Noah and the Culture

Any of you who actually follow me and have a look at what I put up on Twitter, know that I put up a lot of foreign entertainers.  From Japan, Russia, France, Venezuela, ect… Well… I’m going to try and explain why. But foremost, let it be said in the beginning, it’s because I like them, as, entertainers.

Stay with me here… Noah found favor in the eyes of the Lord. Didn't say that about his kids and their wives… Now. Don’t go to an extreme, that’s not to say they were bad people, or evil people, but they weren't Noah, Noah got it. They built the Ark at Noah’s direction. They may very well have thought Noah was nuts… Also keep in mind, there was quite a civilization going on prior to the flood. One ‘the kids’ may have been getting along in fairly well. As many of us do today. People are people. (We are talking educated people, they built a boat 500 ft. X 75 ft. X 30 ft.)

So when the rains came sure enough, and it was all washed away… All of it!  When they came out of the Ark, it was a holy mess, (so to speak) indeed. It was muddy, it was muggy, foggy, and with all the evaporation going on, it was cold. There were no trees, there was only rock, mud and a bit of fresh vegetation. You know what else there was a lot of, resentment. At God! They (the kids) knew God was real now for sure… and they had just seen what he had done. They were pissed!

But kept in mind, they were still educated, they knew how to get things done, and how to do them. Well as we all know, life can be pressing, and so things have to get done.  And (very important), they didn't have 'nothing,' they had the Ark. God had given them the Ark. There it was, with all its woods, metals, stores and pottery.  

So… What did Noah’s kids tell their kids…? Same as we do today, what they knew… They told the stories of the Golden Age, and how it sank beneath the waves. How God wiped it all away, and these stories may have been told with a certain amount of resentment. These stories are the source of all the mythologies, which tend to be similar in there content....  

This is why they built the Tower of Babble. As an act of defiance… The rebellion of a child. This was the first post flood culture, the ‘rebellion of a child.’ And all of one family, (?) of one tongue and culture, just like it was before the flood, and was ripe pickings for Satan, and who would soon destroy themselves.

So God dispersed them by confusing there language... But he didn't take their knowledge, they still knew, what they knew. This is where Egypt, the Inca’s, the Mayan’s, the Celtics, China’s first dynasty, ect… This is why all ancient cultures start with the story of a flood. You need to think about this… All that crap about evolution and deep time is just that…Crap (modern gods), and they are teaching it to your kids, and testing them on it. It’s an act of rebellion, of resentment… Ever notice how there is a certain amount of resentment in these people… its inherent. They seem to want to worship anything but God…

Keep in mind how big and how small it all seems to be. For it is just as small under a microscope as it is big in the telescope.  God created it… it belongs to Him… it sits on His coffee table… It seems to reason, He’s not going to be on your side, seems to me the thing to do, is be on His side…

Back to the videos… When I was a kid… Our family would go camping, to places like Colorado, New Mexico, Wyoming, Utah, ect… As we traveled the road, we went through a lot of little towns. They all were pretty much alike, insomuch as they all had gas stations, motels, restaurants, yet at the same time, each town was its own place, with its own flavor.

Whereas today, they are all of the same flavor, same restaurants, same motels, same gas stations… “Well if there isn't a McDonald’s, keep going,” is heard often… I’m sure… Have we lost our flavor?

If you notice in the videos I put up… it seems to be happening the world over. When I was young, when we talked about culture, we spoke of what the people ate, what they wore, their music, their dances… Get my point…

There are McDonald’s all over the world… You can get a coke most anywhere… and look at the entertainment… Hummm…  Are we losing our flavor as a world?  For Christ said.... "You are the salt of the earth; but if the salt has become tasteless, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled under foot by men." 

Satan has been working very hard since the flood to get us all under one roof… Keep in mind, Satan can only be in one place at a time. So as long as we are scattered, he can’t control us all… “The New World Order,” ring a bell. Have you read ‘1984’ yet? ‘Animal Farm?’

George Henry Nichols 

Another letter by the teenage girl from Wales

I asked her for permission to print this letter, She made one stipulation: 
(Thank you for your response.

OK.  With one proviso.  Since things are changing by the minute, put the time and date I wrote it (4:22 am 2/27/14 my time (Donetsk) -- 6:22 pm 2/26/14 your time CST (US)).)

Since November of last year, I have been monitoring the Ukraine situation with deep interest and concern, especially the last three weeks plus.

          There have been three modes of information source available which I utilized to keep current with events.

          First, of course, are numerous relatives, friends and acquaintances "on the ground" in various parts of the country who are experiencing first hand what is transpiring.

          Additionally, thanks to the internet, there are various "news" outlets (TV, radio, print and websites) both in Ukraine and other parts of Europe which supply needed information.  However, you have to know which ones because of extreme bias.  Out of the United States, about the only reliable entity is Fox News.  And I can't leave out the various bloggers and tweeters.

          Then there are (were) a couple live web cams which showed overall panoramas of Maidan Nezalezhnosti (Independence Square) and Mariyinsky Park (Constitution Square), both in Kiev, 24 hours a day showing all that was happening.

          While most of the coverage concerns the actions in Kiev, protests and demonstrations were occurring all over Ukraine, including Donetsk.

          Of all those in Ukraine I worry about, the three you are most aware of are my grandparents in Kiev, and AK in Donetsk.

          So what is this all about ??  It is about alignment, personal freedom, political and economic corruption, and social degeneration.

          Of everybody involved, there are five names which you should focus upon:  (Ex) President Viktor Yanukovych, former president Yulia Tymoshenko, 
Minister of Internal Affairs Vitaliy Zakharchenko, Oleksandr Turchynov, speaker of the Parliament, and 
Vitali Klitschko, leader of the Ukrainian Democratic Alliance for Reform.  (If Vitali Klitschko's name sounds familiar, he just recently retired as the World Heavyweight Boxing Champion.)          

          The beginning of all this actually goes back to the fall of the Soviet Union.  Then the Orange Revolution of 2004.  However, this is no time for a history lesson.
 
          Alignment.  The question:  Should Ukraine associate itself (economically, socially and politically) with the "European Union" and the West, or with Russia ??  A large majority of Ukrainians chose Europe and the West, as most still remember its long occupation and suppression by the USSR.  Through the democratic process, an agreement (contract) was passed stating Ukraine would join the EU.  Appeared everything was settled, however, President Yanukovych (long known as a puppet of Russia's president Putin) at the last minute discarded the agreement in favor of aligning with Russia.

          Personal Freedom.  Though Ukraine was no longer under the thumb of the USSR, government control had steadily crept back into people's lives under Yanukovych, mainly enforced by the Titushky, 
Security Service of Ukraine (SBU), and the Berkut.

          Political and Economic Corruption.  I am ashamed to admit it, but Ukraine is one of the most corrupt nations of the world. 
          Social Degeneration.  Because of the government's involvement and protection of organized crime, Ukraine has become the center of sexual trafficking, prostitution, child pornography, smuggling, and other activity.     

          Seeing all this unfolding before my eyes, I could not stay away.  Fortunately, much has been resolved.  Yanukovych has been removed from office.  The Constitution has been restored to its prior status before he took power.  Yulia Tymoshenko has been released from prison (she is the former Prime Minister and leader of the Orange Revolution who was imprisoned byYanukovych's courts on false charges), couple days ago the Berkut was disbanded, all USSR monuments have been destroyed, close to a hundred governmental officials have been arrested and charged for "organizing the killing of protesters, and again making Ukrainian the official language of the nation.

          Euromaidan (anti-communist, pro European seizing of government buildings) "occupations" have taken place in most Oblasts.

          Yanukovych and several other officials are now fugitives.  He and some others tried to escape by flying out of Donetsk, but were denied.

          Donetsk is in the eastern part of the country.  This eastern part is where the highest degree of Russian is spoken, though not necessarily supportive of Russia itself.

          The Kharkiv Oblast (province north of Donetsk) declared "separation" from Ukraine.  However, its governor (Mikhail Dobkin) and its city's mayor (Hennadiy Kernes) have fled to Russia.

          In the south (Sevastopol and Simferopol) pro-Russian separatists and Crimean Tatars(with help from the Russian military) have held protests to secede.   Russian soldiers have already been sighted in the Crimea.

          There are still huge demonstrations all over Ukraine, especially here in the east.  Thousands of protesters on both sides fought in Kharkiv and Donetsk just yesterday.  But the main tension all over Ukraine is the uncertainty of what Putin will do.  Rumors everywhere.  Most believe he will invade (at least in the East first) as he is not likely to lose Ukraine.  He did it in Georgia.  We all know the USA will do nothing because Obama is weak, cowardly, inept and incompetent.  All talk.  Probably as corrupt asYanukovych.  He is deemed more irrelevant than anything.

The Girl From Wales 

The Environmental Disaster You’ve Never Heard Of

The fighter jets and military planes that blast into the skies each day above Albuquerque’s Kirtland Air Force Base (KAFB) consume millions of gallons of jet fuel each year. In order to serve this fleet, the Air Force stores enormous amounts of fuel and distributes it throughout the base via a network of tanks, pipes and pumps. In the early 1950s, the base replaced leaking tanks and aging pipelines with a new fuels facility it promised would modernize and make more safe the handling and distribution of jet fuel. The facility received its first trainload of jet fuel and aviation gas in 1953. Almost immediately, and for the next 45 years, it has leaked jet fuel into the surrounding soil.

The “leak” continued, undetected, until 1992 when workers observed a huge surface plume in the soil surrounding the fuel facility. The Air Force largely ignored requests by the US Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) to investigate the plume’s source and extent and instead, in 1994, gave itself a waiver from conducting military-mandated tests of the facility pipeline. Under pressure from the New Mexico Environment Department (NMED), the Air Force finally conducted pressure tests of the pipelines in 1999. They failed spectacularly. The added pressure blew massive holes in the pipeline. The test appeared to prove the pipes were leaking. In a comic/tragic, nothing-to-see-here moment in May 2000, Mark Holmes, a civilian project manager for Kirtland’s environmental unit, told the Albuquerque Journal that everything was fine: The 100,000 gallons of missing fuel could be explained by a simple accounting error. NMED staffer Dennis McQuillan, however, told the Journalthat if it were a 100,000 gallon spill, it “would be a big spill, one of the biggest” in state history.

For comparison's sake, the KAFB spill is larger than the 1989 Exxon Valdez spill, which dumped more than 12 million gallons of crude oil into Alaska’s Prince William Sound, killing an estimated quarter-million seabirds, 3,000 otters, hundreds of harbor seals and bald eagles and nearly two dozen killer whales.

They were both wrong. In 2006 an Air Force contractor drilled an exploratory well in southeast Albuquerque’s Bullhead Park, just outside the base's northern boundary. He found four feet of jet fuel floating on top of the aquifer. Additional monitoring wells found a plume of jet fuel slithering northeast from the original spill location and well beyond the northern boundary of the base. Kirtland estimated the plume at between one and two million gallons, but NMED raised that estimate to eight million gallons. Two years later, with more monitoring and evidence of the true scale of the spill, NMED revised the estimate dramatically to 24 million gallons, an amount 240 times larger than the 2000 estimate.

For comparison's sake, the KAFB spill is larger than the 1989 Exxon Valdez spill, which dumped more than 12 million gallons of crude oil into Alaska’s Prince William Sound, killing an estimated quarter-million seabirds, 3,000 otters, hundreds of harbor seals and bald eagles and nearly two dozen killer whales. The KAFB jet fuel spill—the Air Force calls it a “leak”—is the largest toxic contamination of an aquifer in US history, and it could be twice the size of the Exxon Valdez disaster.

The KAFB jet fuel spill—the Air Force calls it a “leak”—is the largest toxic contamination of an aquifer in US history, and it could be twice the size of the Exxon Valdez disaster. And that’s bad enough, but it’s the good news compared to what follows.

And that’s bad enough, but it’s the good news compared to what follows.

Unlike the crude oil in the Exxon Valdez disaster, jet fuel and aviation gas contain a variety of toxic chemical compounds, including benzene, toluene and various aliphatic hydrocarbons, and these are all found in the plume—in varying concentrations—at every depth. Among the toxic chemicals contaminating the aquifer, one poses the most serious threat to both human health and the challenge of remediation: ethylene dibromide or EDB.

The EPA banned the commercial and industrial use of ethylene dibromide more than 40 years ago. Prior to its ban, the US produced 300 million pounds of EDB annually, with most used as an additive in leaded gasoline. Every gallon of aviation gas included enough EDB to contaminate millions of gallons of drinking water. In addition, 20 million pounds of EDB was used each year as an agricultural fumigant. Nearly 40 crops were routinely sprayed with EDB. Farmworkers—often with little or no protective equipment—fumigated fruit and citrus trees. They sprayed it on stored grain and the milling equipment that made the bread that stocked grocery store shelves. They saturated soil with EDB after harvests.

Among the toxic chemicals contaminating the aquifer, one poses the most serious threat to both human health and the challenge of remediation: ethylene dibromide or EDB. ... The HERP index, a measure that translates cancer risks in rats to humans, ranks EDB as the most dangerous rodent carcinogen to human health.

When EDB is released into soils, it almost always makes its way into groundwater. It is highly soluble and stable and persists in soils and underground water. It’s hard to find and even harder (and more expensive) to get out. By the early 1970s, concerns about EDB’s risk to human health surfaced after laboratory tests of rodents identified it as a potent carcinogen and mutagen.

In 1973 the United States Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) issued regulations that led to the reduced use of leaded gasoline—and thus EDB—but the agency continued to allow agricultural use of EDB. The National Cancer Institute first issued a notice on EDB in 1975, reporting that it induced cancer in laboratory animals. Following that warning, EPA conducted a six-year review, culminating in September 1983 when it suspended all agricultural uses of EDB pending further scientific study. Laboratory tests quickly confirmed previous reports that EDB caused cancer and reproductive disorders in laboratory animals. Meanwhile high concentrations of EDB were found in drinking water in California, Florida, Hawaii and Georgia. The EPA issued an emergency ban on all agricultural use of EDB in February 1984.

The agency determined the maximum safe level of EDB in drinking water—the level at which no adverse effects would likely occur—is zero. In other words, the EPA considers no amount of EDB in drinking water safe for human health. Despite EPA standards, NMED permits EDB in drinking water at levels at or below 50 parts per trillion (ppt).

In the wake of the ban, more studies examined EDB's effect on animals. In some laboratory animals, EDB is a reproductive toxin. It inhibits the ability of rats, rams and bulls to produce sperm, and it interrupts the fertility of fowl. It binds itself to DNA and rewrites genetic information causing mutation. It is a potent carcinogen in rats and mice. When exposed to skin, it produces widespread lesions and tumors; when given orally, tumors develop in the stomach and lungs. Inhalation results in tumors in the nasal cavity and circulatory system.

Current estimates suggest a plume of EDB-contaminated groundwater 1,000 feet wide and more than a mile long is moving northeast from the base; according to a 2009 KAFB memo, it's advancing as much as 385 feet per year. Most of that plume—80 percent of which is now beyond the boundary of the base—is headed directly for the Ridgecrest neighborhood.

Untold thousands of laboratory animals were killed by exposure to EDB; this, in order to show that EDB is fatal in high doses while low-level longterm exposure causes renal and liver failure, cancer and mutation. Its effect on humans is more difficult to determine. The HERP index, a measure that translates cancer risks in rats to humans, ranks EDB as the most dangerous rodent carcinogen to human health. Toxicologists differ on whether the data on human mortality to EDB is statistically significant.

A 1990 study by the California Department of Health Services found that citrus workers “had essentially a 100 percent chance of contracting cancer.” A 1984 study published in the Journal of the American Medical Association reported on deaths of two agricultural workers: One worker died of liver failure 12 hours after collapsing while cleaning inside an empty tank, found later to contain EDB residues; another worker died of renal failure 64 hours after trying to rescue the first worker. A 1980 mortality study of 161 workers employed at two EDB manufacturing plants—including one owned by Dow Chemical—identified a pattern of malignancies and exposure fatalities among workers, but also concluded mortality was lower than expected given human risk assumed by animal studies. In other words, EDB causes fatal renal and liver failure in high doses, and it's a human carcinogen in low-level, longterm exposure, but not at a rate greater than statistically expected.

NMED Environmental Health Division Director Tom Blaine ... [assured] attendees of a public meeting that KAFB will absolutely “remediate the site. This isn’t our first rodeo.” But there’s little strategy or past action to justify this confidence.

However, these studies were enough to convince the EPA to act. The Safe Drinking Water Act of 1974 required that the EPA determine safe levels of various chemical contaminants in drinking water. The agency determined the maximum safe level of EDB in drinking water—the level at which no adverse effects would likely occur—is zero. In other words, the EPA considers no amount of EDB in drinking water safe for human health. Despite EPA standards, NMED permits EDB in drinking water at levels at or below 50 parts per trillion (ppt). The most recent data from KAFB’s plume-monitoring wells find EDB concentrations in shallow wells on the base at concentrations of 240,000 ppt, a concentration nearly 5,000 times greater than the 50 ppt standard. Monitoring wells on and off base have found EDB in shallow, intermediate and deep wells at all depths in concentrations significantly higher than NMED’s standard.

The presence of EDB in the plume at such alarming concentrations reveals two inconvenient facts for the Air Force. First, it has made it more difficult for Kirtland to minimize the significance of the spill. At a public meeting last week, KAFB Colonel Jeff Lanning admitted that “fuel has been leaking for a long time,” and since the Air Force discontinued use of leaded aviation gas in 1975, the presence of EDB suggests the spill began “possibly as early as the 1950s.” Current estimates suggest a plume of EDB-contaminated groundwater 1,000 feet wide and more than a mile long is moving northeast from the base; according to a 2009 KAFB memo, it's advancing as much as 385 feet per year. Most of that plume—80 percent of which is now beyond the boundary of the base—is headed directly for the Ridgecrest neighborhood. The Albuquerque Bernalillo County Water Utility Authority operates a series of wells in the Ridgecrest area that pump so much water for the city that they produce a cone of depression that acts like a straw, sucking the plume ever closer.

Second, the chemical properties of EDB make it as elusive as it is dangerous. Its solubility means that it dissolves easily in water and thus separates from aviation gas and quickly contaminates aqueous systems like underground aquifers. Its chemical stability means that it doesn’t easily biodegrade. Figuring out how much aviation gas KAFB spilled and how much EDB is in the aquifer is therefore important information. But the Air Force doesn’t really seem to care. When asked at a community meeting how much jet fuel spilled, Lanning dismissed the question. “When my kid spills Kool-Aid on the carpet, I’m less concerned about how much he spilled than I am about how to get it cleaned up.” Lanning’s glib dismissal of the size of the plume might reflect less a folksy charm and more a calculated public relations stance. If KAFB can take the focus off the spill's size, it can be represented as a simple remediation project rather than an environmental disaster. And so the Air Force distributes maps of the plume at public meetings—maps that confidently depict EDB far from municipal well fields. But decades after the spill, the Air Force has yet to model the hydraulic properties of the aquifer. And so these maps—overconfidently representing a reality we can't know—are more reassuring fiction than sound hydrological science. If in the decades EDB lurked in the aquifer, it migrated into existing drinking water wells, we wouldn’t know. There is no medical test to determine human exposure and none of the drinking water wells have the technical capacity to meaningfully measure levels of EDB.

None of this seems to concern NMED. The same staffer who called the possible 100,000 gallon spill in 2000 “one of the biggest spills” ever now calls the 24 million gallon spill just another plume. “There are plumes in Roswell, Las Cruces, all over the state. It takes years to clean these things up, but we have clean, closed sites [in New Mexico].” NMED Environmental Health Division Director Tom Blaine echoed McQuillan’s certainty, assuring attendees of a public meeting that KAFB will absolutely “remediate the site. This isn’t our first rodeo.” But there’s little strategy or past action to justify this confidence. There is no plan in place to remove EDB from the aquifer. And in the 60 years since it first spilled jet fuel into Albuquerque’s aquifer, KAFB has yet to remove and treat a single gallon of contaminated groundwater. Meanwhile, as Dave McCoy, executive director of the environmental watchdog group Citizen Action New Mexico told me, the plume keeps moving and “it’s headed directly for you.”

As taken from the 'Alibi' 

I am at a Loss...

I am at a loss!  What do I have to say? Quit playing politics and look at what’s going on. You, happily grazing cattle are being led by utopia loving, intellectually lazy, power grubbing fools into the hands of Satan.

Where are the Christians? Where are you now? Did you not found your country on the divine providence of God?  On Jesus Christ, and his Father, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob..? Is this not so? Why do you dishonor God so, when He led you dirt farmers and built you up into a great nation; a beacon to the world, and where are you now?

Your father’s father, the ones who fought in the Great War to rescue the God’s chosen people, (did not at the time know what they were doing… but at the divine direction of God, were God’s people rescued. By the Lamb of God, they were rescued. And thus, God settled them back in the homeland, as God said He would do), did not put up with the Nazis, they stomped them into the dirt, as evil should be stomped into the dirt. Where is that spirit among you today? Where are your leaders? Is everything for sale? If everything is for sale, where is the treasure?   

When was the last audit of Fort Knox.? Hummm??? Do you even know?

Does not the geological record witness to the judgment of Noah’s day? Does not the fossil record witness to the giants and the great dragons in the days of yore? Have you not found Jericho and David’s Palace? Have you not found the Red Sea crossing? Does not the skies declare the Glory of God; are there not signs of the appointed times written there? Can you even see the sky?

There is a blood moon on the rise and the clock is ticking. The time of the gentiles is over.  If you were smart… You would not abandon God’s chosen people.

Remember Sodom and Gomorrah? Were there no just men to be found? None? Have you not, in your studies, found the ashes? Lot flee! Least ye be caught up in the judgment. But you grazing cattle will be told to remain quiet, by your master, and ye of little faith, will remain quiet…

George Henry Nichols 

What to say?

What am I suppose to say… I write, I tell you… And it continues to crumble around you. It’s ‘Revenge of the Innocence…’ Mark my words…

This has nothing to do with politics… This has to do with right and wrong… My mother always said, “The path to hell is paved with good intentions,” and damn if she ain’t right… I am so tied of good intentions and do gooders,  I could urp!

It’s even in the Churches, political correctness has crippled the truth, you get a fiery good sermon, but mediocrity is the rule, ascetics and political correctness the practice.

To think the universe just is… Is like thinking you’re never going to die. It just ain’t so. Your reasoning is, “because time is in the universe, it itself is somehow timeless…” But the math points to a beginning and an end.” It’s everywhere… There is a chemical breakdown going on throughout the universe, one that can not be reversed or regenerated, as a result, the universe is like a candle, and will one day burn itself out. Poof! With no way of recovering the wax… It all went up in flames. And there will be eternal darkness and cold. No way around it. That’s what the math says. Now they theorize, pontificate and on and on about what they think…  and they stick in numbers and give you theories, for they are educated, and they know the numbers, the real ones, and the ones they made up…. or …’do they?’ The way things are made, “if it’s true here, than it’s true there.’ That is to say, if ‘2+2=4 than 4-2=2… ‘If it’s true there, than it’s true here.’ In other words, ‘a cold dark universe lies ahead.’

Now if we stick the biblical story into it. Adam sinned, and brought death into the world… And that’s what it meant, ‘into the world.’ Not only was Adam going to die, but the whole of it…(the universe) was going to die. Believe it or not, that’s what’s going on… That’s what we’re seeing. That’s what the math says.

Consider a fire in the backyard. You’ve got downed tree limbs, cutting from bushes, a pile of died out zinnias from the summer flower bed, and you have a nice little fire, and feed the flames one stick at a time. Soon, all that big pile is ‘gone!’ Where did it go? Up in flames… You have reduced that big pile to a tiny heap of ashes, and in time, that heap of ashes will be ambient temperature.

What do you think the sun is doing..? If it’s true here, than it’s true there.    ‘From ashes thou art…to ashes thou shall return…’

But what about the life cycle? What about it? We have now broken the DNA code, and what have we learned? There is no evolution, there is instead deterioration, the code is slowly but surely breaking down. Poof!  

Myths… funny thing about myths… There’re suppose to be made up? That is to say… not true… But there is a saying, ‘truth will stand the test of time.’ Greek Mythology…? “It’s mythology.” Then they find the city of Troy, and the story appears to be true. They find the site of Sodom and Gomorrah, and then Jericho; they have found the site of the Red Sea crossing, complete with chariots, ect…   So what’s true and what’s not? What about Atlantis? There’s a myth… comes out of the Greek mythology, Homer, Plato…

Then we have the myths of the dragons… Everybody’s got a dragon story, damn dragons are everywhere… Alexander the Great, Marco Polo, St George, who slay the dragon..?  Myth?

‘There is nothing stranger than truth.’ How many times have you heard this? That’s because it’s true… No single man can know or imagine the truth, so when a small bit of truth is revealed, it’s stranger than anything we thought.

Therefore the truly great stories are based on truth, because there is nothing more compelling than the truth… “Truth will stand the test of time.”

The flood of Noah’s day… Every ancient culture around the world starts at the end of a great flood, of which only they survived. Myth? Really? Every major culture? I believe the Chinese calendar may have begun at the end of the flood. If you take an honest look at the geological record, it screams global flood, a flood right around the beginning of the Chinese calendar.

Prier to the flood, the world was a whole different place… How different? I don’t know… But I do know, eight people spanned that flood in a boat… Those eight people saw it all… Those eight people were full blown adults when the flood occurred… Noah was the last strand of the true God handed down by Adam… Satan controlled man now, and corruption was consuming them…

Now let us consider; those eight people told their stories of the world prier to the flood, where they had spent their childhood and much of their lives. This I offer is ‘The Golden Age,’ and it was consumed by the sea… and so it was, right before their eyes, just like the stories say… and no one survived, save those few souls who told the story. The Golden Age is what God destroyed… A utopia, under Satan’s rule.

There is an old B movie called ‘Logan’s Run.’ Not really well done, terrible scrip, but it had a pretty girl in it and so I sat through it. That movie, through all these years has stuck with me.

Basically, it’s the story of a group of people who live inside a huge machine which provides for them. Makes them, grows them up… and then kills them. The cycle of life as seen by a computer… During the time you’re young adults, you can be and do anything you want, (except be a child or be old) when your time is up, your time is up. You’re dead. If you didn’t jump to your death like you’re suppose to, then ‘Logan’ hunts you down like a dawg and kills you on behalf of the computer. They made the world (as it was) look all hunky-dory, but void of any meaning, absent any purpose.. Well along comes ‘Logan’s’ turn to die… So he runs… and the hunter is being hunted… Well to make a long story short, he cracks the whole machine open and wa-la everyone is free with the discovery of a whole big world outside, how wonderful. (?) or so I thought… In the years since, I have watched you build just such a machine… Return to the Golden Age… Free of responsibility and free to be a jerk… Among the elite anyway.

Want to know what happened to the Golden Age? It’s the gas you put in your car, the oil you put in your engine, the plastics you wrap your food with… the coal you heat your home with and use to generate your lights… The diesel which plows our fields and brings our goods to market… This the world that was…

Satan wants you to long for the Golden Age; but he doesn’t want you burning the oil and coal, least you figure out where it came from… The more you study it, the more will be revealed… “The truth is stranger than fiction.” And all the while, the rebuilding of The Golden Age continues… at a fervor pace.

Satan has you by the balls people… as the new Golden Age rises. I not only speak to America, but to Russia, U.K. Ukraine, Japan, China and to anyone who read these words, Christ is your only hope. He was in the beginning, and he is now, and so it was, and so it shall be. 

George Henry Nichols

The Privateer

From the book

The Legend of Captain Outrageous

I must go down to the dock today, and watch the ship come in.

For its not just any ship, it’s the one which calls us friend.

He will bring us gold and bring us silver, and treasures from the east.

And for our Outrageous Captain, we will have to have a feast.

There will be a crowd at the dock today, to watch the ship come in.

There will be singing and dancing and merriment, and all will call him friend.

They will speak of the voyage and the dangers incurred and the crew which has no fear,

And they will speak in awe, of their Outrageous Captain, the famous privateer.

He will tell us stories of the pirates, and all the guts he spilled,

And he will speak of the Spanish ships he sacked, and all of those he killed.

He will speak of the heavy weather and how it tossed the ship about,

And the bravery of his crew, even the ones who got the gout.

He spends his gold and prepares his ship to make for the sea again,

For he knows his duty is to serve his King, and those who call him friend.

And when he goes among the ladies, you won’t find an eye without a tear,

For they all love their Outrageous Captain.  The Famous Privateer.

©

George Henry Nichols

Paul Revere's Ride

Listen my children and you shall hear

Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,

On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;

Hardly a man is now alive

Who remembers that famous day and year.

He said to his friend, "If the British march

By land or sea from the town to-night,

Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch

Of the North Church tower as a signal light,--

One if by land, and two if by sea;

And I on the opposite shore will be,

Ready to ride and spread the alarm

Through every Middlesex village and farm,

For the country folk to be up and to arm."

Then he said "Good-night!" and with muffled oar

Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,

Just as the moon rose over the bay,

Where swinging wide at her moorings lay

The Somerset, British man-of-war;

A phantom ship, with each mast and spar

Across the moon like a prison bar,

And a huge black hulk, that was magnified

By its own reflection in the tide.

Meanwhile, his friend through alley and street

Wanders and watches, with eager ears,

Till in the silence around him he hears

The muster of men at the barrack door,

The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,

And the measured tread of the grenadiers,

Marching down to their boats on the shore.

Then he climbed the tower of the Old North Church,

By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,

To the belfry chamber overhead,

And startled the pigeons from their perch

On the sombre rafters, that round him made

Masses and moving shapes of shade,--

By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,

To the highest window in the wall,

Where he paused to listen and look down

A moment on the roofs of the town

And the moonlight flowing over all.

Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead,

In their night encampment on the hill,

Wrapped in silence so deep and still

That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread,

The watchful night-wind, as it went

Creeping along from tent to tent,

And seeming to whisper, "All is well!"

A moment only he feels the spell

Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread

Of the lonely belfry and the dead;

For suddenly all his thoughts are bent

On a shadowy something far away,

Where the river widens to meet the bay,--

A line of black that bends and floats

On the rising tide like a bridge of boats.

Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,

Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride

On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.

Now he patted his horse's side,

Now he gazed at the landscape far and near,

Then, impetuous, stamped the earth,

And turned and tightened his saddle girth;

But mostly he watched with eager search

The belfry tower of the Old North Church,

As it rose above the graves on the hill,

Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.

And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height

A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!

He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,

But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight

A second lamp in the belfry burns.

A hurry of hoofs in a village street,

A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,

And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark

Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet;

That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,

The fate of a nation was riding that night;

And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,

Kindled the land into flame with its heat.

He has left the village and mounted the steep,

And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,

Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;

And under the alders that skirt its edge,

Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,

Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.

It was twelve by the village clock

When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.

He heard the crowing of the cock,

And the barking of the farmer's dog,

And felt the damp of the river fog,

That rises after the sun goes down.

It was one by the village clock,

When he galloped into Lexington.

He saw the gilded weathercock

Swim in the moonlight as he passed,

And the meeting-house windows, black and bare,

Gaze at him with a spectral glare,

As if they already stood aghast

At the bloody work they would look upon.

It was two by the village clock,

When he came to the bridge in Concord town.

He heard the bleating of the flock,

And the twitter of birds among the trees,

And felt the breath of the morning breeze

Blowing over the meadow brown.

And one was safe and asleep in his bed

Who at the bridge would be first to fall,

Who that day would be lying dead,

Pierced by a British musket ball.

You know the rest. In the books you have read

How the British Regulars fired and fled,---

How the farmers gave them ball for ball,

>From behind each fence and farmyard wall,

Chasing the redcoats down the lane,

Then crossing the fields to emerge again

Under the trees at the turn of the road,

And only pausing to fire and load.

So through the night rode Paul Revere;

And so through the night went his cry of alarm

To every Middlesex village and farm,---

A cry of defiance, and not of fear,

A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,

And a word that shall echo for evermore!

For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,

Through all our history, to the last,

In the hour of darkness and peril and need,

The people will waken and listen to hear

The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,

And the midnight message of Paul Revere.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow