Subject: "Democracy is coming to America. . . ." Leonard Cohen. Or is it?
From: Scott D Kenan
Date: July 5, 2010 12:42:21 PM CDT
To: Scott D Kenan
Cc: Allean Hale
Bcc: THE MASSES
I didn't get this message out yesterday, because an extraordinary thing happened that had me too excited to even care. My intention had then been to get it out with that addition, this morning. But now something mildly disturbing has happened overnight, and not only that but the rains have lifted, the volcanoes are back in view, and the hot one is smokin'. Things are heating up. . . .
Note #2. Two hours later, I came here to Cibercafe and the moment I hooked to the internet, the original of this email disappeared from my line up of emails to go out. But I have retrieved it. These adversaries of mine are not to bright, so don't fear them.
Happy Independence Day, everyone!
I hope everyone has an opportunity today to spend at least twenty minutes or so meditating on the state of their own personal independence. Reading or studying the United States Declaration of Independence or Constitution would be swell activities as well. But if all you can do is watch some fireworks from a distance, please thank God for our forefathers who had an enlightened vision, even if we have allowed it to be thoroughly corrupted and subverted. We have earned our current reality by allowing what has come to pass, but please remember this: The Past is History, the Future just a Dream. The only point of action we have is this elusive moment we call NOW.
I'd really wanted to spend some time writing about what a wonderful experience I have had since entering Mexico, although the first week was marred by having to deal with the consequences of my adversaries having stolen my passport (or if you prefer, I have no problem if you think you know more -- or would it be less? -- than I, and I simply had to have lost it. This would not be the truth, but it would cause the same effect.), the rush to buy a car and the days and dollars "wasted" traveling the most of the length of Mexico three times to become a legal visitor and to get my car out of hock in Nuevo Laredo. But, in the rush to buy a car (for Alfredo's continuing use, so we were going to buy one anyway, we didn't vet the car completely, and have since dealt with a blown transmission on the original trip to Colima, and later, a blown head gasket and head, and now, it seems we have a crack in the engine block that miraculously can be repaired.
But I don't want to blame my adversaries (directly or indirectly) for all of this, as I could have put my foot down and insisted we check out the car further before buying, and it seems completely clear now that the gasket/head/block problem was caused by bad gas. Our mechanic said that is what had to cause the problem, and indeed, when he siphoned some of the gas, it looks like wash water after someone washed an orange garment of the non-colorfast persuasion for the first time. Samples of Pemex gas from two pumps shows it to normally have only the faintest of pinkish tint. Actually, the bad gas looks about the same color my urine did the first few days after I was poisoned by Amy Fortenberry. And i can't blame Pemex, as it was bought at a franchised store in Guadalajara (the three-hour tow back to Colima was another financial blow, but graciously paid for by Alfredo's boss because Alfredo was traveling on business). The gas station was chosen spontaneously, so the "Republicans" are off the hook as well. Praise Jesus!
On the advice of the Mexican government office that polices the quality of products sold in this country (yes, they take this seriously, unlike the Republican-gutted agencies in the US who prefer to sit around watching porn on their computers and schtupfing those they are meant to watch over), we will be suing for monetary and time costs as well as punitive rewards.
My house in Stone Mountain was realistically appraised this year for tax purposes at $126,000.00, and my agent and I felt with a few months time, I could have sold it for at least $100,000.00. But my adversaries made sure that once I had ousted Amy Fortenberry, not a single white person made it to my three more weekends of yard sales (advertised on Craig's List, the Atlanta Journal-Constitution electronic ads, and with posters six or seven strategic places around town. They also made sure not a single white person looked to buy my house. In the end (so much time wasted by allowing Greg Bolton, who had been suggested by Nan Nash, queen of the drug-traffic protectors, although to her credit, she avoided claiming he would sell my house. She always rapturized on how hard he'd TRY -- perish this word from you vocabulary! -- and how well-connected he was.) So in the end, fed up with the continuing attempts to commit me to a mental hospital and correctly reading the situation when Nurse Jacobs came out from the county with FOUR deputies (three of them burly), when in the past, she had come with only one, I knew I had to sell fast and get out of the country immediately, no matter the cost. By then, we had already reduced the price to $79,900.00, but for Memorial Day Weekend, I decided to go down to $69,900.00 ($650.00 more than I paid for it in 1988. I only owed $45,000.00 on my mortgage, thank God.)
And it worked. A local business owner financed his employee's purchase of the house. No involvement of the American Banking System, which with the exception of Bank of America, was already doing all it could to screw me in illegal ways (and yes, I have the proof to back up this claim. You see, when it gets down to the last desparate hour, your enemies will get desparate and make grievous errors as they flail about determined to destoy you. All of these errors would have been easily covered up had I been murdered as planned, but that just didn't happen and it's a little too late now. More than one lawyer has said I could easily win a lawsuit against Citi (whose actions were first and somewhat independent of the other banks), as well as a RICO suit against American Express -- I'd demand "American" be dropped from their name -- Wells Fargo, and SunTrust). I'm not inclined to tie up my time doing this. My future is far more important than punishing those in the past.
And speaking of the past, it is not worth my efforts to sue my former employer. His company is falling apart rapidly and will soon collapse (if it hasn't already). I don't need my $38,000.00 for the company stock, which even he admitted he owed me -- and agreed to pay (briefly). The most shocking thing has been the behavior of my immediate family. I expect to never again speak to much of my family. My mother is the Devil incarnate (although it is ironic -- "ironical," in New Jersey. Thanks Hilary! -- that I don't even BELIEVE in the Devil. My father gave in to her completely. Witness his repeated claims over the years that the Kenan family is one of no distinction (except, of course, when he wrote UNC and claimed that the Kenan family had done so much for them over the years and would they please re-consider Jane's application on in-state grounds rather than out-of-state, which were higher and on which Jane's application had at first been turned down. It worked!
So it is no surprise that my parents would continue to insist that i am mentally ill, and continue to directly and indirectly aid and abet those (Don Weise, Thomas Keith, Linda Rosen, Christal Presley, Sean Hannity, Newt Gingrich, John Linder, Dick Cheney, etc., etc., etc., and don't forget to include Michael Remer and Thomas Keith who were out to absolutely destroy me). My siblings are another story. At this point, especially given sister Julie's absolutely cold, clinical words to me when she alone followed me to my car after the entire family came at me like a pack of dogs when last I saw them (Mike, not in attendance), I have to assume that Julie and her dog-hating husband are fully consciously bent on my destruction as well. Mike is the only one who told me some time ago that he would stop helping them and try to listen to what I have to say. I believe he has done this and I believe it has probably torn him apart. Bottom line: When I had no other easy way to make my car payment, I emailed (yeah, I know, email is no way to send credit card info, but I had been stripped of all privacy already, so it really didn't matter), the info so he could make the payment for me and charge my VISA card. If he wanted to act for my adversaries, he could have then spent all my money. He hasn't. I knew he wouldn't. I've always known that Mike was a serious cut above the rest of my family. Hell, Jane even tried to convince me to give them power of attorney!!!
But then Jane has been so mind-controlled by them, she makes no sense to anyone anymore. And she doesn't know it. Her last email to me said she had learned she could not control other people and many things in her life. That she had been and was then continuing to try to destroy me and my freedoms had not even crossed her mind as a contradiction. La-de-dah-dah-dah! Written to me like from a true Nazi.
(Unlike Julie, I'm not actually blaming Jane at this point. She had it at least as rough as I have, and she did have that fall on her head.)
Anyway, I've made an executive decision just now. All along I've had no intention (despite my threats), of taking legal action against anyone, but the Government of the United States of Mexico (I bet you didn't even know how close their real name is to ours, or that I have some cool Mexican connections as well as my American ones now. Doors just seem to always open for me. Even Don Weise often marveled at this one.), has awakened me to this necessity.
I'm down to less than $1,000.00 of my own money now, but I'm far from desperate. Alfredo has been busy. We haven't even spent but one full night together as he got a night job as a waiter in a sports bar soon after I first met him, and his extraordinary success in bringing in new clients and getting old ones to spend a lot more, led his employer to quickly promote him. The last month, Alfredo has been cleaning up the owner's sports bar here in Colima (The city is named for the local Rey (King) Coliman, the only Aztec King never defeated by the Spanish). He has, of course, enjoyed huge success, and the bottom line is that he signed a contract with his boss (hence the trip to Puerto Vallarta and its return through Guadalajara-of-bad-gas) that gives him 30% of profits from the Colima bar, and 50%, yes, that's the big FIVE-OH, of profits from his Guadalajara bar, which at the moment is closed due to the difficulties that his boss had there and could not handle on his own. Alfredo will re-open the Guadalajara bar next.
So now (I only knew I was unconditionally supporting Alfredo financially while he has worked around the clock the last month, sleeping on a pile of blankets in the back of the bar due to the fact that it is only closed for about three hours a day, and his agreement included no salary. Strictly profit based and no profits could be taken for the first month. But I fully trusted Alfredo. I had seen his heart.) I really hadn't expected this, but he tells me he will be supporting us both financially from now on. Who knew -- I have actually gotten what I have long dreamed of, a Sugar Son. LOL!!!
For the record (and I know that it has been language and cultural differences behind some of the misunderstandings about who Alfredo is), he is 31 years old, and a close spiritual relative to Tennessee Williams, but NOT his reincarnation. The date I saw on his ID was not his birth date. It was the fifth anniversary of his birth date, and the date his parents finally could afford to register him with the Mexican government. This is not an expensive thing, but Alfredo's family are of small means. In fact, although Alfredo is near the last of ten children, not a one of them or their parents have ever owned a car. And I DID have to help financially with the burial of his father (the death only grunted at by my own family -- not a word of empathy or sympathy or anything that fools sometimes call "Christian.")
Alfredo DID run away (like my friend Sue Hobbs/Dietz) with the circus when he was in high school, but 1.5 years later, he left, finished high school, and then went on to complete a university education, liberal arts. So now, what was it I've heard rumor that my friends and family have been claiming about Alfredo's character behind my back? "Whore" is one word I know they have liked to call him. "Mexican" is another. And NEITHER of these words is a pejorative in my book. Mexican, I need not explain. Whores at least have integrity. They tell you the price, unlike a wife who keeps upping the demands for gifts, security, etc. as things go on. It's no wonder that Jesus and his apostles had no use for women and ditto St. paul, especially. But make no mistake, they were referring to HUMAN women, and at this point in history, we are becoming post-human (I know not what to call us now). Post-human men and women enjoy total equality of rights and abilities.
It is the End of the World as prophesied by all religions and in all cultures. Volcanos, earthquakes, wailing, gnashing of teeth, and internal cannibalism of Republicans. Oil gushes into the Gulf off Louisiana, as if Tennessee Williams' butt-hole was fouling his own spiritual home in anger at the TW/New Orleans Literary Festival, a Republican Party front organization to subvert TW's truth). However, it is not what most expect. We once jumped from being animal to being human (apparently leaving the Republican Party behind, however), and now we are jumping to this much greater, fully conscious form of life. Heaven! Those who fight it will suffer greater and greater "fires of hell" until they come to their senses. Eventually NO ONE will be left behind, but there is a great deal of penance that must be paid in Purgatory (Roman for "the place to purge," in this case, negativity and hate), by those who have opposed God, and perhaps highest among them are those who accepted the the heresy that Jesus was something more than a fabulous Jewish teacher. They must return all our wealth and clean up the Earth, which they have raped. Then they will be granted full citizenship.
Don't misunderstand me. The first commandment is something like this: I AM THE LORD THY GOD AND YOU SHALL NOT HAVE FALSE GODS BEFORE ME. It doesn't say you can't have false gods, it says you can't have them before I AM THAT I AM. So worshipping Jesus is fine as long as you put following the actual intent of his words (complicated by there being no tape recorders back then and the Gospels, including those deemed not serving the political will of the Catholic Church -- read Constantine and the Roman Empire -- at the Council of Trent, were all written many years after Jesus's unfortunate death. In fairness, I also point out that in a society before education and writing were common, story-telling and passing-along was far more accurate than today.), BEFORE (as in more important than) worshipping him. I find that many Christians have done this, and I salute them and am not judging them for their worshiping of Jesus. Neither does this thing we call God (as far as I've been able to discern).
Jesus was the Great Example to be followed, not the Great Exception, to be worshipped. Ditto the United States of America in civil government matters. However, i wouldn't follow the example of what the US has become under the Republicans. That's why I urge a careful reading of our founding documents. They are truly God-inspired.
And you can't help but love the Jews. (I love that not only my friends, but the Supreme Court as well, are nearly entirely Jews or Catholics, many of the latter actually being former.) There is nothing wrong with Protestants, but most sects began with a legitimate complaint against a specific Catholic practice or heresy, and they remain rather linear in their thinking. The Church of England, and its descendent, the Episcopal Church, being an important exception. And don't forget that the great Martin Luther was also a scat fetishist. Don't judge people by their sexual proclivities, unless they are hypocrites like the Catholic clergy who would rather molest children or at least protect child molesters than admit they are themselves human.
You see, the Jews were the first monotheists, so they stopped splitting their focus. The only thing that separates genius from "regular" is the ability to focus like a laser (no minor gods, aka saints, to split the focus), so no mystery why the Jews have produced such an extraordinary number of geniuses. And they knew the answer to how to keep their people true to the pre-scientific understanding of things (foreskin, shellfish, etc.). They said that God had decreed it. Bully for them. They were correct to do this, although nearly all of these constrictions no longer stand in the light of science.
The best thing I ever heard about the Jews is this from my favorite teacher, the now deceased Dr. J. Kennedy Schultz: "There are no Chosen People. There are only people choosing." Choose wisely, my American friends. The whole world continues to watch. And I hate to break the news, but there are no Chosen Countries either.
Scott
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