WordsfromMr.D.com: October 2019

Friday, October 11, 2019

WHERE IT GOES NOBODY KNOWS

WHERE IT GOES NOBODY KNOWS

A nation that engages in moral decomposition creates a society of people who have lost their way. Americans were a collection of people long before they were a nation of laws. America is living poof what free people can accomplish, but when the desire for achievement becomes so great that it turns into a limitless desire for greed and power, the need for law and order becomes essential. Mankind has such a deep rooted yearning for monetary success that restraints become necessary. When the desire for financial achievement becomes so great that honesty is removed from the road to riches, the road is then paved with corruption.

Those who provide the services, better known as the Working Class, are by far the largest number of citizens in any society. When the entire Working Class comes together they can control every aspect of any government. The problem is those who control the services, better known as the Upper Class, are the most intelligent. They realize they are outnumbered, thus they use the tactic of divide and conquer to keep control. The Working Class is divided by religious affiliation, skin color, sexual orientation, and ethnic origin. Also, there are those within the Working Class who want to be affiliated with the Upper Class, creating the so-called Upper Middle Class. This divides the Working Class to the detriment of the lost of political clout.

The balance between goods and services is essential for a stable economy. A stable economy determines the longevity for any nation. When that equation becomes unbalanced chaos pursues. When the profit motive drives the price of goods upwards to the point that those who produce the goods cannot afford them, instability erupts. Social instability weakens a nation and makes it accessible to outside intervention.

When the desire for profit is so great that the human element is lost in the pursuit, capitalism becomes a formidable economic system. When the human component is lost, nemesis is close at hand, and capitalism is removed as an economic system to become the god of a nation. Capitalism can be great, but when capitalism looses all aspects of humanity there is nothing worse. Also when capitalism becomes so entangled in the governmental system it produces a confusion that appears to make man incapable of governing himself. The desire for profit can become an addiction that is worse than any physical dependency drug. US contemporary capitalism has driven the profit motive to the point that it makes communism look good.

To guarantee stability a nation must concede that all humans are important. When the love for money compels those at the top to believe there is no significance in human life, downfall of any nation is just around the corner. When citizens become so confused that they are willing to follow leaders with no regards for that which is right from wrong, a nation is well within the confines of crumbling. This is proven in history over and over again, but so-called intelligence seems to drive citizens away from historical facts.

Most economists predict that at some point this must change. The United States is in a better position for these changes to occur than most other nations. The framers of the US Constitution established a government based on the premise of “majority rule.” Thus, a perfect economic system that provides a true distribution of wealth is possible. The amazing aspect of the United States government provides the Working Class with the right to create a voting coalition that can deliver a perfect economic system. But the truth is US citizens have become so involved in insignificant social divisions that they are unable to acquire this important economic knowledge.

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American democracy is a government of laws and when society abandons the supremacy of laws democracy is no longer a functional government. Every day Americans see an Executive Branch aided by a Senate majority defy American laws. If this is ruled constitutional by the Judicial Branch American democracy has reached a sad ending.

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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Friday, October 11, 2019

WHERE IT GOES NOBODY KNOWS

AND WE CALLED HIM BROTHER MYERS I have a new book that is the first in a religious series.ut Me

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