tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67946204944588860252024-03-12T17:05:01.849-05:00AsTheCrackerheadCrumblesBy definition, a crackerhead is someone who crumbles under pressure, regardless of whether real or imagined.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349087080262856079noreply@blogger.comBlogger2471125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794620494458886025.post-52876303213298932872018-07-31T16:04:00.000-05:002018-07-31T16:04:34.125-05:00Broken Branches on FishHawk Droppings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349087080262856079noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794620494458886025.post-7233124272965656812018-03-30T15:46:00.001-05:002018-03-30T15:46:35.893-05:00Cherish Encounter by Crystal Mary Lindsey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349087080262856079noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794620494458886025.post-64606831360066557852018-03-23T16:17:00.000-05:002018-03-23T16:17:24.797-05:00The Crackerhead Chronicles on FishHawk Droppings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349087080262856079noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794620494458886025.post-66442960476384469792018-03-18T11:51:00.000-05:002018-03-18T11:52:08.284-05:00His Perfect Love - Sharon K. Connell<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349087080262856079noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794620494458886025.post-31635909143727141772018-03-11T16:44:00.000-05:002018-03-11T16:44:22.519-05:00Bittersweet Reflections on FishHawk Droppings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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just added a <a href="http://fishhawkdroppings.blogspot.com/p/little-lost-leon-dedication.html">[Dedication
to Arlynda]</a> and a <a href="http://fishhawkdroppings.blogspot.com/p/little-lost-leon-foreword.html">[Foreword]</a>
to <a href="http://fishhawkdroppings.blogspot.com/p/little-lost-leon.html">[Little
Lost Leon]</a>. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, the link to download
a copy is now different.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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very good friend in Australia suggested a cover change and even went to the
trouble of producing a new one, but I like the cover as is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yeah, don’t I know how to treat people
right—or what?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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recently discovered <a href="https://app.grammarly.com/">[Grammarly]</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, Little Lost Leon was subjected to its
scrutiny and found wanting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Subsequently, several grammatical errors, typos and just plain misspelled
words have been changed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Did you know
that the proper word is ensure—not insure?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I do now!<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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I ain’t gonna make no promises (take that Grammarly!) but Little Lost Leon is
now copastetic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sigh,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349087080262856079noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794620494458886025.post-55832173395394877032018-03-08T17:34:00.000-06:002018-03-08T17:34:46.726-06:00To Catch A Butterfly - Crystal Mary Lindsey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Delightful!<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Verdana","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
first thing I would like you to know is that I am a manly man. Quite naturally, therefore, I would NEVER
want to read a romance novel—not even a Christian one! However, our Heavenly Father sees things
differently, and here I am reviewing To Catch A Butterfly. It was a delightful read. Yes, it is indeed an authentic romance novel,
but there is much more to this book than just that. Furthermore, there is a surprise bonus at the
end. Make up your own mind, but read
this book, you must. Just click on the cover to go to its Amazon.com page.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349087080262856079noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794620494458886025.post-62286553384917067712018-03-06T17:22:00.002-06:002018-03-06T20:55:33.109-06:00Abuse Beaten - Crystal Mary Lindsey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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you feel trapped in an abusive relationship with a parent, spouse or
significant other, READ THIS BOOK! If
you know of someone trapped in an abusive relationship and want to help them,
READ THIS BOOK! In conclusion, READ THIS
BOOK! Click on the cover to go to its Amazon.com page.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349087080262856079noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794620494458886025.post-26020597394113516802018-03-06T17:18:00.000-06:002018-03-06T17:18:04.821-06:00Spirit Warrior: Fighting the Realms of Darkness - Crystal Mary Lindsey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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1920s, Spirit Warrior: Fighting the Realms of Darkness is much more than a
breathtaking period piece. For it
follows Rena from recruitment to deployment engaging demons in both the material
and spiritual realms. With plenty of
time set aside for love and laughter, surely it will have you wondering if the
events in the book really did happen. It
certainly had that effect on me. Click on the cover to go to its Amazon.com page. </span></b></div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349087080262856079noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794620494458886025.post-65061437656479174762018-03-05T10:33:00.000-06:002018-03-28T11:54:46.699-05:00Me and Paul<br />
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">For
me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Philippians+1:21&version=AKJV">[Philippians
1:21 KJV]</a><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">A
couple of weeks or so, a very good friend of mine posted that verse on her Facebook
page.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our Heavenly Father then gave me a
comment pointing out that this was Him allowing the Apostle Paul to express his
own natural feelings on the subject.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For
it was not as if the Apostle Paul did not fully understand that our Heavenly
Father could accomplish everything He wanted to without the help of others like
himself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was a paraphrase of the
actual comment, by the way.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">To
finish the last of that story, I felt very good about the comment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For I thought at the time that she was a
devout <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arminianism">[Arminian]</a>, who believe
that true Christians serve as our Heavenly Father’s hands and feet in this
world because He will not directly interfere with our freewill, among other
reasons.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our Heavenly Father has since
pointed out to me that I was very wrong about her, which is another thing I am
deeply ashamed of.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Around
seven hours ago, our Heavenly Father gave me an opportunity to practice what He
had me preaching (so to speak) with the aforementioned comment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For I awoke from my slumber to both sides of
my neck aching worse than I can recall happening before.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While trying to position my neck so I
could go back to sleep, I had the thought that I was in the beginning stages of
having a massive heartache.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My release
from this prison of a world was being processed, and I was about to go home to
spend all of eternity with my Heavenly Father in His Kingdom of Heaven as an
heir to all that is His in glory.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Did
I rejoice?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After all, I have been saying
(also so to speak) quite frequently since my beloved wife, Arlynda, went home
last December 5<sup>th</sup> that it was my turn next.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No, I followed the Apostle Paul’s example.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">No,
you should not be amazed at my willingness to continue to suffer so greatly in
this world in order to continue to serve.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>For I was foolishly (wickedly, actually) thinking that I did not want to
go home when I can now see some of MY efforts coming to fruition.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Yes,
our Heavenly Father delights in displaying His perfection in and through imperfect
people like myself, but<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wish He had
not created me quite so imperfect as I naturally am.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Woe is me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>May not my will be done—but His.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349087080262856079noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794620494458886025.post-9851984783028267602018-02-26T09:30:00.000-06:002018-03-05T10:27:15.886-06:00In Defense of Little Lost Leon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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my latest eBook, Little Lost Leon, is now out.
No, I do not have it on FishHawk Droppings yet. For I am wanting to reformat the site to
pages instead of blogging, as it now is.
Nonetheless, you can download Little Lost Leon <a href="https://drive.google.com/open?id=1SwTgjguY9TK4mOE-Ffonbm1MqJOaWKMK">[here]</a>
or I will email it to you.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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feedback has been very encouraging. In
fact, I feel like this is THE ONE to get the proverbial ball rolling, so to
speak, but three have balked. For they
said that the first chapter is just too descriptive for them to go further than
five or six pages.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Alas,
it would be quite unreasonable to expect everyone to like it. For there are different strokes for different
folks, as they say, but I would still like to explain what the first chapter,
which is by far the worst in that regard, is all about.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
first chapter of Little Lost Leon provides a very small taste of what our
Heavenly Father has been enduring to accomplish His purposes in this
world—plain and simple. No, He most
certainly does not delight in such despicable behavior, but He delights in
where it is leading.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Lost Leon does become lighter and back to darker. This pattern repeats throughout the book,
which is actually five different storylines leading to a very bright ending.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">No,
Little Lost Leon will not be a delight to everyone, but you just might be
surprised that it may be to you.
Besides, the price is right. For
with all of the books I have been given to publish, Little Lost Leon is offered
for free, but with my personal finances still being quite desperate, I also ask
for a small donation from those who receive some value from the book. Just a dollar would help so very much.</span></b><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349087080262856079noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794620494458886025.post-9894466605417068992017-12-21T02:19:00.000-06:002017-12-21T02:22:11.939-06:00Arlynda's Eulogy and Memorial Slideshow<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;">Arlynda
Lea (Chastain) Beuterbaugh physically died at 3:45 AM, Tuesday,
December 5, 2017 from complications due to non-alcoholic cirrhosis of
the liver. She passed on peacefully at Cox South Hospital in
Springfield, MO.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;">Arlynda
was physically born into this world on August 8, 1961 in Cabool, MO.
She was a life-long resident of the state of Missouri and had resided
in Springfield since 1998.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;">Arlynda
was preceded in physical death by her father, Wayne Chastain, in
August of 1995 and her mother, Bonnie (Babbitt) Lozano, in January of
2017. Her father resided in Nixa, MO at he time of his physical
death, and her mother resided in Springfield, MO at the time of her
physical death.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;">Arlynda
is survived by her husband, two sisters, one brother, two
brothers-in-law, one niece, three nephews, two uncles and one aunt.
Arlynda's husband, Jerry E. Beuterbaugh, resides in Springfield, MO.
Arlynda's sister, Leslie (Chastain) Rose resides with her husband,
James Rose, in Rogersville, MO. Arlynda's sister, Angie (Prisliski)
Langley resides with her husband, Jay Langley, in Nixa, MO.
Arlynda's brother, Steve Prisliski, resides in Ozark, MO. Arlynda's
niece, Michaela Rose, resides in Rogersville, MO. Arlynda's nephew,
Loren Rose, resides in Ozark, MO. Arlynda's nephew, Sam Langley,
resides in Springfield, MO. Arlynda's nephew, Jake Langley, resides
in Washington, MO. Arlynda's aunt, Grace (Babbitt) Butts resides
with her husband, Elster Butts, in Mountain Grove, MO and Arlynda's
uncle, Kenneth Babbitt, resides in Republic, MO.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;">Okay,
that takes care of the formalities, and now for the good stuff.
Hopefully, you will think so, too.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;">I did
not realize that I had no idea just what love is really all about
until I met Arlynda in March of 1994. She never waivered in her
service as a clear reflectiion of our Heavenly Father's love for the
23 years, eight months and 20 days we were so blissfully married.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;">We
having met at all is also miraculous. For it was the result of me
caving in to stop my mom from pestering me anymore about it and
placing a personal ad in the Penny Power advertising paper circulated
around Springfield, MO. All the ad said was, Single white male
seeking single white female for possible marriage, along with, "For
nothing will be impossible with God." Luke 1:37 (NAS).</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;">I was
so convinced that the ad would come to nothing, I did not bother to
hear, "You have no new messages at this time," until eight
days had passed. Much to my delight, Arlynda had left me a message
on the very same day the ad came out.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman";"><span style="font-size: medium;">I
parked my pickup across the street from Arlynda's tiny house in Nixa,
MO, and as I was walking to her front door, I noticed a seven-pound
fuzzball of fury in the form of a teacup poodle, standing between
Arlynda and me. Arlynda indicated that this first meeting would
probably be the last if I did not meet with Reenie's approval
forthwith. A serious belly rub later, we settled into being man and
wife quite happily. <span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Okay,
there were a couple of other steps, but my many years of agony over
romantic failures were over.</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Arlynda
visited 39 of the lower 48 American states while out on the truck
with me hauling refrigerated freight. During a layover in Buffalo,
NY, we bob-tailed across the bridge over Niagara Falls into Niagara
Falls, ON so she could say that she had been to Canada, as well as
seeing Niagara Falls. Reenie was also out on the truck with us and
loved barking at other vehicles through the small window at the
bottom of the passenger-side door.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Before
we met, Arlynda earned a degree with honors in Nursing from Phillips
College in Springfield, MO. She worked for Student Health at the
University of Missouri in Columbia, MO, where she met her dearest
friend, Barbie, who now resides with her husband, John Shryack, in
Kansas City, MO. Arlynda also worked for various clinics and
individual doctors throughout southwestern MO.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Arlynda
made many other dear friends working in Springfield, MO at MCI,
Hastings and Uniprise (United Health Care). She was disabled for the
last five years or so.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Be
assured that she will be missed more than I want to think about, but
I am so very thankful for her great suffering finally coming to an
end. Our Heavenly Father truly is full of goodness and mercy.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Arlynda's sisters, Angie and
Leslie, along with her niece, Michaela, produced awesome memorial slidesho that I uploaded to my Facebook page, but Facebook muted the background music out of an abundance of caution over copyright infringement concerns. When I went to add it here, it was too big to upload. So, you can go <a href="https://drive.google.com/open?id=1HMR6XBFpE_8ScAeDuVOg5RVrQM1BLsHS">[here]</a> to both watch AND listen to it. I hope you are as
impressed with it as I am. I think it is inspired and inspiring.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>My
beloved wife, Arlynda, went to spend all of eternity with our
Heavenly Father in His Kingdom of Heaven as an heir to all that is
His in glory very early last Tuesday (December 5<sup>th</sup>)
morning at Cox South Hospital (here in town) due to complications
from non-alcoholic cirrhosis of the liver. I have been posting
updates on my Facebook page because this is where many of her close
friends and family members mostly are online. I meant to publish a
timeline of those posts here before now, but I have been just too
overwhelmed with other matters. As long as I keep focused upon
Arlynda's great suffering finally coming to an end, I do okay.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Anyway,
I find myself in need of some financial help. I would rather not go
into further detail at this time, but we had been existing from
disability check to disability check for the last several years. The
amount was barely enough to keep the bills current, and I found out
this morning that it is going to take at least another couple of
months before Social Security determines how much more I can receive
each month. The $108 I am now receiving is nowhere close to being
enough, and I now need at least $1,000 to keep a roof over my head
(along with our critters) and the wolves at bay. Please give what
you can, but to be perfectly honest about it, I cannot naturally
blame anyone for thinking that I had made my own bed and now
receiving what I deserve.</b></span></span></span></div>
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about a third of the way down on my sidebar here. For those who do
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349087080262856079noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794620494458886025.post-20976707708322581772017-11-12T19:37:00.000-06:002017-11-12T19:40:19.706-06:00Arlynda and Little Lost Leon<b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Arlynda is better now, but the last 5-6 weeks have been a lot of "fun." For her liver specialist took her off of all of her diuretics because of her kidney functions starting to not look so good. During the same time period, her liver started dumping more excess fluid into her abdomen than ever before. Well, at least faster, which required her having to go for a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paracentesis">[paracentesis]</a> every two weeks instead of once a month. The two issues combined to result in her weight bumping the 300-pound mark, which is way too much to allow her to stand on her feet for more than a few seconds unassisted. It even became so bad that she could no longer make it the fifteen feet from her recliner, which she sleeps and spends virtually all of her time anymore, down the hall to the bathroom--even with her walker (using a wheelchair is impractical).</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I have not been all that much help lately. For I am barely able to get around on my own less than usual--let alone have enough strength left to let her lean on me for more than balance.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">All of this has made getting her out and back in the house to go get her paracentesis treatments an exercise in pure terror. I was able to get her out to the car without a whole lot of extra drama on October 27th, but getting her back up into the the house was another matter entirely. For she made it up the one step up into the breezeway, but she could not make it all the way up the two steps from the breezeway into the house. Oh, she made it onto the door frame, but she could not actually stand up on her feet all of the way. When I went to let her down on the edge, she lost her balance and tumbled down onto the concrete floor of the breezeway. She was not seriously hurt, but an ambulance crew had to be called to pick her up and get her to her recliner. This is the fourth or fifth time they have had to come out, but it is the first time in well over a year.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">They had taken 10 liters of excessive out of her while leaving at least 4-5 more because it being a new doctor. It was recommended that she come back in a week, which was faster than either one of us wanted to contemplate.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Ah, but I had a plan to get her back into the house much easier the next time. It required a come-along and nylon two straps that I purchased and received from Amazon at a very reasonable price and in-time. We already had some steel-reinforced boards that had been used as portable bookshelves at where Arlynda had worked several years ago. I was going to put a couple of them down to use as a ramp and winch her into the house in her wheelchair. As with almost everything else I have went to do the last few years, setting up was a lot harder than I anticipated. It took over three hours to get the come-along cable pulled all of the way out, and this is a tool that I am intimately familiar with from my days of building fence back before I started driving a truck. I do not know if the problem was because of it being so cheap or my head just not working right, but I was beyond exhausted be the time I had the cable pulled out, the tow straps put in place and the ramp ready to be put down when we went to get back inside of the house.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">What I had not planned for was it being nearly impossible to get her out to the car. She barely had enough strength to get down the steps into the breezeway while hanging onto me, but she could not make it down the step from the breezeway to the concrete in front of our house. I pushed her wheelchair as close as possible to the front door to the breezeway while she was hanging onto the door frame, but when she went to lower herself down into the wheelchair, she could only get her left cheek in. After what seemed to be hours of her trying to push herself all of the way in the wheelchair and us begging our Heavenly Father for help, she made it well enough to get her pushed to the car. Thankfully, she still had enough strength to push herself up out the wheelchair and get behind the wheel of the car. I do not trust my eyesight enough to allow me to drive on the road. I</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> was able to get her into the hospital entrance for where they do paracentesises without a lot of trouble, and around two hours later, she came out without 12 liters of excess fluid, with 4-5 more left in her abdomen.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Have you ever felt fairly confident while feeling scared to death? This is what I was going through on the way back to the house. Arlynda suggested putting down one of the bricks I was going to use to brace the makeshift ramp from the breezeway into the house on the ground next to the one step up into the breezeway to make the steps not be so high. This worked well, and I had her sitting in her wheelchair in the breezeway while I set up the ramp, tow straps and the come-along. It was going to work, but I did not count on there being so much stretch to the tow straps, and this did not allow for enough travel from the come-along to get her all of the way into the house. I was at the edge of being completely distraught when Arlynda suggested that I put down a brick next to the two steps up into the house like I had the step up into the breezeway and place a sturdy kitchen table chair with the back towards the doorway so that she could use the chair (with me sitting in it) to pull herself all of the way into the house. I did as she instructed and while I was sitting there fighting hysterics, she was up into the house.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">All of that went down last Wednesday (November 8th) and around an hour after we were home, he liver doctor's office called and told Arlynda that she could go back on a higher dose of one of her diuretics. She had to go see another doctor to finalize the process to get her an electric wheelchair last Friday (November 10th) and that went as well as Wednesday was awful. She had lost over 40 pounds and could even pick her feet up into the car unassisted!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">No, she has not started practicing her line-dancing again, but she is definitely in better spirits. So am I for the most part, but my energy level is lower than usual. That and me starting to write on Little Lost Leon again has had me being mostly socially inaccessible the last couple of months. I have been a little more active on Facebook because of my oldest daughter's husband being in and out of the hospital, but I have not been visiting any of your sites, which I really do miss.</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>The writing process with Little Lost Leon has been going slower than it did for the others. I suppose it will even out to be about the same in the end, but instead of writing all of the book and do going back to make changes 4-5 times, I am concentrating on getting each paragraph right before moving on. This has resulted in just completing the first chapter and about half of the second one so far. I will include the first chapter here as a tease.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>The book is destined to have a very happy ending, but be thou forewarned that most or it contains varying degrees of darkness. The first chapter is exceedingly dark. Therefore, if your mind is not in a good place right now, I highly recommend not proceeding further.</b></span><br />
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Lost Leon</span></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>This
is the story of Little Lost Leon, which is actually a somewhat
misleading nickname. For it is true that he was very young and
rather small for his age when people started calling him this, but
Leon was never really lost in a geographical-sense. It was in an
emotional-sense, however, an entirely different story. Therefore, we
must start at the behinning of that story in order to properly
present the full story of Little Lost Leon.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Alfred
and Ruby were as close as a brother and sister could ever be. A more
cynical soul would insist that they had to be so close to survive the
torturous abuse regularly administered by their father, but they
genuinely had a very deep affection for one another.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Their
father's name was Manfred, and he did indeed have an exceedingly black heart. For
he hid it well when it suited him, and he was not opposed to turning
on the charm when bullying would not be as effective to accomplish
his objective.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>I
suppose it is arguable that Manfred grew up in an environment that
cultivated such despicable behavior. For his mother died while
giving birth to him, and his father spent a great deal of his
remaining years spoiling his only child.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Manfred's
father certainly did not intend to raise a rotten son. It was just
that he had been so looking forward to finally becoming a father, and
it helped ease the excruciating pain he felt over losing his beloved
wife to cater to the boy's every whim.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Manfred's
father most definitely had the resources to do so. For he founded
Shire and had made a small fortune supplying wooden barrels to
distillers far and wide, which grew into a huge forune manufacturing
wagons, stage coaches and fine carriages, as well as some of the
finest furniture ever designed.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Manfred
enjoyed the gifts showered upon him by his father, but what he truly
lusted after was power. To hold the fate of someone's life in his
hands held more value to him than all of the gold in the world, but
he recognized that the great wealh at this disposal was a means to
his end.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Manfred's
first experience with how intoxicating power was to him occurred when
the house servants scurried to meet his demands, and it quickly
became a game to him to see just how much abuse they would take.
Since they all truly loved his father, they took a lot.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Manfred's
father was very endearing to all of his employees. Aside from paying
them very well, he treated them all with great respect. For he humbly
made requests instead of demanding for this or that be done, which
made his employees most willing to go above and beyond the call of
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Manfred
found his father's attitude thoroughly disgusting and counted the
days to when he could take control of his father's empire. In the
meantime, he focused his attention upon learning as much as he could
about his father's business interests in order to better recognize
opportunities ripe fpr exploitation. He also studied how other
titans of industry achieved and held their power. He was especially
impressed with slave-holders and those who treated their poorly-paid
workers like slaves.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>As
it came to pass, Manfred did not have to bide his time nearly as long
as he had calculated. For while out on the family lake in a boat
fishing with his father, his father fell overboard and drowned.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>No,
Manfred had nothing to do with it. For it truly was an accident, but
Manfred could have been prosecuted for at least depraved
indifference. For all it would have taken to save his father from
drowning was postioning the boat where Manfred could pull him to the
side and paddle back to shore, which he was perfectly capable of
doing. Whereas, Manfred just sat there in the boat and watched his
father floundering in the water until his head sank below the surface
for the last time. Ah, but there were no independent witnessess to
come forward, and Manfred was not inclined to feel any guilt—let
alone enough to compel a confession.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>In
fact, Manfred found it hilarious that his father had a hand in his
own demise—albeit indirectly. For the beer his father was drinking
too much of in celebration of his son's eighteenth birthday had been
aged in a Shire barrel and hauled in a Shire wagon. Furthermore, the
revelry led to the impromptu midnight fishing excursion upon the lake
formed from damming a creek running through Rainbow's End, which was
the name his father gave to the seculded estate he resided at with
his family located around a mile away from the Shire complex. </b></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Several
of his father's close friends and business associates still demanded
a thorough investigation be conducted, but the authorites shied away.
For they did not want to risk losing any of the substantial amount
of tax revenue they had been collecting from his father and wanted to
contiune to collect from Manfred.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>To
say that Manfred was ecstatic over what he considered to be his good
luck would be quite an understatement. For he had inherited more
money than most people could ever spend in a lifetime, as well as
hundreds of employees and their dependents to toy with like a cat
does with a mouse.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Although,
Manfred soon tired of treating his emplyees like slaves. For it was
simply too easy to him, and he hungered for much more challenging
game to savor.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>No,
that is not meant to be taken literally. For Manfred had no taste
for cannibalism. Although, the initiation rite into the underground
cabal he was a member of involved taking a bite of the heart of a
potential enemy he had just cut out while the person was still alive.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Manfred
had chosen the seven year-old son of one of his father's old business
rivals, who was actually more of a friend than a rival. Manfred
would have much preferred totally enslaving the boy's mind, body and
soul, but he recognized that some rules were worth observing. For
the underground cabal promised to be an excellent source of
information not widely distributed.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>The
cabal was indeed underground in every sense of the word. For
gatherings were held four times a year in a cave with a hidden
entrance and tunnels dug as possible escape routes. Membership was
by invitation only, and only those greatly interested in things
polite society found intolerable were invited.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>During
one of the gatherings, he learned about female circumcision. Manfred
could see where it could have its advantages, but the thought of
still being able to sexually arouse a woman after thoroughly
brutalizing her in other ways aroused him even more.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>After
agonizing over every detail for months, which was much more a labor
of love than a burden to him, Manfred was finally ready to start
implementing his master plan in earnest. The first few steps could
be completed in short order, and he looked forward to spending the
rest of his life basking in the glory of his accomplishments.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>The
first step was the secret purchase of a very rough piece of land
around five miles away from Rainbow's End and the Shire complex to
prevent prying eyes from seeing too much. Manfred accomplished this
by promising a long-time employee that he would be given clear title
to the land after he completed the establishment of a Shire branch
overseas, which should not take konger than five years. The man was
then given the money to make the purchase in his own name, with a
rider attached stipulating the reassignment of the title to Manfred
if the man did not complete his assignment.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>As
soon as the paperwork was filed, Manfred killed the man and
dismembered the body. He next dissolved the flesh in a vat of lye,
ran the bones through a hammermill and scattered the remains over a
sizable part of his newly-acquired property.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>It
should not be discounted that an evil genius is still a genius, and
Manfred was indeed an evil genius. For he chose to use lye to dissolve the body parts instead of sulfuric acid because he could produce the
lye himself without attracting any unwelcome attention. Whereas, a
large enough purchase of sulfuric acid would undoubtedly attract a
lot of unwelcome attention. Since too much bone would still remain,
he pulverized them in a common piece of machinery generally used to
process large grains, like dried corn.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Oh,
but the memories of others could not be so easily disposed of.
Therefore, Manfred chose someone who did not have any immediate
family left in the area in order to avoid the person being missed to
the extent of too many questions being asked, which would undoubtedly
lead to a hunt for him. Specifying an extended stay far away
bolstered this precaution.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>At
the end of a trail off of the main road was an abandoned homestead
with some outbuildings of various sizes that was perfect for what
Manfred wanted to accomplish. For the homestead was situated where
one had to really want to go, and it would not take much to get
ready.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Signs
were posted warning uninvited visitors to proceed at their own peril
along the trail, which was barely wide enough to accommodate a wagon.
There was once a new tax assessor who ignored the warning. For he was focused upon assessing if enough property tax was being
collected. He was never heard from again, and no formal
investigation was conducted after Manfred strongly voiced his opinion
against one. Yes, some were rather curious about why he would, but
they thought better of pursuing the matter.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>The
next step was finding a fair maiden suitable for conditioning.
Manfred stumbled some with this step. For the first one he chose
proved more willing to die than conform to his will. Despite his
bitter disappointment, Manfred was all to happy to oblige and dispose
of the body in his usual way. Then the same thing happened
again...and again...and again.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>What
is widely misunderstood is that one of the most significant aspects
to true genius is the ability to recognize and correct incorrect
thinking in spite of conventional wisdom. Consistent with this fact,
it was becoming clearly obvious to Manfred that he needed to adjust
his search parameters.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Manfred
had been sifting the dregs of society in a town around fifty miles away. He met the first two women
in different bars down by the docks, and the next two walking the
streets outside of different bars in a different part of town. His
thinking was that such women would consider it very fortunate to be
rescued from a life so full of despair and would be eager to do
anything to avoid being sent back. The trouble was that what Manfred
started subjecting them to more and more of was the proverbial last
straw that broke the back of their will to live.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Manfred
considered it pure serendipity that he wandered upon a traveling tent
revival one day. For standing outside of the entrance inviting
people in to hear the Good News was a young woman of exceptional
grace and charm by the name of Amelia.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Manfred
entered the large tent and sat in the back. He frequently glanced
over his shoulder to look at Amelia during the sermon, and he
caught her looking back at him with a smile on her face every time. The smile
grew wider as the evening progressed.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>After
the sermon was over, Manfred asked Amelia to come sit with him and
talk. They talked for hours, and the more he listened to her talk
about her faith, the more he realized the error of his ways. Well,
at least in one respect.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>You
see, Manfred had never had any use for religion of any sort. Of
course, it is arguable that he was actually very religious. For
Manfred considered himself to be a devout Darwinist and strict
adherent to the law of the jungle, but despite how tasty Amelia
looked to him at first sight, he had never considered just how much
religion could enhance the flavor of his prey.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Manfred
knew that he needed to learn as much possible about something in
order to fully exploit it, and Amelia was proving to be an excellent
teacher of her Christianity. By the end of that first encounter,
Manfred had fallen deeply in love. Not necessarily with Amelia, but
most definitely with her beliefs and how well they blended with his
original recipe. A Christian wife being subject to her husband and
forbidden from committing suicide made his mouth water.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Manfred
was having to do a lot of things differently in order to securely
ensnare Amelia. For he only had to talk for an hour or so to
convince the others to willingly come with him. Whereas, just the
first encounter with Amelia had lasted around twelve hours, and it
would take several more hours to get to the next step.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>The
next step was to formally meet and receive the blessing of Amelia's
parents. Her father was the primary evangelist of the traveling tent
revival, and her mother led the choir. They had been away on a short
missionary trip to a more remote region nearby when Manfred first met
Amelia, but they were back by the end of the week.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Amelia's
parents were concerned about Manfred being almost twice their
daughter's age. For she was still in her teens, but they could see
how happy he made her.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Amelia's
parents were even more concerned about Manfred claiming to have been
just called as a missionary to Africa, which was to begin as soon as
the reception after the wedding ceremony was over. For he was just a
newborn from a Christian perspective, and they believed only those
very mature in their faith should undertake such a challenge.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Manfred
put their minds at ease by boldly proclaiming, "If the Lord is
with him and Amelia, no one can stand against them, and unless
they fall into unrepentant sin, surely the Lord will be with them
always." He poured it on even thicker by telling them, "I
was a sinner beyond measure when I first attended your tent revival,
but your daughter led me out of the darkness and into the Light.
Now, if she is able to soothe the savage soul of someone such as I
was, who can she not reach?" The extravagant wedding Amelia
had dreamed of since she was a little girl was held three months
later.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Amelia
could not remember a time when she was happier as she sat next to her
newlywed husband driving a wagon to pick up some supplies to take on
their African missionary trip. It actually made her feel a little
guilty. For feeling the love of God in her heart should make her the
happiest, but she was fairly sure He understood. After all, she
would have never met and married Manfred if He had not brought them
together.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Manfred
was not feeling too bad, himself. For Heaven's Gate was just a few
more miles away, and he was quite confident that Amelia would
satisfy all of his despicable desires.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Calling
his place with the abandoned homestead Heaven's Gate was an inside joke to Manfred. For he absolutely rejected the notion of
Heaven and Hell actually existing as presented by religious doctrine,
but he did like the idea of Heaven and Hell being what one made them.
To further connect the dots, his Heaven was Hell to most, and this
tickled his fancy in a very twisted sort of way.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>The
beatings began as soon as Manfred gently carried Amelia over the
threshold of the cabin and roughly threw her down on the floor of the
front room. I will not go into much detail. For the horrors
Amelia was subjected to should remain unspeakable, but I can reveal
that Manfred did back off some when it became obvious that she was
with child.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>What
did not ease was the chores Amelia had to perform each day. They
included preparing meals with the foodstuffs Manfred would bring from
the storehouses at Rainbow's End. He usually made the trip once a
week and was careful not to attract any unwelcome attention. Since
the employees at Rainbow's End would dive for cover whenever they saw
him coming and stay hid until he demanded of them to present
themselves, he could usually come and go without being approached.
In regards to being spied on, his employees had been taught the very
hard way that curiosity kills more than cats.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Another
one of Amelia's chores was cleaning the house, which was mostly
after herself. For one of Manfred's most effective conditioning
tools was a narrow leather strap that would draw blood after a few well-placed blows, and this blood would splatter on the walls and floor. It
would sometimes take hours of scrubbing with a lye solution to remove
it all.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Of
course, the blood would stain the clothes of both, and Amelia was
required to wash them completely clean. She would not be allowed to
wear clothes for a week when she failed to remove all of the stains.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Yes,
Manfred was indeed diabolical to the bone. For even as bad as the
physical abuse was, the mental/spiritual abuse was even worse on
Amelia by him using her primary source of strength against her.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Manfred
had become quite versed on the content of the Bible before they were
married. Now that they were married, he would force Amelia to read
out loud certain passages emphasizing how nothing can happen unless
the Lord God Almighty wanted it to, along with passages about it
being the righteous duty of a good Christian wife to always be
subservient unto her husband.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>When
Manfred would sarcastically ask if there was anything she would like
to refute about what she had just read, Amlia would remain silent.
This had more to do with her simply not having anything to say in
rebuttal than being too afraid to speak up.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Manfred
could hardly contain his delight. For Amelia's faith had clearly
failed her, but even with her spirit appearing to be completely
broken, she remained alive and available for his good pleasure.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Manfred
had told Amelia early on that he would kill her and the baby if she
failed to provide him with a healthy son. Amelia evidently was not
as completely broken as she appeared to be. For she secretly
cherished the possibility of their early demise at his hands.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>As
the time drew nigh, Manfred hired a midwife to take care of any
potential complications with the birth. She was an older woman with
no remaining family in the area, who had been hired through a third
party to keep Manfred's involvement secret. He killed her and
disposed of the body in his usual way after her work was done.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Amelia
gave birth to a very healthy boy by the name of Alfred. Manfred had
already named him beforehand, and it was another inside joke to him.
For he had no doubt about being able to completely possess the boy's
mind, body and soul like he had his mother, but he did not want to
make it too obvious to the rest of the world. Well, at least not
yet. Oh, if you do not get it, Alfred was meant to stand for
Allfred.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>The
birth of Alfred was rather bittersweet to Amelia. For his smile
shined like a beacon in a world so full of darkness, but she had been
dreaming of this awful existence coming to an end by now.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Amealia
even seriously considered killing Alfred and herself, but she
believed that this would surely condemn her to an eternity in the
real Hell. Nonetheless, she did take some comfort in thinking that
there was no way it could be worse than what she was enduring from
Manfred.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Amelia
hoped that it would not be as bad for Alfred, and it was not—at
least not directly. For the older he became, the more his mother's
beatings hurt him.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>No,
it did not take long for Alfred to learn that it would just make
matters worse for them both to try to openly defend his mother against his
father's assaults. Oh, Manfred first considered it high
entertainment to see this toddler trying to shield his mother from
receiving anymore blows from the strap, but it stopped being so funny
when Alfred managed to burn his father's leg with a hot poker from
the fireplace. Manfred almost killed both Alfred and Amelia in a
blind rage.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Alfred's
conditioning began in earnest as soon as he recovered enough from his
first severe beating. During many of the sessions, Manfred would
make Amelia chant, "Spare the rod, spoil the child."</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Alfred
soon proved to be of enormous help to his mother with doing her
chores. This freed up some time for Amelia to start secretly
teaching him as much as she knew about reading, writing and basic
arithmetic.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Alfred
especially loved caring for the matched set of Shire draft horses his
father used to pull his wagon. He would sneak apples out to them,
and they would start whinying and prancing about in their stalls as
soon as Alfred entered the barn.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Amelia
had three miscarriages after giving birth to Alfred. She hoped to
never deliver another child, but Manfred eased off enough on her
beatings to allow for a full term to be completed.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Manfred
did not hire a midwife this time, and he was gone after more supplies
when Amelia gave birth. A crashing wave of terror engulfed her when
she saw her newborn daughter.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Amelia
did not know what to do. She truly believed that Manfred would make
good on his threat to kill her and the baby girl, which was not such
a bad thought. For this would finally put an end to her torture, and
stop it before it really began for her daughter. Nonetheless, she
could not bear the thought of what would probably happen to her
beloved Alfred after his father was left with only him to focus upon.
Alfred had been doing a good job of pretending to be fairly well
conditioned, but Amelia was afraid that it would not be enough to
sufficiently appease his father.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Amelia's
head was spinning too much to fully collect her thoughts for what
seemed to her to be a long, long time. She was finally able to
instruct Alfred to take his little sister out to the barn and hide
her in the pile of straw used as fresh bedding for the horses. She
managed a little smile in recognition of the irony to having her
daughter hid in a pile of straw and her birth being the proverbial
last straw that would break the back of her husband's self-control,
and she hoped that he would kill her and both of their children in
the blind rage that would surely ensue.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Manfred
charged into the cabin carrying his daughter by her right leg and
flung her across the room toward the fireplace. Alfred was able to
catch his little sister before she landed in the fire, but he could
only watch in horror as his father drug his mother out of the cabin
by her hair. He did not hear his mother utter a sound, and he never
saw her again. Alfred was not yet five years-old.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Manfred
went back into the cabin fully intending to put the baby girl out of
his misery, but he stopped short when he saw how tenderly Alfred was
holding his little sister. For Manfred held out hope that Alfred
could be molded into what he considered to be the perfect son with
more conditioning, and his little sister looked like the leverage to
use against any resistance the boy might harbor.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Both
of the horses used to pull the wagon were mares, and one had just had
a foal. So, there was milk with colostrum for the baby.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Alfred
was not taught about such by their mother. He just observed how much
the foal craved the milk and speculated that it must contain
essential nutrients, which might be also good for his little sister.
She thrived on it, along with more typical food items Alfred mashed
to make it easier for her to ingest and digest.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Alfred
was even more of a genius than their father. For he could master
something after watching it being done once. Moreover, he could make
adjustments to the process that would result in improvements most had never thought of.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>In
sharp contrast to their father, Alfred was highly sensitive to the
needs and wants of others, and he would always strive to meet them
when possible. He never condemned another for their shortcomings,
and it was completely against his nature to seek to force others to
do things against their will.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Unfortunately,
their father recognized all of that in his son and sought to take full
advantage of it. This created a lot of conflict within Alfred, and
there was many a night when he cried himself to sleep.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Alfred's
little sister had been born with fairly long red hair covering her
head, as well as a smile bright enough to lighten even the darkest of
moods. Therefore, Alfred concluded that Ruby was the perfect name
for her—even though it would undoubtedly leave a hint of
bittersweet upon his tongue every time he spoke it. For it would be
in reference to a gold necklace studded with rubies that seemed to
glow like embers in a fire pit that their mother had once coveted.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>The
full story to the necklace was told to Alfred by their mother during
a lesson about the seven deadly sins listed in the Bible. She had
seen it around the lovely neck of a lady riding in a carriage fit for
a princess that was being driven past the traveling tent revival
their mother's parents were in charge of. The lady in the carriage
had been looking at their mother standing outside of the entrance to
the tent, and had smiled sweetly when she saw their mother looking
back at her. Their mother immediately felt awful for wanting
something another had been given.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Their
father never acknowledged the name his son had given his daughter.
He just called her girl. Alfred and Ruby both wished their father
would never acknoledgedge either one of their existences at all.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Manfred
knew just how far to take the beatings without doing any permanent
physical damage, but the blood aways flowed down the back of their
legs before they were over. Sometimes he beat them just for his own
good pleasure. Needless to say, the hideous scars left on their
souls were permaanent.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>As
Ruby grew older, Alfred taught her how to cook and clean well enough
to appease their father when it was possible. Alfred also secretly
taught her how to read, write and count like their mother had done
for him.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Alfred
was worried that Ruby might slip up and make their father aware of
their very rudimentary education. For Manfred wanted his children to
be completely dependent upon him for everything, and being educated
might encourage them to think that they could function on their own.
Fortunately, Ruby always played as dumb around their father as her
big brother did.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>It
was not always an act. For Ruby was generally as dim-witted as
Alfred was bright, but her heart was every bit as good as his.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>The
days passed like sorghum molasses flowed during cold weather, and
both children dreamed of leaving their hellish existences far behind.
Alfred had been quite confident for some time that he could easily
make good on his own escape. For years of decadent living had taken
a great toll upon their father's overall health, but he feared that
Ruby was too frail. So, he would wait until she was strong enough.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>By
the time Ruby reached ten years of age, she was unwilling to wait
much longer. For she had noticed a certain look becoming more and
more prnounced in their father's eye when he watched her doing chores
around the house. She did not understand just exactly what this
could mean, but she had a very omnious feeling growing in the pit of
her stomach.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>One
of the wisest things Alfred had done up to that point was keep his
brilliance obscured from their father's sight. For Alfred did not
want to be perceived as threat to his master plan, but it sometimes
felt so good to push their father past the boundaries of his comfort
zone. Besides, the beatings were far less severe when he was too
tired to swing his favorite leather strap or whatever he could get
his hands on at the time with the usual amount of force and
repetition. This was one of those times.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Ruby
recognized that it was probably now or never while watching their
father chase after Alfred with a wooden barrel stave in his hand and
blood in his eye. For at the point where Alfred usually doubled back
toward the house to keep their father's attention focused upon him
and spare her from being too much on the receiving end of his wrath,
Alfred kept going away from the house.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>When
they were out of sight, Ruby took off as fast as she could run down
the trail that led from the cabin to the main road. She did not know
this because neither her or her brother had been allowed to travel
down the trail, but it went in the opposite direction of where Alfred
was heading with their father not far behind.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Ruby
made it out to the main road and turned downhill toward the south.
She desperately wanted to keep going, but her spindly legs were
telling her that they would not go much farther without some rest.
She spotted a thick patch of tall grass beside the road and decided
to hide in it for a little while.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Riding
upon a dark wave of physical and emotional exhaustion washing over
Ruby was the thought that surely her beloved brother did not have
much longer to live if he did not make good on his own escape. She
started to visibly shake as the tears flowed down her cheeks.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Ruby
was tired to the point of her bones aching, but she fought with all
of her remaining strength to stay awake. For she so wanted to see
her big brother coming down the road to find her. Weariness won the
battle, though.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>It
so happened that Alfred did not have to make good on his own escape.
For while their father was chasing him, their father started gasping heavily for
breath. As their father turned around to head back to the house, he
grabbed at his chest and collapsed in a heap.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Alfred
had already stopped running away, but he remained where he was at for
quite some time while keeping a wary eye upon their father, who lay
motionless where he had fell. It looked like he was not breathing to
Alfred, but he was deathly afraid their father was merely
pretending to be dead so he could grab Alfred when he came close
enough.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Alfred
finally started to approach their father with great caution, and
after poking him really hard with the barrel stave, Alfred could see
that there was no trick being played. Their father was indeed dead.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Alfred
wanted to immediately rush back to the cabin to tell Ruby the good
news, but it was hard for him to wrap his head around the truth being
that the nightmare might be finally over. He had to make sure before
heading back to the house to tell Ruby.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Alfred
struggled with his dilemma for a few moments and decided to drag
their father's lifeless body over to a low place in the ground
nearby. He then piled rocks over the body until there was a sizable
mound. No, their father was not going to be able to crawl out from
his makeshift grave. Alfred planned on coming back to add even larger
stones to the pile just to be more securely on the safe side, but he
now needed to go tell Ruby that they were finally free.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Ruby
awoke to the loud sound of wooden wagon wheels creaking. It also
felt like she was being jostled some in the back of a moving wagon,
but she could not see for sure because her eyelids were simply too
heavy to raise. Just before drifting back into a deep sleep, a smile
crossed her face while thinking that Alfred must of escaped and
driven their father's wagon to pick her up. For surely she would
have been writhing in agony by then if he had not.</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Alfred
made it back to the cabin to find Ruby not there. He next searched
the barn and the rest of the outbuildings to no avail.</b></span></span></div>
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<b style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alfred
finally spotted her footprints in the dust on the trail heading away
from the cabin, and he tracked her to where she had lain in the tall
grass. This is where she appeared to disappear. There were some
adult boot-prints coming from where it looked like a wagon had
recently passed, and the boot-prints were a little deeper on the way back to the
road from the patch of tall grass. Alfred could only hope that
whoever had came upon Ruby had good intentions as he followed the
wagon tracks toward what he would soon discover as being more than he
could have ever imagined.</b></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349087080262856079noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794620494458886025.post-38201568037647571272017-10-05T08:09:00.000-05:002017-10-05T08:09:28.001-05:00V.L. Sullivan<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>I
was able to find a lot about my actual roots the past few months. My
biological mother's name is Ruby Mae Halfacre, and I have that on
very good authority. For the source of my information was a friend
of Ruby's and was actually there in the hospital at the time of my
birth. The identity of my biological father is still a little iffy,
but I am 99% sure that it is V.L. Sullivan. It will be about another
year before Arkansas is ready to release original birth certificates.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Ruby
Mae Halfacre was born on November 15, 1928 in Swifton, Arkansas,
which is a small town a few miles from Newport in Jackson County.
She physically died on April 28, 1980 in Newport. It is rather
interesting to me that she died on Sam (my first wife) and I's third
wedding anniversary and a little less than a month before our oldest
daughter's (Vicki) second birthday.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Ruby's
father was also born in Arkansas on November 24, which is the day I
was born on. Although, her father was born in 1878 while I was born
in 1957. He physically died on October 23, 1936 in Jackson County,
Arkansas (a day after my adoptive mom's 10<sup>th</sup> birthday).</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Ironically,
Ruby married Howard Halfacre, who must have been a cousin (at least I
really hope). They had several children together, and then he
physically died in 1950. So, he could not be my biological father.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Sometime
between 1950 and 1955, Ruby and V.L. Sullivan hooked up. For they
had a son by the name of Jimmy in 1955. If they were ever married,
she did not take his last name, and they stayed together until her
death in 1980.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>V.L.
was born on March 8, 1914. I failed to find where. He physically
died on November 29, 1989 and is buried next to Ruby in Auverge a few
miles outside of Newport.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>I
failed to find a bunch of things about V.L.—including even what
V.L. Stands for. I hope to get in touch with my supposed older
brother someday to fill in the blanks about both of our biological
parents. I know that he drove a school bus in the Newport district
for many years, but I have not been able to find a good telephone
number for him so far. Going down there is completely out of the
question with Arlynda and I being in such poor physical health.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Since
Jimmy was merely two years-old at the time of my birth, He probably
has no idea that I exist. Subsequently, he would not have any idea
why they did not keep me, but it seems fairly clear to me. For V.L. would have been 43 at the time of my birth and Ruby 39. With them
already having lived a rather rough life, along with having a two year-old
at home, they probably just did not feel like they had the
wherewithal to care for another baby.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>By
the way, I rather like the idea of actually being physically born a
Sullivan. For I found that the solidly Irish name comes from a word
in an old, old form of Irish Gaelic that means hawk-eyed. As I have
said on a number of occasions, I was created to be our Heavenly
Father's Fishhawk, who is an aggressive fisher of men (and women, of
course). The aggressiveness has waned considerably since 1993, but the desire to introduce as many as possible to our Heavenly Father
(starting with those who believe they already know Him well) still
burns like a raging inferno in my heart.</b></span></span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349087080262856079noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794620494458886025.post-16113699454526800072017-09-27T01:49:00.002-05:002017-09-27T01:49:37.167-05:00Trump Cards<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>40-something
years ago, I learned how to play Hearts and Spades. I do not
remember the specifics to the card games, and I did not want to spend
the time and energy searching for what is on the web about them.
What I do remember, however, is that they involved playing a card
that triumphed over the others played during a hand/round. Hence,
the shortened name of trump.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>I
do not know if the last name of the current American president
originated from a card game, but I think it would be rather ironic.
For he seems very fond of playing games.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>No,
President Trump is not the only one fond of playing games. For there
are trump cards being played by every special interest group.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>A
lot has been heard recently about the black community playing their
race card whenever they meet some resistance to changing things in
their favor, but the brown, red and even white communities have their
own race cards. Only the Asian community in America seems fairly
content to suffer in relative silence while working really hard at
moving into position to live a much better life after the others have exhausted
all of their resources fighting each other.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>No,
it is not just in the matters of race that there is a trump card.
American women have their gender equality card. The American LGBT
community has their gender identity card. American conservatives
play their Second Amendment, fiscal responsibility and Christian
nation cards while the American liberals/progressives counter with
their evolving constitution, women's rights and separation of church
and state cards. Ah, but do not they all get lost in the political
shuffle?</b></span></span></span></div>
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<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Take
for example the current political issue over professional football
(NFL) players refusing to stand during the playing of the National
Anthem before the start of a game. For just how many Americans still
remember that the protest started out with the San Francisco 49ers' quarterback at the time sitting on the sideline over alleged police
brutality of black people? Are not the vast majority of pundits now talking about it being a
matter of having the freedom to disrespect our traditional values or
not?</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Quite
frankly, I do not have a problem with the players kneeling instead of
standing at attention. For kneeling has always been a sign of
deference to a higher power or surrender during a time of conflict.
Does the players now kneeling mean that they have surrendered their
position?</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>I
would have a problem with the players milling about on the sideline
during the playing of the National Anthem, but I recognize the fact
that Americans are supposed to have the freedom to do such ignoble
things. Nonetheless, just because you have the legal right to do
something does not mean that you should. </b></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Alas,
I have I come to truly loathe just how much of “me” our Heavenly
Father has allowed to remain intact after He started truly changing
me. For I can clearly see that most of our fights over political
issues are simply setting the stage for the antichirst to take power
over this entire world someday much sooner than later, which is in
accordance unto our Heavenly Father's will, but these issues are
still upsetting to me. Does this mean that I do not really believe
that He knows what He is doing? Be assured that it most certainly
does not, but it bothers me even more that I still want to fix things
that the Lord God Almighty has broken to accomplish His purposes. </b></span></span></span>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349087080262856079noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794620494458886025.post-51697246566992482742017-09-11T00:29:00.000-05:002017-09-11T15:14:06.853-05:00Bullies with Badges<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>There
has been an alleged (sometimes obvious) case of excessive force being
employed by law enforcement officers making the national news on a
regular basis lately. After attending the Mayweather/McGregor prize
fight in Las Vegas, Nevada on August 26<sup>th</sup>, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Bennett_(defensive_lineman,_born_1985)"><span style="color: blue;">[Michael
Bennett]</span></a>, a star NFL (Seattle Seahawks) defensive end,
found himself with a knee in his back and a pistol pointed at his
head.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>In
all fairness, I cannot blame the cops for initially taking Bennett
into custody. For they were responding to shots being reportedly
fired in a nightclub section of a casino, and there was this rather
large (6'4”, 274 pounds) man hiding behind a slot machine, who
attempted to run away when he saw them. Quite frankly, I would have
shot him for daring to wear such a hideous suit of clothes out in
public. (Just kidding...kinda.)</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Seriously,
I have been made well aware of not having the natural temperament to
be a law enforcement officer. For I would want to put a hole in
someone just for giving me grief over enforcing a minor infraction
while letting a person get away with just about anything up to murder
if they were nice in their dealings with me. No, neither way is
acceptable.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Maybe
not. For fearful constituents demand greater protective measures
while oppression breeds rebellion that adds all the more to the fear.
It is literally the proverbial vicious circle.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Be
assured that it is really not any worse now than it has been down
through the ages. For it is just that with more and more always
carrying cell phones with the capability to record videos that can be
instantly broadcast to billions, less and less goes unnoticed.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Nonetheless, law enforcement has brought much of their trouble
upon themselves. For instead of seeking to treat everyone they meet
on their beat as those they have sworn to protect and serve until a
situation warrants a different approach, far too many officers assume
that far too many are guilty (or at least probable perpetrators) of
some criminal activity. Yes, race has proven to be a factor.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Much
of that comes from the top down. I still shake my head in disgust
over hearing the answer given by the chief of police in Los Angeles,
California during a press conference twenty-some years ago. He was
asked why so many of the officers under his command generally treated
people so disrespectfully. His answer was, “We are not out there
on the streets to make friends. We are out there to keep the peace.”</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Come
on now, would you not be much more likely to feed the police
information if you were on a friendly basis with at least the
officers you regularly see in your area, which could make their job much, much easier? Why is this so hard for law
enforcement to understand and cultivate?</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Speaking
of disrespect, it now appears to be standard procedure for officers
to always aim for center-mass when pulling the trigger of their
firearm, which is likely to result in the death of a suspect. Should
not anyone authorized to carry a firearm be skilled enough to simply
wound someone when no other means can be used to take them into
custody? Yes, there are situations where a wounded suspect would be
even more of a danger to innocent bystanders, but there have been
many killed by officers who did not need to die.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>On
the other hand, I can see where killing a suspect would save the
authorities a lot of money. For there would not be any expenses for
hospitalization incurred—not to mention no trial and incarceration
expenses.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Yes,
defending against a wrongful death lawsuit has to be quite
prohibitive, but bullies tend to not worry about such. Who else
would want to wear a badge if things keep going as they have been?</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Speaking
of bullies, they are generally cowards by nature, and how cowardly is
it to shot first at someone just thought to be armed? This has been
happening far too often.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>As
with everything else, it is all in accordance unto our Heavenly
Father's will, but just because He has allowed things to go bad does
not mean that they have to stay that way. In many cases, bad
situations are meant to encourage us to want to get closer to Him.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Of
course, I could be woefully deceived. What say you?</b></span></span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349087080262856079noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794620494458886025.post-52306279092512713822017-09-07T23:48:00.001-05:002017-09-07T23:49:23.662-05:00Bad Stewards<div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>During
my formative years, I was taught in a very conservative Southern
Baptist community that Christ Jesus entrusted His church to conduct
His affairs in this world until His glorified return, and that its
members were to give/tithe at least 10% of their resources (mainly in
the form of money they had been led to believe they had earned) to
fund this work. The doctrine is called Stewardship, and I now know
that it is incorrect in a number of ways. I will be focusing upon
only a couple of them in this piece, though.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>First
of all, Christ Jesus is not absent from this world. Yes, there will
come a day when He will visibly return in all of His most awesome
glory to openly rule over this entire world, but in the meantime, He
is just as much everywhere, all of the time, in Spiritual form as He
ever has been. Secondly, Christ Jesus has always known everything
that there will ever be to know about everyone since long before He
created this world. Subsequently, there is no entrusting anyone with
anything. That is, at least not in the way we naturally think. Yes,
He wants His chosen servants to help the lost and confused to get to
really know Him by being shining reflections of His goodness and
mercy against the darkness of Spiritual ignorance, but that is a far
cry from calling Christians to truly seek and to save the lost, which
is what far too many have been lad to believe.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Alas,
even if it was true that believers are called to be Christ Jesus'
hands and feet in His absence, why are so many conservative
Protestants screaming the loudest about removing the illegal aliens
from America and closing the borders to all but a very select few new
immigrants? How can they seriously tell anyone about the love of
Christ Jesus after leading the charge against some of the most
helpless people in this world?</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>No,
they are not thinking about that. They are just thinking about not
sharing the bounty they sincerely believe they have worked hard for
with mostly Catholic immigrants, who have illegally entered this
country—regardless of their reason being absolute desperation.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Hey,
these hard-core conservatives are the kind of people I grew up with,
and I am not chunkin' rocks at just Southern Baptists, neither. For
there are plenty of Methodists, Presbyterians, Lutherans,
Pentecostals and even some Catholics involved.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>In
all fairness, we most definitely need much better border security
measures to guard against terrorism, drug trafficking and plain,
old-fashioned smuggling, but who I am talking about here are
desperate people just wanting to escape abject poverty and no hope of
it ever getting any better in their places of birth. No, I do not
want people coming in who do not really want to become Americans, but
even the vast majority of those pose no threat to our American way of
life.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>I
do not mind some accommodations being made for those not growing up
speaking English. For I am all too painfully aware of just how
difficult the language can be to master—especially American
English, with dozens of words meaning basically the same thing and/or
something completely different, depending upon the context and/or
correct spelling. For example: John loved going fishing in his
Ranger bass boat when he was not out on tour, playing bass with his
rock band.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>On
the other hand, I do not think it is at all unreasonable for those
wanting to actually live here to have to have at least a rudimentary
grasp of the language to get along well. After all, I cannot imagine
moving to France and fully enjoy living there without knowing more
than a few words of French.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>All
of the screaming about illegal aliens taking jobs away from good,
tax-paying American citizens is pure nonsense. Do you want a
seasonal job harvesting fruit and vegetables? How about working on
the line in a chicken plant? Beef or pork processing, then? Oh, I
forgot about lawn care and housecleaning. Now, those are jobs that
many red-blooded Americans dream about having.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Besides,
how can anyone truly in their right-mind refuse to share what they
can with the less fortunate? For they know full well that everything
they have has been a gift from our Heavenly Father. Even the desire
to work hard is a gift from Him.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>So,
just how many self-proclaimed good Christians truly are in their
right-mind? I know now that I was not until our Heavenly Father
changed me, which did not happen until 29 years after I went forward
to publicly accept salvation and be baptized.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Even
if you do not want to believe any of that, did you have a choice of
where and when you were physically born into this world? Can you
really afford to place all of your bets upon your ability to be
successful at this supposed game of life, governed by the law of the
jungle?</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>What
comes next? What if it is indeed true that many of those on top in
this world will be on the bottom in the next? How can a few, very
short years in this world compare with the whole of eternity?</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Of
course, I could be woefully deceived. What say you? </b></span></span></span>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349087080262856079noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794620494458886025.post-21190638265356385012017-09-03T05:29:00.000-05:002017-09-03T05:29:39.609-05:00Grey Lives Mattered<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddhas_of_Bamiyan" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="272" data-original-width="330" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjympwVgDfMdp86lZ-NzCd4kSt-_nfH9q_qy2MmXrkjGS9RfyCGV8EJlKCa0DYzgvzyzf4xjmgAV7chSFIKUyYA3VQMluEw1bBxTtWDB1CWj1phk8JbcGWLT8lcOuz6LYhtw9NeEVaKPfk/s320/Afghanistan+Buddhist+Statue.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>There
was world-side outrage over the Taliban destroying two gigantic
<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddhas_of_Bamiyan"><span style="color: blue;">[Buddhist
statues]</span></a> that stood as significant pieces of the region's
history and ancient culture. Aside from that, their artistic value
was priceless. It was the same in regards to ISIS looting and
destroying priceless artifacts of the ancient Assyrian Empire in
<a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/2015/09/150901-isis-destruction-looting-ancient-sites-iraq-syria-archaeology/"><span style="color: blue;">[Iraq
and Syria]</span></a>.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Yes,
it is the way of this world that the victors reap the spoils and
despoil the treasurers of the vanquished. Many Protestant churches
were burned while the Catholics held power in Britain a few hundred
years ago. The Protestants returned the favor when they came out on
top. Does this make it right?</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Please
understand that I am not a Klansman, Neo-Nazi or white supremacist in
any way, shape or form. In fact, I despise everything those
organizations stand for. Nonetheless, I think it is an absolute
shame that unbridled political correctness is effecting the
destruction of Confederate memorials in this country.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>What's
next? Do we rename the United States military installations named
for Confederate war heroes? <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_Benning"><span style="color: blue;">[Fort
Benning]</span></a> in Georgia was named after Confederate Brig.
General Henry Benning. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_Bragg"><span style="color: blue;">[Fort
Bragg]</span></a> in North Carolina was named after Confederate
General Braxton Bragg. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_Gordon"><span style="color: blue;">[Fort
Gordon]</span></a> in Georgia was named after Confederate Lt. General
John Brown Gordon. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_A.P._Hill"><span style="color: blue;">[Fort
A.P. Hill]</span></a> in Virginia was named after Confederate Lt.
General A.P. Hill. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_Hood"><span style="color: blue;">[Fort
Hood]</span></a> in Texas was named after Confederate General John
Bell Hood. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_Lee_(Virginia)"><span style="color: blue;">[Fort
Lee]</span></a> in Virginia was named after Confederate General
Robert E. Lee. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_Pickett"><span style="color: blue;">[Fort
Pickett]</span></a> in Virginia was named after Confederate Major
General George Pickett. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_Polk"><span style="color: blue;">[Fort
Polk]</span></a> in Louisiana was named after Confederate Lt. General
Leonidas Polk. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_Rucker"><span style="color: blue;">[Fort
rucker]</span></a> in Alabama was named after Confederate Colonel
Edmund Rucker. </b></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Should
we level the Washington and Jefferson memorials in Washington, D.C.
because they owned slaves? The White House was mostly built by
slaves. So, it has to be razed—right?</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>On
the same note, how about doing away with the Ford Motor Company and
all of its affiliates? After all, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_International_Jew"><span style="color: blue;">[Henry
Ford]</span></a> was right in there with Adolph Hitler when it came
to antisemitism.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Come
to think of it, should not all traces of the Holocaust be completely
removed because of how offensive they may be to some in one way or
another if political correctness is to be followed wherever it may
lead? Be assured that there is great wisdom in having vestiges of
even some very dark times in full view of future generations in the
hope that they are not repeated. </b></span></span></span>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16349087080262856079noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794620494458886025.post-40179636572603931742017-08-31T03:48:00.000-05:002017-08-31T03:57:28.987-05:00Pulling the Plug on SiteHoundSniffs<div style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>It
is with great sadness that I must announce the closure of
SiteHoundSniffs.com on September 27, 2017. The email address
associated with the site </i><span style="color: black;"><i>(<a href="mailto:jerryebeuterbaugh@sitehoundsniffs.com">jerryebeuterbaugh@sitehoundsniffs.com</a>)</i></span><i>
will also come to an end on that date. So, if someone sends you an
email from that address or leaves a comment on your site appearing to
have something to do with SiteHoundSniffs.com after September 27, be
assured that it is not coming from me. If you want, you can email me
at <a href="mailto:fishhawk7@gmail.com">fishhawk7@gmail.com</a>.</i></b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>What
you just read is now on the home page of SiteHoundSniffs. I had such
high hopes, but there is simply not enough traffic to justify the
expense required to keep the site going for another year. It was
because of our main computer suddenly dying on August 9<sup>th</sup>
that kept me offline for around three weeks, and the $210.00 we spent
upon purchasing a refurbished one ate up the funds that could have
kept SiteHoundSniffs going.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Another
reason for ending SiteHoundSniffs is that I am to spend my available
time and energy upon writing again, and the content of many pf the
articles to be published here will undoubtedly upset a great many in one
way or another. Alas, there does not seem to be a lot of tolerance
going around these days—even among the more bleeding heart liberal
types.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Oh,
and I am to start leaving regular comments here and there again,
which will certainly stir-up some “stuff” when I may not be in
full agreement with the author of the article or even some of the
other commentators. Be assured that my comments will always be
respectful, but that does not count for much to far too many when I
am trying to convey something they vehemently disagree with.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Oh
yeah, I foresee getting into all sorts of trouble, which would cause
most advertisers to shy away. It probably would not help drive more
traffic toward SiteHoundSniffs, neither.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>It
was an easy decision to let the site directory end while I was
thinking that only three people had visited it in July. A closer
look at the stats available to me proved that I had been looking in
the wrong column. For that total of three in July was referring to
the average page-views per visitor, and SiteHoundSniffs had actually
received over 40,000 hits in July. When consulting a very close
friend, he wondered just how many of those hits came from
web-crawling bots—not actual people. Nonetheless, we simply cannot
really afford to spend the $200.00 necessary to renew for another
year, and our Heavenly Father wants me to focus upon the real purpose
for entering cyberspace in the first-place.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Yes,
that includes publishing at least a couple more books. I have two
more crumbs/chapters to add to the end of <span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://fishhawkdroppings.blogspot.com/search/label/The%20Crackerhead%20Chronicles">[The
Crackerhead Chronicles]</a> </span>swirling around in my head, as
well. I will see about converting <a href="http://fishhawkdroppings.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: blue;">[FishHawk
Droppings]</span></a> to pages instead of posts to make it easier to
insert new books in the order they should be read.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>When
the previous main computer died, we lost use of MS Office. The copy
we had was from 2010, and we had already installed it upon the two
computers allowed by its license. So, I am learning how to use the
free <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apache_OpenOffice"><span style="color: blue;">[Apache
OpenOffice]</span></a> program, which is proving to not be as
difficult as I feared. I have discovered that it can even convert
documents into a PDF!</b></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Arlynda
and I's physical health is as poor as ever, but at least we do not
appear to be getting any worse. Arlynda's mother (who had been living
with us) dying last January 15<sup>th</sup>) has been a rather
bittersweet experience (to say the least). At least we have been
able to clear-out some of the clutter. She had a lot of hoarder to
her, and we still feel like we are doing something wrong when finding
an empty cat food tin and throwing it in the trash. Be assured that
we sure wish our turns to be delivered from this prison of a world
will come much sooner than later.</b></span></span></span></div>
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<a href="http://fishhawkdroppings.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><u><b>[FishHawk
Droppings]</b></u></span></span></span></a></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">As many of you-all
already know, I have been trying to reconnect with my children for the past several
years. Sadly, it has not been going all
that well for a number of reasons I will not disclose, but I have been recently
told that one of my grandsons is an internet whiz. This has bolstered my hope that he will want
to become involved with SiteHoundSniffs much sooner than later and take the
reins of the directory when I can no longer hold them. So, this piece is more for his benefit than
anyone else, but I suspect that many of you-all are dying to learn just what is
going on behind the scenes. Of course,
many of the following steps can be automated with a few lines of code that I
hope my grandson will want to learn (if he does not already know it).<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Step 1:</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Find the site.
Since I already have links to around 10,000 sites, this step mostly involves
looking in a private list, and with each site usually having links to several
other sites, the begating goes on and on.
Virtually all of the sites on my private lists came from individual’s
blogrolls and favorite sites lists.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Step 2:</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Quickly glance over the site to see if it has enough content
to justify inclusion. A site with less
than a dozen posts is usually dropped unless the entries are truly outstanding
in one way or another.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Step 3:</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Seek to find the actual name of the owner and an
email/Facebook address to send private communication to. This information goes in the “Littermates” MS
Excel spreadsheet.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Step 4:</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Google Bookmark (not to be confused with Google Chrome
Bookmarking) the site under zzzd (don’t ask).<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Step 5:</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> As part of the Google Bookmarking process, the site
name (sometimes) will come up in a separate dialogue box. Copy and paste it to a blank area of the MS
Word Notifications document (again, don’t ask).<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Step 6:</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Also on the
separate dialogue box from the bookmarking process is the site’s URL. Copy and paste it to the dialogue box involved
in attaching a hyperlink to the site’s name in a Word document.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Step 7:</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Copy the
hyperlinked site’s name and paste it to the first column of the “SiteHoundSniffs
Master MS Excel spreadsheet.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Step 8:</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Click on the hyperlinked site’s name to insure that it
works.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Step 9:</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Copy the site’s URL from the browser address bar and
paste it in the second column of the “Master” MS Excel spreadsheet.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Step 10:</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Type the corresponding Littermates row number in the
third column of Master spreadsheet.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Step 11:</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Seek to find the country of origin for the site. If found, type it into the fourth column of Master
spreadsheet.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Step 12:</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Seek to determine what the site is really all about
and list each category in a column of the Master spreadsheet. No, one cannot rely upon the site title. For a site that sounds like it is about
Cooking/Foodstuffs may be actually about humorous observations, and a site that
looks like it is from India may be actually from Singapore.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Step 13:</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Make a screenshot of the site header/logo if the “Save
Image As” function is not available from right-clicking.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Step 14:</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Resize the site header/logo to 300 x 100
(pixels). This might involve a few
additional steps to make the image more presentable.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Step 15:</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Go to SiteHoundSniffs.com and pull up the “All” page
in the categories. Click-on “Edit Page”
at the top.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Step 16:</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Scroll down though the content in the text-editor box
until you come to where the new site should be placed in alphanumeric order. Left-click to the right side of the image
immediately ahead, and click “Enter.”
Then click-on “Add Media” in the text-editor options.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Step 17:</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Click-on “Upload Files” when the “Insert Media”
dialogue box comes up. Click-on “Select
Files.” Find the folder where the Site
headers are saved on your computer and upload the new site header to the SiteHoundSniffs
Media Library.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Step 18:</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> The new site header will be already selected in this
first round, and the dialogue box will be shifted down to where the image link
can be pasted/typed in at this time.
Another way is to link the image through the options in the text-editor.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Step 19:</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Click-on “Update” to the right of the
text-editor. After the update has been
made, click-on “View Page” above the text-editor.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Step 20:</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Click-on the new site image to make sure it is correctly
linked.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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21(+):</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Repeat the previous steps (with a
couple of exceptions) involved in adding the new site in its other categories
and country, along with “News.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Final
Step:</span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Send a notification email or
Facebook message to the owner of the site that explains what SiteHoundSniffs is
and gives an option to have the site immediately removed. This notification is left as a comment when a
way to send it privately is not found.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Removal
Steps: </span></b><b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">If an owner wants
their site removed, most of the previous steps are reversed. The Google Bookmark tag is switched from “zzzd”
to “x,” and the owner is notified that their site has been completely removed
from the directory. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Yeah, I have
probably scared-off my grandson, but by the time he is old enough to take over
the management, there might be some revenue rolling in. Besides, a code can be written to automate
most of the steps, which will drastically speed-up the process (not to mention
make it much, much easier).<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Speaking of not
being so easy for me, I am currently trying to learn what to do to develop an app
for Android smartphones and tablets that will enable people to simply give the
icon a tap to go to SiteHoundSniffs. I
would also like to develop an iOS/Apple app, but I discovered that one has to
have a Mac to run Xcode, which is the Apple developers platform. Android Studio is needed to develop Android
apps, and there are free versions of it for both Windows and OS/Apple
computers. Now, there is a way to run
Xcode on a Windows computer, but one has to download a free VMware program that converts a
portion of their computer into a Mac.
One has to also purchase the latest version of Mac OS X (at this time). So, I will probably just hire some to write
the iOS app if the Android app proves to be fairly popular. Oh how I would like to go on another rant
about just how rotten Apple truly is, but this would probably be cutting off my
nose to spite my face.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Alas, it will
probably be a year or so more before there is any advertising revenue to share,
but the steady growth of the traffic has been encouraging. There are now over 1,500 unique visitors from
all over this world coming by each mother, and the number would rise
exponentially if more of the Littermates would start promoting the directory
more. Hey, it is in the best interest of
us all.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Our physical health
is basically the same. The last two
times Arlynda went in for a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paracentesis"><span style="color: blue;">[paracentesis]</span></a>,
they pumped-off over eight liters of fluid.
Getting her to the hospital and back in the house is very hard on me,
but her feeling much better afterward makes it well worth it.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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