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Paperback Writer . . . Maybe. . . ?

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by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

I am a writer.

I love to write.

I retired from the United States Air Force after a career as a military photojournalist and editor. I have written many stories in my life.

Now, that I am retired, I enjoy my passion of writing on my blogs.

I haven’t written a novel. Perhaps, I never will. However, I do write short stories.

If you want to read any of my short stories, then, check my “Sam I Am Blog” on Word Press. You can check the blog often or type into your search engine : Samuel E. Warren Jr. Short Story.

Be advised that I am a writer who writes on a variety of topics. I am a Spiritual Man.

I am NOT a Religious Man. I am downright blasphemous. I am sacreligious. I am irreligious.

Thus, on the subject of The World’s Traditional Religions, I would be the man, who stands next to Satan and could enjoy a cigar and conversation in the Afterlife with Aleister Crowley.

In my lifetime, Islam has conducted a global campaign of violence and chaos, so I will never have anything nice to say about Islam or on the subject of Muslims.

I am a Texan. I am an American. I am a Scorpio. I am not now, nor, have I ever been “Politically Correct.” 1 WARREN LAND FRONT COVER PHOTO 2

The only other fact that you need to be aware of in my short stories is I use “Warren English.”

I violate the accepted “Rules Of American English” and, most definitely, “Her Majesty’s United Kingdom English.”

I write to communicate and for dramatic effect.

I watch my spelling.

I use the standard English format of subject, verb, and object. I toss in adjectives, adverbs and prepositional phrases where needed. I don’t worry about comma splices. I do not write to impress English professors or grammar teachers.

As a military journalist, I had to essentially memorize Strunk & White’s Rules Of Grammar. As an editor, I saw sections of The Associated Press Style Book and Libel Manual in my dreams.

Strunk & White are both dead. The Associated Press never sent me a paycheck. I’m retired. I write as I please.

I employ a “Journalistic Style” of writing, which means I usually don’t put more than two or three sentences in a paragraph.

The other factor of “Warren English” is I capitalize English words that are not always capitalized.
Life is important — you get one.

Death is important — you only want one.

War is important because it is Life and Death on a grand scale.

Thus, I routinely capitalize Death, Life and War.

The primary focus of my “Warren English” is communication and understanding.

I write for fun. I write for my readers. I would hope that I can inform, entertain, inspire and challenge your beliefs and awaken your imagination.

Look for a Samuel E. Warren Jr. Short Story coming soon to the Sam I Am Blog.

24th Wedding Anniversary

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Editor’s Note — I wrote this editorial on my Wedding Anniversary for my wife. I had problems logging into my Word Press blog accounts on that day. Thus, the editorial stayed on my hard drive until I could get logged into publish the article.
Word Press seems to have updated their publish system, since my last editorial, so the format of this editorial may look different than previous posts.
Samuel E. Warren Jr.
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24th Wedding Anniversary

Today, Sunday, July 20, 2014, Christy Warren, my wife, celebrates her 24th Wedding Anniversary. Wait, a minute. . .my wife ? Holy Cow ! That means I’ve been married 24 years today also.

I need a minute.

Okay. The shock has passed.

I am surprised I am celebrating 24 years of marriage. I was a single man. I liked being a single man.
My first marriage was “Made In Hell.” Actually, I made the Supreme Mistake of walking down the alise of the neo-Gothic cathedral of The School Of The Ozarks at Point Lookout, Missouri, back in the late ’70s.

I made it a point to ‘Forget’ that so-called “Wedding Day.”

The Lesson Of My First Marriage was simple: I will Never, Ever get married again. Two-and-a-half miserable years of being “Locked” into “Holy Wedlock”, is the reason Why I Don’t Fear Hell. I spent everyday in Hell for two-and-a-half, long, miserable years. I dreaded sunrise each day.

Once my divorce was granted, I made myself “The Promise.”

The Promise was simple: “Never Again.”

At age 24, I won back my “Freedom.”

I never had any intention of ever getting married again.

I was “Free !” I was single, again.” I had a good job in the United States Air Force. Thanks to Uncle Sam, I do my job, salute smartly and I could travel the world. I did.

Again, I was a Single American. I was fortunately to be a Single American G.I. I loved my job in Public Affairs because I got to live my fantasy as “The Reporter.”

I lived to write. My mentor Master Sergeant took the time to really “Teach” me how to use a camera to take news photographs for the newspaper. I worked at it and became a photojournalist. I wrote the stories and shot the photos, which ended up in print in a base newspaper. My Life was complete. I was Whole. I was Happy.

The day came when Uncle Sam handed me a set of orders for duty in the Pacific. Hallelujah !

The Ozarks country boy ends up at Kadena Air Base, Okinawa. I had heard my father’s stories about World War II in the Pacific. I had heard other veterans War stories about duty in the Pacific. I did some interviews and published some of those stories. When Uncle Sam gave me the orders, I had my camera bag packed before my duffel bag and I was ready to catch the aircraft on the runway.

While stationed on Okinawa, I noticed and met some of the Most Beautiful Women On Planet Earth.

I met Koreans and Filipinas. I got a temporary duty assignment to the Kingdom Of Thailand, so I met beautiful Thais, Cambodian and Laotian women.

I was in my 20s and 30s, so I was as “Handsome” as I was ever going to be. Fortunately, the striking blue uniform and my Battle Dress Uniform made even an average looking guy like me appear like a handsome Hollywood heart throb.

Still, I had “No Intention Of Never, Ever Getting Married Again.”
At Clark Air Base, Republic of the Philippines, I fell in love with the tropical climate, the country, the base, and my job. I was a Single American G.I., whose blood flowed and his heart pounded, so I naturally noticed I was “Ground Zero” in the Pacific version of Heaven. Everywhere I looked — Filipinas.

A Single Man In Paradise surrounded by beautiful women realizes Life is more fun and meaningful when it is shared.

One Filipina caught my eye. Christy had a Farah Fawcett-Majors shag haircut. Her eyes sparkled. Her smile was diamond bright sunshine.

She wasn’t tall. Still, she caught my eye and I could see her as a “Playboy” or “Penthouse” centerfold in my mind.

Christy might have known two words in English. Language was definitely the barrier. I learned broken Tagalog and she busted through the barrier and learned English quickly.

One of the things I noticed about my future wife was her independence and sense of style. In the Asian culture, women usually are shy and taught to stay in the background. Christy was one of the few Asian women I had ever met, who did not do the cultural “Docile Routine.”

When it came to style, Christy had the eye of a fashion designer. She knew how to mix and match colors that caught my eye and made other men turn their heads.

We began to date. I suddenly realized, “Jackpot !”

I knew “If” I didn’t marry Christy I would always regret the decision. I wanted someone I could “Love” and share my Life with.

Women came and Women went. I was a single man. I knew, Christy was “The Woman!” I didn’t want to see her, “Go.”

I proposed.

She made me wait.

I kept at the job and wondered “If” she would take me up on my offer.

She did.

Friday, July 20, Nineteen Eighty Nine, the presses rolled. “The Philippine Flyer” came “Hot Off The Press !”

In the best tradition of American Newspaper Editors And Reporters, I had told Christy, “The newspaper comes first !”

My Wedding Day was scheduled to happen — after “The Philippine Flyer” came off the presses. Show Time was 10 a.m., at the Justice Of The Peace office at The Main Gate of Clark Air Base. I and everyone of my witnesses and people from my office were in position.

The only thing missing ? The Bride.

Christy was having “Second Thoughts.”

The clock ticks. Time passes.

I smiled a lot.

The smiles helped to hide my nervousness.
I remembered the stories about being “Left At The Altar.” I remembered Dustin Hoffman in the movie, “The Graduate.”

The witnesses were getting restless. The Justice Of The Peace did some more paperwork to pass the time.

I got restless.

At 1 p.m., my “Bride” walked through the door. Heaven retired an “Archangel” that day. Christy was a heavenly vision. She wore a simple white dress with the traditional Filipina “Imelda Marcos Filipina sleeves”, which rise an inch or two at the shoulder seam.

Filipina First Lady Imelda Marcos made the dress style internationally famous, so, at least, Military Americans got in the habit of describing the dress as “The Imelda Dress” or a Filipino dress with “Imelda sleeves.”

Christy wore her long hair up to create a bun at the back described as Chinese style. I describe her holding mechanism as “Chopsticks”, for lack of a better descriptive term.

Christy was “Perfect.”

24 Years Later — My Bride, Christy is still “Perfect.”

The only thing my bride lacked was “Wings.” I looked at her and my mind’s eye supplied the feathery, ivory angelic wings to match her dress.

“I do.” The two most important words I ever uttered in my life, I spoke that day.

When I die, I doubt I go to Heaven. I don’t care. I’m a redneck Texan. I grew up in the Hillbilly Ozarks. I am an arrogant American. I love my country and my flag.

The Texan Warrens and The Missouri Ozarks’ DeLongs taught me the most important thing in Life is to Live It and Love Your Family.

The Day I Step Out Of This Life and stand before God or Satan and am expected to make a statement about my life, I already know, what I will say:

“Sir, with all due respect, I enjoyed every second of my Life. I had the Best Mother any Son or Daughter could ever ask for.”

” I am grateful for my father. I hit the celestial jackpot of aunts and uncles when it came to DeLongs and Warrens. The Universe hit me hard at times in Life.”

“I am not a religious man. However, I got The Best Wife that any man, in the past, present or future, could ever imagine or ask for. Christy Saldana Warren might not have been an archangel, but, she has always been, My Goddess. My wife has always been my strength, my heart and my soul.”

“If this is Judgement Day; so be it ! I ain’t askin’ for ‘Squat.’ I just want The Universe, Yahweh, Jehovah, Allah, The Christian God and whatever other deities, real or imagined, which live in The Universe to realize I loved Christy Warren with my heart and blackened soul. I thank The Universe for my son, Samuel Ranilo Warren. I thank The Universe for my daughter, Donna Junea Warren.”

“My children have ‘The Best’ of their beautiful Filipina mother. I truly hope, my children have inherited some of the redneck arrogance, cynicism, skepticism, independence, stubbornness,and courage of their American Warren and DeLong ancestors and their ‘Hell-raising’ father, so they will achieve their own personal greatness in their lives.”

“Therefore, God, Satan, with all due respect,my Life is better than I could of ever hoped for. Faith, Hope, Beauty, Joy, Happiness — I had it all.”

“If you gentlemen dieties wanted me to suffer — you messed up ! I found ‘My Wife.’ I found ‘My Life.’ Christy Saldana Warren. I lived on the planet Earth. But, I Never really Lived until I woke up each morning and looked into Christy’s face.”

“My world. My Life. My Soul. I lived as a man. My wife completed me. No silly reward or No eternal punishment can ever separate my from The Love Of My Wife Christy On Earth.”

“Send Me To Heaven ! Send Me To Hell ! Cast My Atoms To The Far Reaches Of The Universe ! I will have the last smile. I had ‘The Best Mother Of Mankind.’ No Eternal Punishment Will Ever Torture My Sinner’s Soul because I had ‘The Best Wife Of Mankind’ — Christy Saldana Warren.”

In the United States, it is never easy to find the Love of another person.

In the Republic Of The Philippines, Love might be totally ignored because people are taught to believe in a God creature or his underling, rather than open their eyes and search for the soul that adds to or completes their Life.

My Life has taught me that Love is The Soul Who Completes You.

Christy has not always agreed with me. Christy, at times, has definitely disagreed with me. We have had our loud shouting matches at each other. However, I would never want to imagine My Life Without Her.

Thus, God or Satan — real or not — does not worry me. None of the deities of Mankind frighten me. Yahweh, Jehovah, Allah, The Christian God can all take a bus to Brooklyn and drown themselves in The Atlantic Ocean. I do not “NEED” or “WANT” any of the silly religious fantasies and mythologies of The World’s Old Tired Organized Religions.

I stood at “Ground Zero”, the day that Super Typhoon Yolanda, came to my barangay in the Philippines. I heard the winds howl. I saw the intense white light around the door frame. The door busts open three times. Three times I rushed put my shoulder to the door and closed it.

None of the phony Gods Of Mankind had ‘The Power’ to take me.

I love my wife and family. The phony Gods didn’t get me and they had their chance.

Super Typhoon Yolanda didn’t take me and I gave her three chances when I grabbed the door and shut it.

Thus, “If” I ever do stand before one of the false Gods Of Mankind or Satan, I will be respectful: I was born a Texan and “Respect” is ingrained in my DNA.

I will not “Fear” because I was raised in the Ozarks by a proud “hillbilly” mother, who taught me “Love IS Family” and “Family IS Always Love.” Relatives who betray you; aren’t family — they are just biological lifeforms who have a lot of the shared RNA and DNA.

Marriage can and does “Create A Special Mystical Strand Of RNA and DNA”, which flows through the blood and enhances the organs to evolve a human into a special, unique human, who lives for his or her family.

In the final analysis, I have, no doubt, I could look God or Satan in the eyes and present my final statements.

“My wife,Christy made me welcome each sunrise. Everyday with Christy was an adventure. We had our ups. We had our downs. We always had ‘The Love.’ Christy gave me two beautiful children, Samuel Ranilo Warren and Donna Junea Warren. The Universe knows ‘My Goddess’ is Christy Warren — my heart, my soul, and my Life.”

Thank You, Christy for 24 Wonderful Years Of Married Life. Thank You, Christy for 24 Years Of Life. Christy, You are “My Goddess.”

I love you, Christy.
Sam

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

 

Link

 

Samuel E. Warren Jr., The Prophet

 

https://samuelewarrenjrtheprophet.wordpress.com/

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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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Thank You Mrs. Sheryl A, Vargas by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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Thank You,

 

Mrs. Sheryl A. Vargas

Tanauan National High School

 

During the 2012 – 2013 Holiday Season you gave Ranilo Saldana a homework assignment on “Friends.” He diligently worked on the assignment.

 

At one point, he asked his “Uncle Sam” to help explain the English lyrics: “ . . . For good times and bad times, I’ll be on your sides forever more. That’s what friends are for. . . ”

 

From my old days of working in a radio station and listening to contemporary music, the lyrics were instantly recognizable.

 

The ability to try and put the concept of “Friendship” into words to explain an idea is not always an easy task.

 

While he returned to work on his school project, the explanation inspired an idea about “Friendship” that I had considered to write as the December holiday season began.

 

Ideas about previous Christmas celebrations made their way to the front of the line in my mind. The “Friend” idea found a comfortable chair and lounged in the lobby of my mind.

 

Ranilo’s assignment had reminded me of the “Friend” idea lounging in the lobby of my mind. Mrs, Vargas, “Thank you for the homework assignment”, it provided the inspiration to get me thinking and to put my thoughts on the virtual paper of cyberspace.

 

My “Honor The Friend” article is the result of the inspiration.

HOUR GLASS THUMBNAIL

 

Thank You

Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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The Star Picture Frame Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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THIS IS THE STAR PICTURE FRAME LEAD PHOTO TO PUBLISH MOMMA AND DADDY 1

The Star Picture Frame

The glass star picture frame is an American antique from the World War II and 1940s era. Opal M. DeLong Warren and her husband, Samuel E. Warren sit at the counter of “Sammy’s”, a landmark and famous Houston, Texas restaurant.  Sammy and Opal smile at the photographer.

 

In this photograph, Opal worked as a sales clerk at Foley’s, a major department store in Houston. Samuel E. Warren worked as a "Heat Treater" at Cameron Iron Works, In his job, molten metal was poured into dies to make tools for crescent wrenches,oil well equipment and jet plane pistons.

 

At the end of the day, the Warrens would often meet for supper at "Sammy’s." Both of the Warrens had a second job. Opal worked nights as the chief waitress at "Cook’s Hoedown Club." Samuel worked nights "pulling bar" as a bartender and sometimes a bouncer at "Cook’s Hoedown Club."

 

Mom and dad were "workaholics", but their efforts paid off they "owned" their home in Houston and they bought a farm in Missouri. Of course, they were also the proud parents of the world famous American Reporter,Writer and Photographer, Samuel E. Warren Jr.

 

Opal and Sammy established the foundations that guided Samuel E. Warren Jr, to join the United States Air Force and try to make a positive difference in the world.   CHRISTMAS TREE LOGO PHOTO TWO THUMBNAIL

    CHRISTMAS STAR LOGO PHOTO THUMBNAIL TWO

Samuel E. Warren Jr. married Maria Christina “Christy” Saldana at Clark Air Base  Republic of the Philippines, July 19, 1990. December 19, 2011, they moved to Leyte, Republic of the Philippines to allow Christy to return to her birthplace. Nikon D 70 Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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What is it ? The Prototype Photos by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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What is it ?

 

THE PROTOTYPE PHOTO 1_resized

 

 

Hollywood Starship 3D Prototype ?

 

In the 21st Century with computer games, amazing paint programs, 3D rendering applications, you take an idea, sketch it out in your mind, on paper, or on the digital screen and in a few minutes, you have the image.

 

Using the right materials you can bring the image from the Virtual Realm of Electronic Imagination into The Real World. Hollywood and other nation’s movie studio love to point to rough sketches and storyboard and show videos of how a character goes from a rough sketch to two dimensional and then to 3D to the point that the character looks almost like a living person. The scenery and the props around the character take on an almost “Real World” feel and presence.

 

Look at the first photo again; do you think it is a “Real World” prototype for a starship for an upcoming Manila blockbuster film ?

 

What do you think the photo is a picture of ? I like to hear from readers. Go to my “Samuel Warren” page on facebook. You should recognize my avatar on facebook which is the same one I use on Word Press. The man in the “blue suit.” Please, leave your comment on my facebook page. Please, begin the comment with the word, Prototype, so it is easy to find the comments. As soon as I get 100 “guesses” and comments on my facebook page Then, I will publish the answer.

 

Need another clue ? Check the photo below.

THE PROTOTYPE PHOTO 2_resized

 

Give me your best guess ?”

 

Sam

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December 3, 2012 at 3:17 PM

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