Willkommen im Leben


First it begins with the first fall of Wall Street like what happened last year. I went away leaving them sitting on the steps of the school. Endlich mal ein Animationsfilm für Erwachsene.

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Handlung. Der Film zeigt drei Tage aus dem Leben von Ross, einem jungen Slacker. Da die meisten der dargestellten Personen während des kompletten Films unter Drogeneinfluss stehen, sind ihre Handlungen nicht immer logisch nachvollziehbar.

Im deutschsprachigen Raum hatte der Film am 7. Da die meisten der dargestellten Personen während des kompletten Films unter Drogeneinfluss stehen, sind ihre Handlungen nicht immer logisch nachvollziehbar. Als Ross bei seinem Freund Spider Mike Methamphetamin kaufen will und dieser nichts mehr vorrätig hat, verweist ihn die ebenfalls anwesende Nikki an den Cook weiter, der die Droge selbst produziert.

Dieser verspricht Ross, ihm im Gegenzug für ein paar Gefallen ausreichend Meth zu geben. Ross willigt ein, woraufhin er in den nächsten Tagen für den Cook und dessen Freundin Nikki mit ihrem Hund den Fahrer spielt, bis am dritten Tag das Zimmer des Cooks abbrennt, weswegen er mit Ross in die Stadt fahren muss, um sich neu auszustatten.

Während der erschöpfte Ross im Auto schläft, explodiert der Wohnwagen. In Spun treten eine Reihe bekannter Musiker in Cameos auf. Auch der Hauptdarsteller selbst war zu Beginn seiner Karriere Musiker. Dezember um Möglicherweise unterliegen die Inhalte jeweils zusätzlichen Bedingungen. Durch die Nutzung dieser Website erklären Sie sich mit den Nutzungsbedingungen und der Datenschutzrichtlinie einverstanden. Angela Chase ist eine jährige Schülerin. Sie beginnt auszugehen, färbt sich ihre Haare rot und verliebt sich in ihren älteren Mitschüler Jordan Catalano.

Sharon ist Angelas beste Freundin in ihrer Kindheit. Sie teilten alle Geheimnisse. Eines Tages trifft sich Angela mit Rayanne. Sie lässt Sharon fallen. Sharon ist hübsch und intelligent, aber sehr konservativ. Sharon hat einen Freund, weshalb Angela sie etwas beneidet. Rayanne Graff lebt zusammen mit ihrer Mutter Amber. Rayanne nimmt Drogen und Alkohol, schafft es aber nach einer Überdosis 33 Tage clean zu bleiben.

Rayanne Graff ist befreundet mit Rickie. Zu Beginn der Serie freundet sich Rayanne auch mit Angela an. Da er seinen Vornamen nicht mag, nennt er sich lieber Rickie. Rickie wächst bei seinem Onkel auf, der ihn schlägt. Als sein Onkel herausfindet, dass Rickie schwul ist wirft er diesen aus dem Haus. Brian Krakow ist Angelas Nachbar und heimlich in sie verliebt. Angela und Brian sind seit ihrer Kindheit befreundet. Brian ist sehr intelligent, beteiligt sich ständig am Unterricht und schreibt gute Noten.

Wenn Angela in der Klemme steckt, ist Brian stets zur Stelle. Jordan ist ein gut aussehender Junge, der in Angelas Klasse geht.

And now at last we heard that the Turks were moving on the town. There had been predictions that Greek troops, on entering Smyrna, would burn it, but their conduct soon dispelled all such apprehensions.

In fact the American, with the British, French and Italian delegates had called upon General Hadjianesti, the Greek commander-in-chief, to ask him what measures he could take to prevent acts of violence on the part of the disorganized Greek forces. He talked of a well-disciplined regiment from Thrace, which he was expecting and which he promised to throw out as a screen to prevent straggling bands from entering the city and even of organizing a new resistance to the Turks, but could give the delegates no definite assurance.

He was tall and thin, straight as a ramrod, extremely well-groomed, with a pointed gray beard and the general air of an aristocrat. He was a handsome man, with the reputation of a lady-killer. That was the last time I saw him, but when I read later of his standing before a firing squad in Athens, I still retained a vivid mental picture of that last interview in the military headquarters in Smyrna. If it was he who was responsible for sending away the flower of his troops to threaten Constantinople at a time when they were most needed in Asia Minor, he deserved severe punishment or confinement in a lunatic asylum.

He had the general reputation of being megalomaniac, with not too great ability. Certainly none but a fool would have accepted the Smyrna post at that time for the sake of glory. What was needed was a man of energy with a clear understanding of the situation who would have taken hurried and wise measures to save as much as possible of the wreckage.

But Hadjianesti was busy furnishing in gorgeous style and repairing a palace on the quay, which he had requisitioned for a residence. He deserved to be pitied, for it is probable that he was not well-balanced mentally. It was definitely asserted that the Turkish cavalry would enter the town on the morning of September 9, The Greek general staff and the high-commissioner with the entire civil administration, were preparing to leave.

The Greek gendarmes were still patrolling the streets and keeping order. These men had gained the confidence of every one in Smyrna and the entire occupied region by their general efficiency and good conduct.

Whatever accusations may be substantiated against the Greek soldiers, nothing but praise can be said of the Greek gendarmes. All my former colleagues at Smyrna and all residents of the district will bear me out in this statement. There would be an interval between the evacuation of Smyrna and the arrival of the Turkish forces when the town would be without a government of any kind.

Some of the representatives of foreign governments went to the high-commissioner and asked him to leave the gendarmes until the Turks had taken over, under assurance from the latter that they would be alowed to depart without molestation. The high-commissioner did not grant this request.

I did not join in it. The Greek officials all left. Sterghiades had but a few steps to go from his house to the sea where a ship was awaiting him, but he was hooted by the population. He had done his best to make good in an impossible situation. He had tried by every means in his power to make friends of the implacable Turks, and he had punished severely, sometimes with death, Greeks guilty of crimes against Turks.

He founded a university at Smyrna, bringing from Germany a Greek professor with an international reputation to act as president. One of the last Greeks I saw on the streets of Smyrna before the entry of the Turks, was Professor Karatheodoris, president of the doomed university.

With him departed the incarnation of Greek genius of culture and civilization in the Orient. The Hellenic forces left, civil and military, and the interregnum of a city without a government began. Mohammedans and Christians were quiet, waiting with a great anxiety. The supreme question was: How would the Turks behave? I had no anxiety for the native-born Americans, but was very uneasy about the two hundred or more naturalized citizens, many of them former Ottoman subjects.

I, therefore, did not take the responsibility of assuring the native population, Greeks and Armenians, that they would be perfectly safe, neither did I say anything that might tend to create panic. Many ladies, American and others, left at this time. I counseled my wife to go, but she refused, thinking that her staying might give comfort to those who remained. I decided to select a place of rendezvous for the American citizens and to notify all of them to keep in the neighborhood of this place as much as possible and, in case of serious disorders and general danger, to take refuge there.

I picked out the American theater, a large and suitable building on the quay, for the purpose and called the leading members of the American colony, native and naturalized, to a meeting in my office and advised them of the measures taken, to be applied in case of need.

When I told them that the meeting was dismissed, Mr. Lane, now a merchant of Smyrna, but formerly American consul there, arose and said: The refugees that are pouring by thousands and thousands into the city are dying of starvation and nobody to help them. I had hoped that this meeting had been called together to take measures to succor these poor people. A Provisional Relief Committee was organized on the spot and a sufficient sum of money contributed to begin operations.

All the leading American firms offered their lorries and automobiles and their personal services. Bakers were hired and set to work, stocks of flour found and purchased, and in a few hours this organization was feeding the helpless and bewildered refugees who were crowding into the city.

But for the American colony in Smyrna thousands would have died of starvation before the Relief Unit could arrive from Constantinople. In the meantime I was insistently telegraphing for American men-of-war to come to Smyrna. If there was ever a time when a situation demanded the presence of naval units, this, I thought, was that occasion.

Though our colony was not great, our business interests and property holdings were very considerable indeed, to say nothing of our large schools with their staffs of teachers and professors. The navy in those waters was under the control of that very fine officer and gentleman, Admiral Mark L. I had reason to think that the admiral had perfect confidence in the good intentions and administrative abilities of the Turks and believed that the latter would bring a kind and benevolent administration to Smyrna.

In response to telegraphic insistence with the State Department a wire was received to the effect that destroyers would be sent to Smyrna, as cruisers were not available, for the protection of American lives and property. Two small destroyers were accordingly sent. Naval units of Great Britain, Italy, France and the United States were present at Smyrna, and anchored but a few hundred yards or nearer from the houses on the quay during the appalling, shameful and heartrending scenes which followed.

Stepping to the door of my office, I found that a crowd of refugees, mostly women, were rushing in terror upon the Consulate and trying to seek refuge within, and that they were very properly being kept out by the two or three bluejackets assigned for the defense of the consular property. One glance from the terrace which overlooked the quay made evident the cause of their terror.

The Turkish cavalry were filing along the quay, on their way to their barracks at the Konak at the other end of the city. They were sturdy-looking fellows passing by in perfect order. They appeared to be well-fed and fresh. Many of them were of that Mongolian type which one sees among the Mohammedans of Asia Minor. Any one who saw those mounted troops passing along the quay of Smyrna would testify, if he knew anything at all of military matters, that they were not only soldiers, but very good soldiers indeed, thoroughly trained and under perfect control of admirable officers.

And any one who knows anything of Turkish character will testify that the Turk is essentially a soldier, extraordinarily amenable to the orders of his superiors. The Turk massacres when he has orders from headquarters and desists on the second when commanded by the same authority to stop. As the Turkish cavalry was entering Smyrna on the morning of the ninth, some fool threw a bomb. The Turkish officer commanding the cavalry division received bloody cuts about the head.

All the testimony is to the effect that he rode unconcernedly on. That is what a Turk would do, for of the courage of the race there is no doubt. It has been stated that this bomb was thrown by an Armenian, but I have seen no proof of the assertion, nor can the statement that the throwing of this bomb precipitated the massacre of the Armenians, be reconciled with the Turkish claim that their troops were so exasperated with the atrocities of the Greek army that they could not be restrained when reaching Smyrna.

Armenians are not Greeks, and the fury of the Turks burst first upon their usual victims. On the evening of the ninth, the looting and killing began. Shooting was heard in various parts of the town all night, and the following morning native-born Americans, both men and women, began to report seeing corpses lying about in the streets in the interior of the town.

Nureddin Pasha, the Turkish commander-in-chief, issued a command that everybody was to go peacefully about his business and that order should be preserved. This caused a momentary feeling of security among a certain element of the non-Mussulman population, so that a number of shops that had been closed were reopened. But this confidence was not of long duration, for the looting spread and the savagery increased.

At first, civilian Turks, natives of the town, were the chief offenders. I myself saw such civilians armed with shotguns watching the windows of Christian houses ready to shoot at any head that might appear. These had the air of hunters crouching and stalking their prey.

But the thing that made an unforgettable impression was the expression on their faces. It was that of an ecstasy of hate and savagery.

There was in it, too, a religious exaltation, but it was not beautiful, it was the religion of the Powers of Darkness. One saw, too, all the futility of missionary work and efforts of conversion. Here was complete conviction, the absolute triumph of error and the doctrine of murder and pitilessness. There was something infinitely sad in those pale writhing faces on which seemed to shine the wan light of hell.

One could not help pitying those men even while they were killing. One thought of lost souls and the torments of the damned. Those killers were unhappy. The last Greek soldiers disappeared from Smyrna on the evening of the eighth and the Turks rapidly took over the town. Mounted patrols and little squads of soldiers began to appear on the streets, serving as police.

These were well enough behaved. There were credibly reported instances of minor Turkish officers interfering with the looters and evil-doers, and even of instances of kindness being shown to non-Mussulman natives. I saw no such kindness, however. If I had, I should be eager to report it, but I am willing to accept the testimony of others. The panic among the native Christians was now increasing to an alarming extent.

As the looting spread and the killing increased the American institutions were filled with frightened people.

These institutions in Smyrna were the Intercollegiate Institute, a seminary for young girls; the Y. There was not one who showed the least indication of fear or nervousness under the most trying circumstances; not one who flinched or wobbled for an instant throughout a situation which had scarcely a parallel in the history of the world for hideousness and danger.

They endured fatigue almost beyond human endurance, that they might do all in their power to save their charges and give comfort and courage to the frightened hunted creatures who had thrown themselves on their protection. Such women as these throw imperishable luster on the name of American womanhood. Since none of them gave up or showed the white feather, we may conclude that they were worthy representatives of a worthy sisterhoood—the American Woman.

For the men nothing need be said, for American men are expected to come up to the mark. I was proud of my whole colony at Smyrna. Mention should be made of Jacobs, director of the Y. Continuing his route, he hailed a Turkish officer to whom he complained. As he left he was shot at, but fortunately not hit. This incident I did not see, but it was related to me by other Americans. The Turks were now making a thorough and systematic job of killing Armenian men. The squads of soldiers which had given the inhabitants a certain amount of comfort, inspiring the belief that the regular army was beginning to function and would protect the citizens, were chiefly engaged in hunting down and killing Armenians.

Some were dispatched on the spot while others were led out into the country in squads and shot, the bodies being left in piles where they fell. The Americans belonging to the various charitable institutions, whose duties took them into the interior of the town, reported an increasing number of dead and dying in the streets.

The old man had thrown up his hands, the fingers spread in an attitude of supplication, whereupon one of the soldiers had split his hands with a sword, cut off his wrists and hewn him down. The loot was now being driven out of the bazaars and the Armenian quarter by the cartload, and cartloads of corpses, as of beef or sheep, were being sent into the country.

The following is found in my memoranda dated September 12, Captain Hepburn, one of the naval officers, counted thirty-five dead bodies on the road leading to Paradise, a small village near Smyrna, where the American International College is situated.

At Boudja, another village, largely inhabited by English and other foreigners, there was a well-known and wealthy Dutch family by the name of De Jong. It was reported that Mr. De Jong had been murdered by Turkish soldiers. Concerning this affair, the following details were furnished me by Mr. Francis Blackler, one of the prominent members of the American community at Smyrna, head of the well-known firm of Griffith and Company, that does an extensive business with America.

Blackler may be mentioned as neither he nor his wife, a lady of exceptional culture and refinement, has any idea of returning to Smyrna, at least under present conditions. I was passing along the street after the Turkish cavalry had passed through and I saw two bodies lying on the road. De Jong, The bodies were perforated with bullet holes. I notified the relatives and we took them away and buried them.

About this time, Sir Harry Lamb, the distinguished and able British consul-general, came to me and asked if I could send two automobiles to Bournabat to get Doctor Murphy and the women of his family.

Besides my own car, there were quite a number of autos at my disposal, as the Americans of Smyrna owned many, practically all of which they had put at the disposition of the Consulate and the Relief Organization. Doctor Murphy was a retired army surgeon who had been in the British Indian service.

He was living with his two daughters on pension at Bournabat, an aged man with a high record. Sir Harry related that Turks had entered the Murphy home and told the doctor not to be frightened, as they meant harm to no one. They had simply come to violate the women. His daughters, fortunately, had hidden themselves in a room up-stairs, but the eyes of the Turks fell upon a young and pretty servant.

They attempted to seize her, when she fell on her knees and threw her arms about the legs of the aged doctor and begged him to save her. The old hero tried to protect the girl in so far as his feeble strength would allow, but he was beaten over the head with muskets, kicked, and the girl torn from him by the Turks. They then proceeded to accomplish their foul purpose. Sir Harry added that the doctor was in a desperate state and the women nearly dying from fright. The automobiles were sent and the Murphys brought down.

The doctor died of his injuries. The Archbishop Chrysostom came to the Consulate but a short time before his death, together with the Armenian Archbishop. Chrysostom was dressed in black. His face was pale. This is the last time that I saw this venerable and eloquent man alive. He was a constant friend of Americans and American institutions and used all his influence with the clergy and the government in favor of the support of our schools, our Y. It is doubtful if there is any member of our foreign missionary, educational and philanthropic institutions who will dispute this statement.

He frequented them all and often addressed their members. As he sat there in the consular office, the shadow of his approaching death lay upon his features. Some who read these lines—some few, perhaps— will understand what is meant.

At least twice in my life I have seen that shadow upon a human visage and have known that the person was soon to die. Monseigneur Chrysostom believed in the union of Christian churches, in a united effort in the cause of Christ and the better education of the Eastern clergy.

Neither he nor the Armenian bishop spoke to me of their own danger, but they asked me if nothing could be done to save the inhabitants of Smyrna.

A Turkish officer and two soldiers went to the offices of the cathedral and took him to Nureddin Pasha, the Turkish commander-in-chief, who is said to have adopted the medieval plan of turning him over to the fanatical mob to work its will upon him.

There is not sufficient proof of the veracity of this statement, but it is certain that he was killed by the mob. He was spit upon, his beard torn out by the roots, beaten, stabbed to death and then dragged about the streets. His only sin was that he was a patriotic and eloquent Greek who believed in the expansion of his race and worked to that end.

He was offered a refuge in the French Consulate and an escort by French Marines, but he refused, saying that it was his duty to remain with his flock. He said to me: He merits the respect of all men and women to whom courage in the face of horrible death makes an appeal. Polycarp, the patron saint of Smyrna, was burned to death in the stadium overlooking the town. The Turk roams over the land of the Seven Cities and there is none to say him nay, but the last scene in the final extinction of Christianity was glorified by the heroic death of the last Christian bishop.

Looking from the door of the Consulate, I saw a number of miserable refugees with their children, bundles and sick, being herded toward the quay by several Turkish soldiers.

One gray-haired old woman was stumbling along behind, so weak that she could not keep up, and a Turkish soldier was prodding her in the back with the butt of his musket. At last he struck her such a violent blow between the shoulder-blades that she fell sprawling upon her face on the stony street.

She did not say what had happened to her boy, but the copious blood told its own story. Cass Arthur Reed, wife of the dean of the American College at Paradise, near Smyrna, thus describes the stripping and beating of her father, the venerable president, as also of Sergeant Crocker, an American navy officer:.

So the chief and father rode over to the settlement house in the college car, carrying the American flag. They informed the men that this was American property they were looting and asked why they were doing it?

Father explained it was a community house and served the Turks as well as Christians in its work. They seized both men and stripped them of their clothes, valuables and money, shoes and stockings, and beat them both with a club five feet long and three inches in diameter. Sergeant Crocker was the officer who was beaten. He took the club over to the college afterward. Before he was stripped of his clothes he, of his own accord, took off his revolver and showed the Turkish soldiers that he did not mean to hurt them.

They beat both men severely and separated them so they could not stand together. They beat them with the butt end of their rifles and with this big club I have mentioned. Then they demanded of Doctor MacLachlan that he hand over the Marines guarding his college.

He said he was not a military man and had no control over the Marines, who had been sent by the American Government to protect the American property and the refugees in it. What he considered saved his life was that he kept calm through the whole procedure, saying they could kill him if they wished, but he wanted to explain why he was there and why he wanted them to stop robbing the Armenian property. One man lunged at him with a bayonet, and father put out his hand to grasp it and cut his palm.

He was naked all this time. Then they lamed his left foot, breaking the tendons in the back of his knee so that he fell to the ground. He endeavored throughout the whole thing to keep his feet and he saved the blows on his head by putting up his arms.

Several times they stood him up a few yards away and threatened to blaze at him. While the guns were pointed at father, he threw him-self on the butt ends of the rifles and beseeched the men not to kill him, that he was a good man.

Sergeant Crocker had given the order to his men on the roof of the college not to fire or use their machine guns. Two of the Marines chased over to help when they saw what was going on. The Turks placed Doctor MacLachlan up against a wall and were about to shoot him when, at the very moment, a young Turkish officer appeared on horse-back and ordered them to desist.

The following details concerning the attack on President MacLachlan and Sergeant Crocker were furnished me by another eye-witness of the scene:. Sergeant Crocker spreading his arms motioned them backward, saying: Fortunately none of the Americans was hurt. The following looting of American property occurred at Paradise, as described to me by an American lady connected with the college:.

Meanwhile, in the city of Smyrna itself, the hunting and killing of Armenian men, either by hacking or clubbing or driving out in squads into the country and shooting, caused an unimaginable panic. There was no help anywhere in sight.

The battle-ships of the Great Powers, including America, could not interfere for various reasons and there were instances of persons who had reached them being sent back to the shore.

This man-hunt was now being participated in by squads of the Turkish army. Armenians soon disappeared from the streets, either through death or concealment. The proclamation had been issued that any one concealing an Armenian in his house would be brought before the court-martial—a justly dreaded tribunal. One instance will show what terror this edict inspired in the hearts of all—even foreign subjects.

A prominent Dutch subject related the following incident, which he witnessed from the deck of his small private yacht:. They were a respectable, attractive pair and the man was carrying in his arms a small child. As they waded deeper and deeper into the water, till it came nearly up to their shoulders, I suddenly realized that they were going to drown themselves.

I therefore pushed out to them in a boat and with the promise that I would do what I could to save them, managed to get them to shore. They explained that they were Armenians, and knowing that the man would certainly be killed and the wife, who was young and pretty, either outraged or taken into a harem and their baby left to die, they had determined to drown themselves together.

I took them to several places and tried to get them in, but without success. I finally conducted them to a large school whose building and garden were full of people, rang the bell, and, when a sister came to the door explained the situation to her. When she heard that they were Armenians, she shut the door. I went away leaving them sitting on the steps of the school. And there we shall leave them with the hope that in some miraculous way they were saved, which.

This incident is not related to throw discredit on the personnel of the foreign school. They thought that if they took in an Armenian couple, they might endanger the safety of the hundreds of people whom they were protecting, most, if not all of whom were of their own religion and therefore their especial charges. As the Armenians had all disappeared from the streets, it was supposed that the men who had escaped had taken refuge in their own quarter, a well-built, Europeanized section of the town, within well-defined limits.

Before proceeding to what happened next, it should be explained that the soldiers were helped in picking out Armenians in the streets by native spies, who accompanied them and pointed out victims. I could not recognize the nationality of those foul and slimy reptiles, the spies. I was told by some that they were Jews, but I have no proof to substantiate the statement. Of course many of the informers were Turks, and it is possible that they were all of that race, as they would naturally aid their own troops.

When Armenian hunting became too poor in the streets of Smyrna, their precinct was closed to all except Turks by soldiers stationed at the street entrances, after which the sack and massacre were conducted methodically. I did not myself attempt to enter the Armenian section, but I was repeatedly informed by those with whom I was in contact that ingress was not permitted.

Americans who saw into the quarter from their windows, stated that there was not a house that escaped, so far as could be seen. All were broken into, looted, the furniture smashed and thrown into the streets.

What happened to the inhabitants can easily be left to the imagination it is easy to form a mental picture of those families, cowering in their homes, with their wives, their daughters and their babes, waiting for the crash of a rifle butt on their doors. This sounds like good news… but I believe that it could very well actually be quite the bad news! Always enjoy your postings… and I pray for the strength of Holy Greece!

Yet they will tell me that I am the one in error… Strangely to me - the issue they keep falling back on - when they cannot debate whatever point I am making from an Orthodox POV - is the Orthodox usage of Icons.

John of the Cross and St. Theresa of Avila in her great love for God had very many holy images as well as religious statues. One time, in passing, St. John of the Cross told St. Theresa of Avila that he thought she was much too much attached to her holy images and religious statues. Theresa took that passing passing remark very seriously with respect to her own spiritual life and religious devotion to God and she began removing those holy images and religious statues from her quarters.

Theresa then replied to the Lord that St. John had told her that she was much too much attached to these material things - these holy images and religious statues.

Theresa began returning all of the holy images and religious statues into her quarters - and her spiritual joy, happiness and gladness returned. Niccolo Machiavelli wrote The Prince, a book of Manipulation and tyranny.

The Roman model of politics is what America is founded on beneath the ambiguity and duplicity, The seals and insignias, Capitaline Hill. Conceived in this book is the paradigm for present day political spin and corruption. We are presently in Rome and America is imploding from within. Civil discontent and the absorption from surrounding powers. What happened to the Roman Identity? Is China the pendulum returning?

World Empires come and go, for it has been the way of life since civilization began. However in all the years America is a Land of freedom, a break-away from European Aristocracy and oppression. A country that was free by the Minds of great thinkers and movers. This power in the people was the foundations for a country to grow in spirit, unbound by the Money Masters.

The bright light that was then in the minds of greats is not reflected upon with consideration in the days we see now, and so Mass slavery to the state is back with a bite.

But an identity, free and bold, remains in the hearts of many, Awoken from their slumber. Green shoots of life spring from the waters of truth. Facetious faces with knowledge of their trickery, the mockery of many used and abused. The Fathers and Mothers are overshadowed by its wicked eye of lies. Its candle is a wick unlit, unenlightened zombies, brain washed and banished from their senses - from their conscience.

Is the Bully in the playground winning? It flashes with speed, a train of thought on the tracks of a Luciferian station. An image material, avaricious and morally bankrupt. Power by deception and feeding of contention.

A show of misrepresentation. Learning things irrelevant to your daily life, many years dwindled inside of its institutional walls. History a carefully constructed design to close a mind. Superfluous learning, mundane and uninspiring, Charlatans celebrated and the wise uneducated. My personal indoctrination was that of that everything is fine now, terrible things happened in the forties but its all over now. I was not taught about the present day. The system guards its stock well from the disturbing truths.

The indigenous peoples of our world enslaved for production, the plutocratic raperey of the innocent. Living of the lives of others like vampires, racial superiority, white mates black in a thousand moves.

I came to acknowledge the contrivances in history and the demonization of the African, the indigenous in general. Music was born in Africa, science, geometry, astronomy, architecture, maths, literature, art, medicine. Arabs are native to the present day Palestine. It is the richest land of our earth. Something happened many thousands of years ago that destroyed the balance from then, Genesis of the Old Testament may be the beginning in terms of After the Egyptian civilization.

Its a terrible thing to deny young adults from the truth, to keep them in cotton wool and not know the realities of the world, hence in later life some become Neurotic. The Law, one rule for one and another rule for another. The arbitrary outcomes that tramples upon the Virtue of what Law is supposed to mean under God.

Its a game of words that represent the people concerned on its court, like the game of tennis its a battle of truth in a ball racketed between two parties. The defense and opposition and the middle man in between. If money is his lord than honesty and truth need not matter. Its big players are the pieces on the chess board, mason brothers, hand signs and allegiances.

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