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Rising Tide

May 22nd, 2011 by Juan Zapatero

In 1811 Tecumseh gave his farewell address. The American Government had totally squelched and begun relocating the American Indians into a small sequestered portion of their own great land. By the time of the Civil War, the American Indians had been completely pushed off of their land.
They didn’t lose the land because they were waging wars against the White People. They didn’t lose the land because they were lobbing missiles into the lands occupied by the white man. They didn’t surround the White Man on three sides and attack mercilessly and unprovoked.

There have been many Hopi Indian Prophecies predicting a very watery future for this Great Land.

The year 1811 is not that long ago. It’s only 200 years ago.

President Obama has called for the people of Israel to return the borders of their land to the 1967 borders, the borders they had before they were attacked by Egypt, Syria and Jordan all at once, and won the land miraculously in a War that is known as the Six-day war.

The six days war was 44 years ago.
To ask Israel to return that land is to spit in the face of the Miracle of God.

Here’s where it gets interesting. There has been much speculation, and a reasonable amount of validation that the Native Americans of both North and South America may in fact be the 10 lost tribes of Israel which never returned from the Assyrian and ultimately the Babylonian Captivity. The only tribes to have returned were Benjamin and Judah.
There is a story that there is a great River called the Sambatyon, and that the ten lost tribes cannot cross it because it is too turbulent, and the only day that it is not turbulent is on the Sabbath.

Three Presidents have failed in an attempt to persuade the Palestinian people to live peaceably with Israel, and each attempt required Israel to give up land for peace. Jimmy Carter brokered a land for peace deal which ultimately failed to bring peace. Bill Clinton had brought Yasser Arafat all the way to the point of having pen in hand, ready to sign the Oslo accords which, again, represented Israel’s willingness to give up land in an exchange for Peace and recognition of Israel as a nation. Pen in hand, Arafat finally declined, set the pen down and didn’t sign. Recognition of Israel As a nation was just too alien a thought to him as it was to other Palestinians who supported him as their unquestioned leader.
Barack Obama’s complete lack of leadership in the Mideast and his rebuffing of our only ally has given the Green-Light to any purveyors of mayhem in the region.

In these last few years, two-hundred years since Tecumseh’s farewell, we have seen an incredible amount of flooding, swelling of rivers and destruction of our land due to flooding. Barack Obama, with a wry smirk on his face calls for Israel’s dramatic shrinking in size. Benjamin Netanyahu arrives in the United States to provide a blunt and honest reply to the American President. The Mississippi flood waters swell and the army core of engineers has to make a decision to open various flood gates and flood certain lands. People lose their houses. The lost tribes sit and wait while the waters rage. Soon, however, I suspect that the horrendous influx of water into the United States will draw the waters off from the Sambatyon. I believe that the lost tribes will then surely cross over.

After he bows low before the sheiks of oil, he bows down lower before a sea of oil.
As he calls for the land to shrink, his land will indeed shrink, for, it is… the Promised Land.

Copyright May 22, 2011 by Juan Zapatero

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Getting What You Paid For

May 15th, 2011 by John P. Schumake

I have an FST (friendliness span time) of about 6 hours. Well, actually, that’s an FSTWWWNP (friendliness span time when working with new people). The other day I had to purchase a new set of security certificates for a company I work for. We thought we’d try a new provider, someone with much lower prices. After downloading the new SSL certs, I realized that I was in a bit of trouble. It wasn’t working with our system the way I thought it should. I was getting ready to get angry; all of the signs were there: imaginary conversations with the sales people who sold this to me, a tart response (imaginary as well). I would subsequently unleash my flotilla of clandestine miniature aerial raid surveillance and attack dirigibles. While tracking the sales people on video, I would soon be firing paint-balls at them. Don’t ask how I would zoom in on the sales people, much less know the location of the place of business that I had only contacted via phone and website. It’s top-secret.
I was mentally prepared. Contacting the provider company the next day, and explaining the difficulty, I found that their support was great. The sales and tech people were cordial. They got me through it. There were no paint balls. I got what I paid for, and it wasn’t a serious or life-threatening matter, come to think of it.

Sometimes we don’t get what we pay for. Take the case of a young college student in St. Louis, Missouri, named Phil Christofanelli who took a class at the University of Missouri expecting to learn something about the history and political operations of unions. What Phil ended up learning was, arguably, more than he had paid for. He found himself in a class taught by union organizers who were using a textbook published by an unabashed Socialist publishing company. The class was geared towards indoctrination, recruitment, and tactics.
Much course time was devoted to describing how today’s union activists need to be far more aggressive. The breaking of machinery, sabotaging of operations, stalking of management members was evidently provided in the class as a sort of continuing stream of anecdotal tutorials on how to succeed as a socialist militant thug without really trying. Previously executed methods, such as releasing scads of feral cats into factories where they would end up getting jammed up in machinery or fried in high voltage equipment were discussed with some sort of relish. Where’s PETA when you need them? Oh that’s right they’re way over there on the left too. Oh well, collateral damage… what’s a few hundred dead cats when it’s time to endanger factory workers, destroy machinery, or bust heads?
The head busting union past, and similar violent methods of ensuring some worker job security in later years gave way to something else, and not at the behest of the unions: Easy access to previously unaffordable tools and easy access to knowledge gave workers the clout they needed. Unions were no longer as needed in the trades or anywhere where a well-equipped knowledgeable worker could flourish. Hence we now see the almost desperate, even frightening recruitment tactics at the university level, using the left leaning public institutions (funded, no less, by you and me.) The exposé by Phil Christofanelli, presented on the David Asman show on Fox Business, is a real eye opener. Phil was evidently surprised to find that the class taught by two union activists was not simply an Intro to the structure and history of the unions in America, but actually represented an effort to evangelize hard-hitting, threatening union tactics to young impressionable minds. Just as we have seen an attempt by the Obama administration to return to a time before Bill Clinton’s welfare reform, a time where the nanny state keeps you fed and healthy, a time of debilitating, sequestering and mentally enslaving people who would otherwise be energetically striving for a piece of Freedom and Life, we also see an attempt to return people to a new Old: aggressive, angry hijacking of the only means we have of remaining a free, productive capitalist nation. It’s an attempt to return to that troubled and murky period, sometime after 1917… in Lower Vladivostok

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“I love you, and Incidentally…”

May 8th, 2011 by John P. Schumake

I remember a birthday party of mine many years ago as a child. (Your getting old when you have to add ‘as a child’ after ‘many years ago’). We had had a new garage door put on our garage just the day before. I had asked my mother to pick up one of my cousins so he could spend the night. Several of my cousins were with me at the party. My mother couldn’t get the garage door open. She didn’t know how to work the new door, though she tried. I got frustrated and said something along the lines of ‘Damn that man who put the door in’. Well, at some point I recall a flurry of slaps and whacks, and I was off in my room crying. I remember saying something along the lines of “She had no right to hit me.” There were a few minutes of sulking in my room. My grandfather was there. He explained to me, in his stern, yet amazingly patient way, that she had every right to do what she did.
I do not ever remember hating my mother for that, or frankly for the numerous other times she gave me a whack, or yelled at me. I don’t ever recall disliking her at any time for any reason, or wishing that something bad would happen to her. I never harbored hatred, or deep seated resentments towards her. I always loved my mother, and I cannot imagine, in any frame of mind, hating or even disliking her, notwithstanding the slaps. Yes, I suppose, because it was my birthday, and because I actually got wacked in front of several cousins I questioned her right to do that. I suppose as time went on and my various cousins also got wacked by their mothers, I realized that we were sort of a club. I can even recall riding in a car with one of my cousins, we were both wearing identical shirts. He was misbehaving; his mother turned around and slapped me, thinking it was him. It was kind of funny. After the initial shock, we all laughed.

I know deep down inside, the reason I never harbored any resentment or anger towards my mother is because of the incredible love. Anger was always very short-lived. My mother’s acts of love and concern for me are more than I could ever list. I never doubted her love. A montage of events occurs to my mind: She chases after my car waving a pair of shoes, because she feels I am wearing the wrong kind of shoes to a high school event. I chase after her car as a little kid because she is driving multiple children to school, and doesn’t realize that I am not in the car. She pinches my neck because it is irresistibly fat. She drives me around on bitter cold days so I can deliver the morning papers before school. I drive her to have her dialysis done on bitter cold days after she had had a stroke, while she tries to read the paper. She looks over me as a little child. I look over her as she is old and gray in a wheelchair. She looks over me. It’s the love.

She would be amused to hear me say, “I love you, and, incidentally, just in case you ever wondered, I never hated you.”

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Loosed the Fateful Lightning

May 1st, 2011 by John P. Schumake

A friend asked me, “Do you think that Armageddon could happen in just a year and a half?” alluding to the December 2012 date that the ancient Mayans have provided us for Who Knows What.My answer was, “Yes, of course.” Just as the spreading of the gospel and the Rise of Christianity was rendered possible by the Roman roads, aqueducts and baths, so the sudden rise and fall of nations and leaders is rendered possible by the roads of a new age: the Internet and more specifically, organizations like WikiLeaks.
There remains in prophecy very little to be fulfilled. The landmark fulfillments of the return of the people of Israel to an historic homeland amidst troubling times presented perhaps the greatest mental obstacle. Prophecy never has any obstacles, because, of course, nothing is too hard for God. I call it a mental obstacle because it would have been difficult for people 120 years ago to envision this really happening.
The biblical prophecies that precede a final apocalypse are sad. They speak of many nations united against Israel. For us to sit and watch as revolutions and overthrows and riots sweep the Mideast, it’s certainly not impossible to imagine the very quick organization of a United Arab States, with a Fundamentalist nature in unity against the state of Israel.

My answer to the notion of a final Armageddon, the consummation of the ages, the fulfilling of St. John’s Revelations is simply this: We are living it every day. It’s not something that is coming, but something that is here. The merchants who would have us trade our personal integrity and faith for a safe, secure and ostensibly reliable number, a series of digits that somehow defines and protects us, is no different than the gradual shift in the last century from kneeling before the side of the bed, to kneeling in front of a large screen that ultimately brings us images from a sort of collective cistern far off in space, standing where it ought not. For, where ought not something be? “The heavens are my throne and the earth is my footstool.”
Something ought not be constructed in the heavens. Ah, but it is.
The seemingly slow tick of days from the taking away of the continual burnt offering around 70 A.D. to the moving away from the New Testament Continual offering and moving towards a sort of socio-mental agreement promulgated by the early founders of communism, are now ticking more quickly, possibly due to the huge streams of conscious agreement accomplished through Rapid Electronic social activity. We have entered a time where we see the scary shaping of a Bio-Virtual Consciousness, existing in real time due to the high-speed wire and cables that connect thought and persons into an almost invisible mass.
Did I say mass? Hmm, it’s funny how kneeling before a continual light gives way to kneeling before a continuous light. (There’s a sort of human law of entropy that moves us from safety to danger, from the true to the countefiet, from Garden to Jungle, from God to gods, from gold to paper.) Romans marched on sophisticated roads to capture, subdue and control. The gospel was spread on those very roads.
There are, indeed, two prophecies that absolutely must be fulfilled as a part of the consummation of the ages. These are the only prophecies I have ever read that specifically indicate, ‘This state must come to pass, and then the end shall come’:
“First, the gospel must be preached to every nation people and tongue, and then the end shall come.”
“The power of the Holy People will be completely scattered, dissipated, then all of these things shall be finished.”

Both can happen at once, upon the new, sophisticated carefully-set Roman roads.

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Are We Out of the Bretton Woods Yet?

April 10th, 2011 by John P. Schumake

Here’s a quick primer on what the budget debate involves:

The Federal Accumulated debt (what we owe everyone) has exceeded 14 trillion dollars. That means that we can’t pay it back, but worse, we can scarcely pay the interest to all of our creditors, who include foreign countries, organizations and individuals, such as whoever buys treasury bills. The Democrats have taken the attitude, “Since we can’t hope to pay any of this back, let’s just print more money, and as long as we are going down the toilet, let’s go out with a loud flush.” The Republicans have taken the attitude, “Bernanke has already printed 600 billion dollars to accommodate your spending binge, the dollar has, predictably lost value, and as long as we are going down the toilet, let’s not plug up the plumbing.”
If we were a household we would be people who have run up their credit card debt, and can no longer pay the principal. We are paying the interest. So why can’t we just print more money? Here’s why: The United States stopped being a country with its dollar backed by gold, and became a corporation with each and every dollar representing a share of the company. This officially happened back during the Nixon administration when the president more or less indicated, “the hell with Bretton-Woods, we’re off the gold standard.” Bretton-Woods was put in place to help stabilize Europe after World War II. We guaranteed to Europe that they would be able to always get a certain amount of gold in exchange for a dollar. Long after Europe needed stabilizing, the French opportunistically started calling in American Gold in exchange for dollars, using the guarantees set forth by the Bretton-Woods treaty. They retrieved tons of Gold during a time when the price of gold was soaring and they were getting it at bargain prices. Nixon basically said, “Enough of this, we’re off the gold standard.” He told the European investors to basically go French themselves. A pall of silence was instantly cast across Europe and all of the investors in France immediately began to Alouette themselves.
The reason you can’t just print money is this: An American dollar is like a share in a company. If a company offers a million shares at ten dollars per share, and I buy one share, and you have one share, we each own a very small portion of that company, one-one millionth. Now, if the company says, “You know, we could use some more money, let’s just print another million shares and sell them at the current price of ten dollars.” What has just happened to you and I ? Well, we got screwed: Instead of owning one-one millionth, we now only own exactly half of that. That’s what all of the investors throughout the world are thinking when Bernanke goes and prints money. “Quantitative easing” he calls it. While it might be fine to print more shares when there is an incredible demand for your stock, and the printing of more shares is appropriately adjusted into the value, it is not good to do so when the demand is down and you are only doing it because you need money. This is what the Obama administration is doing. They need money to support their binging. They argue that a weakened dollar will invite more foreign purchases. While that might possibly have been true if Europe and Asia were experiencing a robust economy with substantial growth, that simply is not the case right now.
So the Democrats have thrown a tantrum because the credit cards are going to be ripped up.
“You can’t keep charging! There is no green money to pay the bill with!” the voice of reason says.
“Of course there’s money!” they proudly reply. “And plenty of it! I can just take this other card to that machine over there and get plenty of money out of it to go pay the bill!”

Copyright April 10th, 2011 by Earnest Publications

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Putting The Cart Before The Horse

April 3rd, 2011 by John P. Schumake

Why doesn’t it pay to put the cart before the horse?
I mean, presumably, one could develop a sort of cart that precedes the horse, with a treadmill attached on the rear, where the horse would walk and power the cart.
The treadmill would have to be attached to a sort of crankshaft, but you would never really have to yell, “Whoa! Boy…” Or “Whoa! Girl…” because all you would have to do is disengage the treadmill from the crankshaft that ultimately turns the rear (or front wheels if you have front-wheel drive). You would be essentially using a clutch to disengage the horsies.

Horse droppings would not need to be cleaned up, because they would automatically drop on the treadmill where they would then be picked up and compressed by a mechanism attached to the crankshaft.

Someone probably already thought of this back in the 18th century. It was probably me in a previous life, and here I am trying to get credit for it again because of lack of recognition the first time around. You see, the reason it never caught on is because people would then not know what to do with a perfectly good expression, “Putting the cart before the horse.”
It would make perfect sense to do so. “Why of course you should put the cart before the horse! Son, why didn’t you put the cart before the horse? Dang it! First get the job you want. Then go to school so you have the capabilities to do that job!”
I suppose we all do that, though, and it isn’t always that bad. Sometimes, if we don’t put the cart before the horse, we just never get moving. I’m that way a little bit. But really, it can be very counter-productive. You don’t get down to the business of what you know you really should be doing, because you’re doing something else that you really won’t need to do anyway if you don’t get done the main thing you should have done.
It’s a form of procrastination.

Why do we do that? Why do we put the cart before the horse? It’s because it is the cart we actually will be riding. It’s the cart that will be carrying our goods to market. We picture ourselves sitting up on the cart moving swiftly down the countryside. It’s a form of visualization, but…
…sadly, if we never hitch up the horse, Nay! (or Neigh!) if we never even have a horse, or if we have a horse and don’t take care of him, never feed, groom and exercise him, then the cart really won’t do us much good.
I would like to conclude these ramblings with a few wise words from Jethro Tull – not the Rock Band Jethro Tull, but the Jethro Tull who was born in March of 1674, invented the horse-drawn seed drill, and wrote the book entitled, Horse-hoeing Husbandry, which was said to have been one of the most cherished works in Thomas Jefferson’s library, until, of course, the library caught fire. I would love to quote a few words from Tull, but, I’m ashamed to admit, I have never read his works, and I have never had a copy of his book.
I will, however tell you this, “Giddy-Up” is just a quickened form of the phrase, “Get ye up.”

Copyright April 3d, 2011 by Earnest Publications

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Ah! The Lightbulb Turned On

March 27th, 2011 by Juan Zapatero

Years ago there used to be a little trick you could do that was kind of amusing at parties:
You would ask someone to add 24 + 1, then 23 + 2, then 22 + 3, and so on. You would then ask them to subtract 30 – 5, 29 -4, 28 – 3. Of course the answer was always 25. You would then ask them to name the first vegetable that came to their mind, and almost always they would reply, ‘carrot.’ I’m not sure why this was. I think it may have had something to do with 24 Karat(carat) gold, etc, and 25 was close to 24 . I’m not sure.
Someday, someone will invent a little numerical test that can be used during debates to tell if a candidate is telling the truth or not. I’m a little amused and saddened by President Obama’s profound, deep and powerful relationship with Jeffrey Immelt CEO of GE, and GE as a whole. GE, from what I hear, paid no income taxes last year. This was reportedly accomplished while shutting down American light-bulb manufacturing plants, and opening up plants overseas. While pundits rage and bicker over whether GE should pay taxes or not, the real issue to me is this: During the presidential campaign of 2008 Barrack Obama was adamant; he was determined that those bad companies that were shipping jobs overseas were going to be stopped. They were going to be punished. This shipping of American jobs over seas was not going to continue, no not if he became President!
Furthermore, he was going to stop government wiretapping and he was going to fix the economy.
GE has a cozy relationship with Obama, arguably cozier than Halliburton and Cheney. GE was showcased on President Obama’s trip to India and Pakistan. Jeffrey Immelt was appointed President Obama’s job czar. General Electric, from what I have read, is the principal owner of MSNBC, the dye-hard cheerleaders for the President. GE reportedly has manufactured parts and components being used by IRAN in their pursuit of advanced nuclear capabilities, and has provided China with technology as well, which appears to have begun during the Carter administration, possibly in pursuit of long range missile technologies, etc. Fortunately, quite recently, Israel was allegedly able to use a computer virus to cause equipment to malfunction and set the Iran nuclear program, which threatens the region, back several years.
I know that someone will invent a little mathematical quiz to see if candidates will tell the truth or if they will deceive and sacrifice national interest just to benefit a chosen few. The quiz must be tiny, almost unnoticeable, something you can slip into the debate in just a few words.

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The Hand

March 20th, 2011 by John P. Schumake

Why is it called a moratorium?
Why isn’t it called a lessatorium? We live in a world where the expedience and necessity of words to somehow bring up in one’s mind the image of what you are trying to convey is critical, unlike this sentence I just wrote, or typed if you will.
I suppose we are forever in danger of losing those links to our past, links that require you to research the historical significance of phrases we use today. I believe, though I cannot prove it, that there is a part of the brain that stores, either patternistically, or in genetically inherited records, that sort of information. I was watching porpoises out on the Gulf of Mexico surfacing and diving. Their sleek black and white bodies followed a graceful and almost soundless arch out of, and then back into the water. They have somewhere inside their fins, the bones of a five fingered hand. I suppose it is because they are mammals. What do they need with a five fingered hand?
As they arched gracefully out of the water I yelled at my friends to look, but by the time they had looked up, the water was flat and placid, no sign of porpoises. We went back to fishing. Again they emerged gracefully like an underwater Ferris wheel, just cresting barely above the surface. I yelled at my fellow fishing companions to look. Again they slipped under the waves unseen. We have five fingered hands. We have them in our mind and in our histories. Though the expedience of fishing and the necessity to move effortlessly through the sea has changed the way we behave, and we will soon not know how that has happened, we will always have the five-fingered hands.
Sometimes the change in our physical form is a result of a seeming necessity caused by powerful and unexpected events. The image of what we are becomes a little blurred. For a while, propelled out on the waves, or stepping through a field the image of the Creator becomes apparent.

Copyright March 20th, 2011 by Earnest Publications

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