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If You’re Going to Vote, You Owe it to Yourself to See the Obama Movie, “2016”

If you wanted to find the very best deal you could on the very best car your money could buy, my hunch is that you would thoroughly research at least two different automobile makes. If you’re anything like me, you would even make sure to check with Consumer Reports on the off-chance that the manner in which the auto dealers represented their vehicles to you might not be entirely honest and above-board. Make sense? Yes, I thought that it might.
Well, this evening, I sat down with my husband and watched the movie, “2016”. Granted, I’ve been agreeing with my husband that for this presidential term, Romney would be, “the lesser of two evils”.
I have never been a staunch Democrat nor a staunch Republican. I totally supported JFK, and I also totally supported Gerald Ford. I supported the men and their belief systems. Let me explain what I mean and where I stand with “the lesser of two evils”. Truly, I think that it would benefit Mitt Romney greatly to “lose” the “slick” appearance and the almost endless “smirk” he wears across his face whenever he appears on television. As for Obama, I have never experienced a gut-level reaction of trust for him. For that very same reason, I did not vote for Bill Clinton. Low and behold, his trustworthiness, at least in what I consider to be his primary and most important role as a husband and father, his trustworthiness came into some very serious question. I consider this presidential situation to be, at best, a somewhat grim reality. But Romney and Obama are the only two presidential candidates we have to choose from.
For me, the most important part of all of this political chaos and throat-cutting techniques, is not so much what it is that I will end-up having to live with. It is what my children and my grandchildren will have to live with (and under). I have honestly felt that I owe it to them, to be as open-minded in thoroughly researching these two candidates who would BOTH have me believe that they would make the best possible president of our fine, capitalist, land of the free, country.
Tonight, while watching the movie “2016”, I learned a great deal about Obama. I really hadn’t ever researched him before at all, I’d only trusted my gut. In this movie, many lines from the autobiography Barrack Obama wrote titled, “Dreams from My Father” were read aloud by the man from India narrated the film. I was quite shocked and disturbed by what I heard.
I hadn’t known that Barrack’s mother had been Caucasian, that she and his father had met in a Russian classroom situation, and that at the time his father (who was admittedly Marxist) married her, he was already married to a woman in Kenya with whom he had young children. I hadn’t known that his father had married four times (without any divorces) and that he’d been totally abandoned by his father who’d gone back to his previous wife and married another new wife and so maintained only a relationship of letter-writing with Barrack. I’d had no idea that when Barrack’s mother remarried and his stepfather (who was pro-western) worked in the California Oil Fields, Barrack’s mother opposed her husband’s employment lecturing about her hatred of “The wealthy, white Texas Oil men”. I don’t think I would have believed that she hated them so much that she sent Barrack back to Hawaii to live with his grandparents and then divorced his stepfather; that then his grandparents selected a mentor for Barrack to spend the majority of his free time with, poet Frank Marshall Davis who started two communist publications that were blatantly Anti-American; in fact, that Marshall Davis was considered such a major threat by the FBI that he was listed on the Social Index in such a way that should there ever be a war with Russia Mr. Davis should be immediately arrested!
When the gentleman who is from India went to Cogalo, Kenya to interview Barrack’s grandmother, Barrack’s half-sister warned her not to give the interview; and he was then warned that they were no longer safe in Cogalo. Yet, Barrack’s half-sister describes their father completely differently than Barrack in that, her description is of an abusive alcoholic who beat his wives and who repeatedly burst into her room raging about how unfair the world had been to him.
Barrack’s younger half-brother stated in an interview that we should all take a look at South Africa and how well they are doing with the help they’ve gotten from America, yet look at Kenya “which is still a basket-case”; then concluded, “Should we really have gotten rid of Britain?” Barrack’s half-brother also talked about how Barrack states that he and his half-brother are like Cain and Abel, but has not tried to assist his half-brother who lives in abject poverty.
All in all, I came away from this movie wondering how Barrack Obama can title his autobiography, “Dreams from My Father” and lead the American people to believe that he wants what is best for America, when his father was openly anti-American, anti-Colonialism, and whose two primary goals roads to building a successful country were to:
1. Use power of state to control the country’s wealth; and
2. Charge very high taxes.
I no longer feel puzzled by this man who openly stated that he knows exactly how to appeal to Americans because all that Americans want is a young black man who is never angry. We Americans can be very trusting, and want to believe that those who are not of our heritage, do not hate us. After viewing this movie, I’m left feeling more disturbed by this presidential race than ever, and even less trusting of this man who declares that he will run America for a second term. So, I wonder, just who really IS this man who calls himself “Obama”?

Copyright 10/29/2012 by JC Fredlund (JC Eberhart, Past Pen Name): ©JC Fredlund and JC Fredlund’s Artistry Blog, 1974 – 2013. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to JC Fredlund and http://www.JCFredlund.wordpress.com blog with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

FATAL DECEIT: JAMES RAY’S (SWEAT LODGE) CULT

It has never been more important that we ask ourselves where it is truly wise and safe for us to seek and find direction, clarity and the peace we seek in our lives. Clearly, there are many charletains in the world who would have us believe that they have found and can offer us, the truth, the light and the way. One dimension of these offers that I never cease to find amazing, is the price we must pay for “the truth, the light and the way”.

Certainly, organized religion asks that we “donate” our hard earned dollars to their cause. Countless numbers of people take issue with that. Understandably so. Fortunately, in most cases, doing so will take it’s toll upon our pocketbook. This cost is a nominal one in comparison to the cost of the so-called “more unique” paths available to the public leading to the truth, the light and the way.

You may recall the Jim Jones Cult and the hundreds of lives that were taken in the name of the truth, the light and the way. You may find it baffling that so many people would follow a self-proclaimed man of God (madman) to their death. (Make no mistake about it, there will be many more to come!) The cost? Immeasurable, in the form of money. By whom is the cost paid? The cost is ultimately paid by:

· Every victim of the resulting death toll,

· Every loved one of those on the list of the dead,

· Outside individuals who attempt to rescue victims before it is too late to do so . . .

and the list goes on and on.

Because of the freedom of everyone to pursue whatever goals they choose, it will always be possible to be taken advantage of by the charletains of the world. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t change our freedom to pursue our dreams for anything in the world. If I had the power to change anything, it would be to persuade those individuals who feel their lives lack meaning and direction to the extent that they actually allow themselves to become willing to fall victim to any charletain (psychopath) who comes along and who claims to have all the answers. Take heed! No one on this earth has all the answers! To have all the answers, one would have to be superhuman and the only ones I know of who have mastered the power to do so have been Superman and Spiderman! (i.e. In the real world, this kind of power simply does not exist!)

So, whatever you do, don’t allow yourself to become one of the hundreds of thousands of sheep in the world who blindly follow their herder over the edge of the cliff! If you do, you will discover (as did the hundreds of victims of Jim Jones and the victims of James Ray) that the only rewards to be found are the fatal deceit push toward the jagged rocks laying in wait, at the bottom!

(Copyright 2014 by JC Fredlund) Copyright 2008 – 2014 by JC Fredlund (JC Eberhart, Past Pen Name): ©JC Fredlund and JC Fredlund’s Artistry Blog, 1974 – 2013. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to JC Fredlund and the link to http://www.JCFredlund.wordpress.com blog is included with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

CAR FIRE, ANYONE?

It was midnight. While sitting over at the main building where I live, I wrote this. I had to do something to keep from thinking about the fact that my residence (along with several others) was about to go up in smoke . . . .

I was just awakened out of a dead sleep by the fire alarm. It was
blaring in my ears! My first thought was (“could this be another false alarm
like two years ago on a freezing winter night?”) Of course, my sleepy common
sense wouldn’t permit me to take the chance and remain in my pajamas. Instead, I jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes and as I’d opened my door to the hallway, my thought was recalling something like, “wasn’t I supposed to feel the door before I opened it?” In my still half asleep state, I touched the door as it opened. Not hot. But, I could smell smoke. I locked the door behind me as I ran out into the hall. Yes, I could smell smoke. I hurriedly shuffled past my neighbor’s door as he swung it open (he’s the channel 4 news caster, Dennis . . . something or other.) I told him he’d better come, too. He mumbled that he was going to first check to see which end of the building the smoke was coming from. I’d unconsciously noticed that the smell of smoke was coming from the end of the building facing the road. I couldn’t see the smoke though. Not yet. Down the stairs I hurried. This was different from two years ago in that tonight there were several other residents also hurrying down the stairs and out the door. One woman said she could see smoke coming from her furnace and called 911. They’d told her to get out of the building. She had a couple of small children with her. My heart went out to her. Her little girl was afraid and clinging to her.

That was at 11:30 P.M. It’s taken the fire department 30 minutes to get here. People are really mad about that.

We can see smoke outside. They’re probably going to chase us out of this building. Funny. All I’ve been able to think about is how glad I am that I gave my grandaughter instructions about what to do if ever there were to be a fire when she’s staying overnight at my place. Thank God they’re at their own house sound asleep, safe in their own beds!

AND THE FOLLOWING MORNING . . .

I finally mustered the courage to go all the way downstairs to investigate whatever damage had been done. My car was parked down there. I have to admit that I experienced more than just a little anxiety as the elevator doors opened to let me out into the basement.

There, before me, was my car . . . all covered with soot! It became instantly clear that the car that had burned-up had been parked RIGHT NEXT TO MINE!!! Needless to say, my shock was indescribable.

I stood there in utter disbelief for a few moments, then went upstairs, retrieved my camera and took 21 photographs of the calamity leftovers. (i.e. my car.)

My insurance company towed my car and a few days later I’ve learned from the claims adjuster that it seems to be alright inspite of the intense heat to which it had been reportedly exposed. I’m going to run it in to the dealer just to make SURE that it’s okay, however.

The moral of this story? Never say to yourself as you drive into your underground parking garage, “Gee I’m glad that I have underground parking just incase that tornado hits tonight!!”

I seriously do not believe that I will EVER AGAIN worry about my car surviving a tornado!                            

Copyright by JC Eberhart 2007: 

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JC’S MARCH 2008 SCRIBBLINGS . . .

WEDDINGS, ILLNESSES, PREGNANCIES & VACATIONS!

I’d been dismayed by the fact that I truly didn’t think that this gra’ma would have anymore grandBABIES and until eight months or so ago, my son wasn’t in a serious relationship with anyone! (My daughter and her husband had determined that two children were the final number, some time ago.) There is, of course, also the fact that Lee is now 41 years old – Christy is 42 and so even when these two began to get serious I really didn’t dare hope for a grandchild!! But, hey! I’m here to tell you that miracles do happen! They’ve sent me an ultrasound photo and the first thought I had was “this is going to be a BOY!” (Don’t ask me why though, because on the photo this baby looks pretty much like a peanut! ha ha NOT like I could make-out any body parts or anything . . . . . just a strong sense of intuition! We’ll see!) But I’m so excited that I’m nearly beside myself!

OUR little nine year old Maddy (Madison Jean) just recovered from Scarlet Fever. THAT was a real scare! On Saturday night she developed a high fever. Shannon (my daughter) and I both thought she had strep throat since JJ had just gotten over that. Monday morning when Shan took her to the doctor, Maddy began breaking-out in a rash. The doctor immediately put her on Amoxicillin and she is fine now – no complications THANK GOD! (and believe me, I DID thank God!) Maddy and JJ will both be in Lee and Christy’s wedding – flower girl and ring bearer. I don’t think there will be a dry eye at this wedding. (But tears of joy!) Lee had been married for eighteen years to a woman who had Multiple Sclerosis. She’d refused to use any medication to treat her illness and became increasingly violent. It was a very painful and difficult decision for him to divorce her inspite of the violence because she was ill. When he finally had to begin to fear for his life, though, he finally did leave her. He spent six months in counseling with his minister resolving his guilt feelings for what he felt, was abandoning her. Because she WAS ill, I hate to say this, but she was a very vicious individual. They’d (thankfully) had no children together as she’d had to have a hysterectomy when she was 19 due to cancer. Christy, however, is just the opposite. She is an absolute sweetheart. She’s been very easy to grow close to and reciprocates a caring family relationship in every way. Needless to say, we are all VERY happy about this!

Gary and I arrived in Punta Cana via Sun Country Airlines – a very nice direct flight from Minnesota, USA booked through Sarah at Salentine Travel in West Bend, Wisconsin on February 9th, 2008. Clearly, we were on the Atlantic side of the sea. Breezy? Oh yes. The continual breeze prevented the humidity from becoming a problem (we slept without air conditioning) and the wind blowing through the palm trees along with the sound of the splashing ocean waves soothed us to sleep each night. The Dominican people were very warm and friendly wherever we went – especially the Excellence staff. They were very accommodating and anxious to please. Our resort room was quite large with jacuzzi (bath run and sprinkled with flower petals each evening), very comfortable king-sized bed with canopy and shower in bathroom as well. Quite beautiful. Maid service changed our bed linens daily and turned-down our bed each evening (decorated with flowers.) Roomy safe in our room. Room service was great and food delivered to our room was excellent. If we phoned staff they were quick to come to our room (we accidentally locked ourselves out of our safe.) Our view from our third (and top) floor veranda was magnificent. We gazed out over an immaculate pool to the mesmerizing sea. But this is no ordinary pool and was easy to understand why Excellence boasts the uniqueness of their pool. It was so clean and clear that one was able to literally view details of every small tile lining the pool’s bottom; it winds throughout the resort and contains a lavish swim-up bar. The beach (which we preferred) holds numerous palappas under which one can retire when (and if) the sun becomes too much. The beach also contains elegant double-sized cushion-covered wicker beds upon which one can sunbathe; of course, there were many sturdy, comfortable lounge chairs as well. Shelved wicker carts containing clean, pool-size towels for everyone were scattered throughout and one is served drinks on the beach as well as along the pool. (There are guards at the ends of the beach to keep outsiders away from the resort.) Drinks are excellent – my personal favorite was the Banana Mama: very thick, icy and fruity. We would, without hesitation, recommend this resort to everyone unless you happen to prefer no (moderate) wind, ocean waves, and no “Adults Only” environment where a few women were topless while sunbathing and a few same sex couples vacationed, too. We viewed several other resorts when on tour in the Dominican Republic and from what we were able to see when picking-up vacationers from other resorts, none compared to the especially elegant beauty of Excellence!

More family news to come in April!

(Copyright 2014 by JC Fredlund) Copyright 1974 – 2014 by JC Fredlund (JC Eberhart, Past Pen Name): ©JC Fredlund and JC Fredlund’s Artistry Blog, 1974 – 2013. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to JC Fredlund and the link to http://www.JCFredlund.wordpress.com blog is included with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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