? " H A P P Y " ... ... DADDEES' DAY ?

" order " " by god ! "

AND THE SAME REASON ... ... DADDEE is GOD ... ...

that HE, the DADDEE - GOD, SEPARATED ME FROM MY T H R E E.*

SAME DEAL = y1990

Romans 13:1 ... ... King James' MOTHER - F U C K

"Let every soul be subject unto

the higher powers.

There is no power but by God:

the powers that be are ordained by God." Then y1994, thus:  two appellate of 25 total judges, Ms Rosemary Shaw Sackett and Mr Terry Huitink: = "LOOKING @ the RECORD BEFORE US, I DO NOT THINK THAT WE COULD HAVE BEEN MORE WRONG." in re the UNevolved Sperm Source. *

....................... Mother - Fucking ........................... in both the 20th & 21st Centuries

From Aunt Lydia, the handmaids' handler

"This may not seem ordinary to you right now.

But after a time, it will.  This will become ordinary."

       s2, e1, Hulu's The Handmaid's Tale.  It has.  It is.  

From Under His Eye and

with f r e e d o m a relic of The Past,

Commander W's wife in re Offred, 

"She's devious.  Always, always plotting.

Always wanting more.  

She wants to see The Child.

Her Child.  From ... ... b e f o r e."

       s2, e6, Hulu's The Handmaid's Tale.

https://www.hulu.com/watch/1275686

... ... to STUDY as students anywhere: WAR NO MORE

" A day of infamy for us oldsters: it was on May 4, 1970, when the U.S. National Guard killed four unarmed students at Kent State University in Ohio who were protesting the Vietnam War. That inspired this song by Neil Young:

" of https://whyevolutionistrue.wordpress.com/2018/05/04/friday-hili-dialogue-198 


MICAH 4:3 = " ... ...  they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruninghooks: nation shall not lift up a sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more. "

... ... ... ... A Pogrom of a Different Genus

… … A Pogrom of a Different Genus … …

This day, a Friday 58 years ago in 1960, Willard Albert William Maas and Annabelle Mae Holden Maas hosted and backed a certain, conducted event.  This matter was in preparation for Willard’s re – enrolling as an Iowa State University undergraduate; Willard had had to drop out of ISU in 1939, after his contracting the poliomyelitis virus back at his age of 19 then.  He was to begin again with its Spring Quarter of 1960, this term commencing in March; and his going there to Ames then with their eldest of four children, 16 – year – old Sydra, only the two of them, to reside at its 840 Pammel Court.  Exactly similar metal / quonset housing units are here  
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/506655026805533841 and
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/506655026805533809 ––
with another one (some years later, of course) as well Zachary Adam’s actual very first home                       @ 697 Pammel Court commencing 22 hours after I, wholly uninsured, had birthed him [ Tuesday,                    24 August 1976 ] with the help of Nurse Ms Jan Sterbenz and Dr Frank Sterbenz over in Nevada, Iowa’s Story County Hospital.  Absolutely ALL of these housing units are now long – demolished and – built over with other ISU structures. 

The rest of us of the family were to join Willard and Sydra then when Williamsburg, Iowa’s school year ended; we –– all six of us –– would move in 1960’s June to 1377 Hawthorn Court (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/506655026805534514) directly across from ISU’s horse pastures on the north end of the one entry from Hawthorn then to the undertrack tunnel which led walking commuters into ISU, soon to be Willard’s portal always over to its Heady Hall and his Department of Agricultural Economics.  Hawthorn Court, Unit #1401, became (some years later, of course) Zachary Adam’s second home, also in a Quite Cold, Cold – February with a fuel oil – truckers’ strike occurring for ISU’s Pammel Court residents and at when the temperature that moving day was a -10⁰ F and his wee, blue baby bathtub fell from the packed – to – its – hilt Chevrolet van onto the ice below --- and shattered into elebenty gazillion pieces thereby thoroughly and altogether ending its existence.

The event orchestrated by an agricultural business for the Maas Clan that Friday, 19 February 1960 ?  That was known as the epic and notorious auctioning one of that era and, actually, even unto this   y2018 age … … the Farm Sale.  I know it that specific day thereof … … to have been in the middle                         -20⁰ Fahrenheit – range for its temperature, it likely The Coldest of all of those 1959 – 1960 wintertime Iowa days.

The Sale itself ?  Even with vendored comestibles including hot chocolate and even hotter, soooo sugared and true cows’ creamed coffee (barn – style lattés ! then) available for purchase ?  

It --- --- the Sale --- --- was an entire and utter ... ... bust.

As witnessed silently by me, then a 12 – year – old schoolgirl – kiddo, within the ancient farmhouse’s enclosed front porch with its classic turn – of – the – century industrial gray – painted plank – flooring.  Just him and me alone together with this particular and quiet vista of ours … … our eyeballs’ gazes … … aimed directly down to and upon the East Barn lot’s Sale arena.  I imperceptibly changed mine … …      my scan:  I peered over at my exactly 40 – year – old father surveilling it all from afar.  

And thereupon was burnt a memory in to my brain which has never left it:                                              One tear tracked down my Daddy’s left cheek. 

– fin –

MY OWN 11 September in y1990, NOT in y2001

Happy Birthday, Daddy !

Lordy, Lordy, Daddy's 40 ...

5:42 PM – 05 Jan 1986

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Inside a little county courtroom --- just like within a bagazillion of them across this USA --- my own 11 September O U T R A G E began.  11 September y1990.  Also a Monday morning.  As today's. 

y1986 on 05 January resulted in the 40th birthday of MY three children's sperm source.  We Four, the Three Boys and I, hung a homemade (out of a white bedsheet !) and colorful banner stating the above couplet upon our 2408 Braemore Road residence's entry.  Columbia, Missouri.

The sperm source ... ... when he came home and initially viewed it ?  The sperm source became so enraged that ... ... not only did he tear the banner down and rip it up in front of Us All but he also threw me over his shoulder like a bag of rubbish and waste, carried me out of my own home, tossed me down upon its concrete sidewalk, strode back inside my house and locked its front door.

It was icy and cold.  It was January after all.  I was locked out for two nights and two days.  Locked OUT of MY OWN home.  Because ?  Because ... ... he CAN.  So ?  So he DOES.

That violence ?  That one, of many, did not matter.  The e x a l t e d sperm source still got from similarly violent and, as well as the sperm source himself, woman - loathing judges, all patriarchs, ... ... sole custody of the three minor children whom I alone risked my own body's health and well - being http://www.thelizlibrary.org/liz/004.htm  to actually grow Them ALL in to ... ... Their First Selves.

I, The Handmaid.
And, Nothing More.

.N e v e r.  .f o r g e t.


"What is wrong w you?
How can you do this?
You're deranged.
You're fucking EVIL, you know that?
Heartless. Sadistic." = 

= You are a terrorist,
a savage,
a smug thug and
... ... a criminal.

. 'scent' of a t r u e story .

"Do you want to learn ?" he queried.

"How to kiss ?   Do I want to learn how to kiss ?" she clarified.

"Yes."

"Aaaah.  Well.  Maybe.  I dunno.
It has been so, so long.  Likely I cannot learn ... ... it has been soooo long," she deadpanned.

"But you were married, Legion.  Three yellow - haired, blue - eyed boy babies !  Surely he ... ... ?"

"NO !" she interrupted him.  "Noooo, that never happened.  Kissing never happened.  In fact, he never one time even --- zero is the number of times --- he said to me, 'I love you, Legion.'  Not even before we were married did he tell me that.  Those four words.  Let alone, afterward.  I just up and came down preggers.  So that was that.  And then ?

I was pregnant again.  And again.  No.  No kissing before or after marriage.  Romance ?  Romance ? !  O no.  No.  I have no idea what that 'd be.  Romance.  And kissing ?  Not even at the formal ceremony.  That 'd 've been, ... ... ah, aaaah, 18 December y1976.  Zane was already by then, ya' know, four months old."

"Yeah, I do know that.  Almost seems unprecedented. 
That.  That much passive aggression.  That much violence.
I can teach you, Legion.  If you would like ?" he offered her his services.
 
"I don't remember kissing ... ... from before him.  From when I was much, much younger.  I did.  Cuz I can remember the men.  Actually, I can remember all of the men.  So I did; I know I was a kisser, but I don't think I can relearn kissing cuz it has been so, so long ago.  That's what I mean."

"I can figure out a way," he more or less promised.

"I don't think I am being quite heard.  I mean there is the touch thing.  I do not touch people any more.  I was never touched, ya' know, with, ah, with a tenderness actually.  I was only touched when I could ... ... except if I could be, ah, to be made ... ... well, to be made impregnated.  Multiple times he was, well, giddy and gleeful ... ... he was gleeful when he inserted a medical penlight into my vagina so that he could see its shine come through my skin.  Up through my pubic hairs.  Only he called it my pussy; that one was his favorite term.  Or another one he liked to call it, twat.  Or my cunt.  I don't think ... ..., no.  No, I know that I never heard him ... ... ever ... ... say the word vagina.  And I was supposed to like that.  To like having that done to me.  Just like the spring we first met.  Our second, well, I would call it, ah I guess, an encounter.  March y1974, it was.  I was supposed to like that, too.  He wanted me to come meet him at what he told me was a bar so I said okay.  It wasn't just a bar.  It was Mr B's Lounge on Main Street, a strip joint.  I'd never heard of it, let alone, ever been inside a strip joint.  Not even when I lived in New York City.  I walked in; and in the noise and the dark, I tried to see him in there somewhere.  I couldn't.  Its spotlights were aimed onto the stage.  Within seconds I'd had to get out.  To get out outside, I mean.  I vomited beside a parking meter right there on the sidewalk.  At the joint's entrance.  Soooo I, ah, I kinda want to not be touched like that again.  Or, ya' know ?  Not at all, actually.  I just cannot be, ah, ... ... handled again.  I do not touch others either.  Cuz I know how that feels now."

"I know what you mean, Legion.  The violence.  But, sometime, if you would like to give it a try,
why, um, ... ... why don't you give it a try, Legion ?  Sometime maybe ?  To try ?"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F2zTd_YwTvo

" ... ... but if you wanna learn how to dance !"

and " ... ... if you wanna be h a p p y, just watch your " ... ... Grandpa Willard and me.

" ... ... just a good ol' boy" = Grandpa Willard !
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6kl_Ivzs-4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iArCHz-MbfQ

" ... ... from this day in time," My Dearest Children, thus:

You are my children, my gifts to the world
You are the lights of my life
You all have your good hearts, you have your own strength
So I know you'll all do all right

As I look to the future from this day in time
The truth is, I don't have a clue
There are modern day wonders I don't understand
So I'll leave that all up to you

But if you wanna learn how to dance
Just watch your mama and me

Just a good ole boy and his lady
Nothing too fancy to see
If you want to be happy
Just watch your mama and me

There are so many changes, changing too fast
Things I know nothing about
But some things remain, just stay the same
And that's where I might help you out

So if you wanna learn how to dance
Just watch your mama and me

Just a good ole boy and his lady

from Our Darlin' Forever Singer of Sad Songs, Mr Waylon Jennings


b u t ... ... 

but this ?  This --- hunger --- has broken my heart
since I was 18.  And truly, then, knew of it ... ... firsthand.

1 in 9 persons inside this whole World live on
LESS than $2.00 per day.  Today.  y2017.  
Inside ALL of this technology and science.

My heart continues beating ... ... but broken. 

http://www.cbsnews.com/news/living-on-one-dollar-a-day

09 April 2017

Living on one dollar a day

However serious your money problems may be, would you willingly trade them for the challenge of living on just one dollar a day? 

For millions of people, that’s their reality EVERY day. Tony Dokoupil has the pictures to prove it:

Think about this: One out of every nine people on Earth gets by on less than two dollars a day. 

29 Photos

Faces of the world's extreme poor

Pulitzer Prize-winning photojournalist Renée Byer has spent years capturing stories of those living in poverty, for a new traveling photo exhibit...

“I want people to go and look at those images and immerse themselves as if that was their reality,” said Pulitzer Prize-winning photojournalist Renée Byer.

“It just begs the question ... ... why.”

Byer has spent years photographing a world we don’t often want to see. Those photographs and the stories they capture are part of a new traveling exhibit, “Living on a Dollar a Day.”

“The most important thing for me was to preserve their dignity in these pictures,” Byer said.

And how does she do that? “Show how hard-working they were, to let their life unfold in front of me, and to document that life.”

Jestina Koko, 25, with her five-year-old daughter, Satta Quaye, in Monrovia, Liberia. Crippled since the age of three, Jestina survives by doing laundry for others, selling cookies on the street, and begging. Both of them suffer from malaria. She wishes for a wheelchair, a private room to live in and for her daughter to go to school.

She does it by documenting not just their lack of food, clean water and healthcare, but their smiles, too.

“If you were to take that child out of that scene, that’s just like an everyday slice of life -- just running, smiling,” Byer said.

Globally, the poorest of the poor total more than 800 million.  “One of the myths about poverty is that people who are poor are lazy,” she said. “And I have to say that in all of my travels through four continents, that that couldn’t be farther from the truth.”

To get to the truth, Byer took time off from her newspaper job at the Sacramento Bee. She traveled to 10 countries, taking 15,000 photographs.

In Ghana, children in flip-flops sift through the burning fragments of old computers, searching for metal they can sell. “You can see the fire here -- even his eyelashes are singed from the fire, from working so close and digging with his bare hands in this toxic waste,” Byer said.

That’s where she met Fati, age eight, stricken with malaria and crying as she worked.  “I said, ‘What’s the matter? Why is she so sad?’

And they said, ‘That’s because she wants to go home with you.’ It broke my heart.”

The number of people living this way is actually dropping; it’s down more than half since 1990, thanks to foreign aid and new investments in health and education -- and, yes, thanks to some of Byer’s photos, too.

All of these children at left are now in school, helped by people inspired by her photographs.

Fati (top right), is now at a boarding school. “She has the most amazing smile,” Byer said. “Her life has completely changed.”

Of course, there are still millions out there who aren’t as lucky, which Byer hopes to change … one photo at a time.
     
GALLERY: Faces of the world’s extreme poor
     
For more info:

• reneecbyer.com 
• Exhibit: “Living on a Dollar a Day” now at Western Kentucky University in Bowling Green, Ky.
• “Living on a Dollar a Day: The Lives and Faces of the World’s Poor” by Thomas A. Nazario, with photographs by Renée C. Byer (W.W. Norton)
• Follow Renée Byer on Twitter and Facebook
• How you can help (The Forgotten International)

06 and 09 August y1945

MAY the events of these two days ... ...
06 and 09 August y1945 ... ... never happen ever again.

blog.nuclearsecrecy.com/2013/08/09/why-nagasaki

Why ?  Why --- at all --- Nagasaki ?  Too ?

Our killings could have, as well --- save for a dude named Hank Stimson, included next after Nagasaki's annihilation then ... ... another pogrom also:  Kyoto !

Then - US Secretary o' Warring ( 'ith Those 'Others' Different Than Us Folk ) Stimson had 'personal' reasons for sparing the Different Folks there in Kyoto.

Yeah.  Yeah:  personal reasons.

Mostly those personal reasons are, aren't they, for w.h.y. --- with another individual or 'different' group --- for why ( her or his justification and 'rational'ization re ) anyone's ... ... warring ? !

For whatever else is done --- because of "your personal reasons" --- make certain over and throughout all of that:  to gut the bitch in the belly.

As per some o' Those in Power w Dominion Over Her of The Contender:  http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/1100998-contender and http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0208874/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1 .

But, most especially, this statement near its end:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HlioUeIUuts&list=PLuPQ67nPIEBA-x88H6p_V-7J__0pX_kCI =

" ... ... because of half - truths, lies and innuendos "

" simple as that "

wetherjeff

Posted August 6, 2017 at 5:55 pm | Permalink

I’d like to echo what others have said about it being impossible to know how people thought and felt at the time. I can only speak from a British perspective, and Truman was obviously not British. He wasn’t even a normal member of the public, but he no doubt shared many of the same emotions, experiences and fears. This is a bit of a long reply but it’s a matter close to my heart. I also have no answer to whether dropping the bomb was right or wrong. But here goes:

I live in a relatively small village in Yorkshire and every Remembrance Day (11/11) a ceremony is held at the village war memorial. I’m not one for ceremonies at all but I nearly always go, as do hundreds of other people, I also take my kids as I think it’s important that they understand what their great-grandparents’ generation had to endure. During the ceremony an announcer reads out the names of people from the village that died in the world wars and for such a small area the number is truly staggering. It takes about ten minutes to read them, and from the names it is obvious that many are from the same families. I’m not a very emotional person but I find it incredibly moving.

It’s not like they had a choice – they were either forced to go to war, or felt compelled to because losing the war was unthinkable – Hitler was only 21 miles away over the Channel after all. Almost all of these soldiers would have suffered horrible, painful deaths while terrified out of their wits, and their families knew this of course. By the end of the WW2 virtually the whole of society was traumatised by, and desensitized to, organised brutality. Within just my own family my grandparents suffered many bereavements – my maternal grandmother, for instance, lost her father in WW1 and three brothers in WW2 (her mother died when she was an infant).

I saw the film Dunkirk the other day, again with my kids. It’s an excellent film, but quite intense and a difficult film to watch at times. It does a fantastic job of showing the nastiness and pointlessness of war though, which I’m glad my girls picked up on. The film also conveys the terrifying existential threat that people in the UK felt at the time. After defeating France in three weeks Hitler was just a short boat ride away. Can you imagine the reality of Nazi troops stomping down your street, raping your daughter, or wife or mother? What about you and the rest of your family being dragged into the street to be shot or hung because a fellow villager shot at them? I can’t, but this is the reality the British public lived in, it was a very real threat. As we know it actually happened in much of Europe. The situation did change by 1945 but all the carnage, tragedy, fear and grief was either very recent or still going on.

Fast forward a few years to the firebombings of Germany and then Japan. We would rightly regard these as hideous atrocities if carried out today; they were truly horrific. There are countless dreadful stories from Dresden or Hamburg, or Tokyo: families cooking to death in German bomb shelters, families trying to escape a firestorm only to become stuck in melted asphalt where they would burn alive in sight if each other, hundreds of women and children jumping from bridges in Tokyo to extinguish their burning skin and flesh in the river. This sort of thing was happening to tens of thousands of innocent people in every allied fire bombing raid – the Tokyo raid of March 9-10 1945 is reckoned to have killed over 100,000 people, most through burning to death. The German and Japanese governments were fully aware of these facts. However, the regimes never showed any concern for their citizens, even when it was obvious the war was lost for them, and they never hinted at the possibility of surrender. All the while Allied soldiers were dying by the thousands every single day.

Truman had no knowledge of the bomb until days before it was dropped, and he had to make the decision in the context of worldwide slaughter and devastation. The US public had spent a fortune on the bomb, and a tremendous amount of industrial and scientific capacity was invested too – at the expense, it should be noted, of reduced resources in other areas of the war. Japan had obstinately refused to surrender, even after the firebombing horrors of Tokyo and other cities.

Thousands of your soldiers are dying horribly every day. You have to end the war. Do you continue firebombing Japanese cities, burning to death hundreds of thousands of civilians, with little chance of surrender? All while preparing an invasion which would kill scores of civilians and countless thousands of your own troops? How would you answer the families of the tens or hundreds of thousands of your troops that died in the invasion you ordered, when the families find out you had the bomb but didn’t use it?

Would you drop the bomb? I have no idea if I would or could, and this is why I would never want to hold any political or military office.

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my most favored fantasy

My most favored fantasy ... ...
... ... is the same as that one of Ms Sonia Johnson,
housewife and (what fearmongers scream us both as) heretic !