Wednesday, April 23, 2014

RP: On My Father's 96th Birthday, Today, I Wrote a Eulogy to Be Read at His Funeral Tomorrow . . .

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My parents, William Scott and Ruth Anne (Meyer) Kenan at my sister Julie's wedding.


Thank you all for honoring the memory of my father, today.

I cannot be here in person, so first my heart goes out to my mother, and to my sister Jane who has been such a big help and will remain near Mom. I also thank Mike and Julie, and the many friends and neighbors who have all been able to help in ways I have not. And, I thank Dad for showing me the value of persistence and determination, which have been my own saving graces.

I have reflected on my father in many ways, but the story I’d like to tell is from very long ago – years before Dad and I ever met, and I want to thank Judy Russ Whitney, my cousin, for telling the most important part to me. It rang a bell then, so maybe Dad or Aunt Doris told it years ago, too.

Back in the 1920s, before the Great Depression hit, my grandmother died, Grandpa’s cotton and tobacco barns burned, and my grandfather did not have the wherewithal to cope. He took to drink and many enterprises that failed, they having to move once or more per year – within Wilmington and surrounding areas.

Dad told me that he and his younger sister Doris were virtual orphans, and when in the country, often cared for by old black share-cropping women, their walls papered with the colored Sunday funnies. Some of Dad’s stories to us kids came from those women.

And at that same time, the prominent distant Kenan relatives had become some of the wealthiest people on earth, riding the same Wilmington streets in Norma Desmond limousines, while my grandfather’s family were lucky to have shoes – which they sometimes did not.

At the age most children today begin kindergarten, Dad took on the responsibility of raising both himself and Doris, and – ALWAYS the optimist and “can-do-it” guy -- Dad made up songs to cheer little Doris and distract them from their plight.

Is there ANY activity in life more important than to find God in our hearts and create out of thin air a home, a place of Peace and Security, to share with those we love and seek to protect?

Dad had a life-long love of music and dancing – he and Mom won many Jitterbug contests when I was grooving to Rock and Roll -- and they tried in vain to teach me those steps. I’ve never felt more like a klutz.

When I think of Dad, now, I see him dancing and singing -- having discarded his worn-out old body – showing off as he waits for my mother to sachet in beside him, so they can WOW the Heavenly Hosts.

But not yet . . . not yet . . .

Thank you.



Tuesday, April 22, 2014

RP: Well THAT (at least), is FUNNY!!!

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Newspaper Article Accidentally Sums Up Ohio's Marijuana Legalization Debate

( . . . and vaguely MASCULINE.)


RP: ONE Devil Thinks Reading Ayn Rand Makes him MORAL!!!

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Gary Kivett, Spruce Pine, North Carolina


And even today, Julie REFUSES to answer questions about her rosary that she claimed turned to PURE GOLD at Medjugorje, a site of Visions of Mary in what was once Yugoslavia, that the Catholic Church has since CONDEMNED as a hoax. My parents went there THREE times, making contact with both Muslim Jihadists and Communists (frankly, this is speculation on my part, but HOW MANY TIMES does a smart woman like my Mom WORSHIP A HOAX???) -- some of them (I mean Bosnians from Medjugorje), ending up living in several houses in my neighborhood in Stone Mountain, GA, having illegal "chop shops" and bristling with electronic communications -- all protected by the huge CIA contingent that Bill Clinton originally stationed in my town.

>>> ADDED LATER: When my parents visited me in Stone Mountain, they talked at GREAT LENGTH with Nedzad "Ned" Pilzak, since the ENTIRE PILZAK FAMILY was from MEDJUGORJE!!! And when the Pilzaks FINALLY MOVED to Gwinett County, the Bell South/AT&T and Comcast cable technicians who came to the neighborhood had to REWIRE IT COMPLETELY due to unauthorized and extensive REWIRING of the neighborhood of those systems. BOTH houses had at least FIVE satellite dishes atop their roofs as well.

The Pilzak children all attended Baptist Bible Camp and wore "Jesus" T-shirts, but the day I bought them all a treat, they spontaneously began yelling "Allah is GREAT -- and Muhammad is his PROPHET!!!"

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We were talking about this last night. Anybody live thru this remedy lol?
We were talking about this last night. Anybody live thru this remedy lol?
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  • Deborah Kate Gaskill Walker I was always red. Sometimes head to toe.
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  • Gary Kivett Johnson and Johnson...
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  • Scott Kenan My mother, a nurse during those years, promoted painting the throat with Mercurochrome when sore -- which always stopped a sore throat before it got bad. Also gave slight mercury poisoning. Mr. Kivett may have no morals about stocks (other than their making money), but the days of his devil type are coming to a close. My mother was Dick Cheney's, John Boehner's, Coach Lou Holtz's, and Sean Hannity's liaison with the most previous three Catholic Popes and we had swastikas on our dinner plates. More is in my blog: .
  • Gary Kivett Also like Philp Morris, Anheuser Busch InBev, Pepsico, McDonalds. WalMart, Diageo, and Beam as well as GE and Exxon. Bwt you hate them too, huh.
  • Gary Kivett Oh yeah i forgot about proctor and gamble and pfizer
  • Gary Kivett You need to go read you some Ayn Rand in the worst way buddy. Or at least watch the two Atlas Shrugged movies. She came from a communist country. We dont need or want one here.
  • Scott Kenan My family OWNS Exxon-Mobil, silly!!! (and Chevron, Coca-Cola almost, Bank of America and the world's largest trucking company Kenan Advantage Group. Never heard of us??? We founded UNC Chapel Hill, simultaneously inventing the world's first Public University. Today, for 101 years, the William R. Kenan, Jr. Charitable Trust is the largest private financial support of University Education in the world. I worked for playwright Tennessee Williams and knew most of the Kennedys as well as Frank Sinatra's heirs who SOLD Bank of America to Kenan-owned NationsBank -- and admitted to me they got the Gambino Family to stuff boxes in Chicago after Joe Kennedy asked them to flip the election. My mother was head of Proctor and Gamble's Skin Research Labs after WWII, working with Dr. Josef Mengele's notes from his experimentation on Jews in concentration camps, so I DO know a lot of PRIMARY sources. That you didn't consider what a Kenan would know shows you are a very SHALLOW researcher!!!


MONDAY, JUNE 20, 2011

NC Lawyer Gary B. Kivett's Quite a Character

The guy in the picture holding the rattlesnake is North Carolina attorney Gary B. Kivett.

He's also the respondent to a North Carolina Bar Complaint  for getting all touchy, feely, and intercourse-y with a number of his female clients.  In other words a real snake in the grass.

A colorful blawg item by Mike Frisch at the Legal Profession reports  that the NC bar authorities are a little tired of Kivett's inappropriate relations with his female clients and in one case, the wife of a client  One charge relates to sex Kivett had with a client on Grandfather Mountain.

I've said it over and over again:  Do not have sex with the client.  The client comes to a lawyer because they seek independent professional help while the client is in a legally vulnerable position of some sort.  Sex with the clients so completely compromises everything important about the trust relationship comprising the lawyer-client contract.