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Tuesday, June 30, 2020

THE CRIME OF THE CENTURY

THE CRIME OF THE CENTURY

Donald Trump represents the smallness in humanity. He is a man who was born surrounded with riches, but has never scarified one minute in service to anyone but himself. Donald Trump is a self-serving individual who is taking advantage of the ignorance of hundreds to build up a temporary monument to an orange-faced god of materialism. He is capitalizing on the weaknesses of others who are afraid to stand up and challenge him for the series of infractions he has committed.

The goal of Donald Trump from the very beginning has been to make himself the god of America. He demands human worship and his followers are so blinded by the glow of his orange skin that it is impossible to see the real Donald Trump. If possible, he would make himself the god of the universe! The depths of degradation into which Donald Trump has dragged the USA will be recorded as one of the great offenses of modern times. He and his complete organization is a corrupt gang of thieves. His children are just as corrupt as he is, and his grandchildren will be forced to live with the difficulty of his name.

The way Donald Trump has completely mishandled the Corvid-19 virus, which has killed hundreds of thousands of Americans, will go down in history as “The Crime of the Century.” To make the wearing of a mask a political issue is one of the stupidest acts in all of the chronicles of time. For an individual not to be concerned about personal health is a matter that only mental professions can explain, but to go a step further and reprimand those who are wearing a mask, delves deeper into a mental disorder.

What has gone wrong in America’s classrooms? Mr. and Mrs. American taxpayer you haven’t gotten your money’s worth here! When 35% of the population is following a fool, there is a big problem in the educational process. After listening to the ladies at the town hall meeting in Florida, it is evident that America is faced with some of the most severe cases of ignorance as any nation on the planet.

It is one thing for an adult to refuse to wear a mask in large gatherings, but for a parent to take a child to a rally is “endangering the life of a minor.” Thousands of parents have been arrested for far less offences. For example, hundreds of parents have been arrested and separated from their children for the simple act of smoking a joint.

There are some serious dangers that lay ahead for America if certain precautions are not taken. There is a wide social gap that has produced an even wider political gap. With encouragement from the executive leader, America is in danger of returning to the days of the Confederacy. White Supremacists, members of the KKK, and Neo-Nazi’s are all over the streets waving Confederate flags and displaying Nazi emblems. Police departments have employed disguised White Supremacists who are killing African Americans at alarming rates, and millions of Americans are fed up with it. But with all the marchers and carrying of signs, police are still killing African Americans.

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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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Tuesday, June 30, 2020

THE CRIME OF THE CENTURY

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