WordsfromMr.D.com: January 2018

Monday, January 15, 2018

IT MAKES MY BLOOD BOIL

MY BLOOD BOILS

When I know that millions of men and women have given their lives to protect freedom of speech in the USA, and I see a school teacher in Vermillion Parish dragged to the floor and arrested for exercising that right, it makes my blood boil. It assures me that America the beautiful has become America the ugly. It lets me know that a few wealthy Americans think they can trample on the rights of the less fortunate and get away with it.

It makes my blood boil hot when I see a group of wealthy Republicans feather their nests and vote to take away funds that feed hungry children. I have but one wish and one wish only for them, and that is that they die and burn in hell because that is where they belong.

It burns deep into my soul when I hear people criticize athletes for exercising their 1st amendment right to peacefully protest injustices within a government. When I see an officer of the law pepper spray a group of students sitting peacefully exercising the right to protest, my blood boils super hot. When a policeman shoots an unarmed man in the back simply because he thinks he has the right to do so, it produces a near uncontrollable action that is hard to control. When I see a policeman drag a lady from a car, throw her on the ground and hand cull her in front of her children merely because of a broken tail light, not only does my blood boil hot, but I see boiling blood from the forefathers of American Constitution.

I hope I will never reach the point where my blood does not boil when I see injustices. I hope God will continue to give me the courage to speak out against church leaders who advocate hate. Christians not only have failed to speak out against evil, but American Christians have actually become supporters of evil. Christians tried hard to elect a pedophile to the Senate in the state of Alabama and Christians are responsible for electing a mentally disturbed sexual predator to the White House. Christianity is responsible for making America the laughing stock of the world and American Christianity has lost all respect as a major religion.

I will never apologize for leaving America in search of a better place because I was determined to find a place where a gay man could live as a 1^st class citizen. Living with the people of Southeast Asia has taught me many things. I have learned when adults do not teach hate, children will not hate. I have been taught that when a society does not make a big deal of sexual orientation that sexual orientation is not a big deal.

The world is filled with many kinds of humans and the only thing that matters is when humans learn to get along with each other. The only way peace will ever be achieved is when humans respect the rights of others. How many years does it take before humans learn that wars only produce more wars; that hate begets hate and hate develops into generational defects? I am proud when my blood boils because I know, I am human, and I care.

**** Remember, it only makes a difference when blood boils so hot that it drives people to the voting booths. ****

Saturday, January 6, 2018

IT IS THE TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH

*** AND THE TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE***

Morality has been deleted from the American political system and as a result the raw fiber of humanity is being exposed. Everything points to the fact that there is something totally wrong with present day American politics. Corruption dominates politics, and it has reached the point that the entire system is on the verge of collapse.

It is astonishing to learn that there is a flaw within the development of the human brain. The United States is now living proof that humans can be deceived into believing not just one, but a series of lies. Lying has become an acceptable American lifestyle, and liars line the halls of the White House and Capitol Hill. A political system built on lies will not stand the test of time.

There is no doubt the swamp needs to be drained. However, it is difficult to drain a swamp when the master gator controls the levee. If Donald Trump was serious about draining the swamp he would be applauding the actions of Robert Mueller. The special prosecutor is placing his life at risk in order to unravel the path by which a foreign nation intervened in America’s political process. He is also exposing those individuals who call themselves loyal Americans but aided in the process.

***When there is nothing to hide; truth becomes a valuable friend. ***

History may well record the Robert Mueller Probe as the savior of American democracy. If America is to have an effective working government and if the government is to have influence within the free nations of the world, a sweeping housecleaning must occur. Corruption must be exposed. Therefore, it is important for the chips fall where they may, and if they lead to Democrats or Republicans a complete housecleaning is in order.

Every citizen should care about future generations of Americans, who deserve the right to live in a free democratic society. All Americans should support the eradication of the evils that defy the democratic process. Americans must glorify the principals that made America the greatest nation on the planet.

It should be of great concern to every American when one political party is determined to prevent the truth from being revealed. If the majority of Americans sit silently by and allow a few un-Americans to stop the Mueller Probe it will be the end of the democratic process in American government. It will be sad, because for decades, people from around the world have looked to the United States as the lighthouse for freedom, and the entire world will suffer if that light is extinguished.

Let me take this opportunity to say to all Americans let’s come together and rid the government of this con artist who has invaded the White House. He is not just a con artist, but he is a professional con artist who has spent a lifetime conning people. It is not too late to save America’s democratic government, but we cannot wait much longer.

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AND WE CALLED HIM BROTHER MYERS

I have written a book that tells the story of a famous, country preacher during the years of my growing up experiences in Louisiana. The church was the center of social activities, and this particular young boy spent many hours attending church services. In this book I not only relate some of the popular sermons preached by Brother Myers, but I also give examples of some things that happened in the church that were comical. For example, there was one night, during a serious sermon, that a big, bug got entangled in the hair of one of the sisters. To a nine year old boy comical reactions followed. That same bug began to dip down into the hair of other ladies in the congregation. Many interpreted their reactions as spirit-filled moments, but others saw the bug and knew the real story.

I also tell the story of the yellow jacket that got caught up under the skirt of Miss Nellie on one particular Sunday morning church service. Once again many thought that Miss Nellie’s actions were spirit-filled, but others knew that a yellow jacket was of the stinging type. The most exciting story that I describe is when Sister Simmons shouted during the annual church revival. Regular church members had learned to dodge the bobby pins that flew like bullets through the church when she performed her famous “head jerk,” procedure.

At the end the book I retell the story of White Sunday. It is an emotional story about an African Americn lady who wanted nothing more than her children to learn about Jesus Christ. So she asked permission for her family to attend a white church and sit on the back row. The act of having to ask permission and being forced to sit on the bank row disturbs me even until this day. This reminds me of present day evangelical Christianity, when a gay man is refused membership to a white church. Or when church members refuse to sit by same-sex couples in church, or when a sign is posted on the church door that says, same-sex couples not welcome.

From the beginning of evangelical Christianity in America, very little real Christianity has been portrayed. It is hard to imagine Jesus denying anyone the privilege of listening to his sermons. I speak with disgust, because it still gets under my skin that as a child I was brainwashed to take part in such unchristian edicts.

Moving from my soap box, I hope that many of you will read and be blessed by the book entitled, AND WE CALLED HIM BROTHER MYERS. The book can be ordered from Amazon.com and is part of my religious series.

GOOD MORNING CLASS

The vast majority of the world’s population has spent time in a classroom. Some of that time was interesting but most of the time was boring, some of the time was informative but most was a waste of time. The book GOOD MORNING CLASS is interesting, informative, and at times, emotional. Teachers, parents, and students, can benefit from the information contained within this book.

Most adults have an interest in what goes on inside the classroom. Parents have special concerns that their children are being taught by qualified professional teachers. This book proves what can be accomplished when a professional steps inside a classroom. Professionalism is required for a teacher to create an interesting environment for learning in a classroom filled with thirty or more diverse students. A professional is also required in maintaining order and establishing an informative environment conducive for learning.

Substitute teachers have a more difficult task engaging students in something other than what students call “busy work.” GOOD MORNING CLASS is a story of one day in the life of a substitute teacher who was determined to employ students in some kind of constructive learning other than busy work. In so doing he faced rudeness, criticism, and slander, which he handled in a professional manner. In the end, he gained respect from most of the students and managed to maintain a learning environment.

IT'S NOT ME

IT’S NOT ME

Mirror, mirror, answer me,
who is this strange face that I see?
Could it be someone I don’t know,
a different person in a different show?

For Father Time has not stopped,
the hands have moved around the clock,
And now I look and can barely see
the strange face that stares back at me.

But when I look deep into those eyes,
I see the roads and remember the miles.
I see the paths that I have crossed,
and remember the friends who paid the cost.

I read the signs along the way
and heard the many voices say,
so fast the time, so fast the years,
over distance meadows, and rolling hills.

Sunsets, sunrises, I have seen,
many happy times were meant for me.
But death did knock on my front door,
and say to me, “Time is no more.”

The creepy crawlers in the night,
came and tried to take my life.
But I awoke and cried out loud,
“This white sheet is not my shroud!”

There are too many places I’ve never been
and too many faces I’ve never seen.
Great bodies of water I have crossed,
and in a land of needy there were coins to toss.

I’ve talked with the living and held hands with the
dead,
And listened to the spirits play games in my head.
I’ve spoken in languages I did not understand,
and made peace with myself, in a far away land.

I’ve seen people with hands out needing coins to eat,
and watched hunger devour that wasn’t so neat.
I’ve seen people made happy with so little it seemed,
and I’ve learned great lessons about material things.

So if Father Time should say to me,
a little more time I give to thee.
I will use that time preciously.

But if I’m walking my last mile,
I will walk proud and I’ll wear a smile.
“If it’s minutes, if it is hours, if it is days…
I don’t know.”
But one thing’s for certain I’ve enjoyed the show.

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Monday, January 15, 2018

IT MAKES MY BLOOD BOIL

Saturday, January 6, 2018

IT IS THE TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH

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