We're currently living in a fantasy world of smoke and mirrors where almost one-half of our population is receiving some level of unearned welfare, financial assistance and/or various other entitlement benefits. The number of beneficiaries has not only grown steadily over the generations, but has now reached a point where it has become a way of lifethe norm. We've all heard about the special interest groups in Washington, well, guess what? Government is its own special interest groupthe biggest special interest group of all. With no term limits members become so entrenched, by catering to their special interest groups, that their reelections are almost guaranteed each reelection cycle. Government is now only the stooge perpetuating Ponzi economics. Wars are being waged to support the scheme. It is now job creation and economic growth at all costs, when jobs and economic growth are the problems, not the solution. Ponzi credit has created too many jobs. And most of those jobs have nothing to do with individuals making a living or creating tangibles. This planet no longer has government. It has disablement. The global Ponzi credit system is the greatest crime against humanity ever perpetrated. It has squandered the planet's resources and institutionalized un-sustainability. It has created money flow, control and power that make their way into the hands of the undeserving. It has created a global frenzy for profit. Humanity had almost defeated all its predation, competition and disease, only to find itself competing and preyed upon by the worst competition imaginable...itself. It has institutionalized necessity for economic growth and population increase when the planet cannot sustain it. The game controllers are poised to profit from dwindling resources through commodity investment and war. The world's jobs are dependent on the continuation of Ponzi credit creation.
Political correctness appears innocuous enough until one truly looks at the ripple effect created by todays manipulative players looking for an advantage. Political correctness is a lie because saying it isnt so, doesnt change the factsthe facts are that pigs dont fly and life aint fair! This charade has become so ingrained in our culture today that no one is willing to call it what it is; a faade for a culture of entitlement based on denial and rejection of responsibility. While political correctness has been solidifying its place in our lives for some time now, it has recently been joined by its natural adjunct partnersocialism. Our current administration has decided it knows whats best for us in spite of a majority of voters expressing an opposing opinion. But my real fear is that his agenda and ambitions are going to destroy America Obama is not the first president with a large streak of narcissism. But the others had equally expansive feelings about their country. He epitomizes todays me culture with their its not my fault mentality supported by their entitlement attitude. He is the embodiment of everything that is wrong with America todayhe is the maestro of the blame-game (mistakes will be made, but others can be blamed). We have misplaced our traditional values while buying into the liberal's progressive mindset. Our losses have been mounting for decades and the accumulative consequences are coming to bear. The list is endless: common sense, common courtesies, responsibility, accountability,integrity,family values, love of countryand God. Im not suggesting he caused this decline in America's moral values; but I would suggest his radical vision for Americaand beyond, is to take what we see today to the next level. From his distorted perspective he is myopically focused on shepherding us to whats right for America.
Our world is undergoing immense changes. Never before have the conditions of life changed so swiftly and enormously as they have changed for mankind in the last fifty-plus years. We have been carried alongwith no means of measuring the increasing swiftness in the succession of events. We are only now beginning to realize the force and strength of this storm of change that has come upon us. Though none of us are yet clear as to the precise way in which this great changeover is to be effected, there is a worldwide feeling now that changeover or a vast upheaval is before us. Increasing multitudes participate in this uneasy sense of an insecure transition. In the course of one lifetime, mankind has passed from a state of affairs that seems to us nowto have been slow, dull, ill-provided, and limited, but at least picturesque and tranquil-minded, to a new phase of excitement, provocation, menace, urgency, and actual or potential distresses. More and more, our lives are intertwined with one anothera worldwide morass, and we cannot get away from that fact. We have become nothing more than nondescript, political pawns in a winner-takes-allglobal chess game.
By this point in our lives (my target readers) weve all heard the old adage You cant go home. But what does it mean? As life winds down and the drone of existence begins to wane, I'm feeling an intangible desire or need to reach back into my past and reconnect with a by-gone time and people...living and/or dead. It feels like an elusive melody that seems distantly familiar, yet strange and unidentifiable. If all the above sounds like a premonition of the inevitable, I agree and accept that my time is ticking away. But its not about dyingits about going home! Im not afraid of dying, but I do struggle with the reality that I will no longer physically exist. I have to wonder if the term going home isnt a misnomer and maybejust maybe, were trying to return to Neverland (Fridays With Landon). When we were very young we searched for that elusive, utopian communityand studies have shown that in our declining years, we slowly revert to our childhood. Another line-of-thought is that its all just a mirage. We know and accept that a man can be dying of thirst, in the middle of the driest desert, and his mind will anesthetize him by creating the illusion of an oasis. If we can acknowledge that phenomenon (the minds coping mechanism) then it shouldnt be much of a stretch to reason that the elderly possess those same innate coping capabilitiesto ease their journey home. Of course their mirage would be about going homenot to a place, but to another time. What is the driver for this (apparently) universal pilgrimage? I have to wonder, even compare it to an addicts motivation (The Path to Addiction)one more trip down that path of pleasant memories even as the host is being sacrificed.
It is the common fate of the indolent to see their rights become a prey to the active. The condition upon which God hath given liberty to man is eternal vigilance; which condition if he breaks, servitude is at once the consequence of his crime and the punishment of his guilt." John Philpot Curran in a speech on "The Right to Vote" in 1790:
While this book is technically a sequel, the hope was that there would never be reason to continue the first book's storyline. That book was left open-ended because we can never be sure of an addict's long-term sobriety. Given the longevity of his addiction, his drug of choice and history of failures, the probability was high that my son could relapse again. He had been clean and sober for 30 months (18 months in prison and 12 months back home) before his regression was triggered by a prescription pharmaceutical. Vicodin was prescribed and that led my son back to the streets for methadone and from there it was just a matter of time before reconnecting with his old friend, heroin. My son's meltdown and the mind-numbing ugliness of the fallout are documented in-depth, during the early chapters of this book. In an effort to better understand the profound difficulties that addicts struggle with, and why they seem powerless to control their lives, the mid-section of the book is devoted to research. The book covers addictions in general, the history of worldwide drug usage, the pros and cons of the various treatment programs, the debate over the difference of opinion regarding the numerous models, the causal triggers and the pharmaceutical companies. Every addict has two personalities, but the general public only sees the manifestation of the unsightly one...the good one goes unnoticed, even when they're clean and sober. The indistinguishable one is no different than you or me; he's just overpowered by his unwanted tenant...addiction. I'm trying to point out that no one "wants" to be an addict. Once clean, the addict knows that he must always be strong and vigilant because his co-pilot is always waiting in the wings for his chance to once again, take over the flight controls.
The words contained within the covers of this book are intended to speak to some of lifes ups and downs. Life encompasses a multitude of components that require daily maintenance and/or managementand your judgment in those areas will drive the direction of your existence. Life will, sooner or later, introduce you to the good, the bad, the ugly and everything in-betweenhumor, joy, sadness and the always-present mystery. The author believes the words in this book to be universalalthough not universally spoken nor acknowledged. Richards odyssey has been continuous from the denial of his rural Arkansas roots to his acceptance in Phase Three. While the Greyhound bus physically transported him away from his disdainand provided the escape from his dysfunctional family, the relocation only skewed his perspective. California was a world apart from Arkansas, and without an education and/or a craftlife would severely test the authors fortitude and determination. It would resemble a scavenger hunt as he chased his always-moving, always-fading demons for personal understanding. This book began simply enough as letters to his son (the second of two from the authors second marriage) who was/is also seeking self-understanding. The son was serving prison time for drug usage and drug-related crimes stemming from twenty years of abuse. Added to that, his son, Landon, is afflicted with epilepsy and the combination (epilepsy and heroin) can produce deadly consequences. His sons first letter not only requested that his father correspond with him, but that he fill in the gaps of his lifehis words were, Dad, I know nothing of you before our family. The father was taken abackhe had rarely, if ever, thought about his past lifemuch less verbalized it to others. Initially, as he reflected on the request, he wondered if he even remembered anything about his pastor had he buried it so deeply (through denial) that he would never be able to resurrect the information that his son was requesting. The book chronicles the authors early years in Arkansas and his own drug abuse during his twenties as he struggled in California. The book reveals the authors insecurities regarding his lack of a formal education. How he created a faade to conceal his perceived deficiencies as he managed a challenging career (the majority of those years at the supervisory level) within the oil industry. One cannot read just one of the letters, encapsulated between the Foreword and the last page, and fully comprehend the purpose and/or intent of this collaboration between the writers present life and his long-buried past. Singularly, none of the enclosed correspondence is capable of standing alonebut linked together, they provide a measure of insightfulness and understanding (you decide about what). There are common threads woven throughout the writingand there are also subliminal messages, advice, thoughts, insight, understanding, encouragements and reconciliation embedded within the dynamics of this endeavor. From the author: Landon and I have come a long way with our burdens; and while neither of us have arrived yetI believe we are both on the correct path and approaching the other side. But only time will tell
*** Winner of the PROSE Award (2019) for Classics *** This major new work on Roman London brings together the many new discoveries of the last generation and provides a detailed overview of the city from before its foundation in the first century to the fifth century AD. Richard Hingley explores the archaeological and historical evidence for London under the Romans, assessing the city in the context of its province and the wider empire. He explores the multiple functions of Londinium over time, considering economy, industry, trade, status and urban infrastructure, but also looking at how power, status, gender and identity are reflected through the materiality of the terrain and waterscape of the evolving city. A particular focus of the book is the ritual and religious context in which these activities occurred. Hingley looks at how places within the developing urban landscape were inherited and considers how the history and meanings of Londinium built upon earlier associations from its recent and ancient past. As well as drawing together a much-needed synthesis of recent scholarship and material evidence, Hingley offers new perspectives that will inspire future debate and research for years to come. This volume not only provides an accessible introduction for undergraduate students and anyone interested in the ancient city of London, but also an essential account for more advanced students and scholars.
We're currently living in a fantasy world of smoke and mirrors where almost one-half of our population is receiving some level of unearned welfare, financial assistance and/or various other entitlement benefits. The number of beneficiaries has not only grown steadily over the generations, but has now reached a point where it has become a way of lifethe norm. We've all heard about the special interest groups in Washington, well, guess what? Government is its own special interest groupthe biggest special interest group of all. With no term limits members become so entrenched, by catering to their special interest groups, that their reelections are almost guaranteed each reelection cycle. Government is now only the stooge perpetuating Ponzi economics. Wars are being waged to support the scheme. It is now job creation and economic growth at all costs, when jobs and economic growth are the problems, not the solution. Ponzi credit has created too many jobs. And most of those jobs have nothing to do with individuals making a living or creating tangibles. This planet no longer has government. It has disablement. The global Ponzi credit system is the greatest crime against humanity ever perpetrated. It has squandered the planet's resources and institutionalized un-sustainability. It has created money flow, control and power that make their way into the hands of the undeserving. It has created a global frenzy for profit. Humanity had almost defeated all its predation, competition and disease, only to find itself competing and preyed upon by the worst competition imaginable...itself. It has institutionalized necessity for economic growth and population increase when the planet cannot sustain it. The game controllers are poised to profit from dwindling resources through commodity investment and war. The world's jobs are dependent on the continuation of Ponzi credit creation.
By this point in our lives (my target readers) weve all heard the old adage You cant go home. But what does it mean? As life winds down and the drone of existence begins to wane, I'm feeling an intangible desire or need to reach back into my past and reconnect with a by-gone time and people...living and/or dead. It feels like an elusive melody that seems distantly familiar, yet strange and unidentifiable. If all the above sounds like a premonition of the inevitable, I agree and accept that my time is ticking away. But its not about dyingits about going home! Im not afraid of dying, but I do struggle with the reality that I will no longer physically exist. I have to wonder if the term going home isnt a misnomer and maybejust maybe, were trying to return to Neverland (Fridays With Landon). When we were very young we searched for that elusive, utopian communityand studies have shown that in our declining years, we slowly revert to our childhood. Another line-of-thought is that its all just a mirage. We know and accept that a man can be dying of thirst, in the middle of the driest desert, and his mind will anesthetize him by creating the illusion of an oasis. If we can acknowledge that phenomenon (the minds coping mechanism) then it shouldnt be much of a stretch to reason that the elderly possess those same innate coping capabilitiesto ease their journey home. Of course their mirage would be about going homenot to a place, but to another time. What is the driver for this (apparently) universal pilgrimage? I have to wonder, even compare it to an addicts motivation (The Path to Addiction)one more trip down that path of pleasant memories even as the host is being sacrificed.
Richard McKenzie, a painter and a widower with two young sons when he met Ava Astaire, describes the romance of their courtship and their decision to move from Los Angeles to West Cork, Ireland. The couple's restoration of a 200-year-old stone cottage in West Cork is the thread that weaves through this absorbing tale. 60 photos.
More than eighty seasons of National Football League history are chronicled in a collection of first-person anecdotes, vignettes, stories, and recollections by some of football's greatest legends.
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