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For several years now, I have been aware of a group calling themselves the Illuminati. Apparently, they are a group of Hollywood, music, and political elitists who ‘control’ what goes on in our society. They allegedly predicted the Boston Marathon bombings weeks before it happened in the “Family Guy” episode attached. Therefore, the entire episode never aired, because it was pulled from broadcast by who knows? Did the creator, Seth McFarlane, pull it? Was our government involved? Many unaswered questions, but the one that I want to know the most is what exactly is The Illuminati, aside from a witchcraft cult, and are they really out to destroy Christianity to bring about the rise of the New World Order? Here is what Wikipedia states:
Adam Weishaupt (1748–1830), founder of the Bavarian Illuminati. The Illuminati (plural of Latin illuminatus, “enlightened”) is a name given to several groups, both real and fictitious. Historically the name refers to the Bavarian Illuminati, an Enlightenment-era secret society founded on May 1, 1776 to oppose superstition, prejudice, religious influence over public life, abuses of state power, and to support women’s education and gender equality. The Illuminati were outlawed along with other secret societies by the Bavarian government leadership with the encouragement of the Roman Catholic Church, and permanently disbanded in 1785. In the several years following, the group was vilified by conservative and religious critics who claimed they had regrouped and were responsible for the French Revolution.
In subsequent use, “Illuminati” refers to various organizations claiming or purported to have unsubstantiated links to the original Bavarian Illuminati or similar secret societies, and often alleged to conspire to control world affairs by masterminding events and planting agents in government and corporations to establish a New World Order and gain further political power and influence. Central to some of the most widely known and elaborate conspiracy theories, the Illuminati have been depicted as lurking in the shadows and pulling the strings and levers of power in dozens of novels, movies, television shows, comics, video games, and music videos.
Illuminati, I’m calling you out as a bunch of phonies who have no agenda other than to scare innocent people and law-abiding citizens! Your program does not instill fear in those who believe in a higher power like God. Your Satanic schedule of events can only touch the powerless. Your creation of a fear-based society is a joke, and so is your so-called organization! Cowards resort to intimidating tactics and deadly attacks on innocent people!
A little house with two bedrooms,
One bathroom and one car on the street.
A mower that you had to push
To make the grass look neat.
In the kitchen on the wall
We only had one phone,
And no need for recording things,
Someone was always home.
We only had a living room
Where we would congregate,
Unless it was at mealtime
In the kitchen where we ate.
We had no need for family rooms
Or extra rooms to dine.
When meeting as a family
Those two rooms would work out fine.
We only had one TV set
And channels maybe two,
But always there was one of them
With something worth the view.
Store-bought snacks were rare because
My mother liked to cook
And nothing can compare to snacks
In Betty Crocker‘s book.
Weekends were for family trips
Or staying home to play.
We all did things together —
Even go to church to pray.
When we did our weekend trips
Depending on the weather,
No one stayed at home because
We liked to be together.
Sometimes we would separate
To do things on our own,
But we knew where the others were
Without our own cell phone.
Then there were the movies
With your favorite movie star,
And nothing can compare
To watching movies in your car.
Then there were the picnics
At the peak of summer season,
Pack a lunch and find some trees
And never need a reason.
Get a baseball game together
With all the friends you know,
Have real action playing ball —
And no game video.
Remember when the doctor
Used to be the family friend,
And didn’t need insurance
Or a lawyer to defend?
The way that he took care of you
Or what he had to do,
Because he took an oath and strived
To do the best for you.
Remember going to the store
And shopping casually,
And when you went to pay for it
You used your own money?
Nothing that you had to swipe
Or punch in some amount,
And remember when the cashier person
Had to really count?
The milkman used to go
From door to door,
And it was just a few cents more
Than going to the store.
There was a time when mailed letters
Came right to your door,
Without a lot of junk mail ads
Sent out by every store.
The mailman knew each house by name
And knew where it was sent;
There were not loads of mail addressed
To “present occupant.”
There was a time when just one glance
Was all that it would take,
And you would know the kind of car,
the model and the make.
They didn’t look like turtles
trying to squeeze out every mile;
they were streamlined, white walls, fins
and really had some style.
One time the music that you played
whenever you would jive,
was from a vinyl, big-holed record
called a forty-five.
The record player had a post
to keep them all in line
and then the records would drop down
and play one at a time.
Oh sure, we had our problems then,
just like we do today
and always we were striving,
trying for a better way.
Oh, the simple life we lived
still seems like so much fun,
how can you explain a game,
just kick the can and run?
And why would boys put baseball cards
between bicycle spokes
and for a nickel, red machines
had little bottled Cokes?
This life seemed so much easier
and slower in some ways.
I love the new technology
but I sure do miss those days.
So time moves on and so do we
and nothing stays the same,
but I sure love to reminisce
and walk down memory lane.
With all today’s technology
we grant that it’s a plus!
But it’s fun to look way back and say,
Hey Look, guys, THAT WAS US!
John Loeffler – Fountain City, Wisconsin (Picture-1925)
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Growing up was a painful process for me. It was quite possibly more grievous than what anyone else could have went through. You kind of get used to daily emotional and physical torture, but I never pulled a gun on anyone. I could have. After all, the Army does not hand out sharpshooter badges like they do with ammunition and highly dangerous explosives. Those tortuous and torturous days flew by though, and now the only thing that is eruptive in my life is my IBS.
I remember the good old days of console televisions where you used to have to loathe what was on the tube enough to actually get up off of the olive-green sofa, and walk your butt over to the t.v. knob to turn the channel. We were too poor to afford cable, so the pickings were slim to say the least! I became a fan of The Price is Right when I was home sick from school. I never watched Bob Barker again after we could afford cable when I was in my mid-teens. Food was, well, food. It’s amazing how many ways you can make macaroni and hamburger on a tight budget. Throw in some stewed tomatoes, and you have homemade goulash. Yum. There were plenty of days where we could not even afford the luxury of meat, and macaroni with tomatoes was the “new” goulash. There’s a dish I will not touch, unless I am poorer than I already am, and I’m starving to death! Let’s head back to the t.v. for a bit.
Television in my house consisted of having the choice of watching what mom was watching, because my dad was busy hauling products around the country in a semi truck to put goulash on the table. I wonder how many times I can incorporate the word ‘goulash’ into a story? The thought is making me nauseous! Anyway, it was wholesome t.v. with “Little House on the Prairie,” “Leave It To Beaver,” “The Beverly Hillbillies,” and “The Waltons,” of course. I like to revisit “Little House on the Prairie” from time to time, but I cannot get over the goodness of a handful of shows. Does anyone live such a seemingly Godly life like Charles Ingalls and his family did? What about Ward and June Cleaver? Surely my mom was trying to instill some old-fashioned family values in me. It is a miracle that I survived “the good, old days,” and I have to thank Atari for that!
Kids these days use two hands and all of their fingers, plus a few of their friends’ fingers in order to play the complex games out today. Games like Call of Duty Black Ops II must require the use of your feet as well! I liked the Atari console for its simplicity. It sort of reminded me of goulash though, but it had a lot of meat in it! Ponging a digital ball back and forth off of a wall, shooting imaginary ducks, killing Space Invaders, helping that poor, green frog cross that L.A. freeway, and graduating to Pac-Man was part of my free time duties to help save the planet. It was enough to give me a bad case of Asteroids by the time I grew up! Or is that hemorrhoids? Then came Nintendo, and the rest is history.
I must digress for a moment. Christmas when I was growing up actually involved my mom making multiple batches of popcorn for my sister and I to thread with a fine needle, and a string so thin it made a bikini look like boxer shorts! I was so anxious to get up Christmas morning to open up my presents that I felt like Ralphie in “A Christmas Story.” That movie was not made until after I grew out of Christmas, but you get the point! Christmas was almost ruined one year, like burned hamburger in macaroni and stewed tomatoes, when the family cat, Socks, decided to climb the fake Christmas tree. We woke up to broken bulbs, what was left of the popcorn Socks did not eat, and a half-eaten fresh loaf of bread. Socks was an outdoor cat, and he got worms. I know it sounds gross, but he was treated for it, and that cat lived two months shy of twenty years! Speaking of worms.
I will never forget the infamous bus ride home from school when the bullies liked to play a game of truth or dare minus the truth! The earthworm cookies were actually not bad at all. I would like to think of it as a nutritious little snack before I arrived home to eat a real snack of fruit or cheese and crackers. Then it was play time!
Before my friend Atari came along I had to make do with what I had received for Christmas or hand-me-downs. I was a t-shirt and jeans kind of kid after I outgrew my train conductor bib overalls. Shoes during summer were only for a car ride to the grocery store where I carefully eyed my dad’s meat picking skills for later use. He used to eyeball those packages of beef and pork like a western gun fight scene with the zoom-in shots of the gunfighters ready for a kill. The meat picking and shooting came in handy! Back to the sandbox now.
I had one way in the back yard. My mom watched me like a hawk through the kitchen window, and if I got thirsty I could come inside for a nice, cold glass of milk or juice fresh out of the olive-green refrigerator. Everything was either yellow from smoking or olive-green back in the 1970’s. I could play all day in that sandbox. Detached from reality, I would make war with my plastic, green army men and my Matchbox, real metal cars. Good luck finding either one of those in the stores these days! The cars are now plastic, and I think the green army men are in that Call of Duty game. I eventually outgrew my sandbox, and my hole-filled bib overalls mysteriously disappeared in the wash like the rest of my clothes did. I wised up, and I watched mom do laundry enough times, so by the time I was in my early to mid teens I could do my wash. Those holy clothes were not blessed for life though, and when I left the house to go out and play, my plaid, flannel shirts that were not meant to be see-through would vanish into thin air! They were not in the garbage can. Did that woman have a vendetta with my cherished clothes? I think she either swallowed them whole like a giant python, or she had one of those vaporizer guns like the little martian had in the Bugs Bunny cartoons!
I am lost now. Lost without clothes. Oh, the sandbox! The sand was removed, and it was ceremoniously dumped into the gravel driveway. All was not lost! What better way to construct a dam for the rainwater to flow around and drown my army men than building strategically placed walls of sand and gravel. I was growing up, and I did not even know it. Soon, I mastered the art of dam building in my area in the back of a long driveway where mom could still look out that kitchen sink window to spy on my secret military skills. Then, it was off to bigger tasks like trying to shore up the flood of water rushing along the side of the curb. I can tell you with great certainty that the only way to accomplish this monumental feat is to just give up, and start looking for something else to do.
Like Sheriff Andy Taylor and his son Opie, another t.v. staple, I used to fish in my spare time when I was not busy doing homework using a book, a number two pencil and too many notebooks to count! There were no computers back in my childhood. At least no computers that were not the size of a school bus! Ah, those lazy, summer days are still relaxing, and there is nothing more exhilarating than hooking a nice size catfish or northern. I could, and still do, sit out there all day, and come home with a few keepers to clean and eat. I am pretty sure that I had the best farmer’s tan on the block. Nobody could out-fish me…except dad.
Dad was larger than life. I could try to beat him at anything, but I would always walk away in frustration and defeat. It did not matter what the game was. Whether it was an impossible game of chess or billiards, my dad would somehow manage to stymie my genius plan of David vs. Goliath. Coincidentally, his name is actually David, but he was Goliath as well. I felt worse than Frogger did when my joystick somehow malfunctioned, and the little guy went to froggy Heaven! I am not sexist either. Had the name of the game been Froggett, then I would have used ‘she’ instead of ‘he.’ My dad was gone for one to two weeks at a time hauling beer and produce around the country. He became a successful pool shark while he was at it.
One clear, cold winter day when I was not busy building the world’s largest snow fort in the back yard, and piling up snowballs for my perimeter defense, my dad and I went into the haunted basement for a game of pool. It really was and still is a frequently visited ghostly underground porthole where the dead like to visit, and they play some pretty freaky tricks on you when you are brave enough to venture down those creepy steps! I studied my dad’s every move like I was prepping for a school test with that number two pencil that was always a requirement. Why wouldn’t a number 1 or 3 work? What was so special about number two? Whoever invented those pencils was a sick person! Playing with kids’ minds like that when we had to study for tests, and worry about whether or not we had enough number two pencils and erasers! I bet the same person who invented the number two pencil also invented goulash! What a mean-spirited soul he or she must have been!
I willingly walked down the creeky basement steps into the main room where the old slate pool table sat. It still sits in the same place today! I practiced playing pool, until I was half way through high school when dad’s fateful day came. It did not matter that there was not enough physical space on two sides of the pool table to shoot straight without having to raise the cue-stick about three-quarters up the wood laminate wall to get off a shot. The stare-down commenced. The room felt like the meat section at the grocery store, and my dad was eyeing me up like a chunk of beef roast to check to see if the marbling was sufficient. I was the marbling, but I had my marbles in order, and I was prepared to fight until that eight ball sank in my favor. I wanted out of that dungeon once and for all to claim victory on behalf of all of the spirits that were wandering around or that my dad may have been sipping on! There was no going back. I could not find my lucky plaid, flannel shirt, so I had to make do with a newer model. It would become my new lucky charm, since the old one ceased to exist again. I started off colder than my frozen hands and feet after a wicked game of winter football during a blizzard with 30 below wind chills! Oh, this was not pretty, and I had to forget about that C that I got in speech class, because I was more introverted than a submarine implosion. I rebounded faster than Superman did in my favorite cartoon the Super Friends! Surely, I could defeat David AND Goliath! At five feet and 11 inches, my dad was about five feet taller than me. I could not use a stone and a slingshot to defeat this behemoth. I needed to use Superman’s or Wonder Woman’s telekinetic powers! My confidence grew with every shot that I sank into the thick, plastic pocket. I swear to God that my dad was growing too like Apache Chief did when he appeared out of thin air to Kracken-like proportion to rescue my core Super Friends who had been thwarted by that evil Lex Luthor! It came down to the last shot. Our eyeballs met like two wild west gunfighters in a noon shootout contest. The sweat was now running off of my palms and creating a pool of water beneath me. I inhaled what could be my last breath as I sunk the eight ball into the pocket, and this master of manipulation defeated the giant! As I watched him sink into the pool of sweat that was now several inches deep, I cheered in all of the glory like I had just won an Olympic medal for a game of pool in a pool!
Alas, I can retire to my bedroom upstairs, and watch my 13 inch black and white t.v. which was two inches higher than I was. It sure felt that way when I had to reach up high on top of my clothes dresser that was devoid of any holy, ripped, torn or see-through clothing. Maybe it was time for a celebratory game of Atari! How far can they really take technology these days I wondered then and now? Cell phones replaced that old phone that I had to stand at attention to in order to talk to my friends. No more wild cords that wrap around everything in sight while you stretch the phone to barely reach the other side of your bedroom door just to get an ounce of privacy! I can have my television record “Little House on the Prairie” for me now. No need to sit through 45 minutes of commercials for 15 minutes of a show! What could possibly be created next? An eternal orgasm machine, so I can feel happy 24 hours a day instead of eating chocolate every 15 minutes and looking like a beluga whale? That reminds me. It’s spring, so now would be a most opportune time to dust off my exercise bike that even tells me how many times a minute my heart is beating, and my regular bike like I used to ride before getting my driver’s license. But that is a whole different story that unfortunately involves goulash!
By John E Loeffler – Fountain City, Wisconsin
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And we wonder why human civilization is on the verge of a colossal collapse!
John Loeffler – Fountain City, Wisconsin
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A staggering and sober look at reality in America…from 2009! It’s even worse now,
and the graph gives you a great idea of
what direction our country is flowing.
It’s not good!
February 6, 2009
Most likely, you heard it here first! : )
Special US Rally announced for May 3 February 6, 2009 – http://gactupdate.wordpress.com/
A special rally will be held in Philadelphia on 3 May to push for gay rights in the US, reports Pink News. A gay equality rally has been given permission to be held at the Independence Hall in Philadelphia. The event takes place on a Sunday. The Independence Hall is associated with the declaration of Independence and the formation of the United States of America. The route of the march to the event also takes in sites of historical importance both to the US gay community and the wider US community. Independence Hall, Philadelphia. Photo uncredited by Pink News The March for Equality on Independence Mall will pass by Benjamin Franklin’s burial site, the US Mint, National Constitution Centre, Federal Reserve Bank, Federal Office Building, the Gay Pioneers Historic Marker, Liberty Bell Centre and Independence Hall. Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell are where the Gay Pioneers held the first organised gay and lesbian civil rights demonstrations, called Annual Reminders, each Fourth of July from 1965 to 1969.