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There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written or badly written. That is all.
Aaron Russo was an accomplished movie and music producer who had produced award-winning films such as "Tading Places" (starring Eddie Murphy and Dan Aykroyd) and chart-topping musical acts such as Bette Midler. He made millions, which allowed him to rub elbows with some of this country's most rich and elite. While doing so, he learned something that caused him to take his life down an entirely new and different path. He got heavy into activism and politics. Unfortunately, he died of bladder cancer on August 24, 2007. However, before he passed, he produced, directed, and narrated a documentary that he funded out-of-pocket with his own money. The name of that film is "America: Freedom to Fascism", and it is linked below. It is about an hour and fifty minutes long, and I implore anyone and everyone to take the time to view it.
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This is a documentary about an honest search for the truth about the Federal Reserve Bank (a private bank) and the legality of the Internal Revenue System. Through extensive interviews with recognized experts and authority, the director shows an astonishing revelation of how the Federal Government and the Bankers have fooled the American public by taking their wages and putting it in the pockets of the super-rich. The director goes so far as to interview one of the "master-minds" of the IRS Code, and you the viewer can draw your own conclusions as to how the system works. This is NOT a documentary filled with opinions, conjecture or editorial comment. It is a true documentary with a purpose, and that is to educate every wage earner about the Federal Reserve Bank and the IRS, how they got started, and where the money goes. It is well done, and it will make you laugh, and it will make you ANGRY! ~ from IMDB.com
My mother's death was very painful. She had a brain tumor which they tried to remove........ unsucessfully. She died on her mother's birthday at the age of 70 and we buried her on her own birthday a few days later. My father was the one who had the burden of pulling the plug on her and the toll on him was crushing.
But it had to be done. She was beyond help. I left home at age 19 and never went back except for visits. I miss my mother but it was 30 years after I left home when she died. I have lived every day with this dog for 10 years and he has been the best buddy anyone could ever ask for. I posted an article here back in '02. His life took a turn for the worse in the last two weeks. Tests showed that his pancreas had stopped functioning and he was losing bladder control. Diabetes. We bathed him and our sons came by to say their goodbyes. Now that big rubber band between he and I has been cut and I am the bastard who did it. Yes, I could have spent huge amounts of money to prolong his life....... maybe ........but he was 12 years old. He might have gained a year or maybe two on the outside..... to what end. The Vet came to the house Tuesday to do the deed. I thought I had the courage to do him in myself but I failed..... I could not do it. The Vet assured me that we were doing the right thing and that trying the other route would have been unfair to him and us. .  The last vision he had was from the table on our patio........ his throne overlooking his kingdom of our pond and field. It cost extra to have the Vet come to our house but I felt I owed it to him. I held him as his life was leaving his body and he let out a howl that I took as a whatishappeningtomeIloveyougoo dbye. It tore through my heart like cold steel. I will hear the echo of that wail for days to come. There have been many dogs and cats pass through my life but there have been none to compare with this guy. Our lives were in lockstep for over a decade and I'm having a bitch of a time adjusting. My wife and I have shed a lot of tears in the past few days. He was a real member of our family. This post is for you, Calvin. I love you. Rest well.
Watching the evening news tonite and amazed at the hype regarding a 'major' snowstorm for the east coast....... Virginia, North Carolina, Washington DC, Pennsylvania, Deleware, New Jersey.......etc....etc.... all paralyzed by a typical Nor'easter.
Fuckin' wimps. PREPARE! OK. They put plows on their garbage trucks. Come on now! We here in Maine are prepared to handle two feet of snow as easily as two inches of snow. They know it's gonna happen. We know it's gonna happen. Yet the country comes to a standstill due to a foot or two of snow in Washington DC. After last year's 23" blizzard we had school the next day. DC schools will be closed all week. We attack the storm. They fold under the storm's assault. It happens every year yet they are never prepared. I am fucking amazed.
Well folks, it's been a while. I hope this article finds everyone in good times and spirits. Me? I've been doing much better since the hey days here on think attack. No more tokin or cokin. I've been married for a year this month, own a nice house with a pool, a kickass German Shepherd, and a small business. I also work a second job, which as my business has headed south, has turned into my first job.
So, on with the story. Some of you may know that I've got a little bit of a shady past. When I was younger, I was accused of a sex crime. Not a "horrible" one, but a sex crime none the less. It was such bullshit. I've taken and passed every polygraph that the fucking state wanted me to, and was still placed on a little list I like to call the Registered Sex Offenders List. For a while, I let it ruin who I was. It took a lot of time to get out of self destruct mode and move on with my life. And just for any nay sayers here, my wife and her friends worked for the Department of Children and Families at the time, and ol' Deano from think attack is one of my best friends. Those types of people wouldn't call me friend if this shit was serious. So anyways. With my business shrinking and shirinking, and with my wife and I wanting to have children, I got a little bit of the Army bug. I figured, "Hey, I used to be a Paramedic. I was a specialist Cardio Tech. I've been to college. I've got good credit. I've got a 99 on the ASVAB. I'm willing to be deployed. I have letters of recommendation from a USAF Colonel and a Leiutenant. I also have the letter from the Lt. Col in charge of recruiting for The United States Military Academy at West Point from when they tried to recruit me when I was a kid. I'd be a perfect candidate!" So, I started talking to a recruiter. I tested. I was told to pick my career. I tested for that too. I was told that Special Forces Medical Sergeant. Basically battlefield medic, with some extra bells and whistles. Shit was I through the roof. I knew it would take a LOT of hard work getting into good enough shape for basic, none the less to wear that SF patch on my shoulder. Now my future son would have something to be proud of. I would have a career for now, rather than a job. I could actually sacrafice something for this shit hole country that I love so much. Then I got the message. "Not so fast partner." It was Sergeant Carnegie from the recruiter's office. "There are 3 things that preclude enlistment into the US Military; Prior service who has been discharged for drugs, homosexuality, and any sort of sex offense." He went on to tell me how badly he felt, and tried to relate to me by telling me about his brother who's a registered sex offender for being caught urinating in public. He can't serve his country either. If you've ever had a door closed in your face for reasons out of your control, then you may know how low this felt. The Fucking Army wouldn't even accept me. "You aren't even good enough to catch a bullet for Uncle Sam." You'd think I'd be the first one they want to deploy. This isn't a "cry for the registered sex offenders" story here. I vote for most of the laws regarding sex offenders, but come on. When I moved to Seattle, where they do all registration on a case by case basis, They didn't even require me to register. Now the Army has an issue with it? I've got a good life here in Florida with my wife, family, and a couple of friends. I just wanted offer something more to those who have had my back through my whole legal ordeal. I wanted to be able to tell my children that I served something other than probation. Fuck em. Who needs the fucking Army anyhow?
When the world was still quite young and the Creator had yet to think of man, he would often take walks throughout the forested earth. On one such stroll, the Creator wove between the majestic cedars and noble firs, admiring the garden of boulders that the trees were tending. Soon the boulders would grow to mountains, and the Creator was pleased with their care. A silver river turned about in the valley there, throwing bits of mist like glittering confetti wherever it caressed the boulders growing shapes. It was a lovely sight for the Creator to behold, and he settled upon the smoothest rock to smoke for a bit and revel in the beauty. As the Creator drew his pipe from one of the many pockets of his infinite robe, a miracle that had been nestled there tumbled out and was swept up in the rivers currant. Suddenly the river swelled and drew in the massive boulders, washing them in the miracle and binding them together. The land fell away, and the miracle leapt into the open air, taking rock and river alike. When it landed the miracle had run its course, but the river remembered its touch. Forever after that, a river could twist between the seeds of mountains, leaping bravely through the air in tribute to that long ago miracle, when the first waterfall was born.
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