Its great that we are doing well in the ticket department and the talk of moving the Jags are stored back in the corner where they belong.

I like what was done in the off season to try and get this team ready for the playoffs.

I am not however looking forward to a bunch of Florida Gator fans ranting and raving about a player who should not even play in the game. but some how maybe the Denver Broncos may have to run his rookie behind out there so the Gator fans can cheer on there pet boy.

You know if the Gator fans show us anything its not always about the team it about one man and how good he is. I understand that Tim has talent and played very well in collage ball but let not tout him as anything more the a talented rookie playing on a pro football team.

I hope on Sunday i can go and enjoy the game and watch the Jaguar Team play the Denver Broncos Team and see who the best TEAM is not watch some  Tim Tebow rookie side show act. my tickets cost to much money for the kind of crap.

Go Jags

I was at work getting ready to head out for my daily service calls. Someone had heard on the radio that a plan had crashed into one of the Twin towers so we gathered in the conference room and turned on a small TV. We watched as the reporters talked about the tragedy that had just happened and the loss of life. We were talking in jest about how blind could the pilot be not to see both them big ass buildings. But not long after that as we stood there watching the fire and smoke we saw the second air liner slam into the seconded tower. We saw it in full color and in detail and we were in shock. I and another workmate knew right away this was bad and not an accident and express that much. But some others we dazed and in shock and didn’t know what to think. We started talking about this being an attack and the dazed folks just shook their heads in disbelief and we tried to talk them into seeing what they were seeing. Then a third plane was reported to have hit the pentagon and everybody was now on the same page. We are under attack and the weapons are planes.

I remember speeding down the road looking toward the skies trying to get home. We sat in front of the TV just watching the twin towers burn. We were Listing to reporters tell us that it was confirmed that we were under attack. The President grounded all Air line traffic and put a standing order to shoot down any plane that did not comply.  My eyes were glued to the TV but my ears listened for any sounds that sounded like an airplane engine. We lived near a military airport so when we heard something we ran out to look. At one point we saw about 20 fighter jets screaming through the sky. Yet another sight that’s seems so unreal that it instilled a since of fear.

Watching the TV huddled in our home we listened to the reporters tell of the hundreds of people stuck in the towers and how the brave firefighters gave everything they had to help them.  The sounds of sirens, people screaming and this thunking noise a noise I could not figure out. Until a reporter that was talking stopped and was crying because with each thunk she knew it was a body of a person that decided that jumping from the burning building was better the burning alive. Thunk and thunk and each one pounded in my chest and raised my anger lever more and more. I wanted to walk away but found I could not pull away from what I was seeing.

It seemed at one point that things were starting to come to order, plans were in affect people had direction and evacuation were starting to take some shape then without warning the towers started to crumble. Floor after floor collapsed on top of each other destroying anything between them. People started to run, the streets filled with people running away from the loud crashing noise that is, was the Twin towers.

It was not enough for the terrorist to take the Twin towers and the people in it. but the affect of the towers coming created a cloud of death and destruction as it chased people down the streets of New York, around corners, down streets and filled it with debris from the buildings trying to take as many people with them as it could.

Then there was silence for a brief moment the TV was quite the room was quite shock was on our faces. Then slowly you cold hear strange beeping noises. The beeping noises started to fill the air and people started to move again it was like watching a ghost town come to life. People struggling to understand what just happened, were they ok, they could not see from the thick cloud of dust. Cries for help in the darken city streets started to surface and then panic ensued again.

The day ended but I felt like nothing I have ever felt before. I could not sleep well that night as my ears listened for anything strange. My eyes searched for danger and my soul ached for everybody that died that day.

Please leave a comment on where you were that day and how it impacted you.

As of this writing the Pastor Terry Jones has suspended the burning of the Qur’an based on an agreement that the imam will move the location of the new mosque

OK so lets start here.

There is one man a Imam that wants to build a Mosque near ground zero. Americas voice there opposition to what he wants to do and we are told that we need to be more open minded and tolerant and to do otherwise is UN-American. So we are UN-American because we are offended by what this Imam is doing. The Imam has every right to build there as there is no law that can stop him. They bought the property and they have the right to build on it. But just because you can does not mean you should.

There is one man a preacher who wants to burn some Qur’an in protest to what he says is a book of evil. We are told that this act of intolerance is UN-American and will cause harm to Americans both home and abroad. Now this preacher has every right to burn the Qur’an under Freedom of Speech and there is no law that can stop him. But just because you can does not mean you should.

Both men have an agenda, both men have a right to do what they are doing. What’s telling about this is how each side handles the thing that is offending them.

So offending Americans with a Mosque near ground zero is ok but offending Muslims by burning a Qur’an is not.

WHY?

Easy Americans are a tolerant Nation and allows for all points of view and it provided by law. But can the same be said about Muslims? How tolerant are they?

Remember its one man not the United States that is burning the Qur’an and if the mere threat of burning the Qur’an can provoke another country to burn American flags and calls for death to christens and infidels. Seems like a very intolerant nation, country or people to me.

Americans see the preacher for what he is an idiot trying to prove a point and get famous I am sure. If not for the media attention nobody would have known about the burning let alone third world country’s. He could have had his little burning and the world would move on as if nothing had happened. But nope the media made sure everybody knew about this even the President of the United States. So who really is to blame here, but i will save that’s for another post.

How is this being handled by both sides?

Well Americans may not like the Mosque being built and there would be protest and threats by a few radicals but they would for the most part use the Law to stop it from being built if possible.

Muslims well they protest and make threats but they also call as a country not a radical group of people for the death of Americans over burning a book which they have done in their country many, many time over in which we are asked to be understanding about.

So in my opinion this does not fall on the shoulders of the Imam in New York and it does not fall on the shoulders of the preacher in Gainesville they are both doing what they are allowed to do by law in this country. It falls on the shoulders of the Muslim people to be understanding and tolerant of all points of view because to follow the course of action laid out by the Muslims leaders is to prove the preacher point. You legitimize what he is saying about the teaching of the Qur’an. You need to rise above it and let it go just as we Americans are asked to do every time we have been offended by what Muslims radicals have done to us.

I hope that the Preacher does not go through with his protest as i don’t want to see any Americans hurt. But i fear that no matter what he does or says the Muslim radicals run the show. they run their people and are coming close to running the United States with the fear and the threat of death.

Warning there is adult language and Violence in the Video please do not show to Kids.

OK so there is this video contest for a kick ass book called Ancestor and i have entered a video in said contest. well the Judges are only going to judge from a pick of the top 5 viewed videos and this is determined by the number of views on the Authors youtube website. So i need anybody and everybody to click on the video below so i can get my view count up into at least the top five. your help in this adventure would be great and appreciated. Now the reason i was inspired to do this was because I like Scott Sigler as an Author and his way of writing so i wanted to be a part of that world so when he offered a piece of his work up for the contest I as a fan wanted to do just that be a part so watch the video and enjoy and help me reach the top five.

Here is my video based on a script from the book Ancestor called “Where is Sara”.

Here is more information which i grabbed from the website

www.scottsigler.com

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ANCESTOR SYNOPSES

“The ancestors are out there … you have to believe me.”

Acclaimed author Scott Sigler, New York Times bestselling creator of INFECTED and CONTAGIOUS, offers a chilling tale of what can happen when hubris, greed, and madness drive scientific experimentation past the brink of reason.

Every five minutes, a transplant candidate dies while waiting for a compatible heart, a liver, a kidney. Imagine a technology that could provide those life-saving transplant organs for a nominal fee … and imagine what a company would do to monopolize that technology.

On a remote island in the Canadian Arctic, PJ Colding leads a group of geneticists who have discovered this holy grail of medicine. By reverse-engineering thousands of animal genomes, Colding’s team has dialed back the evolutionary clock and re-created the progenitor of all mammals. The method? Illegal. The result? A computer-engineered living creature, an animal whose organs can be implanted in any person, with no chance of transplant rejection.

There’s just one problem: these ancestors are not the docile herd animals that Colding’s team envisioned. Instead, the work has given birth to something big, something evil … something very, very hungry.

As creators become prey in an ultimate battle for survival, Colding and the woman he loves must fight to survive — even as government agents close in to shut the project down, and the deep-pocketed company backing this research reveals its own cold-blooded agenda.

Legend 5-30-2010

Legends come and Legends go and on this day

I let my Legend go.

From a pup he grew and played.

Running, Jumping and learning to stay.

He grew so big,

He grew so strong,

He grew so fast as time moved on.

He was my Protector

Companion and Friend.

He protected his yard

his home and kin.

I will miss him and his proud strong stance.

I will miss him as long as I am.

He was my dog,

My four legged friend.

Yep he’ll be my Legend until my end.

…

The Poachers

It was that verse back in 2000 that I heard streaming from a song on a web site called MP3.com that started it all. One mans quest to find one song produced by a band that no longer existed.

I had been browsing the site for some new music as I was tired of the same old replayed radio tunes. The song was called Scots of the Riverina and was about a boy who ran away from home during war time which was considered a criminal act during that place and era. The story tells of his father who disowns him from the family, thereafter the boy does enlist and fights in the war but his father is still bitter and unforgiving. The son dies (and so does the old man) but you will have to read the poem or get the song in order to hear what happens to both generations.

This is where things go bad all because I was too lazy to buy the song off the site at a whopping $1.99.. I made the mistake of thinking to myself ‘I will just play the streaming version’ (which was not CD quality but it sounded good enough) and I can play it anytime I want’.  After a year of listening to the song for free – that site closed it doors.  Thus I lost the ability to hear it, and more importantly lost access to the name of the song and the name of the band. See when your complacent like that you tend not to remember such things because, after all, it was only a click away.

Another year had passes and I was cleaning up some things strewn around my office space and I found a sticky note that had the name ‘Scots of the Riverina’ on it and I remembered the song immediately. I thought holy crap I need to find that again, which should be pretty easy right, with the quantity of information now on the INTERNET.

So I started my search feeling confident that two years after having last listened to it on the original site,  there should be some information out there somewhere. I looked and searched for hours, and I did this every night for about a week, each night trying to find any reference, lyric or index but found nothing. Just about the time I was hopelessly frustrated and going to stop is when I saw a link to a cached website page. So I decided to click on it and it brought up a page that looked like the site I had previously listened to the song on. Almost like a photo copy of the site, if you will, but all the links were broken. However, it contained a email address at the bottom and I thought that I might as well give that a try, maybe… just maybe… they still have email.

I composed an email letter asking if the band was still around and if one could still buy the self published CD they were selling. A few days later I got a response stating that the band was not together anymore, but they happened to have a few CD’s left and they would be willing to send me one. I provided them with my address and I sat back and waited.  After about two months I sent a follow up email as kind of a reminder, or a bump to see if it was still possible to obtain the CD, for which I was now willing to pay more than the original $2.00 for. Disappointment lingered as I never got a response back and so I had thought that I was doomed to never hear that version of the song again.  I started my search again looking for the song in general, at this point I almost didn’t care who sang it, I just wanted to get it. So again I started plundering the web for any renditions of the song. Nothing was to be found, no songs, not listing of the song, not even a pirated version of the song could I find (not that I would encourage such thing but I was hard up trying to find it) but nothing productive turned up, even in 2003 the web seem to be missing any hint of the song. So I gave up the search and stowed the song in the back of my head and listened to it in memory the best that I could remember it.

2006 came about and the song resurfaced in my head and got me to thinking surely by now there must be something on the web in reference to this song. Well I started searching and sure enough I found some articles about it being a poem. Up until this point I only knew a few lines of the song and googled such which is how I found out that this was part of an old poem originally written by Henry Lawson.  This gave me hope that with now having more of the lyric information I could find the song performed by somebody else.  Sure enough, I found that it was on an album sung by Hugh McDonald. Now that I had a name I searched for a sample of the song so I could hear it again hoping then find where to buy it, but as fate would have it I found another dead end, not one single sample, or even a offering to buy the song. So again my hope faded away with the virtual pages on the screen, and I moved on once more with life as it moved on in front of me.

2010, in January, some 10 years later and I stumble again on a note with the name Scots of the Riverina and I kind of laughed at myself for holding on to that note for so long. I mean it’s been about a decade, and the band from what I had been told broke up at least 8 years prior. So I started to ball up the note to toss it away and for some reason I could not let it go. I tried twice to discard it but my fingers would not open up to let it fly. So I typed it into a note pad document on the computer and then threw the tattered paper relic into the bin.  A few nights later that note was still on the desktop of my computer and I said ‘what the heck if it’s not on the web now – it will never be there’. So I start searching again and search after search found only mentions of the poem, or of the few singers which had performed it that were from back in the day.  Eventually I stumbled across a sample. Finally!!  Unfortunately, it was not pleasing at all to my long awaiting ears. It was old and not performed very well.. you have to understand that this tale requires some emotional articulation – and the singer didn’t seem to have enough to fit the song.

If you have ever used Google, or Yahoo, then you know that when you type in an item to search you get like thousands of links that mostly have nothing to do with what you’re searching for. So, most of us click through the first, second and maybe the third result before we try another search phrase. In a fit of madness I clicked like on like fifty or something I really don’t remember, but a link had the name of the song in it and I was like really?

Bruce Cameron Website

So I clicked it and it was a play list from a DJ. This DJ, whose name was Bruce, had what looked like a play list for each gig, or day, or something… but there were a lot of them with what seemed to be hundreds of songs on them. Glancing down I saw that there was an email address at the bottom and I thought I would ask if he remembered this song that was sung by a band that not longer existed, after all – it was in his play list so he would remember, right?  Yeah, I was headed down wishful thinking lane again, but email is free and to ask cost me nothing. I composed yet another email in hopes it would lead to some sort of progress in my quest, but never got up my hopes as for a reply.  Well I just could not let myself really believe that the person would really have the time to recall a song, or a band, from ten years ago.

“Wow” is all I can say.  I sent the email on Jan 24 at 8:45 pm and I got a response back at 11:45 that very same night. Can you believe that?  Not even 24 hours later, it was the same night and that is not even the best part – not only did he respond, but he knew about the band and the song! He informed me that the band had indeed parted ways, but he did some research in that short amount of time between my email and his, and found 10 copies of this self published CD on a website called Tradandnow.com.  Well I have to admit that I was beside myself, I was ecstatic and I could hardly believe it would pan out, but I went to the site and there it was listed on the catalog and it even had the CD cover I remembered which confirmed that I was on the right track.

Trad&now magazine

The next day I was on that site and clicking on the “order me that cd please” button.  Lo and behold, as the fates would have it, right after I clicked the final order button, the website went down. Well, try as I might I could not access it for about 3 hours, so my heart dropped again and I consigned myself to wait until later that day before trying again. I did get back on the site and I sent a note explaining how I had placed the order and the site crashed while doing so and that I needed to know if it went through or not, but I was too eager to get it while I could before something else went wrong so I just could not wait for a response. No, I had to place another order right then, I guess I figured as the worst I would have two copies.  Luckily that wasn’t the case because I did get a response later that night stating that the first order did not make it to processing, only the second did. Hooray!

Just when you thought everything was falling into place, you get the dreaded email notification.  Cec, the store owner, sent me a message saying there was a problem in locating the CD in his inventory. I was crushed, and I said to myself “it was to good to be true”.  I sent him a reply saying that I understood that after ten years it may not be possible to get a copy. Cec didn’t give up that easily though, he asked if I had the band members names, as that may be able to help, and so I dug up all the notes that I had and rummaged though them until I found what he needed and sent them his way.

February third I got an email for Cec stating “SUCCESS” and that he had found some copies and I would have one in my hands within a few weeks.  Again I was elated and could not wait for the CD to get here.  In my fevered impatience I had to email Cec once more just to ensure the CD was on its way, to which he assured me that it was.

February 19^th I get a call from my wife, (whom, by the way, was rather weary of me calling home every single day asking if the mailman had dropped off anything for me) she said “I am calling to tell you that your package is here” as in – now don’t call me and ask me about it again.  It’s her way of giving me a hard time because every time I would ask her about it was if she would be hiding it from me or something, but she didn’t do such a thing, and she called me right away as she had repeatedly reassured me she would.  Boy I could not wait to get home that day and pop it into the CD player. So I get home and, well, when you have a family you just can’t drop everything and tear open your much anticipated package because the toddler in the house won’t let you… Nope we had to play, and talk, and wrestle, and do all the things that you’re required to do as a father with your young son.

About this time my wife was headed out with some of the other kids to gather us some dinner.  Thus ensues – The Dance.  As they pulled out of the driveway, and time permitted, I opened the CD popped in it my heart filled with longing as I waited for it to begin playing the song.  The three year old started to dance slowly, just a bit, you know – the little head bobbing thing, and I closed my eyes and let the music wash over me as notes cascaded around the room, I just stood there savoring the memory, and the music as it played.

Before I knew it the song was over and life snapped back into view and the remainder of the day followed its natural course.  That is, and was, my journey to obtain a song that I once thought was lost forever.  So I want to thank some people for what may seem a typical task to them in their day to day lives, but was a 10 year endeavor for me.

The first “Thank You” goes to Bruce the DJ (or whatever it is he does) for having that song listed in a play list, and him being able to recall and find information on what I was seeking. Thank you for your time Bruce.

Secondly, I would like to thank Cec and TRADANDSHOW.com for “1” – having the CD listed, and “2” – for taking time out of your routines to research and find a copy of the CD.

Third, I would like to thank the Band THE POACHERS who published the CD and recorded a beautiful rendition of that poem to song.  That song had lived in my head and memory for so many years until I was able to play it once again, and it sounded every bit as delightful as I had remembered. So, Thank you – Penny Boys, Cathy Bell and Andrew Heath recording this song.

THE 545 PEOPLE
RESPONSIBLE FOR ALL
OF AMERICA’S WOES

BY CHARLEY REESE

Politicians are the only people in the world who create problems and then campaign against them.
Have you ever wondered why, if both the Democrats and the Republicans are against deficits, we have deficits? Have you ever wondered why, if all the politicians are against inflation and high taxes, we have inflation and high taxes?
You and I don’t propose a federal budget. The president does. You and I don’t have the Constitutional authority to vote on appropriations. The House of Representatives does. You and I don’t write the tax code. Congress does. You and I don’t set fiscal policy. Congress does. You and I don’t control monetary policy. The Federal Reserve Bank does.

One hundred senators, 435 congressmen, one president and nine Supreme Court justices – 545 human beings out of the 235 million – are directly, legally, morally and individually responsible for the domestic problems that plague this country.
I excluded the members of the Federal Reserve Board because that problem was created by the Congress. In 1913, Congress delegated its Constitutional duty to provide a sound currency to a federally chartered but private central bank.
I excluded all but the special interests and lobbyists for a sound reason. They have no legal authority. They have no ability to coerce a senator, a congressman or a president to do one cotton-picking thing. I don’t care if they offer a politician $1 million dollars in cash. The politician has the power to accept or reject it.
No matter what the lobbyist promises, it is the legislation’s responsibility to determine how he votes.

A CONFIDENCE CONSPIRACY
Don’t you see how the con game that is played on the people by the politicians? Those 545 human beings spend much of their energy convincing you that what they did is not their fault. They cooperate in this common con regardless of party.
What separates a politician from a normal human being is an excessive amount of gall. No normal human being would have the gall of Tip O’Neill, who stood up and criticized Ronald Reagan for creating deficits.
The president can only propose a budget. He cannot force the Congress to accept it. The Constitution, which is the supreme law of the land, gives sole responsibility to the House of Representatives for originating appropriations and taxes.
O’neill is the speaker of the House. He is the leader of the majority party. He and his fellow Democrats, not the president, can approve any budget they want. If the president vetos it, they can pass it over his veto.

REPLACE SCOUNDRELS
It seems inconceivable to me that a nation of 235 million cannot replace 545 people who stand convicted — by present facts – of incompetence and irresponsibility.
I can’t think of a single domestic problem, from an unfair tax code to defense overruns, that is not traceable directly to those 545 people.
When you fully grasp the plain truth that 545 people exercise power of the federal government, then it must follow that what exists is what they want to exist.
If the tax code is unfair, it’s because they want it unfair. If the budget is in the red, it’s because they want it in the red. If the Marines are in Lebanon, it’s because they want them in Lebanon.

There are no insoluble government problems. Do not let these 545 people shift the blame to bureaucrats, whom they hire and whose jobs they can abolish; to lobbyists, whose gifts and advice they can reject; to regulators, to whom they give the power to regulate and from whom they can take it.
Above all, do not let them con you into the belief that there exist disembodied mystical forces like "the economy," "inflation" or "politics" that prevent them from doing what they take an oath to do.

Those 545 people and they alone are responsible. They and they alone have the power. They and they alone should be held accountable by the people who are their bosses – provided they have the gumption to manage their own employees.

This article was taken from the Orlando Sentinel Star newspaper

(Date of publication unknown)

Information source: http://www.apfn.org/apfn/woes.htm
Link to image of the actual article: http://www.apfn.org/APFN/545.jpg

If you are a news reporter or commentator that poked fun or thought this was a big enough deal to write about as news then your an idiot. Some of the smartest people in the world have resorted to writing notes on their hands while giving a speech its not a big deal, really it not and to make it news for 3 days is a sad commentary on your ability as a journalist.

How do you wake up in the morning and say “Oh my God she had notes on her hand, I must tell the world of this heinous crime.” What is going through your head when you bring this to the front page. All modern day presidents have used a Teleprompter for their speeches but Sarah cant have a note on her hand to help her stay on track.

If you are the ones who got up and posted about this as something news worthy or thought that you got one on her because you don’t like her or whatever just look yourself in the mirror and repeat after me. “I am an Idiot “ Then go back to your journalism books and really read them this time maybe report on some real news.

Writing a note on your hand is big news are you kidding me.

Walter

So for this game I say great execution offence and for the defense well hit the books and watch the film and i will see you next game. So be ready because I will be watching. lol…I know like they care what i think. That ok I love them just the same win or lose they are my Jags.

Go Jags see you next week.

When most people see this title they will automatically assume i am talking about UFO and aliens but I’m not. I am talking about the plan and simple truth the honest to God truth, the I swear to tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth because currently the truth is lost in America. It has been lost in the depths of Politics and party affiliations and replaced with distortions and redefinitions of the English word.

Our country has become so divided on the fundamentals of how to find the pursuit of happiness that it’s as if the Hatfield’s and the McCoy’s have adopted each half of America. The divide is so strong between the families (political parties) that the truth is lost and the distortion of the truth have become the flavor of the day. At this moment in time a person from each party could read a sentence and both will read the words and comprehend something completely different. How can we as Americans prevail and succeed as a Nation if we can’t agree on the meanings of words. The meaning of words have become so distorted and redefined that it almost in possible to know what somebody is really trying to say or once said what did they mean. Politicians can say something on film or tape and when they are asked about it they say “that’s not what I meant to say” or “that was taken out of context” but if its only a brief comment there is not much context to take it out of other then the subject title. But we sit back and let it go and it becomes another truth a misplaced or distorted truth but the truth that comes to be believed in time. but this is what we as America have become a Nation of Lies or half truths and we will pay the ultimate price for it.

The biggest problem in my view of course is that we as Americans allow the politicians to get away with the lies. We excuse them all in a battle to keep our guy (whom every your guy is) in office to advance our political gain. This happens on both side of the political table and we sit by and watch it for fear that the other side will win and destroy our/your view of what America should be. This slippery slope of false hoods is what will be our undoing as a Nation in the end as you can only distort or lie so many time before the people stop paying attention to them and that is dangerous because when people decide that there is no hope and no truth they feel lost and will decide to defend their own freedoms and this will create bigger problem then we already have in this country.

The question is how do we bring truth back into politics (not that there every was real truth) but enough that somebody can be held accountable for actions that are considered to be unethical or illegal or at worst bring shame to the person that was telling the lie. How do we recapture the truth and creditability of somebody in our current climate? Maybe we have to pull together us Hatfield’s and McCoy’s and demand it out of them but in order to do that everybody both the Hatfield’s and McCoy’s have to decide that the true definition of a word means the same thing to both side and will agree that if either side breaks that trust by lying then accountability will be held and action will be executed on the persons from either side of the families.  But if we choose to stand by our man/woman no matter how much he/she lies about or distorts the truth we will never find the truth and it will remain out beyond our reach and the madness of chaos will rain heavy on the Nation and wash away and hope of civility. you will see more instances of (it depends on what is is) or ( You Lie) or any number of outburst or disorderly conduct that we have been seeing lately. The fact that people are being told that when their freedom speech is no longer to be tolerated because it’s in opposition or contrary to what somebody else think it should be then Americans better wake up and fast before your freedom to speak has been silenced.

Rear Admiral Yamamoto once said “I fear all we have done is to waken a sleeping giant…” in reference to the attack in pearl harbor by Japan. right now I wish I could find away to wake that sleeping giant because now it sleeps and we need to wake America up again and show her how important the truth is. We must find it and defend it and hold accountable the one who try and destroy it. Maybe its more that they are distracted because we/they are defending our/their version of the truth that we can’t see that it’s missing. but what we learned from history is that it did not end well for the Hatfield’s and the McCoy’s and it will not end well for America if we don’t find that truth.

The truth is out there.