Last night-hell every nite i have trouble sleeping, I find myself weeping and saying - why me? The lord has reminded me that when We lived out at ham lake--No water, no electricity--I was about 6 or 7 and enjoyed riding the ice wagon with a weathered old man and a mule for power...what fun I had..One day I walked down to the lake only to find two older boys about to roast a live mud turtle..They had this poor creature streched out over a fire they had just lighted up. I don,t know what gave me the power but I scattered the fire , sent the boys away and saved the turtle. But the turtle being frightened and singed bit my finger and wouldn,t let go. I took that poor turtle and walked to the waters edge crying all the way until I finally put him in the lake , and after a minute or so he let go and swam away..Then I rejoiced over my good deed.
Many years later, I was junior at Minnetonka H.S. One day, a punk, a hoodlum call him what you will, came to school--looking to beat up this boy who wasn,t macho was ordinary in every way except he couldn,t defend himself..Being from the wrong side of the tracks myself, I secretly paid attention to what was going in his world..
When this guy came into our school..I became incensed..and decided to interveen on behalf of this kid.. Before I new it..there were 8 or 10 of us.. we went down and grabbed this guy.. the tables were turned.. we picked him up and hauled him to the door. The unforseen problem was that the school doors have two doors with a post in between.. I confess that half exited right and half exited left --leaving this poor bastard to the center post--When we finally untangled everything.. We threw his groggy body into the gravel.. He never came back..
I was reminded that i,ve always stood up for the weak..
Torture is not right, we don,t need it, It is really about bullies..
Sheryl and I grew up during the Peace corps era.. were American kids fanned out across the globe to help people.. America was truly "The Arsenal of Democracy"
The Last 10 years we,ve seen the rise of John Brennans Torture Corps..About as far a way from the "Peace Corps" as you can get.
I don,t want to be called.. But I have been.
I don,t want my children or g children or gg children growing up in a facist America were the few have everything and the poor have nothing..Where everybody has to beg and kiss ass to feed themselves. And Democracy is an illusion a historical artifact...of once upon a time..
I don,t want this burden. My impulse is to run away...Like i did in Charlotte..Only to find God chuckling as an air conditioning unit..with no way out except to fight..So take off your glasses, take off your watch..set them on top of the air conditioner, turn around and face the door..there is only one way out and it,s not an easy way...It,s the only way.
Will you please stand up with me? Will you pray for me? Better yet , will you start yelling!!! If we all yell together perhaps Satan will get confused and not know who to strike. This man is perfectly capable of killing anyone on this planet with his shadow gov,t
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