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Filipina Did ‘Stop The Pope’

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by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

Glyzelle Palomar,12, a Filipina street child managed to “Stop The Pope” with one question.

For five days, Pope Francis I got treated like “God On Earth.”

“God On Earth”

The pope’s every whim was catered to. People rushed to be in the pope’s presence. Whether “He” opened his mouth to yawn or speak people rushed to hear every word. Every sentence he spoke was taken down and “Worshiped” as “Gospel” and “Holy Truth.”

The Pope didn’t sing one note like a rock star and, yet, the “Groupies” and “Faith Fools” lined the streets.

The Pope did not “Walk On Water” and had to wear a yellow poncho in the rain because raindrops still fell on his tall, fat, old body.

The Pope did not “Raise Anyone From The DEAD” — “No Lazarus Productions.” People in the Philippines still “Died” with “The Old Holy Faker” in country.

The Pope did a Mass for “The Super Typhoon Yolanda Dead” and all the “DEAD” bodies remained asleep in the earth. No one arose.

TV cameras were trained on the pope and the graves, so it would of been obvious if anyone began to dig their way out of their graves; they did not.

Alas, Lazarus was a “No Show” for “The Power Of The Pope.”

The Pope did not “Part The Pacific Ocean” to walk from Leyte back to Luzon and into Manila. Typhoon Amang actually cut “The Pope’s Visit” to Tacloban City short, so that he had to fly back to Manila.

The Pope who is “On The Record” as supporting “Exorcists” in “The Church” didn’t use any of his time to “Exorcise” a single evil entity in a nation were the culture is rich in stories of Satan and his legions of monsterous demons, devils and denizens.

The Pope did not “Exorcise” a single demon, devil or possessed person in the Philippines, during his visit.

I feel wonderful, incidentally, “Thank You” for asking.

For all Pope Dope’s prayers, “Signs Of The Cross” gestures, “Blessings,” communion wafers and passing out of “Holy Water”, I did experience some “Disgust “ that so many people could be so “Stupid” to believe in the old fool so completely.

However, now, that Pope Dope has flown his holy hind end back to Rome — I feel fine. “Thank you.”

The 21st Century Holy Men just are not as impressive as the “Old Fictional Holy Men Of The Holy Bible.”

Still, the phony Holy Men Of The 21st Century still have “The Personality Power” to turn large numbers of people : “Pope Dope Stupid.”

The Five Days In January 2015 In The Republic Of The Philippines became “The Longest Non-Stop Orgy Of Public Bureaucratic Religious Butt Kissing In World History.”

The International News Media — The Global Religious Cheerleaders — was as shallow, naive, and gullible as any patient in a mental asylum because like the superstitious minions they bowed down to kiss “The Old Holy Faker’s Feet” with every news dispatch, report and continuing television coverage of the pope.

The Last Time A Public Orgy Of Insanity was so widely accepted and venerated was during the reign of The Roman Empire’s Emperor Caligula.

Emperor Caligula had been a successful Roman general who came to power on “The Death Of Emperor Tiberius”, his great uncle and “Adopted” grandfather. History points out the first six months of Caligula’s reign as noble and moderate.

Of course, Catholicism and Christianity “Conquered” The Roman Republic through “Stupidity”, so, world history, now, refers to the rest of Emperor Caligula’s reign as sadistic and perverted.

Alas, Caligula didn’t have streaming video, social media, computers, cell phones, and global news networks to report his every perverted whim like the pope does.

Thus, Emperor Caligula is considered a “Bad Guy.” Pope Dope, of course, instead of being considered a perverted old religious dictator is considered a Holy Man.

Pope Francis I is tall, fat and old.

The World’s Number One Ranking Holy Man can “bamboozle” and “scam” anyone on the planet with a smile and a few, nice words.

Yet, a poor Filipina street child “Stopped The Old Holy Faker” in his tracks with a question.

Like the children’s story of “The Emperor’s New Clothes” it was a child, who pointed out the obvious and made a fool of the emperor.

Glyzelle Palomar,12, a Filipina street child, “Made A Fool Of Pope Francis I,” because he did not answer a simple question.

The reported question was, “Why does God allow child prostitution ?”

The Pope did not answer. . .right away.

The news story claims that the pope quit speaking English, revered to Spanish for a few moments (perhaps, it is easier for ‘The Old Argentine Bar Bouncer Turned Holy Man’ to ‘cuss’ in Spanish.).

“Harry The Holy Man” —- Pope Francis I had began receiving “Broadway Red Carpet Headlines”, the instant he waved from the window on the airplane on the runway.

The pope had to come up with some type of answer for the child, which would play well with the World Media and “The Faith Fools”, so no one realizes the holy con artist was just in country to rip off wallets and purses and keep “The Faith Fools” as “zombies” to the phony faith headquartered in Rome.

“Yes, Glyzelle, God Does Allow Global Child Prostitution.”

The real answer is simple.

Pope Francis I is a religious man and he did not give the child “The Real Answer.”

“The Universal Religious Default”

Anytime, any place on Earth, a holy man or a holy woman is asked a religious question they cannot answer —- they go to “The Universal Religious Default” to “Pass The Buck To Dead Jesus Christ” or “Fictional God.”

The answer is “Always” a variation of “God Works In Strange And Mysterious Ways” or “God Has A ‘Master Plan.’”

The ‘Truth” is holy men and holy women have absolutely “No Idea What God’s Master Plan Is.

The Ancient Religious Fiction Writers Never Came Up With A Logical Happy Ending.

“The Laws Of Science”

God does not work in strange and mysterious ways because the universe and planet “Works” based on the logical laws of science. Once in a Blue Moon an “Exception” to a “Law Of Science” happens, but, it is rare, and, in time, it is discovered it was the understanding of the science that was incorrect and not the action.

Super Typhoon Yolanda “Killed”, at least, 6,300 Filipinos based on “The Laws Of Science In Action.”

Glyzelle, the pope did not answer your question because he did not want to tell you “The Truth.”

“Why does God allow child prostitution ?”

“Yes, Glyzelle, God Does Allow Global Child Prostitution.”

God is fiction.

There is “No Tangible, Real World Evidence Anywhere On Planet Earth That God Almighty Is Real And Alive.” People need the “Fictional Idea Of God” to give them Hope and Faith.

Glyzelle, the world is full of good people and bad people. The bad people do not care who they hurt as long as they get their way and their needs are met.

Bad people are willing to pay money to buy children to use as “Slaves” at home, in business, or for sexual entertainment.

God is fiction. God can’t stop bad people.

The real people in government have to “Want” to stop “Child Prostitution” worldwide.

However, Glyzelle, authorities around the world look the other way and ignore the issue because “Sex For Money” is an ancient practice as old as the planet and “The Illegal Money From Sex — Prostitution” is as important as “The Legal Money From Sex — Marriage” to maintain “The World Economy.”

Glyzelle, “Good People Do Not ‘Buy’ Children To Use For Sex.”

There was another obvious reason the pope would not give you an “Honest Answer” to your question : “Pedophile Priests.”

“Pedophile Priests”

In the 1980s, people who had been “Sexually Abused” as children by priests, nuns, monsignors, bishops, archbishops, and cardinals went to the government and legal authorities around the planet and filed civil and criminal cases against “The Criminals Of The Cloth.”

All religions in the 1980s, “Lost A Lot Of Money” because many religious officials were “Convicted” as “Child Molesters.”

The Roman Catholic Church “Survived” because it is an ancient multinational religious corporation with the pope as “The Chief Executive Officer.” “The Church” quickly “Closed Ranks” and senior officials figured out ways to end, delay or stop investigations.

Since Catholicism is a strict, bureaucratic religion and government, it was fairly easy for “The Church” to “Shut Out” government officials.

Other religions like Baptists, Lutherans, Methodist, Pentecost, and Mormons do not have the financial power or organization to shut out governments, so sometimes the “suspected minister” or “suspected preacher” was sentenced to prison.

“The Criminals Of The Cloth”

“The Church” —- Catholicism —- always “Rescued” their priests and nuns by keeping them out of prison.

Glyzelle, the pope could not give you an “Honest Answer” because he would have to admit that “God Is Fiction” and that “The Church” is as “Guilty” of “Child Molestation” and “Child Prostitution” as any criminals on the planet.

“The Church” has spent millions of dollars and billions of pesos over the decades to protect their “Criminals Of The Cloth.”

Glyzelle, never loose your “Courage.” Glyzelle, never loose your “Curiosity In Life” and continue to ask difficult questions and search for answers.

Glyzelle learn to be “Careful” in whom you ask questions of.

Glyzelle,Your “Honest Question” embarassed the pope.

The pope would not and could not give you an “Honest Answer.”

An “Honest Answer” would suggest that “Religion Worldwide Is A Scam”, and it would remind people of “The Corruption Of Catholicism” which was rampant in the 1980s, when “Pedophile Priests” always seemed to be in the headlines.

One young “Doubting Thomas” in the Philippines “Stopped” The Planet’s Most Famous Old Religious Snake Charmer “dead in his tracks with a simple question.”

The Global Media Of Religious Cheerleaders down played the event and decided to ignore the child, for the most part, and put the lame religious response to the question.


 

“My Eternal Wish For The United States Of America Is Americans Never Become “Muslim Morons” Or “Pope Dope Stupid.”
— Samuel E. Warren Jr., American Writer


 

Humanity’s Evolution Towards Global Religious Slavery And Stupidity Remains On Course.

Look at “Today’s” World News Headlines “The Religious Wars” continue around the planet in 2015.

The World is in “World War III.”

People do not recognize “The War” because they still have a naive “Faith” in their “Cowardly Leaders” who have “Sold Out” their nations for wealth and phony economic promises of global stability.

The seriousness of “World War III” has not sunk in, yet, because the Islamic State, al-Qaeda, Al-Qaeda In The Arab Pennisula (AQAP) or The Iranian military is not, yet, in a position to carry out definite,daily strategic and tactical attacks of Western citizens on the soil of Western nations.

The handwriting is on the wall; it is simply a matter of time.

In the first two “World Wars”, the United States was asleep at the wheel. The current World War is no different.  This time, America has a “Coward” for president, who has no idea how to keep America’s borders safe.

President Barack Obama’s biography states that he spent some years growing up in Indonesia, a Muslim country, so Americans are naive to expect “Muslim Mikey” to have their best interest at heart when it comes to “The Prophet Mohammed” and “Allah.”

Obama’s Administration has continued to “Down-size The Military” while the Islamic State Threat is real in The Middle East and Global Terrorism continues to run rampant around the world.

“Wise Up, Americans,” Obama is “Benedict Arnold 2015 !” Obama’s interest in America isn’t patriotic.

You take a kid who got shipped from country to country in his childhood and you expect him to take “Roots” as a national leader ?

Work with your congressman and senators to “Take Back The White House.” Keep in mind, the next election is still several months away, so stay alert, read up on George Washington, Benjamin Franklin and Thomas Jefferson, and study up on personal self defense.

“The Survivalists Of The 1970s and The 1980s”, were wrong about “The Enemy”, but, not “The Fact” that “Freedom” is always “Threatened When You Let Your Guard Down.”

The aggressive effort to “Stop Americans’ 2nd Amendment” and take America’s guns is an important “Conquest” objective.

Look at World History, especially in the 20th Century, any time a dictator is on the rise, the “Peace Freaks” and “Jesus Freaks” arrive to tell you to lay down your weapons.

Any American Politician who is against you owning and using your gun is “A Traitor ! ”

Guts,Guns, Farmers, Fishermen, Blue Collar Workers, and G.I.s have always kept America Free !

All The World should ‘Stand Up Against Religious Stupidity And Slavery !”

Perhaps, people have become so “Stupid” they long to “Kiss The Pope’s Butt” and to put their faces in the dirt and their butts in the air for Allah.

I “Hope” children always remain intelligent enough to question old religious fools, who play on the emotions of people to get at the wallets, purses, real estate, and the minds of intelligent adults.

Sam

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Super Typhoon Yolanda Aftermath One Year Later — The Lesson : “Live Life”

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by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

Super Typhoon Yolanda changed my Life.

I lived inside “Ground Zero.”

I am a “Survivor.”

One obvious change Yolanda has made to my Life is I am more “aggressive.” Any pretense of patience is completely gone from my Life. I get a project done or I toss it and move on to one I can get done.

One obvious change Yolanda gave me is the opportunity to “Face Death.”

I have had a year to look at my reaction. I should be “Petrified.” I definitely felt, “Concern.”

Today is Saturday, November 8, 2014. A year ago, at “Ground Zero”, I stood in my bedroom and watched the winds of Super Typhoon Yolanda bow the coconut wood door back and forth like a warped, black LP record flexed back and forth.

Three times, Yolanda blew open the door. Three times, I pushed against the wind and intense walls of blowing rain to close the door.

Yolanda took the roof, but she left the thin sheets of plywood over the roof. Although, she did bend one down almost double to continue to pour a persistent waterfall of rain into the room.

Christy Warren, my wife, stood in front of me, and stared out the single window in the wall. I stood behind Christy and had my arms down around her. I watched the door disco dance against the door jab.

I still remember my chant: “You can stop anytime now.”

I have no idea, how many times I repeated those words. Everyone else in the room was quite.

Junea and Vanissa stood behind me. Digna Mora, the cleaning lady, stood behind the girls. Her son, David was under the concrete shelf sink at the back of the room. He fell asleep.

We heard Yolanda’s winds take the tin roof over the bedroom and the abundance of sudden sunlight over the plywood section confirmed the roof had gone airborne.

There was a plywood section for a roof under the tin. The plywood section held, but a sheet of the wood buckled in half.

The wingtip of “my” Archangel Michael statue held up that section of the roof, while the torrential rain poured in and the dry concrete floor began to fill like a swimming pool. The water inside the room would rise to a half-inch before Yolanda ceased her seize.

I remember every second of Yolanda’s bombardment.

Today, a year later, the sun is shining. The temperature is not too hot. Earlier this afternoon around one p.m., there was a nice breeze. A year ago, the phrase “Hell On Earth” had “A Real World” meaning.

I decided not to go to the “Yolanda Commemoration Ceremonies” in Tacloban City and Tanauan because I wanted “The Day” to think about my reaction to Yolanda.

All week long, ABS-CBN has aired the “Survivor Stories.” As a retired military newsman, I understand the decision. People want to know, “What Was It Like ?”

“Scary,” in a word.

The catch is, obviously, there is a limit to how much adrenaline your body pumps in a crisis situation. You sense and feel, “Fear.” But, the “Fear” can’t last.

“Numbness” replaced the initial “Fear” and the “Concern.” I stood at “The Mercy Of A Force Of Nature.” There was absolutely nothing I could do.

Yolanda could of snatched me or anyone else in the room and tossed us against the walls like rag dolls. Yolanda could of tossed any of us out through the roof.

Yolanda could of reached inside the room and pulled any or all of us out through the narrow doorway. Yolanda kept us corralled and “pinned up” in the room until her winds were done outside.

“Thanks To Yolanda, I no longer ‘Fear Death.’”

Naturally, I have “The Death Fantasy” where you lie in bed, surrounded by family and friends who love you. You close your eyes for the last time and “Death” arrives.

If I get “The Death Fantasy” fine; if not, at least, Yolanda, provided the lesson of awareness and acceptance of “Here Comes, The Last Ride ! ”

A year ago, once I heard the winds disappear, I stepped to the door and opened it.

“Stunned,” is the only word that works.

A Child Of The Cold War, I cut my baby teeth on the stories of United States, Soviet Union and Red Chinese Nuclear Armageddon Aftermath.

I remember the Civil Defense lessons in grade school. I got the blue prints I got in the mail from the United States Superintendent Of Documents to “build a bomb shelter in your backyard.”

Momma never let me build the bomb shelter. I couldn’t even convince her to build a basement. I always wanted a basement.

As a teenager, I had watched countless TV shows and movies about The Cold War Nuclear Apocalypse.

As a senior citizen, I stood on the concrete porch and looked at the devastated landscape of the island of Leyte.

No Hollywood Cold War Nuclear Holocaust Movie even came close to Super Typhoon Yolanda.

The brutal sky remained angry swatches of gray. The horizontal canvas was saturated. The rain had stopped and the sky still appeared soaked. The sky around me dripped like running paint on a wet canvas.

The dense emerald vegetation was yanked, pulled and discarded like a giant weedeater had gone ballistic on the landscape.

The huge tree at the corner of the porch had been yanked up by the roots and dropped like a weed at the hole, which moments before had covered the roots.

The 50 to 75 coconut trees in front of the house were gone. Two complete trees stood and four giant busted toothpicks, which had been coconut trees were still embedded in the ground.

Some of the coconut trees had fallen like discarded Lincoln Logs on to the plundered landscape.

Silence.

No sound.

In rural Leyte it is rare for an hour to pass without a rooster crowing somewhere nearby.

Across the barangay road, the neighbor’s bamboo house was gone completely. Christy’s white sari-sari store building was tilted at a 15 degree angle toward the road.

The bamboo carport had served it’s purpose. The bamboo poles were still in the ground. The dried coconut leaves roof had gone airborne.

Fortunately, the carport had stood long enough to keep the van on the ground. The other benefit of the carport, is it helped provide temporary shelter.

When the neighbors across the road, felt their house was going around them, they ran outside to the carport and got next to the van, according to the neighbor woman, they essentially formed a human chain and she held on to the van’s door handle.

Today, I stand with a mug of coffee in my hand and look out at the Land in front of the house. Sunlight bathes the dense vegetation.

We have a tin roof again over the house. The US AID gray tarpaulin still serves as two walls of the house.

I strolled up the barangay road a distance this afternoon. Houses are again beginning to take shape. The rice fields seem to be recovering. The Cameri Barangay Elementary School has a roof again. Neighbors’ roosters chase hens in the school yard and a concrete building in the corner is going up in a corner of the school yard.

Son, Samuel Ranilo Warren got tagged to participate in a Yolanda Commemorative Ceremony in Tacloban City as did cousin,Vanissa Saldana. Daughter, Donna Junea Warren got to “Fly Free” to a girlfriend’s birthday celebration today.

Christy and I have been relaxing around the old Pacific Ponderosa today. One Warren Way got severely remodeled by Super Typhoon Yolanda, but with time, I am sure we will have walls again someday. I need to find a carpenter, I believe, can put my concrete hollow blocks up to build a “Strong” wall.

As a political science and history student, I had memorized the photos of the destruction of “Fat Man” and “Little Boy” to Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Japan in 1945. A year ago, Yolanda at “Ground Zero” in Tanauan, Barangay Baras delivered the “Destruction” without the radioactive “Fallout.”

November 8, 2014 — Tacloban City reports 6,000 people dead. Officials calculate, at least, 1,061 are still missing. I doubt an accurate “body count” for Super Typhoon Yolanda will ever be firmly established because a tidal wave came ashore and took structures and, no doubt, people back out to The Leyte Gulf and The Pacific Ocean.

The brutal winds of Yolanda took roofs and “bombed out” the insides of churches and smashed all the pews to smithereens. More than a week after Yolanda’s winds, I saw that Yolanda had parked a car and a Chevrolet pickup with the grilles against the ground. The trunk and pickup bed pointed up toward the sky, while the wheels rested on the side of a building.

Super Typhoon Yolanda, a year later, has reminded me of an Important Lesson Of Life: ”Live Life !”

I would emphasize : “Live Life With A Passion !”

Today is Saturday, November 8, 2014.

Tomorrow, at sun rise, my plan, is like the plan for today : “The sun is up. Time to make a cup of coffee and enjoy the day.”

Sam

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Barangay Cameri Road Construction Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr

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Barangay Road Construction Nikon D 70 Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr. The late afternoon of December 10, 2012, this bulldozer widens the barangay road through Cameri. The barangay of farmers base their living on a few head of livestock like hogs, chickens, hair goats, and caribous as well as the money earned on coconut crops and the rice fields. The farm road is an important link to the highway to Tanauan and Tacloban City, on the eastern visayas’ island of Leyte, Republic of the Philippines. This photograph was taken from a tricycle moving past the bulldozer using a Nikon D 70 camera. Nikon D 70 Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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How To Build A Christmas Tree Photos by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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Christmas Craft Project

 

How To Build A Christmas Tree

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Rayniel Saldana cuts strips into aluminum foil to create the branches for a Christmas Tree. Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

Ranilo asks his Aunt Christy if the scrawny bamboo tree would make a good Christmas Tree. Christy shook her head No. “We can build a Christmas Tree,” she smiled.

 

All the kids looked at their aunt like she had asked them to help build a space shuttle. Their eyes flashed the word, “Impossible.”

 

Only God can make a tree, but, the Warren nieces and nephews should realize by now, “Aunt Christy” will come up with a way to build a Christmas Tree.

 

Ranilo helped Christy saw off a mop handle-sized branch from the bamboo tree.

 

LENEIL RAYNIELAND JUNEA WORK ON THE TREE

 

Leneil and Rayniel Saldana wrap aluminum foil around pieces of electrical wire strands, which serve as branches for this Christmas Tree. Junea Tanahale straightens her tree branch. Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

Instead of, the 3-pound Folger’s coffee can, she choose a Bear Brand can about the same sie to fill with rocks to serve as a tree stand.

 

The pole-sized branch went into the center of the can and remained upright due to the rocks packed tightly around the artificial trunk. Christy then sent Junea, Ranyiel and Vanissa to a Sari Sari Store for aluminum foil.

 

Christy got some discarded electrical wire and stripped off some of the insulation to create the rods for the branches. Ranilo got green Japanese rice paper to wrap the artificial trunk.

 

Using a kitchen knife, she bored holes to hold the rods into the trunk. She met my look of skepticism with a smile and the comment, “You use what you have.”

 

In the United States, Christy would of used Reynold’s Wrap Heavy Duty Aluminum Foil, which she always wrapped the Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner turkeys in to cook. In Barangay Baras, the aluminum foil has a thinner quality.

 

Christy cut strips and showed the kids how to fold the sheets in half. Once folded, they would cut incisions three-quarters of the way down to create the needles of the tree.

 

Christy and the kids used the scissors to curl the slender strips. Then, they wrapped the strips around the rods to create branches. Sunday afternoon wore into Sunday evening and supper time. Day One ends and the tree is “still a work in progress.”

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Leneil Saldana wraps aluminum foil around wire to create a tree branch. Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

Nonetheless, the twinkling tinsel look of the silver artificial tree reminded me of Aunt Bill and Uncle Audrey Irwin in Houston, Texas, who lived a few blocks from a “Maxwell House” coffee plant.

 

On a spring evening, “The Good Till The Last Drop” aroma would reach you. The aroma of a cup of Maxwell House coffee always reminds me of Georgia Mavon Warren, my “Aunt Bill”, who loved her ice tea. She and Uncle Audrey always used a four foot silver artificial Christmas Tree.

 

In 1959, a fat five pound black electric motor would be placed near the tree to hum and spin the spindle that would rotate the pie shaped disk in front of a light mounted on the motor. The light passing through the colored wedges of “The Color Wheel” would bathe the tree in changing shades of rainbow hues.

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The finished Christmas Tree stands ready for decorations. Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

A 5-year-old boy, named, Sam, could sit for several minutes and stare up at the changing colors washing over the sparkling tree.

 

A 57-year-old man, named, Sam, could stand and admire the work that “Aunt Christy” Warren and her volunteers had accomplished in a day’s time.

 

The kids called it a night to get ready for school the next day. Christy and Leneil kept wrapping the foil around the branches until they ran out of foil.

 

When the kids came home from school, Leneil and Christy were still wrapping the artificial branches in foil. Aluminum foil was applied around the tree stem over the rice paper.

 

Christy’s sister, Esmeralda, showed up and helped wrap branches. By Day Two, the artificial tree was starting to look like an artificial Christmas Tree.

 

By Monday 11 p.m., the tree was finished. Tuesday, the tree was placed in a bamboo plant stand built by Edwin Mora. Green material draped over the can and around the tree trunk serves as the tree skirt.

 

Packages of strings of crafts beads become the garlands for the tree. Christy decides the weight of the strings could be too much for the branches, so, instead or circling the tree, the beaded garland is draped diagonally at an angle at different positions on the tree.

 

A Christmas Angel tree top light packed in the shipped household goods assumed the command position a top the tree.

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Strings of craft beads serve as the garland for the built Christmas Tree. Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

The Warren nieces and nephews learned, “Only God can make a tree”. . .but, given the time, material and the labor skills of volunteers and Aunt Christy will show them “How To Build A Christmas Tree.”

Sam

 

Christmas Tree Branches of Information

 

Christmas Tree Farm Network

 

http://www.christmas-tree.com/where.html

 

Christmas Tree – Wikipedia

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas_tree

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Superb Snack Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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Superb Snack

 

W.L. Foods’ Yaahoo Mocha Sandwich snack is one of those snacks that you can’t eat just one. My wife, Christy Warren, brought a small bag of the snacks home after work.

Christy owns and operates the CSW Cafe at 128 Independencia Avenue in Tacloban City.

 

Christy liked the snack and thought I would. Christy is right. The Yaahoo Mocha Sandwich is one of those snacks that you can’t eat just one. It looks like a golden, crisp Ritz cracker. The taste and flavor reminds me or a graham cracker.

 

People with dentures will probably want to have a large glass of cold milk, steaming cup of tea or a hot cup of coffee to “dunk” the snack cracker in. I did the “dunk” test. In a cup of coffee, the snack does not fall apart like a doughnut has a tendency to do.

 

Parents with infants “teething” might want to consider this snack cracker for the infant to nibble on.

 

I am no food critic, but I know what I like. When I sit down at the laptop to type an article, I keep one of the snacks nearby and it is great to have one of the mocha sandwich snacks handy when you are watching a movie. I put this snack in the movie snack category with Goobers, Malted Milk Balls, Twizzlers red licorice twists and boxes of Junior Mints.

 

The international grocery wholesalers of the world should at this point be reaching for their cellphones to call the Republic of the Philippines to figure out how to get regular shipments of this snack to put on the shelves of grocery stores, supermarkets and in movie theater snack counters around the globe. Nikon D 70 Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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The Little Things Of Life “Washing Powders” Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr,

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Washing Powders

Martha Lou Marcum DeLong, my grandmother, back on the farm, near Abesville, Missouri, would call this elongated package, "Washing Powders."

 

In the Republic of the Philippines, this package is laundry detergent, which comes in a bar form. This long bar can be broken into about four pieces to be sold for laundry.

 

As a young single man, I did some laundry, usually I would save it up and let my mom do it, when I went home for a weekend from college.

When you move to live in a foreign country, the big differences are always obvious.  It is “The Little Things Of Life” you sometimes miss. 

In 1988 in Angeles City, near Clark Air Base, you could not buy ketchup off base.  In the Johnny’s store in Balibago, a section of Angeles City you could buy UFC banana catsup, but, not tomato catsup.  I’m a country boy, I love tomatoes in my ketchup.

Furthermore, the one crop that always put and kept Stone County, Missouri on the world and national map is the big, red, juicy, mouth-watering tomatoes.

Fortunately in 2012, at Robinson’s Place in Tacloban City, you can buy Del Monte and Heinz tomato ketchup.  You can even buy Folger’s coffee in the three-pound can. 

Still, I miss the big orange box of Tide on the store shelves. There are orange packets of Tide for laundry detergent in the Philippines  — it just ain’t the same. 

On the bright side, bleach still comes in the gallon plastic jug.  Nikon D 70 Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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Jeepney Photos Photos by Samuel E. Warren Jr.

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Jeepney Photos

 

Editors, bloggers and webmasters, if you need photographs of jeepneys for your publication, blog or website, you might want to check out my “The Samuel E. Warren Jr. I Love Jeepneys Photo Album on Picasa.

 

Jeepneys lack the debonair style of the American “muscle cars” and would never be mistaken for a foreign race car. Yet, the Philippines’ jeepneys are flexible, versatile vehicles that have the toughness of an American farm pickup, the useability of a small school bus, the reliability of a sedan and the originality of the most unique taxi cabs in the world – found only in the Philippines.

 

Internet surfers, feel free to browse the photo album to see if you can find any photos that you would like to download to use as a desktop background or to package as your own desktop theme.

 

You might want to check the photo album every few days because I like to add photos to it . . .after all,

“I Love HEART_Nikon D 70 Photo by Samuel E. Warren Jr. 0008_resized Jeepneys.”

 

Sam

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The Samuel E. Warren Jr. I Love Jeepneys Photo Album

 

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