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25 Feb unity_432x3281[1]

So? What’s the big argument in the largest Christian (Protestant) denomination in the United States, of over 16  million members? What’s the real question at hand? Is it-“Should they change their historically racial biased sounding name from “Southern Baptist” to something more “Tolerant,” and inviting”? Continue reading

Hotel Canuuk-I-warnedya,Eh? “For The Hook”

29 Jan

As Our Story Begins, we find our mild mannered Captain Bell-Hook assisting   hotel guest as they arrive at the front desk. He politely spiels to the arrivals, a congenial run down of the hotels lay-out, dinner menus, and basic orientation.

As most any day at hotel Canuukiwarned-ya, while there are  a “Few”cheerful paying customers at the desk, the usual heel-hounds  scurry about, sniffing out ways to stiff the hired help, thereby saving themselves a few dollars out of pocket change. Apparently, when some folks decide to stay in a ritzy, better than average hotel spending more on a room for a night than last months rent, they think everything else should be included in the bill.

So, as Captain Bell-Hook seemingly appears preoccupied assisting other guest, little “Chip-Off-The-Old-Skin-Flint” pulls the “make eye contact with mommie dearest” diversion, as dad makes off with the luggage cart  in attempt to save himself $3.00 bucks.

This being the oldest trick in the Gratuity Gangster Game, ole dad chuckles, thinking lil flint slips the bags unnoticed right under Captain Bell-Hook, and the entire hotel staff’s noses.

As the morning progress’s,

the same old shell-games pass numerously, erroneously believed shielded just beneath the staff’s line of vision daily, and all goes on as planned. Just another beautiful morning for the Bellmen, whom we all know would rather be at work, waiting on visiting yuppy, tight wadded transients and their families, than to be at home serving their own.

Around 10:30 A.M. while the hotel lobby thinned out a bit from the hustling crowd, the phone buzzes for service from a room on the ground floor.    Bzzzzz!!!

“Front desk, Hotel Canuukiwarned-ya, Hook speaking, how may I help you”?

A squeaky elderly female voice on the other end squelches out the words: “Young man, I need you to come and repair my microwave oven”. “Okay ma’am; What seems to be the trouble with it”“Well”.   She retorts, “If I knew that I wouldn’t need you to come and fix it”. “Now would I”?  “Ah, no ma’am, I suppose you wouldn’t”. ”I’ll be right there ma’am”.

Just as Captain Bell-Hook hangs up the phone, this little aberration appears in front of the desk, as the sound of giggles, and occasional squeak of a luggage dolly is heard down the left corridor. “Are you gentlemen doing any hiring today”? Little miss bell-booby asked. Bell-Hook, knowing this was just an apparition conjured up via the evil-spirit, ”Red-Herrinnymphus”  by another team of gratuity gluttons, left the desk manager to deal with it, and headed down the right corridor toward the old lady with the microwave issue, purposely choosing not to look left, not wanting to see the inevitable escaping caddy-cart.

As the lady shut the door after inviting Bell-Hook in to take a look at her microwave, the Hook turns and informs the lady; “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but, this is not a kitchenette room, and I will have to take your microwave back to the front desk with me”.  After years of pursuing his career as a professional service person, Bell-Hook thought he had heard every slandering stream of belligerent, belittlement’s known to man…

But, he was wrong.

As he made off down the hall with granny fiery-dart’s flash cooker, he turned to let her know she could pick it up at the desk upon checkout. Unfortunately, he turned just in time to see her fling her evil toaster towards his head with the force of a forward motioned wrecking ball, and never got the words out of his mouth before being eaten alive.

The toaster rolled down the hall end over end at  breakneck speed, before finally coming to rest at the lobby entrance, and spit the Bell-Hook out all warm and toasty.

I said the toaster spit him out all warm and toasty..

I said the toaster spit him out…

well, okay,.. maybe it didn’t spit him out after all,  which means of course, the story now must take a turn in the …

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Oh, there he is;

As Captain Bell-Hook’s assistant, “Big Bell-O-Mac”, saw what was taking place he quickly grabbed the phone to call police for obvious needed assistance, as by now little old microwave lady’s granddaughter had arrived at the scene, quite livid at Bell-Hook for taking grannies microwave. Big Bell-O-Mac had barely gotten the word; “Hello” into the phone, when the granddaughter gouged a 10 inch syringe into his leg, pumping in 800 units of green pectin, instantly turning him into a huge pile of mindless jello.

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Needless to say, this was about as much as Bell-Hook could take. Still steaming from the toaster oven, he thought better of popping-off and blowing his top all over the place. Instead, as if delivered by some unseen force, a plan to calm everyone down, and get things back on an even keel instantly came to his mind. He remembers thinking to himself; ” I  couldn’t have come up with a better plan if it were written specifically to me on the back of a Crunch Berry box”. While scooping up the plate of lime-jello, that was once his friend, and co-worker, and placing it gently into the mini-fridge behind the front desk, he tells the granddaughter of the oven smuggler she could take the microwave back up to her room.

Once the young lady left, he immediately began tracking the room numbers of all the tip- stiffing, cart stealing, appliance poaching, skin flint guest that had crossed his path since he arrived earlier that morning. He then called them all one by one, informing them it was now 11:45, and seeing as they had been such affable, gracious paying customers, the hotel was treating them to a special “Free-Lunch”  in the restaurant on the second floor.

Never being ones to miss out on a free-lunch, everyone was in the lobby, and ready to go upstairs before the clock chimed high-noon. Exuberantly giddy, in expectation of a free meal, Captain Bell-Hook had little trouble getting them all to pack into the same elevator, ready to ship off in minutes.

“Going Up”?

No sooner than the doors of the elevator closed, Hook was in and out of the phone booth, faster than a silver bullet can kill a vampire, completely transformed from the lowly, mild- mannered Bellman, everyone knew and loved, into  “Captain, You’ve Been Warned,”!!! slammed the joy stick that released the trap-door- floor of the elevator open, sending all aboard plummeting rapidly into the abyss.  A place that no one knows, not I,  not the Hook, not “Captain You’ve Been Warned”, or even the hotel establishment…No one knows where…this place is not even…

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...Okay, it's somewhere in Siberia...…Okay, it’s …somewhere in Siberia…

All seemed to be going well the rest of the afternoon, till suddenly, both front glass doors of the hotel were blown in through the lobby at the speed of light. The sudden explosive sound of shattering glass sent patrons fraying across one another, sprawling to the floor, just in time to keep from being ripped, tattered, and torn by millions of lightning speed shards of sparkling glass. To the Hook, who was now peering out from his crouched position, behind the front desk, it looked like some sort of diamonds storm- shot out from a massive cannon.  What was to come through the door next, however,was even more bone chillingly frightening to the Hook, as it was none other than Arch- Nemesis of Captain You’ve Been Warned, herself,              “Paula Deen”!!!

Hook was shaken even more upon learning from the blood curdling question the low country cook screeched, that the little old microwave lady was apparently Paula Deans granny too…

“Where’s my little microwave cooking granny y’aaaall…wut heff  y’all done withh har”? 

Looking over at the Hook, and realizing he was actually Captain “You’ve Been Warned” in a Bell Hop uniform, she screamed; “Why you yellow belly grandma hatein, non-donut eatin scandrawl you, when I git my hands own y’aaall I’m a – gonna sop you up with some maple sir-rip, and eat you alive mister”!!!

By now the news of Paula Deen’s arrival, and intentions to devour the Hook, had reached Mrs. Hook, otherwise known as “Vampire Lover”,  who spread her wings and flew in like an F-22, Stealth Raptor, in hopes to help her husband. She knew even with the assisted super powers of  “Captain You’ve Been Warned” the Hook was no match for the Krispe-Kreme-Burger-Queen by himself.

Swooping in, The Vampire Lover took hold of the Apple – butter, lard Queen , latching onto her neck, and with just one bite collapsed to the floor, an apparent victim of  instant diabetic comma.

The Hook went completely ballistic…  Reaching behind him with both arms, and swinging back around in one fluid motion, letting go of the object he’d grabbed with such a force it took out two stress bearing columns from beneath the ceiling before slamming into Deen, the Low Country Brawler Queen. Suddenly there was a massive explosion, as the entire ground floor of the hotel was coated and filled from ceiling to floor with oozing green slime. In through the holes where the two glass doors once stood, the wind blew fiercely, forming an air pocket. The green slime began to harden, as  squishy, gurgley, popping sounds came from smaller bubbles lining its walls as they burst. Suddenly, one of the smaller bubbles popped sending something flying across the hotel and slamming into the far wall which had already hardened its green slime covering into something the consistency of Super-Ball rubber. The thing shot from the bubble bounced at a high rate of speed from wall to wall, back and forth across the entire span of the hotel lobby at least 20 times like a pin- ball in a rubber room. Suddenly, sticking straight out like an arrow shot from Robin Hoods bow, it came to a vibrating stop, when it stuck into the left

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butt cheek of Paula Deen, who in turn fell across the Vampire lover with such a crushing impact that all the air came rushing out of the Vampire Lover, kick starting her breathing again.

As the slime hardened into a buoyant, bouncy, rubbery, cocoon, kids, and adults alike poured into the lobby from all directions, jumping up and down, whooping and laughing, and bouncing around like they were in some sort of a kids inflatable moon-walk castle or something.

Just then, as the Hook cleansed the remaining slime off the thing shot out of the bubble, enough to realize it was his buddy, and co-worker, Big Bell-O-Mac, Paula Deen turned and said;

“Hey, Wut wus that thang you stuck in my laft butt cheek”?

A little reluctant, Big Bell-O-Mac, shrugged, and said…“Erm, it was this 10 inch syringe that crazy niece of yours stuck me with earlier”.

“Hum”.    Deen said.  “I don’t thank I’ve felt this good in three yee-ahs, Ya’ll”.

By now the place had filled with emergency crews, paramedics, firemen, policemen, and even a doctor or two.

“Mrs. Deen, I was a guest on your show a while back”. “Here, let me have a look at you, make sure you’re okay”.  A thin, pale looking lady said.

“Oh, I’m fine Dr. Wilma “.  Deen Said. “Other than the diabeatus thang, I thank I feel better than I have in yee-ahs”. “And by the way, fancy a meetin you here.”

“Yes”. The young lady doctor said. “It is quite the coincidence”. ” Now, let me drawl a little blood from you, and see what effect that stuff  in the syringe may have had “.

“Hmm, Mrs. Deen”. The doctor said after examining the blood on a few strips of Litmus paper, and running it through a hand held meter a few times. “I don’t see any sign of your diabetes, I think you’ve been completely healed”.

“Hehehehe!!! Did Ya’ll hear thaet”? Dean exclaimed. “I’m heaaaald”!!!

“Ya’ll need to bottle that stuff up and sell it as a meeracull quewer or something, ya’ll, in fact…I’m takin a buh-ckit of it home with me and bake me some green cakes, heheheee.”

So, along that time the Hook looks up at the clock on the wall and says to Mrs. Hook. ” Well, babe…it’s quitting time. Time for the shift change. Let’s go home”.

As they strolled arm in arm toward what used to be the front door of the hotel, Hook stops in his tracks upon hearing the chime of the elevator just as it comes to a stop in the lobby. The doors open, and inside stood eight, familiar looking, dirty, half frozen, faces gazing furiously back at him. “What now”? Asked the Vampire Lover. Hook looked at his wife through eyes half glazed over from fright and surprise, and half squinted from holding back the urge of bursting out laughing and says:                                                               

                                        ….>>>”RUN”!!!>>>

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                                   Now back to my favorite pass-time:


BUZZ- KILL- MONSANTO

20 Jan

 The

Albert

Einstein, Said;

“If  The Bee Disappeared

Off  The Surface Of  The Globe ,

Man  Would  Have  Only  Four Years

To Live. Can We  Believe  Such Apocalyptic

Scenarios? Or Do We Blindly Accept The Rebuttals ?

Conglomerate Bankers, Such as Rabobank, Who No Longer

 Lend Much Needed Funds To Farmers,  Greatly Attributing

    To What Is Being Dubbed” Mid- East Astronom-Famine”

Say Einstein’s Claim Is Preposterous,   As Do The

Government Sanctioned Agro-Genetic Chem

 Company “Monsanto”. But, Just  Ask  A

                                            Honey  Bee.  If  You Can Find One.

                                                A  Honey Of  A Bee Is The Bee

                                                   Keeper. But, They Too Are

                                                       Becoming  Extinct,  As

                                                           It Ain’t Easy Being

                                                            Beezy  In A Four

                                                              Marble World,

                                                                  Buzzzzing

 Away                

                                                                        To

                                                                         1

                                                \STING/

                                                       ↓

                                                                             


Photo By Celi @ KitchensGarden

Twenty-Twelve

31 Dec

It is said the ancient Egyptians attributed the design and construction of the Great Pyramid of Giza to the “SONS OF ENOCH”                               Chapter 1

Many find this to be quite interesting, surprisingly possible, and yet,  just not believable. From my personal studies in this area I have not only found  it to be believable, but also documented in many ways, and therefore easily accepted as truth. The ensuing report will include evidences of this for your enlightenment, and hopefully will intrigue you to seek a deeper truth. The truth that will set you free.

We on Earth are rapidly Mayan Calenderapproaching a date in time and space in which the Mayan (Long Count) Calender abruptly ends.

Where were you when…

“The Sons of Enoch” chapter 1

Follow “Sons of Enoch” Chapter 1 through 24 Via Sons of Enoch -> forward link @ the bottom of each post.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Bless You

paul

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th_cross

15 Nov

th_crossFramed

Accused, yet not to blame. Accused of cheating and stealing from those who gave all for my country, and world.

Accused yet proof is aloof and disdained. Defense is irrelevant and restrained.

And, yet guilty until proven innocent, is the same, as guilty when the Jury is out to lunch with the accuser.

6 is the name of the game.

But 7 is on His way.

Let it be today.

Oh Shucks..I think I finally did it.. I’m back online…I think?

25 Oct

THANK GOD THANK GOD THANK GOD!!!After a week of working on this thing, I think I’m back online….

But then… Who the Hell Knows!!!

PLEASE STAND BY!!!

Possibly My Most Well Written Post/Poem Ever… WHITE NOISE

15 Oct

Versatile Blogger Award

25 Sep

I received theVersatile Bloggeraward from the dribblingpensioner

This apparently means the Old Irish Tater wants to know ” 7 ”  new things

about me that he doesn’t already know, so he will be able to play elaborate

jokes on me 6 times worse than this one!!! I’m Joking.   I’m very honored he 

appreciates our brief, but,  delightfully humorous blogging relationship

enough to include, and display my blog and link on his site, and therefore

I will also be paying – forward the award to as many sites as I can think of

who have been loyal to sharing one another’ s blog content, comments, and

like button. Just as “Harry” pointed out , if your site isn’t one of the links, it

is not because I don’t like your site. Most will be new sites, as those of us who

loyally comment, and frequent one another’s sites, already have links seen

there by  pretty much the same people. So, now, after I disclose seven secrets

which:  If I tell you I will have to kill you, about myself, I will be posting some

     Links to sites,  Who wants to be first?   Just Kidding!!!    

EXCEPT FOR YOU HARRY>

Now, Where Was I?

Oh Yeah, I have to

tell 7 things about

me.  

Okay,  first off,  I’m a 52 year old happily un-single  man. I cook to live, and live to cook in a local fine-dining  establishment. Obviously, I love to write. I also write, sing and play songs, ( though not as much as I once did ) I write Poems, Historical documents, especially pertaining to Maritime, and all things Nautical. I have a 26 year old daughter, and an almost three year old grandson who is almost 5 years old in length. My Phone number is BR5-49, and my bank account # is5610…nah, you wouldn’t want that anyway. That should about do it. Now, let’s get onto the more important stuff!!!                               Posting Your Sites

 Prenins Little Page

The Hook

Kate Shrewsday

My Life Such As It Is

Musing By MoonLight

Selma In The City

The Only Cin

Lavender and Lime

The Laughing HouseWife

Fig Jam and Lime Cordial

Janna T Writes Blog

Michellegd.com

View From The Sides

Adeeyoyo

The Complete Cookbook

Nurse Myra

Broken Sparkles

Zumpoems

Sweet Carolines Cooking

Life In a Recipe

Baking With Sibella

Tokeloshe

Agrigirl’s Blog

Rufus’ Food and Spirits Guide

Dash of Domestic

Trapperhoney

Granny 1947

Water Witches Daughter

Redneck Princes

Dribblingpensioner

In case you are not familiar with how this all works…I think you are supposed to download the “Versatile

Don't Blog and Drive!!!

Blogger Badge” and then pass the award on to 15 other sites you like…Have Fun

Paul Willis-2011

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“Sons of Enoch” Ch:19 (Wallam Olam)Red Record

25 Mar (The City of Tenochtitlan)

Red Record ( Wallum Olam) red record

Long before the Europeans arrived on the eastern shores of  North America, there was a tribe of people living in the land, now known as the Delaware Indians. In more recent years, and as long as the Europeans have been here, the neighboring tribes as far south as Florida refereed to the Delaware  as the “Grandfathers”  or the “Lenni Lenape “.   Though Lenni Lenape in the Lenape, “Algonquian Indian”  language means  “ Original People “, their own tradition, and records  reveal a very different story. The “Red Record”, or Story of the Grandfathers, Delaware Indians is well-preserved and is known in the Indian tongue as the “Wallum Olam”.

The Wallum Olam pictured above is the oldest written account of the migration and colonization of any ” Native American people”, spanning almost a hundred generations and beginning with a written account of Noah’s flood.

From the Pre-Columbian American Religions, p. 162

In the long chain of tribes along the east coast, one ethnic group stands out, not only in the European written sources but also in the judgment of the Indians themselves. This remarkable group was the Delaware, called in their own language the Lenni Lenape. They had a special status in the eyes of many other Indian peoples: they were reverenced as the “grandfathers,”  representatives, after a fashion, of authority and legality.

One of the things that we today have learned from these writings as far as what the term “Grandfathers” meant to those tribes who later came to co-exist the continent with the already flourishing Delaware, is not exactly what earlier historians and anthropologist understood it to mean.  Because of the wonderfully preserved written account of the Delaware, and remnant discoveries of a long-lost civilization along the Mississippi River basin, truth of who the first now known inhabitants of the continent were became overpowering but clear.

Though the term “Grandfathers” and other reverencing, and honorable terms used by the neighboring tribes to describe the Delaware came well deserved, as the ensuing revelation of exactly who the Delaware had to conquer when first coming into the new land portrays , it also tells of just how “Earned” the sentiments must truly be.

A View of Cahokia One of the members of this organization -- United States archaeologist H.M. Brackenridge -- described the ruins in his own words. He examined the great pyramid of Cahokia in 1811-12, and we quote his fascinating record taken from A. J. Conant's Footprints of Vanished Races (pp. 56-58) -- In order for us to form a correct idea of these mounds and pyramids, it will be necessary to give the reader a general idea of the terrain in which they are located. This great American plain consists of extensive aluvial terrain that extends from the tributaries of the Mississippi River, from Kaskaskia to the Chakol River, some 190 miles in length and about seven miles in width; several rivers wind their way through the area; the earth of this region is extremely fertile and is not harmed by the constant overflowing of the mighty Mississippi. Many LAKES are scattered about through this area, which abound in fishes, and in the autumn of the year arrive many wild birds. This valley is capable of supporting a population greater than any other part of the entire Mississippi Valley. The branches of the great river offer proof that this area once supported an ENORMOUS POPULATION. If, for example, the modern city of Philadelphia were to be abandoned, the traces of human existence would not be more numerous! The author goes on to say -- The immense number of mounds and the quantity of human bones found everywhere on the surface gives ample evidence that this valley was once filled with towns and peoples. Almost all the land seems to be a superb resting place for its original inhabitants. Most outstanding of all are THE PYRAMIDS AND THEIR MOUNDS. A group of them is located about 12 miles to the north of Cahokia and another is located about 12 miles to the south of the river. There are MORE THAN 150 PYRAMIDS of various sizes. The western branch of the Mississippi also contains A CONSIDERABLE NUMBER. A more detailed description of the pyramids to the north of the Cahokia River, which I visited in 1811, will give you a good idea of them all. I crossed the Mississippi coming from St. Louis and passed through a forest that ran along the edge of the river and entered a plain. After 15 minutes I found myself in the midst of some mounds. From the distance they looked like hay-stacks standing up in a meadow. One of the largest, which I climbed, had a base of 200 feet in circumference. The form of this mound was almost square, although there was evidence of the erosion caused by wind and water over the centuries. The level top had enough room to contain seven hundred men in a standing position. The view from this pyramid was beautiful beyond belief. You could see a plain with some wooded groves and some isolated trees: to the right the prairie extended to the horizon, to the left I could see the Cahokia River winding its way to the Mississippi. Within my view I was able to count FIFTY-FIVE PYRAMIDS and numerous mounds of various sizes. These all formed a semicircle. I continued walking along the branch of the Cahokia and passed by EIGHT MORE PYRAMIDS within the distance of four miles before arriving at a larger connecting tributary. When I arrived at the base of the MAIN PYRAMID, I was astonished! I thought I must be viewing the great pyramid of Egypt. It was truly wonderful to behold! The construction of this one must have required the labor of thousands of men and many years of continuous labor! From: http://www.hope-of-israel.org/aztec.htm (From the Mississippi to Mexico -- The Great Migration of the Aztecs!)

In 1519,  Hernando Cortez, and his hoard of 600 soldiers landed ship on the Yucatán Peninsula in Mexico, and discovered an established, well advanced society who called themselves the Aztec. Later, Cortez, after herding the Aztecs, who were polytheistic, and unable to understand the Spanish language, into great masses and shouting the principles of the Gospel of Christ at them, mistook the seemingly indifferent response of the Aztec as rejection of the Gospel. This military authoritative means of  spreading the Gospel of Christ not only revealed the Spanish hoard’s misunderstanding of the message and Christ himself, but unfortunately resulted in catastrophic annihilation of an absurd amount of human lives.

Google Image from / www2.dsu.nodak.,edu

At first encounter, and until Cortez decided it was time for him to make converts to Christianity, the Aztecs greeted the Spaniards peacefully.  In fact, as some of the Aztec Traditional legends told them of a god  who would return to them one day, they first perceived erroneously that he had returned through Cortez.

Ensuing are excerpts from Bernal Diaz del Castillo:

The first hand account of Bernal Díaz del Castillo‘s True History of the Conquest of New Spain paints a portrait of a noble leader who struggles to maintain order in his kingdom after he is taken prisoner by Hernán Cortés. In his first description of Moctezuma, Díaz del Castillo writes:

220px-Motecuzoma_Xocoyotzin wiki pedia

“The Great Montezuma was about forty years old, of good height, well proportioned, spare and slight, and not very dark, though of the usual Indian complexion. He did not wear his hair long but just over his ears, and he had a short black beard, well-shaped and thin. His face was rather long and cheerful, he had fine eyes, and in his appearance and manner could express geniality or, when necessary, a serious composure. He was very neat and clean, and took a bath every afternoon. He had many women as his mistresses, the daughters of chieftains, but two legitimate wives who were Caciques[N.B. 2] in their own right, and only some of his servants knew of it. He was quite free from sodomy. The clothes he wore one day he did not wear again till three or four days later. He had a guard of two hundred chieftains lodged in rooms beside his own, only some of whom were permitted to speak to him.” (Díaz del Castillo 1568/1963: 224–25)

When Moctezuma was allegedly killed by being stoned to death by his own people “Cortés and all of us captains and soldiers wept for him, and there was no one among us that knew him and had dealings with him who did not mourn him as if he were our father, which was not surprising, since he was so good. It was stated that he had reigned for seventeen years, and was the best king they ever had in Mexico, and that he had personally triumphed in three wars against countries he had subjugated. I have spoken of the sorrow we all felt when we saw that Montezuma was dead. We even blamed the Mercederian friar for not having persuaded him to become a Christian.” (Díaz del Castillo 1568/1963: 294)[7]    End Wiki

(The City of Tenochtitlan) http://www.hope-of-israel.org/aztec.htm

Paul Willis; part of chapter 9,  Sons of Enoch…much more to come.

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To Jew or not to Jew?.. never the real question.

13 Jul

Luney 117

Luney117

Recently I read a (Re-published) article by another writer on an entirely different blog site than its origin. The person who re-published the (in my opinion) well needed information apparently, however, reads it a little differently than I do.

I went and read the original post here, and found no racially derogatory message within it. Nor did I detect racism as the key message in the (Re-Post) here, until after I posted my first comment,which was deleted.

Upon reading this personal belief of the (Re-Posting) writer, whose name is apparently “Joe Cortina”

(Book Of John Chapter 8 – as Christ damns the Jews ( and NOT JUST THE HIGH PRIESTS AND Pharisees – see notes below)

” Ye do the deeds of your father (the devil). If God were your father. ye would love me; for I proceed forth and came from God: neither came I of myself, but He sent me.”

” Ye are of your father the devil and the lusts of your father ye will do. He was a murderer from the beginning and abode not in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie – he speaketh of his own; the Jews) for he is a liar, and the father of it”

“That this SATANIC FATHERHOOD cannot be limited to the Pharisees is MADE CLEAR in 1 John 3;8-10″)

I  commented thus: Brother… I love you for the enlightening, informational, and documented truths that you have revealed here today. God Bless you.
I do have to ask you, for myself, for you, and for the major part of America, who will never read your words based on the term that you use…”The Jews”, to dig a little deeper…and see whom Jesus was referring to when he spoke of the “Jews”. I ask you this because you are one who can get a message across in your means of writing, that I believe can never come across otherwise, about who the real “Jews” spoken of here are, and who the Hebrews are. Study the “Babylonian Talmud” and whom those who wrote it were…and then consider the fact that, not only was Jesus Jewish, but were also the “Multitude” who followed Him through the persecution, from Galilee…to the mount of Olives Jewish…(Certainly Jesus wasn’t condemning Himself, and all those who believed Him) The modern Jerusalem, occupying Jews, ( Zionist ) Kabbalist…etc… or… Khazars (Ashekel(Nazi) Jews…are not all descendants of Abraham…(Nor would it matter).
Study this, and you will not only draw a Massive or (Multitudinous) following…but also explain what I could never do in a blog, nor could Mel Gibson do in a multi – million dollar movie, regardless of his purposed drunken, Catholic communicable (embarrassing moment) inability to explain what he absolutely knows in his heart (Which, I believe was never directed at all Jewish people)…and you will speak of more truth… than you could ever imagine.

My comment, however, did not make it through the security checkpoint of Mr Cortina’s discretion.

Based on the clear fact that the writer of the wordpress blog site called (MynameisJoeCortina) is quick to spread hatred toward an entire race of people, and will not accept, or study what he is professing enough to really help any situation, I felt the need to write my post exposing his insolent ideology here. (If I am wrong Mr Cortina, please correct me)

(and please feel free to comment Mr.Cortina, I assure you that your opinion will not be deleted from our comment section; However, do expect scriptural challenge in reply).

(The Red coloring is used only to differentiate the comments and replies).

I make this assertion, of Mr. Cortina’s ideology mainly based on his personal comments, and from reading the comments of those who are in  agreement to his anti-Semitic position, which seemingly are the only comments allowed. In exception, I should point out of one witty Catholic commentator,   who posted their belief in such a way as for him to not quite grasp, as being un-supportive of Mr.Cortina’s cause.

(Maybe I should mention here that I am neither Jew, nor Baptist, nor Catholic, or Muslim; just a concerned follower of Christ).

I am of course not going to profess that everything that I posted in response to him is absolutely correct, and that everything that he has posted is wrong. What I am going to do is to point out the differences by allowing the blogiverse to read my comments, here, as he has found them for what ever reason,  unimportant, and not allowed on his site.

I will not impose on anyone to have to read the original article, ( though the original, as well as Mr. Cortinas versions are linked above), unless they choose to read them.  As I have stated, I believe the original article  is a well needed bit of information, and historical fact.

What I will do in closing however, is post one of the other comments posted on Mr. Cortina’s site by another reader, that did apparently rate  in his opinion, as viable representation, and follow-up with my reply to the commentator, with a second reply, which again did not make it through Mr.Cortina’s acceptance button on his editing dashboard. (And forgive me, and please correct me if I misinterpreted your meaning in your comment also Doug).

And to all other reader of this article, please  feel free to comment here with your own opinions. The reason for this post is absolutely not to start a debate, or to claim that we know everything about everything and those who oppose to our beliefs are wrong. The reason for this post is to offer a place to join the discussion that someone else started, but, allows no place for voicing other, especially, opposing  opinions on the matter.

Comment by Doug, on the (Mynameisjoecortina site)

It was inspiring to read a true account of the Hollywood treachery to control every aspect of our media. People wonder why there are no great charactors like John Wayne and others. Because the Hollywood jew, as with any jew, needs weak, loyal dupes to do their bidding. Do you hear any actors speaking out on the Palestinian genocide? No. Weak dupes all. They are looking for the next mega million dollar deal to be doled out by their jew masters. Not only will Walt Disney have the last laugh! We all will! Boycott Hollywood and any form of media that does not meet the highest standard of the Christian intrest. The real Christian intrest. To be a true Christian is to be anti-semitic. Jesus was not politically correct. You don’t have to be either. Stop being bullied!

And my reply to Doug, as best as I recall: (it was deleted along with my original reply), was as follows:

@Doug,
Your comment on what it means to be a true Christian only reveals your ignorance of what it means to be a true follower of Christ. First of all, to be Anti-Semitic, one has to hate both Hebrews and Arabs, as they are both Semitic people.

Secondly, as to whom Jesus was referring to as a den of Vipers…etc…and the (King James Gang transliterated as Jews); They were the (Rabbinical Jews) who changed Gods Laws for their personal gain and political controlling agenda. Precisely what Jesus scorned them over, throughout His entire time here on earth. A practice strictly prohibited by Gods Law, and should also be stood against by the true followers of Christ in this nation when the American Constitution is being flagrantly spit on, and changed daily.

Unfortunately, the general puppets of this nation,  caught up in the blame game, of finger-pointing of separate political parties, or spreading hatred of ANY one particular race of people, are trapped in the diversionary snare of those who are really pulling the strings, and feeding them, Bread and Circus.

Sadly, these, the general puppets who are mistaking true tolerance, for pluralistic religions of their own makings, are as blind  by the same cornerstone as were the “Part” of Israel described in Romans 9 and other places in Scripture, and probably still think that the (Gulf Oil Spill Was Accidental).

Unless the scales fall from their eyes before fulfillment of the Gentiles,they will never see what it truly means to be a follower of Christ.

The reality is that all (We the Sheeple) are following a shepherd. The really important question is, which one?

Here is just one of many clues that will show you that looking at ALL Semitic, or any other race of people as being the cause of all our worldly problems is a losers approach to reality: Jesus said this :

Revelation 3:9
Behold, I will make them of the synagogue of Satan, which say they are Jews, and are not, but do lie; behold, I will make them to come and worship before thy feet, and to know that I have loved thee.

There is much more information given to us in His Word of the things taking place today. One must only read.

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