewish or Christian Messiah. Here again, religious people seem to have a fetish that suggests “The Sacrifice Of Children.”

 

The Most Famous Historical Sacrifice Of A Child is the biblical story of The Sacrifice Of An Adult Child.

 

Once again, God Almighty is the reputed Murderer because He demanded The Death Of His Own Son – the suspicious Jesus Christ.

 

What is the Universal Global Psychological Hangup that religious people have with the fetish that demands the “Sacrifice Of The Children ?”

 

Yesterday’s News:

Youth Sexual Abuse By Clergy

 

The World’s Best Con Games remain the most successful – Superstitious Religions For Profit.

 

I am grateful my mother, father and relatives never allowed me to be in the care of any brand of religious clergy.

 

I still remember the title of a religious song for children from my childhood: “Jesus Loves The Little Children.”

 

 

The Sexual Abuse Of Children By The World’s Old Traditional Religious Clergy seems to be “yesterday’s news.”

Sam

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Samuel E. Warren Jr., The Prophet On Word Press

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Samuel E. Warren Jr.,

The Prophet

On

Word Press

by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

 

Every writer wants to make his mark in the world. Ernest “Papa” Hemingway, William Faulkner, P.D. James, Barbara Cartland, Agatha Christie, Erle Stanley Gardner, L.Ron Hubbard, Stephen King, Samuel Langhorne”Mark Twain” Clemens,Thomas Wolfe, John Ernst Steinbeck Jr., Robert Frost, Edgar Allen Poe and, now, Samuel E. Warren Jr.

 

The traditional way, of course, is to work as a newspaper reporter, editor, magazine writer, columnist, movie script author or playwright.

 

Thanks to the Internet, social media, software, hardware, computers,streaming video, cell phones and the electronic inventions from the 1970s through 2013 – tradition has changed.

 

Writers Write

 

I love to write.

 

My philosophy as a writer is simple: “Writers Write.”

 

Blog writers or authors may never be invited to book-signings like novelist authors.

 

However , blog writers electronic articles are posted in the vast never closes Library Of The Internet just waiting for someone to use a search engine – to find the listing tucked away in the virtual card catalog.

 

Lessons Of The Sam I Am Blog

 

I began my Sam I Am Blog around 2005 as a basic one person, weekly, and sometimes daily electronic newspaper.

 

It was never intended to be the “Dear Diary” of many websites but a collection of my writing and photographs.

 

I post stories,anecdotes, photos, opinions, editorials, commentaries, news reports, feature stories, short stories and a collection of my life experiences revealed in a variety of different formats.

 

I had toyed, for a few months, with the traditional stereotypical writer challenge of “The Great American Novel”.

 

I actually completed two novels written out in longhand in two different notebooks. The experience was fun, but time consuming. I put them on the shelf.

 

On my “Sam I Am Blog”, as of March 6, 2013, I had 275 post of articles and photos under my belt on that blog, This post, naturally, changed the number to 276.

 

I decided to try another writing project to add flexibility to my writing.

 

I wanted to do something controversial.

 

Politics And Religion

 

From the time I was a small boy my mother had always warned me, “Never Talk Politics And Religion In Public.”

 

On the surface, it is wise advice.

 

In a democracy like the United States Of America, you should find a way to talk politics and have your opinion heard. I believe what President Thomas Jefferson said about an “informed citizenry.”

 

Once you begin working you pay local, state and federal taxes, which means you pay the salaries of those politicians. Since you are putting their groceries on the table, there has to be a way to tell them what you think.

 

You should “talk politics”, but be wise about where you express your political views.

 

In the Real World, anytime you talk Politics or Religion, in public, you can sometimes watch an ordinary person transform before your eyes into a raving fanatical, lunatic.

 

Talk politics and people get upset. Their faces get red. They raise their voices. Their sentences become overloaded and bloated with dictionaries of cuss words and their tones climb well up into the decibel range.

 

Regardless of the political topic or issue, at the end of the day, a Democrat is a Democrat and a Republican is a Republican.

 

As long as alcohol and firearms are no where near the discussion area, most people will grumble away and come back another day to discuss or argue the merits of their issue, candidate or party.

 

When the dust has cleared all you have really done is waste time and found out ,in no uncertain terms, where a person stands.

 

Alas, Politics is essentially the age old Chevy versus Ford discussion.

 

Farmers who own Chevy and GMC pickups seldom have a nice word for Ford owners. Likewise, the “Ford Faithful” look down on the Chevy lovers.

 

Dodge and the owners of Japanese made pickups are looked at by the good ole boys of Chevy and Ford like, “What planet did you say you were from ?”

 

The Internet is a wonderful location. You find a virtual street corner and put down your soap box to stand upon. Then, you go into your best Voltaire and Robespierre

 

I, Sam The Democrat, keep my politics on my “Sam I Am Blog”. . .for now, anyway.

 

Momma The Mentor

 

 

I, Samuel E. Warren Jr., proudly proclaim myself a

 “Momma’s Boy.”

 

I could ask my mother any question and she would give me her honest opinion.

 

Momma never pull punches with me. If I was “In The Right”, then, she supported me tooth and nail.

 

If I was “In The Wrong”, Momma did her best to try and be the first one to tell me.

 

As a young man, I even asked Momma my “birds and bees questions” and she answered them.

 

My mother was a truly unique human, who lived her beliefs.

 

There was just one subject I could not get Momma to discuss with me: Religion.

 

I could never get my mother to discuss religion with me.

 

I did enjoy tossing out ideas and watching her shift around in her chair and try to change the subject.

 

Momma had been exposed to the Pentecost beliefs as a little girl, but, did not really practice those beliefs as an adult.

 

Every Human’s Achilles’ Heel

 

Thanks to Momma, I discovered The Achilles’ Heel Of Every Human On Planet Earth – Religion.

 

As a young boy, Momma had told me she would never tell me what to believe when it came to religion.

 

She held true to her word.

 

Through the years, I would run various religious ideas by her and her Midwest Ozarks upbringing made it obvious that Momma wasn’t fond of the idea, but, she never told me, “No.”

 

Through childhood, into the International Order Of DeMolay, into college and on to active duty in the United States Armed Forces, I came in contact with various people of numerous religions and faiths.

 

Through my life experiences, I have visited various churches, sit through sermons, Mass and lit incense in temples.

 

I never found “The Religion”, but I did discover “The Spiritual” in my Life.

 

In my Quest, I had to move past the salesmen and the recruiters and I did.

 

Religion’s Cereal Salesmen

 

Religion is like cereal, there are many boxes on the store shelves and they all come in different packaging and flavor. They all meet the minimum daily requirements.

 

I just never appreciated the self-righteous “salesmen” and the “quota recruiters”, who always tried to strong arm their way into my Immortal Soul.

Award a man or woman a sheepskin in religion and suddenly that person acts like they are “God’s Little Brother” or “God’s Little Sister” and they have all the answers.

 

The “Witnessing Religions” are the worst because they lead their religious associates to believe that they have to “spread the word” and carry out the “ministry”, so a man or woman starts to talk.

 

You listen. You can ask questions. But, if your questions have humor or any cynicism, sarcasm, or skepticism; then,”Lo, you are a disrespectful sinner”.

 

If one of your questions hits the aspiring apostle’s nerve or the devout disciple’s ego the wrong way, then, their facial expression changes and usually their voice rises and the person seems more offended and aggressive.

 

The serial salesmen don’t appreciate it when you call them on their “testimony.”

 

Their faith usually sends them out to do “testimonials” like a vacuum cleaner or a tractor salesman and you are suppose to be the good customer and not question company advertising and marketing.

 

After all, the salesmen and the recruiters have memorized the serials of stories and weren’t suppose to know if the product or service actually worked.

 

These testimonial people are serial salesman they can tell you an episode of Psalms, Deuteronomy, or whatever, but, they can’t actually tell you if Jesus ever went out on a date with a woman or Saint Peter’s wife’s middle name.

 

Through the years, I have learned, rather than risk teasing a hungry dog, who I will invariably,make foam at the mouth and angry – I smile and shut the door.

 

 

The Human Computer

 

Sometimes though Religion forgets it is “Food For The Soul” and not the Universal Hardwired Programming Of Each Individual Human On Planet Earth.

 

People can always choose to reformat their mental hard drives with Operating Systems of their own choosing and select or reject various upgrades to their programming based on their Life experiences.

 

The World’s Old Traditional Religions forget they are the FORTRAN, COBOL, assembly, and machine languages of past generations.

 

The sprite, peek and pope graphics of the early humans who were flesh and blood pizza boxes that were amazed by flashing cursors of light from lighting and swamp gas to St. Elmo’s Fire,

 

Like computers, people evolved over the years and Prometheus, got tweaked with enough intelligence to carry his own cigarette lighter and maybe even learn how to wire up a house.

 

Prometheus like other humans sought to expand their human programming on their own to reach out beyond Global Positioning Satellites to interface with God.

 

Meanwhile, while the old religions are still scratching their heads over the Apple IIe and the old Packard Bell 386 in the church, synagogue or mosque basement, people out in the Real World is glance at their Kindle readers, i Phones, and cell phones.

 

While religious officials may worry that they are becoming The 8 Track Tapes Of Humanity, people in the Real World wonder if they have the latest state of the art portable electronics to keep up with breaking news and check their email without switching their Internet Service Provider and upgrading to another cell phone plan.

 

The Vatican got Pope Benedict XVI a twitter account, which got canceled when he became the Emeritus Pope.

 

The old religions are working with the electronics, but they have yet to grasp the ASC II understanding that their doctrine and dogma has got to be upgraded to be saved into the evolving servers of the human mind.

 

Despite the technology of the Real World, there are humans, who get that Amiga formatted floppy and the MS-DOS 5.0 floppy loaded into their minds and they do not want to challenge or risk accidentally overwriting their religious beliefs.

 

Therefore, they backup their religious beliefs to a hard drive in their heads and ward off any ideas they consider worms, trojans, viruses or back doors to their hardwired religious beliefs.

 

Nuclear Religious Reality

 

A Religious discussion can get you hurt, hospitalized or, based on some news stories, in the United States and around the globe: DEAD.

 

The topic of Religion is essentially the equivalent of realizing that you are in possession of nuclear material and realizing that you have to handle it carefully otherwise you are at Ground Zero of Three Mile Island and Chernobyl.

 

Nonetheless, Religion is an important issue to every human on the planet because it always leads to a belief of some sort in an Afterlife.

 

I believe Religion is far more Nuclear than Politics.

 

Politics makes people angry because it takes money out of their wallets and purses, but people know they have to have some semblance of public order provided by government.

 

Otherwise, Life is a never-ending chaos of neighbor against neighbor for property and goods, which results in the legendary Hatfield and McCoys feuds that last for generations.

 

Politics ends at the tombstone.

 

Religion is one of those personal issues that goes to the core of the individual and challenges a person to examine their Immortal Soul.

 

Politics can lead to War; Religions start Wars.

 

Samuel The Prophet

 

I knew a religion blog would serve my curious and controversial needs.

 

 

I needed a catchy title. I got it.

 

I needed something to catch the eyes. I got it.

 

I posted some articles. I did it.

 

I post to the blog and wait for feedback and comments.

 

Publicity is always hard to achieve because it costs money.

 

Free publicity is rare.

 

Now, I have decided to do some publicity for my religion blog.

 

The Samuel E. Warren Jr., The Prophet” blog is on a Word Press website.

 

Word Choice

 

I decided the word, “Prophet” would probably take some religious people to “Defense Condition One status and have a klaxon going off inside their heads.

 

At DEFCON ONE, I would like to believe they will visit my blog and read through some of the articles.

 

In the Midwest, Moses is an old respected Holy Bible prophet.

 

For someone in the early 21st Century to use that hallowed, revered, respected, sacred English word, “Prophet,” would be ?

 

Heretical. Not really, because a word is just a word, but the meaning gives the word Life.

 

To call oneself a “Prophet” is Blasphemous ? Not really, because financial publications have run articles on “Profit Prophets” of Wall Street through the years.

 

However, the word, “Prophet” does catch your eyes and stimulates your mind.

 

The word choice of “Prophet ?”

 

I done did it.

 

The Samuel E. Warren Jr., The Prophet blog is a platform to look at religion.

 

I know I will not change anyone’s religion.

 

The purpose is not to convert anyone.

 

The purpose is to challenge religious ideas.

 

The purpose is to ask people to think.

 

The purpose is to inspire people to seek a religion that helps them in Life.

 

I challenge the traditional religions.

 

I’m the writer, editor and publisher, so I get to be “The Devil’s Advocate.”

 

Feel free to hit me with your “The Beast,” “The Anti-Christ”, “The Blasphemer,” “The Heretic” and other not so nice comments.

 

I have on my asbestos underwear, so I’m ready.

 

Keep in mind though that I do respond to comments left on my blogs.

 

If you want to look at other than traditional religious views, please, visit my “Samuel E. Warren Jr., The Prophet” blog on Word Press.

 

Sam

 

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Princess Junea of the Philippines Nikon D 70 Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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PRINCSS JUNEA OF THE PHILIPPINES

Princess Junea

of the Philippines

 

Jun Jun Tanahale places the tiara crown on his daughter, Junea to celebrate her birthday. My philosophy of life states that every person who has ever lived, who is alive now, and who will be born is future years is a unique person. Every person should always celebrate their birthday – the anniversary of the day of their birth. Every girl should always feel like a princess on her birthday. Every boy should feel like a prince on his birthday. In the adult world, a woman should always feel like “Queen For A Day” on her birthday. A man should always feel like “King For A Day” on his birthday. Saturday, February 16, 2013, at One Warren Way in Barangay Baras, Leyte, Republic of the Philippines, Junea Tanahale celebrated her birthday with family and friends. Her Uncle Sam in observing the long standing tradition of women worldwide and is NOT publishing her age. And, a birthday party on the weekend is a Real World acceptance that it is easier for family and friends to be able to attend family events like birthday parties on the weekend, thus, her actual birthday is in the days ahead.Happy Birthday, Junea ! Nikon D 70 Photo by “Uncle Sam”uel E. Warren Jr.

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Lincoln Lies Live On ! Editorial by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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The Lincoln Lies

live on !

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Bearded Boob

 

This is a public domain photograph of Abraham Lincoln, sixteenth President Of The United States Of America. He can be considered one of the Most Successful Domestic Terrorists In America for the numbers of Americans butchered by his Administration.

 

Saudi Arabian Global Terrorist Osama bin Laden masterminded the World Trade Center attacks of September 11, 2001 that slaughtered at least 2,977 victims – not counting the 18 scumbag terrorists, who were fools who wasted their lives on the orders of a sadistic moron, a half way around the world. The attacks also murdered the citizens of 90 other nations.

 

Abraham Lincoln is still more proficient at the mass murder of his fellow Americans than International Terrorists Osama bin Laden. American Historians credit Abraham Lincoln with a “body bag” death toll count of 450,000 to 600,000 Americans over the course of the American Civil War.

 

Unlike Iraqi President Saddam Hussein, Stinkin’ Lincoln didn’t have Sarin, mustard gas or other biological nerve agents to painfully crucify his fellow citizens.

 

But, Lincoln had the time and the real estate to execute his War Of Extermination over numerous battlefields. And, Lincoln didn’t have to worry about human rights advocates because greed had already prostituted common sense with emotion and political fairy tales.

 

Even with crude “grapeshot” and lead, Honest Abe still proved more efficient at “killing” his citizens that Saddam Hussein, who delivered a body count of Kurdish citizens estimated at around 25,000.

 

The Lincoln Lie credits Stinkin’ Lincoln with saving the United States. The reality is his “Save The Union”brouhaha put the United States into a national War of Attrition that destroyed the infrastructure of the United States, placed armed troops in American state legislatures for decades and placed the nation under “Martial Law” just like the dictators: Adolf Hitler, Emperor Hirohito, Benito Mussolini, Mummar Gaddafi, Idi Amin, and Saddam Hussein all did to their nations.

 

Another popular “Lincoln Lie” credits Stinkin’ Lincoln,the lawyer, as being “The Great Emancipator” of the “slaves.” Americans listen to your history professors; not the publicists and network commentators.

 

One of “Honest Abe’s” initial reactions to the “slave” situation was to gather up first, second and even third generation, born in America, slaves and put them on a boat back to Africa, if they wanted to go. His political advisers convinced him to consider other options.

 

Today, February 12 is the Birthday of Abraham Lincoln. Lincoln Lovers, card carrying American Republican GOP party members might celebrate their hero’s birthday.

 

I, Samuel E. Warren Jr., an American, will simply extend my arm and raise my middle finger to the sky to award this “dumb ole country boy in the ether” the Samuel E. Warren Jr., Middle Finger Salute because terrorists should never be honored, celebrated and certainly not immortalized for their domestic or international “war crimes.”

 

by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

 

Today is February 12, 2013.

 

The Birthday Of President Abraham Lincoln is February 12.

 

Lincoln Lovers will celebrate the day.

 

American Republican Party Politicians will celebrate the day because “Stinkin’ Lincoln” was the first lowlife Republican they ever got elected President of the United States of America.

 

Once “The Beanpole” got elected president, the real lie began – The move to make Abraham Lincoln a “Saint” and hide “The War Crimes Of The Lincoln Administration.”

 

American Historians have all kinds of theories about the true reasons behind the American Civil War.

 

The Spice War

 

In college, they tried to teach me it was a “Spice War.” I love my McCormick seasoning in my food as much as any man. My wife, Christy knows when to use the oregano, thyme, cinnamon, nutmeg, basil and all the rest in the appropriate dish at the appropriate time.

 

I refuse to believe legions of Americans were butchered just because some Damn Yankee wanted paprika in his mustard potato salad.”

 

The popular “Excuse” of the American Civil War was “Slavery.” When Abe came to the White House, he favored a policy of placing the slaves, first, second and third generations of black citizens born in the United States on “A Boat Back To Africa.”

 

The War On Slavery

 

Black Americans who respect Abe Lincoln;don’t get upset with me. Pick up the cell phone, call your nearest American college or university professor and ask them about one of Abe Lincoln’s initial solution or approach to “slavery in the US..”

 

Some of Lincoln’s closets advisers looked at the dumb ole’ Kentucky country boy, who moved to Illinois and said, “Mr. President, that dog won’t hunt.” Of course, the policy changed.

 

National

Real Estate War ?

 

My theory is by the 1830s and 1840s, Americans had snatched up all the great real estate from New York to Florida to the Mississippi River. It was “Locked In” because it was sold and owned.

 

There was no legal way to get at the choice real estate because the landowners paid their taxes.

 

Railroads needed a “right-of-way” to lay track and run trains. Landowners were going to “give away, sign away” or “contribute” acres of their land to commercial entrepreneurs, who intended to “pocket the profits” in their bank accounts.

 

No FREE Land !

 

Landowners worked their land. They plowed the soil and planted the seeds. They grazed their horses, cattle and other livestock on their land. They cut the fence posts and bought the rolls of woven wire and barbed wire to fence in their land.

 

Landowners were about to “sign away” acres of their deeds and abstracts to some idealistic, number crunchin’ business suit in a city, who wanted to lay track from the east to the west.

 

Railroads and steamship companies might have been the technology advances going into the 1860s, but the Republican city businessman did the humanity, compassionate, help your fellow man routine only in December at Christmas.

 

The economics of American business meant “cheap labor” and keep costs low to pocket up the profits.

 

Free The Slaves”; no problem because that cheap work force had started to eat in to the overall profits.

 

Many of the original signers of the Declaration of Independence, knew slavery wasn’t right. They told themselves that the institution in the late 1770s was not as popular as in the years before, so it would probably go away in a few years.

 

Slavery didn’t go away.

 

American businessmen in the 1800s weren’t stupid. America offered hope and promise to people who had only dreamed of it. Immigrants always need jobs. Free Labor is always best for the employer, but Cheap Labor can work.

 

If American business and agriculture has to “write off” the slaves; Plan B is already on the table: Immigrants.

 

Chinese and Asian immigrants don’t speak English, which means it would be even easier to work them like livestock and it will take decades before their expectations of a livelihood will impact a businessman’s wallet – “They don’t speak and understand the language.”

 

 

Native American Free Spirit

 

Native American had been too much of a “free spirit” to ever be a reliable, consistent work force. They had been hunters, who packed up and followed the wildlife to survive.

 

Native American farmers had a “Small Picture” mentality of farming a few acres.

 

Native Americans were “A Rock In The Middle Of The Road Of Progress That Had To Be Moved” for the Immigrant American Farmers and Business People to Prosper.

 

The Religion Business

 

Religion is a business too.

 

Preachers, priests, nuns and evangelists all love to close their eyes at night with a full belly.

 

Shower the sheckles of silver in the right direction and the brothers and sisters will be out there “doing God’s work” to “heal” (and steal) from the naive, less fortunate.

 

Native Americans who could be were “Christianized.”

 

Native Americans who didn’t get on board were labeled “Injuns” and those Indians were slaughtered because the real difference between the P words of: Progress and Profits – is another P word: Perspective.

 

Switch the Perspective and the Progress toward Profit means the Native Americans either step aside or get plowed under.

 

As soon as the Immigrant Americans stepped off The Mayflower, they had to have known, “We Have Hit The Powerball.”

 

The only obstacle was the utopian Native Americans.

 

Whether it is 1660 or 1960, if you see someone standing half-naked in the field with hair down their shoulders as long as a woman’s hair – you notice.

 

If the person seems to be “communing with nature” as in “zoned out in the Real World” – you notice.

 

No doubt, the immigrants of the 1660s noticed. In the 1960s, Americans noticed “The Hippies” and their “Free Spirit” approach to Life.

 

The immigrants would of misunderstood the Native Americans lifestyle and culture which was light years apart from their European cultures.

 

Whether it was a conscious “conspiracy” or situations that snowballed into national domestic policy, the Immigrant British, Dutch, German, French, and Spanish all realized that to “Take America” they would have to figure out a way to “steal” or “wheel and deal” her away from the Native Americans.

 

Once the “Christianizing” slowed and the Wars were simply too costly in terms of Immigrant lives and personal fortunes, at least, there was a young government in place to continue to deal with the resistant Native Americans.

 

Zombie Out

The Native Americans

 

The young government like any ship underway stayed the course. Compounds, actually, “Concentration Camps” were the next idea to contain the refugees and undesirables into an area.

 

Farmers and ranchers know you have to “pen up your livestock to keep them from wandering off.”

 

Businessmen and politicians simply had to devise pens big enough to corral the Native Americans without them thinking of themselves as livestock or wildlife.

 

The word, “Reservation” looks impressive to the eyes. The word, “Reservation” waves your tongue in your mouth like a fresh sheet in the sunshine. The word, “Reservation”, tickles your ear. “Reservation”, the perfect word, had been found to sell the national “rip-off” to the remaining Native American citizens.

 

Now, that Native Americans had become contained on “The Reservations”, the Immigrant Americans, who were learning to leave the Immigrant label in their family bibles were now moving forward in their Land Of Milk And Honey.

 

Native Americans by the 1860s were being “Zombied Out” of the equation. They were “The Living Dead Who Did Not Matter Because They Were Locked Away In Their Cemeteries” of bad real estate.

 

Stubborn Slaves

 

The slaves had become a thorn. They had the audacity to believe God Almighty might actually want them to have a decent life and own Land.

 

The self-righteous, sanctimonious, Bible-beating, pulpit poundin’ Christians, who were out there “Lyin For The Lord” to “steal” the Land from the Native Americans, obviously, never imagined that “a slave” would think the Almighty would think them up to Land ownership and citizen responsibilities.

 

Why everyone knew The Lord God Almighty was White, Anglo-Saxon and Protestant. Sometimes He might be Jewish or Catholic – but, He was always. . .light. . .er. . .white.

 

In the 1800s culture, race in the United States was no dominant issue to the dominant race because they had dealt with “The Redman” and “The Colored Man” or “The Black Man” who had been expected to recognize and stay in his place.

 

The White Man” did understand that God gave Man dominion over creatures: wild life, livestock and pets.

 

The White Man did not understand that God expected Man and Woman to be smart enough to live together, regardless of their skin color.

 

Wealthy farmers knew The End Of Slavery meant increased cost in agriculture. The Days Of FREE Labor would be over. They would have to try and find “Cheap Labor.”

 

Businessmen knew The End Of Slavery meant their cost would go up because they would have to actually “pay wages for work.”

 

Yammerin’ Yankees

 

Northerners – “The Yankees” – might have been better at hiding their emotions and true feelings, but you do not consider The Significant Loss Of A Major Work Force”as a minor annoyance.

 

The Yankees didn’t bust out their copies of Old Susannah, Camp Town Races and rosin up their fiddles to dance into the wee hours of the morning in celebration of a Loss Of A Major Work Force.

 

The Yankees just wanted those darn stubborn Rebels to sign off on Yankee “pie in the sky schemes” of steamships and railroads.

 

The Yankees had the ideas; The Southerners had the money.

 

The Southerners had it “Made In The Shade.” The Southerners owned extensive tracts of real estate planted in cotton and Eli Whitney’s cotton gin technology was “A License To Print Money”.

 

Southerners had the largest, cheapest labor force on the planet – slaves.

 

Labor doesn’t get any cheaper than FREE.

 

Granted, there was the initial outlay of money to “buy” a slave, but cold-heated “Capitalistic” economics looked at the initial investment.

 

You calculate the “plow potential” from busting up the earth to plant seeds, harvest and the overall life expectancy of the creature and “The Numbers In Red Went To The Numbers In The Black”, which meant “American Green In Your Pocket.”

 

Livestock Lessons

 

American Black Angus cattle have no history of romance, family, insurrection or retirement plans.

 

A Black Angus bull will stand in the field and chew his cud. A Black Angus cow will stand in the field and chew her cud.

 

As a child, I watched Black Angus cattle in the field. The bull never brought a cow “roses” on Valentine’s Day or any other day.

 

A Black Angus cow would let her calf suck, but, she never had to scrape together “lunch money” to send the heifer or bull to school.

 

Before the American Civil War, slaves were simply considered a higher form of livestock.

 

The Bible-beating Americans were “White Anglo-Saxon Protestant” and while the “WASP” made it obvious they wished to be “color blind”, American Catholics and American Jews were just as “white” when it came to making the “green.”

 

Rob The Bank !

 

My theory states The Damn Yankees In The North had ran out of money.

 

They had big ideas about steamship companies and railroads, but they need “gold” to buy the steel for ships and lay the iron for railroads.

 

When the bank is locked and you don’t have a key, you have to find a way into the bank.

 

All the money in the South in the form of plantations, huge homes and obvious wealth was a Big, Fat Bank In The South that could not be ignored by the Yankees.

 

No bank robber ever wants to get caught. The Yankees needed a way to rob the bank and not get caught.

 

They needed a diversion that would hide the crime for years to come.

 

The reality of War always puts personal survival on the front burner and everything else gets shoved to the back of the kitchen table or stuck in the pantry until later.

 

War is always the major event that brushes off crime like dandruff.

 

Crisis hits and looters sneak in the back doors to steal. Human nature focuses on the in your face War.

 

Normal crimes become war crimes in the shadows that go unnoticed and even unreported for months, years, decades and centuries.

 

War Words

 

The trick with War is : you can’t pull it off overnight.

 

You have to “Lie Your Citizens Into A War.” They have to believe the Villain threatens their lives.

 

In Vietnam The Lie was The Domino Theory that if Vietnam fell to Communism in a few days the Communists would wade ashore in San Francisco and threaten America.

 

In The Gulf War The Lie said poor Little Kuwait was being threatened by the Big Bad Saddam and America and her allies had to champion Freedom in the unstable region.

 

Saddam was a sly old Arab fox, who made his Arab neighbors nervous. If he had got Kuwait’s oil; OPEC would have been nervous about their neighbor next door and they might not hold the monopoly of world oil prices.

 

America and her allies got their “hands dirty” so Saddam’s Arab neighbors would not have to.

 

Saddam Hussein’s Arab neighbors could all continue to pretend to be good Muslims.

 

The business deal meant the Infidel American business mercenaries got to shovel bullets and bombs at Saddam until he cried, “Uncle”. Then, the shaky stability of the Middle East was again returned to it’s Moody Regional Oil Producing Stability.

 

Patriotic Lies are always “The Working War Words” that line citizens up shoulder to shoulder with their leaders to take on an enemy.

 

Of course, as citizens rush forward into combat; the politician might “backstep a retreat” to the rear to be around for the next election.

 

If you believe America’s role in the War In Afghanistan and the War in Iraq had anything to do with global terrorism and freedom, then, you will find it easy to swallow “The Lie” that “The American Civil War” was to “Free The Slaves.”

 

American slaves of the 1860s were an issue of the War. They were not the real issue.

 

People live. People die. People average about 80 years and about 20 to 40 of those years are “work force” and “labor force” years where the average citizen earns their keep.

 

Companies and governments go on for centuries after a generation of citizens is dust in the wind and loam layers of soil.

 

Lose the slaves and America would lose a significant work force.

 

The Prize !

 

Still, “The Prize” had to be greater. “The Prize” had to be a treasure that would last generations and would be worth the body count and the destruction.

 

There is only one prize on planet earth that lives up to that advertising:

 

Land.

 

Land lasts for generations. When the people are dead and gone, you sell the Land.

 

Buildings get too old and unstable, the demolition crews come in and clear away the rubble, so the Land can be used again.

 

Land always lives on !

 

Poor old Yankee Carpetbaggers – they still had to build up or play off of the negative energy. You have to ratchet up all those bad emotions and energy.

 

Yankee Carpetbaggers knew Slavery Economics were the Achilles Heel in Southerners Soul. The Yankee Carpetbaggers of the 1800s just needed a lot more kerosene to sit a “Blistering Blaze” that would scorch the Southern American Earth.

 

Hot Air in 1830s and the 1840s is still Hot Air in America in 2013. A politician opens his mouth and “hot air” still comes out.

 

Southerners had no need to risk their economic livelihood and family fortunes on Northern Yankee “Enron” schemes. Something had to give.

 

Crucify Lincoln

 

The Lincoln Lovers have had a walk in the park for more than one hundred years.

 

The American Republican GOP has preached the “Saint Lincoln” fairy tales, so often, even the Republicans might believe them.

 

In the 1980s, one piece of Library of Congress trivia stated that more books had been written on Abraham Lincoln than on any other subject in the library.

 

Obviously, there are some really bored or naive American writers to keep resurrecting the Old Beanpole and playing up the old meek and mild image.

 

Americans don’t love their president.

 

We are Americans; we don’t trust politicians.

 

General George Washington is one of the most beloved American Presidents in US history. However, during his Administration, he had his critics.

 

Stinkin’ Lincoln sat on his duff in The White House while America came apart at the seams. Families fought within and either killed each other or chose different colored uniforms to die for.

 

You might want to put together your scrap lumber and gather up your nails – The Time Has Come To Crucify Stinkin’ Lincoln !”

 

Meanwhile, a half-wit country boy sits on his keister in The White House and buys into the sensational journalist press releases that he is a great president.

 

Coward? Probably. He did the commander in chief routine in the comfort of the Oval Office. He ventured outside of Washington D.C.,Once during the Civil War – to dedicate the Gettysburg Cemetery.

 

Lincoln’s so called “Military Service” credits him being a “Captain” in the Home Guard.

 

Translation: Find a sale on Halloween Costumes and buy you a US Armed Forces Uniform to wear the next time you work “Neighborhood Watch.” If you want to impress your neighbors, you might want to call yourself, “Captain.”

 

During the American Civil War, Home Guard was sometimes neighborhood watch with firearms. Some Home Guard units might have had some law enforcement, paramilitary or military training, but, they would be the exception and not the rule,

 

In Missouri, Home Guard sometimes meant farmers kept a musket, rifle, shot gun, or pistol in the house or barn to keep Union and Confederate soldiers from trying to steal their livestock.

 

Armies need food. Sometimes patrols from both sides had a “proactive requisition policy” that involved pistols and sabers and not lawyers and paperwork.

 

Lincoln lovers don’t want their hero thought of as a coward, so they play up his meek, mild attitude and suggest that “The Power Brokers” that put him in office had him under “house arrest.”

 

If you have to be under “house arrest”, then, The White House” would be a nice house to be “arrest” in.

 

Plus, in the century plus before facebook, twitter and real time streaming news, Stinkin Lincoln had a Western Union Telegraph Office in The White House. His own private BBC and CNN to deliver “Up To The Day Breaking News Coverage Of The War.”

 

Historians suggest that Lincoln was a micro manager on trying to get the news. I have worked with micro-managers on projects.

 

I bet those Western Union telegraph operators wanted to shove that telegraph key up Lincoln’s nostril.

 

Abraham Lincoln may not have been the “Mastermind” behind the Civil War and the redistribution of economic wealth and real estate, but – “No Country Boy Could Be So Dumb To Allow His Country To Come Apart Before His Eyes And Tell Himself This Is Progress.”

 

Abraham Lincoln may well be “The Dumbest President In US History.”

 

I figure Lincoln to be The Biggest Scapegoat In American History.” Lee Harvey Oswald figured out “too late” that he had been “played” and “set up.”

 

Lincoln never got the math. He believed his own press releases. Like a lamb to the slaughter, Lincoln probably never imagined that someone would actually want to hurt him.

 

Freedom Of The Press

1860

 

Americans love to talk about “The Freedom Of The Press.”

 

Still, in 2013, no American is going to pick up a newspaper with a column by a successful columnist that suggests and outlines colorful ways to bring about the Death Of The President Of The United States Of America.

 

Ain’t Gonna Happen !

 

Before and during Lincoln’s Administration, American newspapers really had “Freedom Of The Press.”

 

Publishers, editors and reporters did not hesitate to write and publish “Poison Pen” editorials. Stinkin’ Lincoln was “killed off” numerous times in editorials in a variety of ways with the particular zeal and zest of publishers, editors and columnists.

 

Alas, when John Wilkes Booth made Lincoln “Lead Head Dead”, Freedom Of The Press suffered a major wound. Now, Americans can only grumble at an American president in print.

 

If Lincoln was “The Clown In The Closet” trotted out for parades, then, logic suggests “The Power Behind The Throne” was his political party people with money who had the domestic and international policies to aggressively push forward.

 

More importantly, the GOP needed a “scape goat”, a “fall guy”, and a “poster boy” to hang the Civil War around the neck of the person if it went in the toilet and some resourceful European country took advantage of the War to step in and conquer the United States.

 

The GOP had their agenda. They also had their “scapegoat in house” if the War went wrong and a sacrifice had to be “offered” to the public.

 

Real Deal

Real Estate

 

 

The Grand Old Party needed to resurrect the American Real Estate Market On A Grand Scale. They needed to Lock Down The Vacant Real Estate From Washington State To California.

 

Fortunately, the Texicans had put a serious “whoopin” on Spain and the Mexicans to take Texas in 1836.

 

The Johnny Come Lately Wink Dink Congress Of The United States showed up in time, of course, to pose for political pictures and try to steal some of the credit for The Lone Star Texicans kickin’ the Spanish backsides all the way back to Madrid.

 

The Texicans !

 

The GOP, of course, knew they could “prostitute” the Texas legend to keep Spain at bay, the Mexicans in Mexico City and the rest of the European capitols on the sidelines and off “The Court Of American Real Estate Play.”

 

However, the GOP really needed to sell some “Season Tickets To The European Monarchs” to pay for War without the European aristocrats becoming “Team Owners” of American Real Estate.

 

Somewhere along the way, Stinkin’ Lincoln’s boys also have to actually come up with an American currency. Plopping a big rock of silver ore or gold ore on the desk isn’t too convenient to buy dresses or art in Paris.

 

The Continental Congress boys of General George Washington’s days had had the general sign IOUs to fight the War. By the 1850s, it was obvious no monarch in Europe was going to take that kind of “Paper.”

 

First, the GOP needed “A Sucker.” The party convention of 1859 had “The Hardliners”, who wanted to crucify The South and steal everything not nailed down for The North.

 

The Onward Christian Soldier Missionary Morons, would after the War forgive those childlike “Southern sinners” of the heinous crimes against their Lord and Savior and steal everything not nailed down for the Lord’s glory and their pockets.

 

Hallelujah, Brother, Sister, Pass Me My Holy Bible And My Samuel Colt Revolver !” On the ninth ballot, the GOP had their “wink dink poster boy: Stinkin’ Lincoln.”

 

Honest Abe” it took him “Nine Times To Finally Pass The Bar” to become a lawyer, which meant he ain’t no Magna or Suma Cum Laude scholar. He was a professional debater, i.e., he was already a well known “Bag Of Political Hot Air”.

 

The Horatio Alger publicists tell the “rail splitter” story of chopping down trees to make rail fence post. Richard DeLong of Stone County, Missouri cut down many trees in his lifetime to make cedar fence post,

 

Uncle Richard never got elected the Stone County Clerk or to the White House.

 

However, to sell the “hard working country boy image” in 2013 is more complicated than in the 1800s when farmers knew the sweat required and businessmen understood the “muscle to mission hard work ethic” meant the person was a industrious, self-starting and a hard worker.

 

Lincoln Lovers love to tell the “studied by candlelight” story of Abe.

 

Hell, yes, Lincoln studied by candlelight !

 

Everyone in America studied by candlelight, gas light or coal oil lanterns until around 1879, when an American named Thomas Edison came up with an affordable “light bulb.”

 

Lincoln Is A Loser; No Matter How You Spin It. He did one smart thing: He married a rich woman – Mary Todd.

 

Her daddy, a Southerner had “money.” Daddy the Southerner had made money off of slaves, so he probably wasn’t fond of his beanpole son-in-law.

 

Lincoln’s Lost Love

 

For the Valentine’s Day Misty-Eyed, Lovesick Puppy Dog, I Need A Romeo And Juliet Shakespearean Tragedy Love Story For Valentine’s Day – Here it is: Old Abe had the “hots” for a babe. He fell for her. Suddenly, Whamo ! An illness puts her in the ground.

 

Abe comes down with the old “sick bull calf” routine. He never gets over the loss, according to historians (who maybe Valentine’s Day lovesick),

 

Pick up the cell phone and call your friendly, neighborhood American History college or university professor and he or she should be able to fill you in on the old Lincoln Hearts And Flowers Saga.

 

After all Lincoln Historians and GOP Historians get paid to remember this kind of Lincoln Lost Love Lament. Probably, makes it easier for the Lincoln Historians to “Beat Up” on Stinkin’ Lincoln’s wife, Mary Todd for her weight.

 

Mary Todd

Wife Or Wicked Woman ?

 

The major reason it is so easy to “cover up” Lincoln’s incompetence is historians put the “Villain” in the bed beside him – his wife.

 

Your historian, might know who kept the Lincoln family checkbook.

 

Historians love to play Mary Todd off as a “spendthrift” and an “impulsive” buyer. Daddy’s Little Rich Girl who married the politician.

 

By her actions, it seems obvious Mary Todd truly loved her husband. It also seems obvious that the people close to Lincoln went out of their way on a regular basis to keep Mrs. Lincoln away from her husband.

 

Stinkin’ Lincoln’s father-in-law had made some of his wealth off “slaves”; you might want to remember that the next time you get misty-eyed about “The Beanpole” signing “The Emancipation Proclamation.”

 

The Emancipation Proclamation” – talk about “Words On Paper.”

 

Old “Readin’ ‘Ritin’ And ‘Rithmetic” Lincoln might of actually “writ” the words, but, he never authorized any US Government funding to turn “purty prose” into actual “law”.

 

Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation gave slaves the Freedom to wear a Union uniform and probably be homeless after the War since the Union was destroying the South. Lincoln writ the words to make slaves “war refugees.”

 

The American Civil Rights Movement of the 1950s truly “targeted” slavery and cleaned up the mess the Lincoln losers left in the 1860s.

 

Commander-in-huh ?

 

Lincoln got elected, of course. He sat on his butt at The White House and “played” commander-in-chief.

 

General George McClellan, the ranking American General, of the day, had a United States Military Academy at West Point education, and knew the “civilian hayseed” didn’t have a clue.

 

For six months, General McClellan ignored “The Beanpole.” Naturally, the general got fired.

 

Old “Save The Union” Stinkin’ Lincoln finally found American military commanders that he could “order to butcher somewhere between 450,000 to 600,000 American men, women and children for good old Republican GOP greed.

 

Then, American Historians have the self-righteous, sanctimonious audacity to pronounce President Of The United States Of America and former Union Army General Ulysses Simpson Grant of Galena, Illinois – “An Alcoholic.”

 

Give Me A Break !

 

Imagine. You are a US Military Academy West Point graduate. You are up against one of the most revered and respected West Point Graduates Robert E. Lee. He has some brilliant West Point graduates on his side. You have at least one rebel commander who understands “special operations” and guerilla warfare and his men are effective.

 

You have some dependable commanders.

 

You really need General Sherman to look at you and say, “I got you, General Grant. I am your man.”

 

You have the maps in front of you, the strategy and tactics in your head. You need more cigars. Then, in walks “The Beanpole.” You have to explain to this dumb ole country boy, who has failed at everything how you plan to proceed,

 

Lincoln is an Aquarian, which means he is an air sign. Air signs have short attention spans as a rule. Aquarians are told they are born “Outside Of Their Time”, which usually makes them think they are in the future and everyone is in the past.

 

A negative view of Aquarius means the air sign is “an airhead.” Lincoln really seems to eat up those positive Yankee newspaper stories.

 

If you were General Grant and you had to deal with Abraham Lincoln on a day to day basis – “Alcoholism” seems almost a requirement for the job.

 

In 1988, Iraqi President Saddam Hussein initiated the Al-Anfal Campaign to exterminate the Kurdish people living in Northern Iraq. The death toll is at least 50,000 to as many as 182,000 men, women and children.

 

American President Abraham Lincoln did a better job of “killing citizens” and he didn’t have Sarin, mustard gas and nerve agents. He had to rely on “grapeshot” from cannon balls and lead from American mines to provide the bullets to butcher his fellow Americans slowly but surely.

 

Of course, Stinkin’ Lincoln’s Administration did “clear the decks”, so that every man, woman and child in America, who wanted a “Saturday Night Special” could get it inexpensive and with no waiting period.

 

American Gun Control Advocates the next time you host one of your “ban gun” rallies you might want to consider the old pompous, presidential pinhead statue smirking down at you from his lofty perch in his temple in the National Mall in Washington D.C.

 

Emperor Hirohito, Idi Amin,Muammar Gaddafi, Joseph Stalin, Adolf Hitler, Saddam Hussein, and Abraham Lincoln all declared “Martial Law.”

 

After all, “Martial Law” is kind of “Dictator 1-0-1”, especially, if you want to keep the lawyers and human rights groups out of your face long enough to “kill enough citizens” to “legally” establish control.

 

I was taught “The Lincoln Lie” in grade school of “Abraham Lincoln A Great American President.” Fortunately, I went to college and learned “Stinkin’ Lincoln” is really “Lincoln The Loser.”

 

The self-empowerment gurus might want to rethink the old “He Failed All His Life And Went On To Become President” Lincoln Lesson.

 

John Wilkes Booth, an American, “fired” the Republican President Of The United States quite literally “Lead Head Dead.”

 

Take away the gray morning suit and the stovepipe hat from Stinkin’ Lincoln and do the computer magic of a white turban and a BDU jacket and Abe looks like the “Long Lost Grandpappy Of Osama bin Laden.

 

The Lincoln Lies Live On !

 

Perhaps, someday, historians will finally jackhammer away the layers of fairy tale concrete and see if they can find a man within the myth.

 

Lay the Lincoln Lies to rest,

 

Rely on the knowledge of people to honor heroes, heroines and condemn the villains to their own purgatory.

 

Lincoln Lovers, GOP card carriers, you go right ahead and celebrate “Abraham Lincoln’s Birthday”.

 

I will think about the Americans legally slaughtered by Stinkin’ Lincoln for GOP greed.

 

I pray that the American people will one day have the Common Sense to phase out such a “blood rich” political party.

 

I hope that in the future, Americans will have the Common Sense not to honor and immortalize any half-wit dictators who destroys American lives and infrastructure simply because no one can come up with “A Better Economic Redistribution Of Wealth Policy.”

 

Anyone, poor man, politician, or president, who murders for Land or Oil is not someone to honor and revere – but, a scumbag to revile.

 

God Bless The United States Of America !

 

God Bless The Republic Of The Philippines !

 

God feel free to have Satan turn up the heat on Lincoln and The GOP !

 

Sam

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Sam,God,Satan New Year Proposal by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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Book Two

Sam,

God,

Satan,

The

New Year

Proposal

TICK TOCK TRAVEL TIME_resized

 

by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

God brought me to a Time and Space Dimension, outside the realm of The Real World.

 

God and Satan sometimes “Shoot The Breeze.”

 

Today, New Year’s Eve, God decided to select a human to attend the session.

 

It is obvious, that this brainstorming session is setting the stage for A New Year’s celebration unlike any other.

 

Satan did not like the location, so He teleported all of us to His penthouse in another dimension.

 

God in his white tuxedo seems to have a New Year’s Proposal in mind.

 

God crushes out his cigar butt in the ashtray and finishes off His brandy. He stands up.

 

Satan, Ole Buddy. You are just too serious. It is time to lighten up and party. I’m thinking a uniform change is in order,” teases God.

 

No !” Satan shrieks. “No ! I sense where you are going. The idea is not warranted and it certainly is not funny.’

 

God spread His legs into a Parade Rest stance and lifts up His head. A supreme ball of intense white light radiates from within His solar plexus.

 

Satan smirks, “His sense of humor will be the death of me one of these centuries.”

 

The rays of light cascade around God’s human form for a moment and then vanish.

 

Call me, ‘Goddess,” proclaims God, who now, stands embodied in the form of a tall, large redheaded woman in a floor-length eveining gown.

 

Satan shakes his head, “You just had to be a Momma’s Boy; didn’t you.”

 

An unseen force thrusts Satan back and He is on His knees on the floor staring up into a pillar of intense energetic blue light. “Alright. Alright. I get it.”

 

The light vanishes. Satan stands up in the stance that God had used. An intense orb of yellow, then, orange, then, blue light casts our rays around His body. “This isn’t funny,” he groans.

 

Satan drops to his knees and stretches out on the floor. The light radiates under Him against the floor for a moment and then vanishes.

 

A large, tall black woman lies on the floor in the place of Satan.

 

Goddess sashays over and looks down. “The process requires an intense amount of focused energy. If you don’t fight it; it is harmless. Poor Satan, all these centuries and sometimes He forgets to roll with the flow.

 

Satan slowly sits up. “Call Him, Santanna,” remarks God. God reaches down a hand.

 

A flustered Santanna rises to her feet. “i can do it. You and your silly little jokes and pranks.”

 

Goddess grins, “When I do it; it is jokes and pranks. When Satan does it, of course, it is procedure, rules, regulations, i.e., business.”

 

Why,” asks Santanna ?

 

In this dimension of Time And Space, we did The Universal Macho Male Bonding Exercise,” smiles God.

 

You guessed it, Santanna. Sam is a Momma’s Boy. In his Real World dimension, he can and does relate to a woman, whom he trusts, loves and respects. Santanna you are long overdue to feel some human emotion.”

 

Santanna looks down at the evening gown.

 

Goddess steps back and looks at Her evening gown. “Exquisite.”

 

She smiles at me. “Since I plucked this design out of your mind, Sam, you get to explain it.

 

Santanna moans, “Great. Time out for Fashion Week In The Mythic Zone.”

 

I know my terms won’t be fashion terms, but, I’ll try to explain the style and design. Goddess wear a full-length evening gown of satin blue.

 

The bodice is, essentially, a strapless bustier. It is an exaggerated M design to suggest the natural peaks and valleys of a woman’s breast.

 

The M provides two functions. First, it calls attention to the breasts. Second, it can provide a Public or a Privacy function.

 

If you wish to suggest, but not reveal, then, you choose the Superheroine Style that stiffly towers over the breasts and casts a shadow to conceal them.

 

Goddess wears “This is The Freedom Of The Press Style. “ The wearer has nothing to hide.

 

The large M cut design simply shields the breasts behind reinforced comfortable material. The design is suppose to gently lift the breasts and allow them to rest on a comfortable material shelf that feels as natural as if a woman is lifting up her own breasts.

 

To provide the support a woman’s breasts stand out like the prow of a ship. “The design to allow the breast to stick out forward is intentional. Men are men. Women are women. God purposely designed the bodies to be different.

 

The physique of a man’s body and the physique of a woman’s body should always be celebrated.

 

Under the breast is layers of cottonballs arranged to provide a cushion to allow the breasts to stick out forward and rest comfortably. It is the only idea I could come up with to replace an underwire. I’m sure someone in the industry can refine the design.

 

Santanna snickers, “We get it, Sam. You are a breast man.”

 

Goddesses frowns at Santanna.

 

I step out and gesture at the cup area of the evening gown. “If I knew more about synthetics, then, I might have been able to suggest a Kevlar, diamond, lycra or latex alloy or composition that would be sewn into the lining and really protect the breasts from injury.”

 

I point to the bodice. “The body of the garment is suppose to be comfortable because at a formal social fuction then you should look impressive and still be comfortable.”

 

My concern is the way the material is gathered together at the small of the back. I had hoped the overall design would allow for a more natural flow like how drapes hang straight down.”

 

It looks like some of the material may have been bunched and is creating an unnatural padding situation. Perhaps, a heavier weight of satin would provide the vertical flow, although sharkskin would probably be cheaper and maybe easier to work with.”

 

Regardless, I chose to embed two structural supports at the side of the garment to allow the bra section to remain suspended. When a woman puts her arm down to her side you do not see the support.

 

I believe with an evening gown a woman should have the matching gloves that extend half way up past the elbow.

 

I step to the back of Goddess. “The back is open to reveal the shoulder blades. I imagined this peaked V at the bottom of the bustier bodice, to allow the material to flow natually over the posterior.” I hunker down tto show how the material hangs down to the instep. “At least, the design rides to an inch or two above the instep.”

 

I look up and Santanna shakes Her head. “Sam, you really need to get out of the house more often.”

 

Goddess reaches down and help me to my feet. “Pay no attention, Sam. Some people and some entities are just wet blankets.”

 

Goddess winks and whispers. “I think you are on to something. You should sketch it out on paper and go from there.”

 

I shrug. “Basically, it was just a mental exercise. You see an actress at the Academy Awards on TV and you imagine designing her a more eye-catching andcomfotable gown.”

 

Santanna claps and steps forward. “I’m really going to be interested in how you explain this design.”

 

Like the previous evening gown, it draws attention to the woman’s breasts. It has the strapless M design.

 

The inverted W calls attention to without demanding attention. The red satin evening gown material flows down to full-length.

 

I etched in embroidery at the side seams of the bra to outline the front panel of the dress.

 

The gold embroidery suggests an Oriental flavor. I used oversized peal snaps at the seams to suggest a Western flavor.”

 

I open one of the snaps. “ The snaps work. They are in line from the armpit to the top of the hip. Two rows of three snaps are above the top of the hip to prevent the dress from accidentally coming apart in public.

 

This is my East Meets West Evening Gown.”

 

The front panel hangs down. The two inch wide Oriental design originates at the top of the hips from the bottom of the structural piping and flows down, along the bottom and up the other side.”

 

I step back and point at the thigh. “ The graduated slit of the evening gown allows the wearer seductive freedom of movement. Here, of course, Santanna has decided to go with black hose garters to Her nylons.”

 

Santanna steps forward thrust around Her shoulders and casts a seductive look over Her shoulder. “I have to hand it to you, preacher man, you really know how to design a comfortable evening gown.”

 

Then, Santanna winks, “You are going to have to pay attention to the shoes though. “

 

High heels may go with everything, but they are not always the comfortable footwear choice.”

 

I step back and look at Goddess and Santanna. “Thank you.”

 

For what,” smirks Santanna ?

 

It is always nice to see an image from your imagination in The Real World. . .or, at least, in a realistically virtual dimension.

 

Goddess smiles and steps back. She lifts up Her hair and it flows. She smiles into the ornate silver full-length mirror.

 

Roman women’s formal hairstyles were hard to beat. They did make every woman look like a goddess.” Goddesses’ hair finishes and a large silver ornamental comb appears at the back of the hairstyle.

 

Santanna smirks at Goddess. “The Punk Rocker, Spike and Mohawk look I take it are out for this evening gown.”

 

Fine.” Santanna firmly plants her feet on the floor and the scattered strands of hair rise to create a formal Korean hairstyle.

 

The large ornamental gold and jade dragon comb appears in the hair.

 

You know, professor, I think, I’m going to spend more time looking in on your mind.

 

I got a tall, busty, black bodybuilder physique out of your subconscious. The end result is I like how this dress hangs and swings on my body.”

 

Santanna don’t try to intimidate Sam. It is New Year’s Eve. We want to party. I think Sam is in the inner reflection mode.

 

Goddess gestures to me. I step up and take her hand. Santanna steps up and takes mine. “Relax, human. You ain’t my type.”

 

I step forward and the two buxom women in evening gowns stroll toward my front porch.

 

Goddess laughs. “Relax, Sam. You don’t have to worry about your neighbors. We are still doing the old spatial time displacement routine. We are at a level in your world, but we are still transparent.

 

Santanna staggers around on the heels and finally reaches the porch. Santanna takes off the heels and drops them on the porch.

 

The guests in the Real World look for the disembodied sound. Santanna smirks.

 


“Shoes, gentlemen. If we ever play this game again. We bring along a shoe designer.”

 

Santanna sits on a porch railing and begins to massage her feet. “My dogs hurt.”

 

Santanna roughly massages the bottoms of her feet. “Ouch,”

 

Santanna stands up and looks at the evening gown.

 

Well, if I have to be in this ridiculous skin wearing this ridiculous get up I really want to look like a woman. . .”

 

Santanna thrusts out her hip and places her hand on it. “Goddess is American 38G Cup,” Santanna proclaims and smiles.

 

Santanna’s breasts start to grow. “Santanna will be an American 40 G Cup,” Santanna proclaims.

 

Santanna swishes her hips and walks up behind me to breathe on my neck. Santanna whispers her best Mae West voice in my ear, “What do you think, big boy ?”

 

Goddess rises and walks forward. “Stand down, Santanna. If only the humans of earth could see The Ultimate Evil Of The Universe has gender issues. And, He, She still has trouble playing it off.”

 

Santanna nods. “Fine. Gender switch is an issue with me. Lilith will scatter my atoms across the universe if she sees me like this.”

 

God laughs. “You are immortal.”

 

And, Lilith is creative,”

 

God nods. I step forward and Pseudo Sam, the genetic golem, becomes a part of me.

 

I stand back in The Real World. I smell the food and notice the hunger in my stomach.

 

I sit down at the head of the table. Goddess stands to my right and places Her hand on my shoulder. Santanna stands to my left and places Her hand on my shoulder.

 

I express my Real World appetite. The Universal Energy flows in a circle inside me. I look at the porch railing in the distance and there is the momentary reflection of Goddess and Santanna standing by my side.

 

Once everyone finishes eating. The men move to an area to talk. The women sit at the table and talk. I step to the porch, look out into the night and light a cigarette,

 

I exhale the smoke.

 

Suddenly, my golem strolls toward the men.

 

Goddess, Santanna and I watch. “The TV is tuned to the New Year’s Eve countdown. The men are drinking tuba and the women are drinking wine.

 

Even without the spatial time dimension, I doubt anyone would notice us,” remarks Goddess,

 

Oh, no, Goddess. The way you look in that evening gown, you would definitely stand out, “I comment.

 

Goddess smiles. “This is New Year’s Eve. My wife is shopping somewhere in Paris for the evening and your wife, , ,” Goddess looks at Santanna.

 

She is at some party in Florence or Milan. She mentioned something about swinging by Greenwich Village or Haight Ashbury. I swear that goddess is lost without the 1960s.

 

We had better watch Lilith or She is going to gesture and re-create Woodstock right next to The Dome Of The Rock in The Holy Land,”

 

Goddess laughs. “Lilith isn’t the loose cannon, you think She is. You just get jealous whenever She negotiates a successful business deal that you overlooked. Bottom line, She has better control of her emotions than you do.”

 

Santanna leans against the porch railing and massages the bottom of Her feet, “I’m getting out of this ridiculous evening gown.”

 

You will do no such thing,” admonishes Goddess !

 

Relax,Satan ! Every millennium or so, we owe it to ourselves to do something unusual for New Year’s Eve. Who says we can’t put a little Halloween into New Year’s ?”

 

Santanna eases her right foot down on the porch, “I did like the feel of my tux.”

 

Goddess shakes her head. “You are not fooling anybody, Satan.”

 

While you have one presence here, I am aware that you are have your cloned presence suited up in a variety of tuxedos and dinner jackets and are in attendance at various New Year’s Eve Parties around the globe.”

 

Santanna grins. “The problem with being the Dark Half Of The Creator is I am the half, which means that you always know what I am up to.”

 

Goddess laughs. “Ah, the challenge of being a twin.”

 

Santanna slides off the railing and limps around in Her stocking feet. “With only a little time left until the New Year, I’m curious. If you aren’t going to pursue a career as a shoe designer in the New Year; do you have a direction?”

 

I nod. “Yes.”

 

Goddess smiles. “Speak your mind, Sam. Satan’s bark is often worse than His bite. He does have a talent for getting the right people to spread the word to enhance His “EVIL” reputation.”

 

Goddess smiles, “But, even with a reputation; sometimes you have to put your money where your mouth is. He usually comes up short on the follow through.”

 

Says you,” smirks Santanna.

 

Actually, I was going to give Satan credit for snakes, lawyers, Rap music, jocks and computer games,” I smile.

 

Goddess chuckles. Santanna bursts out in laughter and gestures. The porch lengthens and a round dining table with a lace table cloth appears.

 

Two bottles of champagne are in the silver chilled ice buckets standing by the table. A bucket of ice with tongs sits in the middle of the table.

 

Santanna grins at Goddess, “You might want to do your thing and slow time in The Real World. This sounds like fun.”

 

Goddess nods. I notice people in The Real World dimension, do seem to be moving slower.

 

We sit at the table. “I give you credit for snakes. A truly worthless lifeform that causes problems, spreads venom and kills numbers of people each year.”

 

Since the snake bite fatalities of a single incident don’t rank up there with bomb explosions; humanity at large doesn’t pay attention.”

 

Santanna nods. “They are worthless. I figured within a week, the slow-witted humans of old would have had them wiped out from the planet.

 

Of course, it only took one fool to look at a snake and decide it reminded him of a certain part of his anatomy.”

 

Santanna laughs. “There have always been stupid people in the world. But, for an ancient twit to look at an ugly snake and make that connection is the height of stupidity.

 

Of course, other slug-witted humans come along and the next thing you know, the nuisance creation genetic material is being plugged in as a symbol in stories and religious cults.”

 

Santanna hold up Her hand and the silver cigarette case appears. “Lawyers,” smirks Goddess. Santanna lights her cigarette and offers me one. I accept. I light the cigarette and exhale.

 

Lawyers,” I smile.

 

Granted. A lawyer does solve problems. The catch is when they solve a problem, often they are only setting things up to create more and bigger problems.

 

Humanity will never evolve to the point to where people can compromise, so, unfortunately, you will always need the occupation of a lawyer in humanity.”

 

Santanna grins, “Rap music is cuss words set to noise.”

 

I nod. “Simple. When it starts up, the promoters whine that once society rejected to rock and roll, jazz and other forms of music. No one wants to be guilty of stopping a valid art form, so suddenly you have rhythmic noise pulling down big bucks,” I decree.

 

Santanna leans across the table and looks me in the eye, “Jocks ?”

 

I lean across the table and look Santanna in the eye.

 

Pure Satanic Genius,” I grin.

 

The gladiators were true athletes, who used their brain and brawn to earn their freedom,” I point out. Santanna and Goddess nod.

 

I lean back in the chair and blow a smoke ring. “A jock is a man or woman, who never grows up. As a child, they are usually a bully or hang out with bullies.

 

They may make tons of money playing in public, but, they never really do anything for anyone other than themselves.

 

People buy into the whole silly fairy tale because it is suppose to be physical fitness.

 

Jocks are just supreme time wasters that drags along tons of people with them to waste their money and lives on primitive grunt and groan theatrics,” I explain.

 

Santanna laughs loudly and wipes at a tear in Her eye.

 

Goddess lights a cigarette. “Sam, why do you think Satan created computer games.”

 

I was yanking His chain,” I grin.

 

Computer games can be important to teach hand and eye coordination and to teach someone how to use a computer, the Internet and other tasks,” I explain.

 

A major downside of humanity is how quickly humanity can get addicted to something.

 

Whether a computer game is simple or complex, if the right person sits down in front of the screen, hours of their lives slip away wasted and unused.”

 

Everyone fights boredom. Computer games are a great way to fight it.”

 

When the entertainment becomes an obsession then it is a habit, which is an addiction, which is basically a way to waste large chunks of your life. Everything in moderation.” I smile.

 

Santanna laughs loudly. Goddess exhales smoke and grins. “I have a game for you.” Goddess winks. “If you were granted immortality and God status, what would you change ?”

 

World peace,” teases Santanna

 

I shake my head. “World Peace is a silly fantasy. No way to achieve it on an earth full of humans,” I retort.

 

Really,” inquires Santanna. “Do tell.”

 

God could wave His hand and walah, suddenly there would be Peace throughout the world.

 

Peace is boring. Everyone would deal with their happy, happy, joy,joy modes for a few hours, days, weeks, months. Humanity might even make it to a decade.”

 

Sooner or later, one person, a few people, or a group will get upset or disgruntled over something. Dissension Discontent, Disappointment, Discord. Disagreement.”

 

I shrug. “Whether it is one person, a few people or a group; once people don’t see eye to eye on an issue and they can’t reach an agreement, then, the stage is set for all that negative energy to grow and multiply.

 

World Peace is an unrealistic fantasy of humanity.”

 

Santanna lies back in the chair and points at Goddess. “If you did have immortality and God-like powers what would you do ?”

 

I smirk. “Grant my wife, immortality and God status.”

 

I inhale and exhale the smoke. “Then, I would convince Christy move to a distant planet in the universe. There we could try to enjoy our immortality.

 

Of course, once we got to the planet, we might give up the immortality to return to a mortal life. Life without end, never sounds as attractive in your senior years as it does in your youth.”

 

Santanna waves her cigarette. “Humanity. If you had to use your God powers for humanity what would you do ?

 

Honest,” I ask ?

 

Honest,” grins Santanna.

 

I look at Goddess. “I would thank God for the magnificent opportunity, but I would request not to be given The Power.”

 

Yeah, right,” smirks Santanna. “You have been offered The Power to be a God and you turn it down.”

 

I nod. “As a child, I was optimistic about humanity. I have lived in The Real World.

 

People don’t want to be “Holy.” People just want to live their lives.

 

People don’t even really care about “The Big Picture” issues of Life unless they think it will affect them.”

 

At Christmas, people go out of their way to help the homeless. Pick any day of the year before the Christmas season and people usually ignore or don’t think about the homeless.”

 

There are people, who can live their lives and still help others.”

 

You don’t know where to start,” grins Santanna ?

 

I wish I could be more optimistic about the human race,” I smile.

 

Unfortunately, in the Grand Scheme Of Gods, You, Satan have The Best Job. You get to put obstacles in front of people and challenge them to overcome them.”

 

I look at Goddess. “With all due respect, God has the worst job because He gives people the benefit of the doubt and tries to help them.

 

People usually only really drop to their knees to “worship”, during an extreme personal crisis. God always gets the short end of the stick.”

 

Santanna frowns. “You want my job ?”

 

No. It is obvious you, Satan, enjoy your job immensely.”

 

If I had The Power and could fly, teleport between dimensions, change the molecular structure of items just by thinking or wishing about them. . .obviously, all these aspects of The Power would be great to have.”

 

Imagine being a human with super hero powers. The catch is the universe expects you to use those powers to help your fellow humans.”

 

But, when you try to help one human, then, sometimes you cause problems for another human. It is a proverbial, endless loop cycle,”

 

The temptation, then, is to become just a selfish God intent on satisfying your own needs.

 

You can be human and be selfish; you don’t need God-like powers to be selfish,” I explain.

 

I shrug. “I want to live out my little,mortal Life and then go Permanent Change Of Station into The Afterlife.”

 

Goddess leans on the table and looks me in the eyes. “If you were offered The Power Of Creation And Immortality To Be A God; you would reject it ?”

 

I nod. “Yes.”

 

Where humanity is concerned. Evolution is a slow process. Earth is a classroom. People live and learn lessons. “

 

I doubt humanity will ever evolve anywhere near being “Holy” or a God-like status. It is too easy for humans to get sidetracked by trivial issues in The Real World.”

 

Santanna grins. “I have to hand it to you, human. It is rare, when I meet a human, who has actually examined their hopes and dreams.”

 

Goddess rises from the table and walks around the porch. Santanna watches.

 

Santanna looks around. “Retirement is nothing like you expected,” Santanna asks ?

 

Not in my wildest dreams,” I reply and open one of the cold bottles of rum.

 

Can I help,” offers Santanna ?

 

Probably not,” I grin.

 

Santanna snickers, “You’re still holding that Misawa Air Base thing against me; aren’t you ?”

 

I nod. “Until The Day Eternity Ends.”

 

Santanna shrugs. “Life is a slow pace in the country, huh ?”

 

I nod. “I’m not going to ask for your help, if that is what you are waiting for. I simply, don’t have any issues that require your level of expertise,” I smile.

 

Nothing,” whines Santanna ?

 

I sip the rum. “For the last year, it has been frustrated dealing with the electric company.

 

But, electric companies, internet service providers, cell phone companies, telephone companies, satellite companies – they are all alike. They give you ho-hum service and send you a huge bill each month.”

 

The electric company. Is that a request ?”

 

No. It is not a request,” I emphasize.

 

I understand the challenges the electric company faces. Weather, terrain, budget – I know all those issues play into the kind of service a company can provide. I get it.”

 

Nonetheless, every business in the world ends up with the dead weight employees, who get their game down pat. They don’t rock the boat and stay under the radar.

 

The dead weights go high enough to be comfortable, but, never high enough to be noticed. Then, they sit back and “Fat Cat” off the system. They collect a paycheck for the least amount of work possible.”

 

Santanna smiles, “You think one of the electric companies in Leyte has gone ‘Fat Cat’?”

 

I shrug. “As a human, I’m not impressed by their so-called service.”

 

I’m sure an Immortal, perhaps, a God, might have the opportunity to see behind the press releases.”

 

Santanna leans across the table and grins. “Are you sure this is not a request ?”

 

This is not a request,” I emphasize.

 

I am simply calling your attention to a matter that may have escape the attention of God and Satan.

 

I’m sure one of you or both of you might check out the matter when you have time on your schedule,” I explain.

 

Santanna sits up in the chair and sips Her liqueur, “Sam, do you think we will do any business in the coming year ?”

 

I shrug. “Anything is possible, I guess.” I reply.

 

Good enough,” grins Santanna.

 

Goddess returns and sits down at the table. “Remodeling ? Renovation ? What are you thinking,” asks Goddess ?

 

Inspiration,” I reply. “Once I am inspired I will move ahead with an idea.”

 

My wife, Christy is a pro-active person. She has an idea; she goes for it. My drawback is I stroll toward an idea. I don’t charge, head-first into it.

 

The last couple of years. I have tried to be a nice guy and be kind of laid back.”

 

In the New Year, I’m going to pursue the dream Christy and I want. I’m ready,” I proclaim.

 

Santanna holds up her hand and an open bottle of Benedictine brandy appears. A glass appears in her hand and She pours the liquid. “I like the irony.”

 

The story s that the Benedictine monks came up with the drink. The story isn’t true, but, it has been told so often that the brandy is associated with the monks,” Santanna teases and takes a swig.

 

A champagne flute appears in Goddess’ hand and She sips. “A few minutes until the New Year,”

 

A cold bottle of rum appears in my hand. I sip.

 

Goddess leans against me and whispers, “Remember, even in the tropics, there is a colds and flu season.”

 

Goddess steps forward and stands in front of me. She looks me in the eyes.

 

Your mother asks that I pass along her love,” smiles Goddess, who raises Her arms and an intense beam of light radiates from each palm into my body for about five minutes.

 

Santanna stands up and steps to the other side of the table. She uses her half-filled crystal glass to point at the TV screen. “The countdown to the New Year has started.”

 

I stand up. Goddess winks at me. “You will be okay.”

 

Everyone yells, “Happy New Year !”

 

I stand near the TV. Everyone is shouting, “Happy New Year !”

 

I embrace and kiss my wife, Christy.

 

I look up.

 

A cold shiver runs up my spine, I hear Santanna’s whispered smirk in my ear, “Go get ’em, country boy !”

 

A feeling of warmth causes me to turn and look at the porch entrance. The rest of the guests are laughing and talking and watching the TV coverage of the New Year being celebrated at the precise instant in various locations in the Philippines.

 

Santanna nods, smiles and fades into the dimension of Time and Space.

 

Goddess appears and smiles. “ Samuel, you are more ready than you realize for this year.”

 

I watch Goddess fade into the dimension of Time and Space and only a small dot of light remains.

 

Christy steps up to my side. “Look, a lightning bug.”

 

Happy New Year, honey.” I put my arm around her.

 

I watch the firefly flutter around past the banana plant.

 

The firefly flies further out into the yard into the night.

Sam

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