The shoes didn't fit. It was an omen.

Monday, June 29, 2015

Conspiracy Theories: Eating People

I know I'm late once again. But I've been researching the heck out of this piece.

Last month, I came across a few articles and some YouTube movies on Chinese Baby Herbal Soup. It made me squeamish and enraged. Supposedly, the Chinese (not all are doing this) can buy fetus baby soup and eat it for their health.

Anyway, I shared the info with a gal I happen to work with and she in turn shared it with another co-worker.

A couple of days ago this co-worker made jokes about it all saying, "You need to check your news sources," "Its all fake," "it all started with an artist". This was the wrong thing to say to someone who knows how to pick the meat off any bone where information and news is concerned. If I have OCD, this is where it exists.

So my research took me to news clips and documentaries to (which by the way-they need to get some better info-picking skills). They failed in delivering.

Before I go further, this post is in no way to undermine or pick on Chinese people. My hubby and I eat Chinese every Sunday night. There are good and bad people in every nationality. Not to mention, China isn't a Christian nation and have no problems with eating domesticated animals and harvesting live organs from their prisoners. It is what it is. Every country has something. Right? Look at America.

Okay. Moving on...

According to an article, in Hong Kong Express, dated April 12, 1995, it stated that "the going rate for baby fetuses was ten dollars". The abortion clinics sold them quietly to people. These cannibals eat them for their health.

Dr. Warren Lee, President of the Hong Kong Nutrition Association says, "Eating fetuses is a kind of traditional Chinese medicine and is deeply founded in Chinese forklore. In terms of nutrition, fetus
would be good a good source of protein, fats, and there are minerals in bone. But I don't know if eating fetuses is just folklore or more than al'.

In a 2009, Seoul Times reported the incident of the Chinese eating baby herbal soup. There are pictures but they are incredibly graffic. Last night, I thought I would puke while perusing pictures of babies and dogs and kitties being boiled. So I'll save your eyes from that.

Some say this is just an urban legend. Could be. But when I was reading articles on Chinese feasting on pets, their government denied it despite the most recent dog meat festival.

Then my research took me to an article in Life News, by Steven Ertelt. There he writes, 'Chinese sell health pills made from the bodies of babies dying in abortions and al'.

South Korean SBS TV even did a documentary on it, ABC News reported on it, titled, "Chinese-Made Infant Capsules Seized in South Korea." At the bottom, I will leave all my resources.

Before all of the above mentioned research, I came across two video clips from ZCZ Film. They did a documentary titled, Beijing Swings. The two clips I've posted are in regard to three different artists who use the dead in their art work. Zhu Yu, Sun Yuan, and Peng Yu.

Zhu Yu, however, ate an aborted baby for one of his pieces titled, "Eating People". He later recanted that it was all fake. But I'm wondering if this was after different law enforcements around the world got involved.

After, I found the other two from the same documentary. While they didn't feast on a baby, they hooked themselves up to a set of  dead Siamese twins with IVs. They pumped their blood through them.

After this, I took my research in America. What do our abortion clinics do with aborted babies? But that's another post for another time. I got off the beaten path with this one. I'm supposed to be writing about the New World Order. Ha!

But I will leave you this link:

It's an updated list of all the companies that use HEK 293-human baby fetus, in their products. So see, we're no better.

God help us!



China harvesting live organs

Companies who use aborted baby fetus

Updated list of…

EU Times reporting on Baby Soup

Dog eating festival

Article from Hong Eastern Express 1995

ABC News Chinese made infant Capsules seized in S. Korea

Federal Cannibalism-Life Advocate-Feb 1995-Denise Billings

 Hope I didn't gross y'll out too much. But I hope this post brings everyone into some self-reflection. It has me. God is sitting in heaven watching us all being morons, and He's not happy. That's for sure.
Hugs and chocolate, all!

Thursday, June 25, 2015

An On-Line Novel: The Immoral- Mrs. Douche-bag


A petite, redheaded woman skittered toward Cassandra, Ronald, and the other teens. “Miss Ray? Do I need to report you to your father?”

All the boys straightened and Ronald stepped away from the picnic table. Everyone went silent and their smiles faded.

Something about her stance made Cassandra feel small.

Leanne yanked her plaid skirt and smoothed it out. “No ma’am.” She stepped from the table top to the bench. From there, she hopped to the sandy ground.

The woman tugged at her fiftyish- handmade-looking-dress, lifting her chin and a well arched brow at the girl. “See to it that you act appropriately.” Her eyes glanced at Leanne’s blouse, and she splayed her right hand across hers. “Make sure you button up that blouse. If I see it like that again one more time this week, I will be forced to right you a warning.”

“Of course, Mrs. Dort.” Leanne’s voice oozed Southern sugar.

“The same goes for the rest of you.” The woman cast a gaze at Cassandra and Ronald. “You two must be new.”

Cassandra nodded. This teacher has forgotten who I am already? Her and her mother spoke to the home economics teacher two weeks ago. She had been the only fat girl who showed up at the orientation. It wasn’t like this was a large school. Last year, the high school yearbook showed that ten people graduated. It couldn't be that hard to remember anyone? She did recall the woman writing down her name on a tablet as well.

“Yes, ma’am.” Ronald used his respectful voice.

Mrs. Dort turned her attention to Cassandra. “Didn’t I meet you and your mother last week?”

“Yes.” She felt a little relieved that the teacher hadn't forgotten her afterall.

The woman tapped her chin. “Miss Berg? Right?”

“Yes. But you can call me Sassie.”

A quick smile flashed across the lady’s face and disappeared in an instant. “Not in my class.” Then she turned toward Ronald. “And what is your name, young man?”

“Ronald Fisher, ma’am.”

The teacher skimmed him from head to toe. “Make sure you mind your peas and q’s, Mr. Fisher.” She used a much sterner voice than with the rest of them.

Ronald curled up the left side of his mouth. “Yes, ma’am.” He stayed respectful.

“I will see all of you inside.” Mrs. Dort fiddled with her top button right at the pit of her throat. It appeared that her well-starched collar might choke her.

The teens nodded, and Mrs. Dort marched toward the double red doors.

“See you in a little bit, Mrs. Douche-bag,” Leanne stage-whispered through a giggle.
Shelly Arkon © 2015

Sunday, June 21, 2015

A Father's Day Quote

Father! — to God himself we cannot give a holier name. ~William Wordsworth.

I had planned a post with some family pictures. But my iPhone won't download my pictures into my computer. So I asked the Sweetman when I could download some data from my phone.

He says, "I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

He shrugs.

"When does the billing cycle start and end?"

"I don't know."

"But you pay the bill."

"I still don't know."

 I say, "OY VEY!"

I figured I could put my blog post together via my iPhone. The way our account has been set up is more than annoying. The Sweetman gets unlimited everything while me, the writer, gets the limits. What a load! Right?

Hope everyone had a Happy Father's Day!

Hugs and chocolate,

See you on Thursday.

Thursday, June 18, 2015

An On-Line Novel: The Immoral -One of the Guys

One of the Guys
The girl’s words pricked Ronald to his very soul. How could she tell? It had to be impossible. He looked like any other fourteen-year-old guy. Rolling back his shoulders, he strutted toward her.

“What are you doing?” Cassandra grabbed his elbow from behind. “You don’t want to get caught and be suspended on your first day.”

Leanne glanced down her nose at his BFF.

Ronald watched a grin slink across the principal’s daughter's face. It twisted her angelic appearance. “Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.” He yanked his arm away from Cassandra and made his way to the picnic table. There, he bent to the left and peered up the girl’s skirt. White panties. They were no big deal. The undies resembled some his mom wore.

Cassandra huffed from behind.

He knew she was disappointed in him. But what she didn’t know was that he needed to keep a secret that she didn’t even know. He had to prove that he was just one of the guys.
Shelly Arkon © 2015


Sunday, June 14, 2015

Conspiracy Theories: The Origins of the New World Order and Nimrod

Today, I thought I'd write about the possible origins of the New World Order. Some say it began with Nimrod and the Tower of Babel. The concept is nothing new. Like King Solomon once wrote, "There's nothing new under the sun."

Pics from the Internet

Genesis 10:8 - 10 b tells us: Kush fathered Nimrod, who was the first powerful ruler on earth. He was a nighty hunter before Adonai-this is why people say, "Like Nimrod, a mighty hunter before Adonai. His kingdom began with Babel, Erekh, Akkad, and Kalneh, in the land of Shinar.  Ashur (Nimrod) went out from that land and built Ninveh and Kelach-the great city. The Complete Jewish Bible

Nimrod is known to be the first anti-Christ. His name means "The Rebel." His goal was to build a tower to reach the throne of God. He wanted to be God's equal.  He even wanted to be God.

Those of us who are familiar with the Book of Jasher know that Nimrod was raised to be a spoiled brat. Cush had him in his old age and 'loved him exceedingly'.

Also, Cush was the son of Ham and Ham was the son of Noah. And during the time that Noah was moving out of the Ark, Ham stole something special. He took the garments that God had made for Adam and Eve after they were deceived by the serpent.

In the Book of Jasher, chapter 7, you will read that Ham gave these garments to Cush in secret. So Cush passed them onto Nimrod. After he turned twenty, he put these garments on. These clothes gave him 'might and strength'. He became a famous warrior and people looked up to him, eventually making him king.

Jasher 7: 45-47 "And all the nations and tongues heard of his fame, and they gathered themselves to him, and they bowed down to the earth, and they brought him offerings, and became their lord and king , and they all dwelt with him in the city at Shinar, and Nimrod reigned in the earth over all the sons of Noah, and they were all under his power and counsel.

And all the earth was one tongue and words of union, but Nimrod did not go in the ways of the Lord, and he was more wicked than all the men that were before him, from the days of the flood until those days.

And he made gods of wood and stone, and he bowed down to them, and he rebelled against the Lord, and taught all his subjects and the people of the earth his wicked al" The Books of Enoch, Jubilees, and Jasher

You can read more about Nimrod in Genesis 11.

I find it interesting that he obviously had a big ego and had pretty much made himself a god. This sounds a little like Lucifer. But he's a whole other post.

Before I go, thought I'd post this video for you all. This guy makes the story of Nimrod and the Tower of Babel all the more interesting.

Hope everyone has a great week. See you on Thursday when I post another chapter to The Immoral.

Hugs and chocolate, all!

Friday, June 12, 2015

An On-Line Novel: The Immoral- Cleavage

I know I was supposed to post this yesterday. Sorry for being late with this. Lots of stuff going on.


“We’re here,” her mom said, sounding cheery. “Nervous?”

Cassandra blew out a puff air that she had sucked in as her mom drove them into the school parking lot. “A little.” She didn’t want her mom to give her one of her pep-talks in her mimicked Mini-Mouse voice. They were so annoying, making her feel like she was five all over again.

“Well, I was too on my first day of high school.” She patted her daughter’s left thigh. “But you should be alright. I said a few prayers for you this morning.” She withdrew her hand from her daughter and placed it on the automatic shift between them, slowing the speed of the car. After, she braked few feet from where Ronald sat and put it into park.

“Thanks, mom.” Cassandra glanced out the windshield. Ronald sat all by himself on a bench while a group of boys and one girl sat around a picnic bench in front of a steel building with giant double red doors. Guess the kids aren’t all that friendly. Poor Ronnie. She curled her fingers around the lever on the passenger door, lifted, and pushed it open.

Ronald rose from the bench and waved.

“Hi, Ronnie,” her mom hollered from her window, and to Cassandra she said, “I’ll be here at three-thirty to pick you both up.”

Cassandra slid out of her seat and got to her feet hurriedly as though to avoid the anticipated motivational speech. Her book bag smacked at her side. “Ow!” The thing felt heavy and awkward. She and it had something in common. She hoped that her outfit didn’t make her look too big.

The kids at the bench glanced her way for thirty seconds, said something to each other, and then let out a round of laughs.

“Let me take that.” Ronnie raced toward her and slid the book bag from her shoulder.

“Thank you.”

“No problem. I’m glad you finally got here.”

Cassandra’s mom beeped her horn and backed out of the drive. She honked and waved one last time before she slowly drove the car to a stop sign.

Both teens, side by side, waved and waited for her mom's car to pull into traffic.

“So are the kids nice?” Cassandra wanted to know before she walked up to them. They certainly didn’t appear to be a gracious welcoming committee. None of them were rushing to introduce themselves. They had went back to whatever it was they doing before they looked at her and busted out laughing.

Ronald shrugged. “Don’t know. I was waiting for you to come.”

“We might as well get this over with.” She walked ahead of him dreading the initial introduction.

Her BFF followed in her wake.

When she reached the picnic table, she extended her hand toward the girl sitting on the edge of a wooden bench. “Hi, I’m Sassie… and this is Ronnie.”

Ronald nodded, giving her small smile. “Nice to meet you.”

Light blue eyes peered out of a mop of blonde curls. Her lips curled into a soft smile. She placed her hand gently into Cassandra’s and then pulled it back. “I’m, Leanne Ray, the principle’s daughter.” A strong Georgian drawl oozed all over her words. The girl flashed a gaze from the top of Cassandra’s head, then to her midriff all the way to her shoes. After, she snapped her head in Ronald's direction. "Likewise."

The boys at the table guffawed.

“You two look a little stiff.” Leanne reached for the top button of her blouse and un-did it, and loosened two more. It was enough to show what small amount of cleavage she had.

Cassandra gasped. Ronald said nothing.

The four young men at the table punched each other’s shoulders, and snickered.

“Look,” the girl said, standing while hiking her skirt above her knees. “How about a game to break in the newbies?” After, she stepped onto the bench and made her way to the middle of the picnic table. “What color are my panties?”

Cassandra and Ronald glanced around the premises, both hoping a teacher or some other adult would come.

Each of the four teens craned their heads upward. Their mouths fell open as they gawked up her skirt.

“You see,” Leanne said, turning her attention to Cassandra. “I may be the principal’s daughter. But I’m no prude. Are you?” And to Ronald, she said, “Well...aren't you going to look? What? Are you gay or something?"
Shelly Arkon©2015



Sunday, June 7, 2015

Conspiracy Theories: The New World Order

Over the next few months, I figured I'd write about the New World Order. Personally, I don't believe its another CONSPIRACY THEORY. Everything happening as of late is quite blatant and in our faces. Sadly, most people don't see it while others know its there but prefer to stick their heads in the sand.

If you're a history buff, you'll be able to find quotes by all the different players who were or have been busy putting together this atrocity. Not to mention, the Bible talks about this New World Order in the Books of Daniel and Revelation.

America is definitely a big player and has been since it became a Democracy, in 1775, which by the way is always debatable.

I still have a ton of research to do on this topic. It has grown into a giant bushy tree. There are so many layers to this giant onion and ties in with what we see and hear coming out of our televisions and radios. So for this post I'll be posting a few quotes.


All pics with quotes from the internet.
Hope everyone has a great week. See you on Thursday.
Hugs and chocolate!

Thursday, June 4, 2015

An On-Line Novel: The Immoral: Insecurities

Cassandra stood in front of her bedroom mirror, smoothing her plaid skirt out over and over. She moved sideways and sucked in her stomach as tight as she could. It nearly suffocated her doing so. As she let the air out her belly bulged. After, she shifted herself around and glanced over her shoulder at her backside. Bubble-butt. Hiroshima-hips. The fatty. The voices played over and over in her head. She fisted her hands and pounded her hips. Ronnie had told her once that if she’d beat them, it would break up the fatty cells. He had read an article in one of his mother’s Cosmopolitan magazines.

“Sassie!” her mother called.

“Yes!” she hollered back, still staring at her backend, thrashing on her hips. Her diet plan had failed again. They always did. She’d have to try something different. Slimfast maybe. It should be okay for someone my age. The commercial says it’s full of vitamins.

“We need to go. It’s seven-thirty. I can’t be late for my shift.” Her mom was a registered nurse for a nursing home. She went into work early Monday through Friday and was always home by the time Cassandra got home from school.

Cassandra spun around to face the mirror again before scooping up her book bag. At least her curly hair looked alright and she hadn’t had a break out in a long time. Maybe no one will notice my weight. It’s a Christian school. Everyone should be cool with me she told herself.


Ronald glanced out the windshield as his stepfather pulled into the Baptist school’s parking lot. Three boys and girl sat at a picnic table under a large tree full of moss. He scanned beyond them, hoping to see Cassandra. But she wasn’t there from what he could see. His shoulders slumped and the pit in his stomach felt as if it would swallow him from the inside out.

“What’s the matter, little Ronnie?” his stepfather smacked his shoulder. “Afraid?”

He didn’t answer, grabbed the car handle, and pushed the door open. Hesitantly, he slid out of the seat and got to his feet, staring straight ahead. He figured if he ignored the head cheese he’d leave or melt away. Maybe he’ll crash his car somewhere today and die. That would’ve been fine with him. God knows he’s not been a real father figure in my life.

“Hey! Aren’t you gonna say good bye?” His stepfather sounded pathetic, kind of whiney. The guy has feelings?

Ronald rolled his eyes. “Bye.”

“Make sure you do what you can to walk like a man, girly-boy.” Those were his stepdad’s last words before he peeled out of the parking lot.

The kids at the picnic table all looked in his direction.

A lump grew in the bottom of his throat and he rolled his shoulders back. He took his stepfather’s advice to act like a man and puffed out his chest. Think John Wayne, he thought. It would be a great travesty if these kids figured out his secret.
Shelly Arkon©2015