Red Nosed Kitty

Eventually, I'll get back to my regular postings. But I've got more holiday stuff to do. Christmas wrapping and baking for the family members who celebrate that.

https://youtu.be/REWan15-4Xs

Hugs and chocolate, all!
Shelly

Happy Hanukkah!

https://youtu.be/K1QRSl6hUZw

I hope everyone enjoys their holiday feasts and family gatherings this week.

Since I work at night, I'll be preparing our spread for Wednesday evening. I've got it off.

Also, I'll be back next Sunday.

Hugs and chocolate!
Shelly

Insecure Writer's Group: My Encouraging Rant

I encourage all of you not to download Windows 10. Let me tell you why...

1. I can't print anything.
2. I can't open my blog pages in Blogger or Worpress.
3. I can't download videos into Blogger from YouTube that I want to discuss and share.
4. I can't even find decent instructions on how to remedy my problems.

So I'm feeling really stupid and helpless right now. And my thumbs are sore from typing on my Saman Galaxy 5.

This post was written on behalf of Alex J. Cavanaugh ' s Insecure Writer's Group. Check him out by clicking on the icon in the upper right hand corner of your computer screen.

Hugs and chocolate, all!
Shelly

Conspiracy Theories: What It'll Take To Keep Your Head

Everyday we get closer and closer to being tagged like an animal. It's all about controlling us and our money. They'll deliver the RFID to us on a platter.

"It'll make your lives easier," they'll say.

"It's for your protection."

"It might save your life."

Yes. The Mark of the Beast will keep your head while here on earth. But what about afterwards?

https://youtu.be/Wz2UR3BJb5M

Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving. Will be back Wednesday for the Insecure Writer's Group.

Hugs and chocolate!
Shelly

Happy Thanksgiving

Hope everyone has a lovely and blessed holiday. And a safe one, too.

I'll be taking this week off. See you all next Sunday.

Hugs and chocolate,
Shelly

An On-line Novel: Punishment

It's time for another excerpt. My, the time flies.

Cassandra swallowed back something pasty. The home room teacher left her mouth dry. She didn't know what to make of him. Friend or fiend. His beedy brown eyes had a wild look in them. And she couldn't tell if his crooked smile was just that or a permanent scowl.

"Well, Miss Berg?" Mr. Haggerman reached for the yellow pad laying on her desk top, and picked it up.

He brought it close to his face and a cocked a silvery brow.

She silently drummed her fingers against her desk. Hope he doewassn't get upset with my doodles. It's something she did when nervous or was under pressure. Making her, the newbie in the class, the monitor on the first day was beyond fair. It didn't help that her new classmates were demons from hell. Their actions were far from Christian. She lifted her chin and glanced at the kids to her right beyond Mr. Haggerman. They most definitely deserved whatever the Hangman was going to dish out.

"Well done, Miss Berg." The teacher made an about face with his pad and headed toward his podium. "Looks like everyone minus Miss Berg and Mr. Fisher, will have to write out Proverbs four, three times before they leave my class today. At the end of the week, you will be have to write the whole thing from memory."

Cassandra let out a silent sigh and flashed a look at Ronald.

He pressed his lips together.

"You two will pay later," Gruber whispered from behind her.

One of the girls sitting way in the back let out a snort. Gruber responded with a frog croak.

"Looks like we'll add half of Proverbs five to the two of you." He peered over his black-rimmed glasses at the boy behind her and then at the girl.

Cassandra knew these kids weren't opt to walking in compassion and forgiveness. It so sucks to be me and Ronnie. But her friend did have a battle plan. This day wasn't going to end well. That was for sure.

Conspiracy Theories: The Official Illuminati Website

When my daughter, No-No was here from Israel we had many conversations. One included the Illuminati.

She believes they no longer exist. I, on the other hand believe differently. They have many groups under other names. Skull and Bones. Bohemian Grove. The Bilderberg Group.

I mean they have their own website.

It's creepy and their members are anonymous. They feel the need to protect them. Also, they have a page explaining what they believe about God and Satan. Please check this out for yourselves: illuminatiofficial.org.

I've also been reading The Babylon Code, by Paul McGuire and Troy Anderson. They quoted from Anthony C. Sutton ' s book, America's Secret Establishment where he referred to this secret society as the 'Establishment' which had connections with the above mentioned groups along with the Bavarian Illuminati, the Group, and the Round Table. Also, he found links to the CFR, the Trilateral Commission, and the Bilderberg Group.

Also quoted by Sutton was : 'Finally in conclusion, we can trace the foundation of three secret societies, in fact the most influential three secret societies that we know about, to universities. The Illuminati was founded at University of Ingolstadt. The Group was founded at All Souls College, Oxford University in England, and The Order  (of Skull and Bones) was founded at Yale University in the United States. The paradox is that institutions supposedly devoted to search for truth and freedom had given birth to institutions devoted to world enslavement.'

The more I research this topic, the more I can see its existence and it's grand scheme for all humanity...which by the way isn't good.

What about any of you? Do you know who the secret kabal is?

Have a great week! Will be back on Thursday.

Hugs and chocolate!
Shelly

An On-line Novel: The Immoral: Good Character

Mr. Haggerman stuck his face into Grueber's. The kid had a lot of nerve. He was unruly for a missionary kid. What was the world coming to? Maybe the end of the world as the Bible had predicted. But he was far from rapture ready. The retired Army-man had a lot of anger to iron out. Maybe after retirement.

The kid staring him straight in the eyes glumped something down twice. He noted persperation dotting across his pimpled forehead.

If he could, he'd head butt him like he used to do to some of his undisciplined privates. But this was a high school. And according to the rules, it was only the principal who could dish out physical punishment. Child abuse laws were making things harder. It was just another sign of the times and another reason why his blood boiled. How was he not supposed to let the sun go down on his anger? He deserved respect.

But he restrained himself, squinted his eyes at the walking-grease-pit, and shouted, "Get into your seat!"

Grueber responded by spinning around and skittered  toward his desk.

The classroom fell silent. Faces went sullen and everyone scurried to their seats.

Mr. Haggerman stood in the doorway, right hand in pocket, jingling change. He gazed around the classroom and then at Cassandra. "Do we have names, Miss Berg?" He strutted toward her. "I hope I pegged you correctly."

Shelly Arkon 2015

Conspiracy Theories: The Illuminati is Real

https://youtu.be/oTRY2BEhXz8

Insecure Writer's Group #2

Today is Alex J. Cavanaugh ' s group to either share our insecurities or share some encouragement.

If I'm insecure, it's because I haven't written a word on my MS since 2 Saturdays ago.

But sometimes a writer needs to take time off and smell the roses. Or hang out with family.

My daughter and son-in-law flew in from Israel. We've been busy having fun.

Here's a Pumpkin Spice Latte Smile

We spent the afternoon driving to Orlando. Tomorrow is a Disney Day. YAY!

Right now, we're chilling at a Starbuck's.

My son-in-law, Yakov, is soooo cute. He's never had a Starbuck's coffee.

Have you ever seen a Pumpkin Spice Latte smile?

Sonny's Bar-B-Q

Yakov asked, "What are Bar-B-Q ribs? I've never had them before. Only Bar-B-Q lamb kebabs."

The question was right up Sweetman ' s alley.

So to Sonny's we went.

I'll Be...

For the next 14 days, I'll be spending my time with my daughter, No-No-o and her hubby, Yakov. They flew in yesterday from Israel. Although, I might post some pictures of our adventures.

Yakov says, "it's nice to know no one wants to stab me here in the states."

Hugs and chocolate!
Shelly

Conspiracy Theories: This Just a Test

Since my last post, which was on Facebook Censorship, I've not been able to log into my Blogger account. When I try, the page blinks white and black and repeats.

So I thought I'd write a post on my Wordpress account. Ha! Wouldn't you know the same thing happened over there.

Is it the government? Is it Windows 10?

Right now, I'm writing this from my Samsung Galaxy 5. Might I mention, I hate typing with my thumbs.

This might be the only way I'll be able to post a blog for now.

Anyway, I hope it posts.

Hugs and chocolate'
Shelly

Conspiracy Theories: Facebook Censorship

Over the next several weeks, I'll be going over the censorship of the Internet. I thought I'd start with Facebook.  Myself, and other friends have been banned for weeks at a time for things we've posted or made comments on.



William Kendall is a friend of mine, and he is quite liberal in his thinking. I, on the other hand, am quite conservative. I enjoy his humor and understand that he has a clear right to his opinion. But others don't feel the same. Not long ago, he was released from Facebook Jail.



Lisa Haven and Lyn Leahz, both Christian Independent reporters, make YouTube videos and write about current events. Their work has been banned several times and/or flagged as fake news on the beloved Facebook. Which I find crazy because they always properly site where they got their info from.



We're under attack by our own government. Your religious, political, and ... yes... maybe even the content of what we Indie writers write about will be and is under scrutiny.



There is a lot more to this internet censorship. But since I'm limited as to how I can download videos to my blog posts, we'll stop here for now. More to come next Sunday.



Hope everyone had a great weekend! And hope everyone has a great week! I'll be back Thursday with another excerpt from my On-Line Novel: The  Immoral.



Let me know what you think about Facebook Censorship in the comment boxes.



Hugs and chocolate!

Shelly

An On-Line Novel: The Immoral: Surprise

Cassandra couldn't figure what was taking Ronald so long. It felt like forever being stuck in a class full of mean kids. If I could've stayed back one more year. Or gone to the public high school dreamy Schmidt had went to. She sighed, glanced down at the note pad, and scribbled arrows across the top of the page. Never in all her fourteen years had she hated school until now. It sucks lemons. Totally.

Her classmates were completely out of control running around the room, throwing paper balls, talking just to talk, and giggling. This was worse than babysitting for her neighbor's monster children for the summer.

"Looks like Kermit is back, Miss Piggy," Gruber snickered before letting out a snort.

She lifted her eyes and peered at the doorway.

Ronald shot her a look, jerked his head back, and scurried toward his desk to the right of her.

A hint of tuna wafted in his wake. Whatever he had prepared wasn't going to be good. Especially if it was one of his tactical spit balls. She knew he would end up in the principal's office before the morning was over. Something in the pit of her stomach told her so.

"The Hangman is right outside the door," Ronald stage-whispered for her ears only and plopped in his seat.

"Good," she muttered back at him. "It's about time."

Gruber jog-walked toward the doorway of the classroom.

Cassandra shook her head. It took everything inside her to not bust out laughing. The kid was in for a big surprise.

The greasy-haired boy craned his neck around the door frame and let out a yelp.

Shelly Arkon 2015

Insecure Writer's Group #1

I have now officially enlisted this blog into Alex J. Cavanaugh's Insecure Writer's Group. My two fur-peeps, Sir Poops and Hair Ball used to write about insecurities, gave tips, and encouragement on Two Fur Peeps and a Writer. But they've since retired.

Sir Poops just isn't the same anymore, and Hair Ball finds it depressing and overwhelming to have to handle the blog by himself. So here I am. It's my job again.

Like I said in the first paragraph, this group is to discuss our insecurities, even give tips, and encourage one another.

My first insecurity right now is this:

I CAN'T FIGURE OUT HOW TO DOWNLOAD A PIC INTO THIS POST. You know the badge thingie that signifies that this is an Insecure Writer's post.

In August, I downloaded Windows 10. Well ... I had to pay for what it messed up in my computer. I can't even remember what it screwed up now (by the way I turned 50 last week- the memory issue could be my age). But I definitely recall taking my computer into a shop and paying a seventy-three dollar fee.

And right now, I can't print and I can't download pictures from my folders. I thought I had it figured out a couple of weeks ago because all I had to do was click on some do-hickey up in the right hand corner. But it has since disappeared. I am so moronic sometimes when it comes to technology.

It really makes me more NUTS than insecure to be honest.

Hope everyone has a great Wednesday!

Hugs and chocolate,
Shelly

Conspiracy Theories: Government Use of Smoke and Mirrors

I don't need to say much here. But our government does use issues like 'gun control' to cover up what is really going on. It's sad that the Doctors Without Walls hospital was blown to bits by our own military. One more strike against the US government.

Proverbs 3:5 Trust in Adonai with all your heart, do not rely on your own understanding.

And might I add, don't put your trust in any government.

Pray for everyone all around the world. They all need Yeshua.

Hugs and chocolate, all!
Shelly

An On-line Novel: The Immoral: Spoiled and Abnormal

 Mr. Haggerman grasped the right metal handle to the read double doors leading into the high school. His meeting with the Principal Ray lasted twenty minutes. It proved to be a sheer waste of time.  Being a school teacher was a lot more different than being a sergeant in the military. He had served twenty years in the United States Army. Wished I could back. At least the Army gave him the ability to correct what high schools, both public and private, along with parents had created in their sons and a handful of daughters that had enlisted. He felt useless at his attempts to fix any ninth grade class that had entered his room over the last five years of tenure. Spoiled brats!

Laughter filtered down the hall toward him as he swung the door open. Like he figured, his classroom was out of control. I should make them drop and give me a hundred. He stuck a stubby finger into his stiffly, starched shirt collar and ran his finger around it, tracing at the sweat that had accumulated on his neck. Too bad I don't have twenty tooth brushes and cans of cleanser. The floor could use a good scrub. But caution ruined his ideas. Miss Wadsworth's was in his class for the second time in a row, and her family would make a big stink. It hadn't been the first time. Money talked. He had been warned last year that he would be the one to walk if he used military style discipline on her. If only I could bend her over my knee. That's what she needed. A good, old-fashioned spanking. Someone had to give that girl direction.

Halfway toward his rowdy class, Mr. Fisher swung his small hips and strutted toward him.

Mr. Haggerman slid his dark-rimmed glasses midway down his nose, and peered over them at the teen. Twinkle toes. He knew his kind. Great! In the military, they kicked those kind out. They were a distraction.

The kid stopped in front of him. A guilty-look washed over the clear-skinned, teen's face. He also swallowed an obvious lump.

The teacher stuck pushed his glasses back, shoved both hands into his trouser pockets, and jingled his change. He noted a wrinkled brown bag the boy carried. "Did you step out for lunch, Mr. Fisher?"

Ronald lowered his eyes. "I didn't get to eat breakfast, sir." His voice sounded small and girlish.

"You need a hall pass to be out here." The ex-army man watched the kid skitter cowardly toward his classroom. He is definitely one of them. Military taught him how to spot one. He glanced up at the ceiling. Why me God? Why do I get to be so lucky again this year?

Shelly Arkon © 2015

Conspiracy Theories: Is It Me? Or What?

A lot has happened this past week. And some time tonight the full moon will turn blood red. It will be hanging over Jerusalem. It's the 4th one. The 1st one appeared last year on the Jewish Passover.

This morning the media claimed that it was a sign of the end of the world. People said that when Y2K was upon us. However, I never believed that. Or felt it coming.  And I also remember a song that played a lot while all the hype with Y2K was happening. R.E.M.'s, It's the End of the World as We Know It.

It wasn't until the following year that 'the end of the world as we knew it' happened. 9/11 and it was the beginning of me taking notice of America's laws changing drastically. Bush must've slipped his magic pen to Obama because things have really changed since his first inauguration.

Anyway. Moving on...

I don't know what you all have seen this past week, but I know what I saw and HEARD. It gave me chills while I watched.

In 5 minutes

Caught a glimpse

The Eye of Horus

A white throne

A man in a snow-colored robe

People singing

Shouting

Praising

Worshipping

A man

I wonder when Yeshua comes if people will give Him the same welcome? He is the true Prince of Peace. He is the Lord of Lords and the King of Kings. He's the only one who was born without sin. The living Torah.  No one can or ever will take His place.

My dreams have been telling me we are in for a rude awakening. Pretty words and empty promises have been spoken this week. They will be the demise of us all. I hope and pray you know Him.

Not to mention, R.E.M's, It's the End of the World As We Know It, has been playing in my head...ALOT!

So is it me? Or what?

Hugs and chocolate!
Shelly

I Know...

Yes. I took last week off without notice. Rosh Hashanah snuck up on me. Yom Kippur is bolting toward me now. There's been a lot of fasting and praying from the Jewish and the Christian sides in my family. Not to mention, my No-No and her hubby live in Israel and Hamas has been firing rockets into near-by cities. The world around us is going crazy.

It's been distracting to say the least.

A lot has been going on that I haven't even shared, too. I needed to take a breather from blogging and social media all together. Hoping to get back to normal this week.

I hope everyone else is doing well.

Hugs and chocolate,
Shelly

An On-Line Novel: The Immoral- A Wad's Worth

Ronald dropped his lunch sack into the bathroom sink. He scanned the mirror's reflection of the five urinals behind him. The room was void of students and teachers. Good.

He opened his brown bag and dipped his hand into it. From there, he plucked out the baggie holding his tuna salad sandwich. Perfect. He unsealed it, peeled the plastic away from the white bread, and bit into it and chewed. Too bad I have to waste this on stupid people. It took every ounce of him to not swallow as he turned the faucet knobs. Under the running water, he held a sheet of his notebook paper and soaked it. Not enough to let it fall apart, but just enough for him to carefully hold it up by two corners. After, he laid onto the counter making sure to keep it in tact and then spit his chewed up sandwich onto it. At the Lutheran school he had made a name for himself when it came to tactical spit balls. He was an expert.

Bite by bite. Chew by chew. Spit by spit. He made a ball in the middle of the damp sheet. Carefully, he brought up the corners around the small mound and wrapped it as tightly as he could without it falling apart. The smell of this thing would linger for the day. Too bad he didn't have a few anchovies in oil to add. God help the one this lands on today.

A crooked grin creeped across his face. He contemplated who deserved it the most and it wasn't Gruber. Maybe Miss Wadsworth. Yeah. Pictures formed in his head on how he would make sure it would hit her face. He'd worry about the consequences later.

Celebrate!

First, Happy Labor Day! Hope yours is great.

Unfortunately, I will be loppity-lopping at The Salon tomorrow. Welcome to America the land of the enslaved. I could rant about this topic without a problem. But  I have great news instead.

My newest short story, Samah Ronit, has made it onto the Kindle Store Top 100 list. It's number 10 right this very minute and it's FREE until Tuesday.

You can find the link and cover to the left.

Hugs and chocolate!
Shelly

An On-Line Novel: The Immoral : Attacked

Ronald glared back at the girls taunting his BFF.

"What's wrong, Kermy the Froggy?" the girl with the moppy head of curls said, jutting out her lower lip for emphasis. "Piggy get her feelings hurt?"

He didn't respond. Instead he cast his gaze on Cassandra noting her internal conflict.

She was holding her breath, scribbling arrows every which way on the pad Mr. Haggerman left with her.

He reached toward her and yanked the paper away from her.

Cassandra shot him a what-are-you-doing-look at him.

Across the top half, he scrawled down names he knew. Wadsworth and Gruber. And described the others. The whole far right row. The kid with the Jimmy Swaggert hair. He wasn't afraid of these creeps. They could all go suck eggs for all he cared.

His BFF frowned.

"Hey! Look!" Grueber blurted out. "Miss Piggy's boyfriend is Hangman's henchman. He's writing down our names!"

Ronald studied Cassandra's reaction.

She actually breathed only to suck in a gob of air and held it again, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Are you going to write my name down?" some boy shouted from his right. "My name is Alton with an 'A'!" The kid sounded proud.

"How about my name?" A girl with Coke-bottle glasses pounded on her desk to his BFF's left.

The whole classroom broke out into hysterical laughter minus Cassandra. Wadded up balls of paper pummeled against Ronald and Cassandra. Not long after, tiny wet pellets splatted against their cheeks, necks, and heads.

Ronald swiped at the one clinging to his neck. A spit ball. How mature. He'd show these maniacs who not to mess with. These kids needed a visit to the principal's office. That was for sure. Wonder what kind of paddle they use here? At the Lutheran school, they used a ping-pong one. He got it once in the sixth grade for shoving a girl into a thorn bush on the playground. It only took once to fix his wagon.

Cassandra blew out the air she held, gave Ronald a half-smile, and reached for the notepad he had taken from her. After, she wrote: THE ENTIRE CLASS MIS-BEHAVED WHILE YOU WERE OUT!

He gave her a supportive nod. He would back up his BFF in this.

More spit balls flew through the air. This time three plastered themselves onto Ronald's right cheek.

War had now been declared by these hoodlums and he wasn't going to let Cassandra take the heat for it. He would be there to defend her through thick and thin.

He bent toward his right, stuck his hand in his book bag, and fumbled for one of his spiral notebooks. Pulling a blue one out, he plopped it onto his desk and flipped it open. He thumb through three blank pages and ripped them out. A plan for retaliation formed in his mind.

Cassandra mouthed, "What are you going to do?"

He gave her an evil grin, knowing that his plan might get him a visit with the principal and his paddle. But whatever he planned had to be stealth-like. Something menacing. Something these Baptist freaks would never forget.

His BFF raised her brows. She wanted an answer.

He knew the look and stood.

"Where are you going?" she whispered loud enough for only him to hear.

"To the bathroom." He strutted past her with the three sheets of paper and his bagged lunch.

***

Cassandra knew this wasn't going to end well. She couldn't figure why her BFF would risk his first impression for these idiots. They're not worth it. Her way would be to ignore them.

She glanced at his back while he hooked a left into the hallway.

"Where's Kermit going, Piggy?" Grueber tapped her right shoulder. "Is going to eat some flies?"

Cassandra sneered at him over her shoulder. Even that was too much to offer the greasy boy sitting behind her. Wonder if he knows if the giant zit on his nose is about to explode? It was the one thing that stood out on him besides his shiny hair follicles.

Miss Wadsworth let out a snort and pressed her finger against her nose. It made her nostrils flare making her look like a piggish-look. She followed with more grunts and then began to squeal like the farm animal.

The rest of the class followed suit.

The class monitor swung her head around and faced the blackboard. What was taking Mr. Haggerman so long? And why did Ronnie have to leave her alone in a room full of spoiled brats?

Shelly Arkon © 2015

On Tuesday....

Coming Tuesday, September 1, 2015, is my next short story, Samah Ronit. It will be on Amazon.

The cover is on the left of  your screen.  For some reason, I couldn't get my cover to download onto blogger.

Below is the blurb.

Sometimes God allows things to blow up in our faces to get their attention. It’s His way of giving us second chances.

Annabelle and Mary are a mother and daughter at odds.

Mary has her and her husband’s reputations to protect. And her sixteen-year-old daughter’s pregnancy may destroy that. A window of opportunity has opened for her to take care of the issue while he is away at a conference. A quick abortion should take care of it. Or will it?

Annabelle is praying otherwise while half-heartedly going along with the plan.

Will God answer her prayers?

Hope to be back on Thursday with another excerpt from The Immoral. Last Thursday, I had daughter fires to put out.

Hugs and chocolate,
Shelly

Conspiracy Theories: Margret Sanger

Today, I thought I'd share pro-abortionist and Eugenicist, Margret Sanger quotes. She had the perfect plan to implement how to depopulate the earth from those with corrupt genes and skin color.

And you know what? We have all been duped and have fallen for the deception.

We have all been socially engineered to accept the murder of a baby to be okay. But is it? Seriously?

Read these quotes and then think about what is going on in our country. Really, really think hard and good. Contemplate like where are abortion clinics set up. I know. But I want to see if you know and if you can connect the dots yourself.

Margret Sanger saw abortion as an act of mercy, "The most merciful thing that a huge family does to one of its infant members is to kill it".

Her act of mercy was against Afro-Americans and the poor. She saw them as the scum of the earth with bad genes.

This is the purpose of legalized abortions. Women's' issues for choice were exploited to help plug safe and legal abortion clinics into our society as good and acceptable.

But look where this choice has led us ...

I, for one used to accept first term abortion as plausible. But the truth is we have and are allowing babies, whether 2 days old or 40 weeks old, to be killed. God knew them before He knit them together in the womb. The Bible says so. And I'm pretty sure that His intentions for them were to have some kind of a life.

I know most unwanted pregnancies happen out of wedlock. Drug addicts and alcoholics carelessly get pregnant. I know all of these things. And I know a lot of you reading this are saying that an abortion is an act of mercy under such circumstances. I have 2 daughters who get pregnant easily who use drugs and it breaks my heart. But people who wanted babies have opened their hearts and homes to them...my grandbabies.

I just look around and I can't help but wander what we've done ... what we've allowed.

Anyway....

Woman and the New Race, ch. 6: “The Wickedness of Creating Large Families.”

[We should] apply a stern and rigid policy of sterilization and segregation to that grade of population whose progeny is tainted, or whose inheritance is such that objectionable traits may be transmitted to offspring

“Plan for Peace” from Birth Control Review (April 1932, pp. 107-108

Article 1. The purpose of the American Baby Code shall be to provide for a better distribution of babies… and to protect society against the propagation and increase of the unfit.
Article 4. No woman shall have the legal right to bear a child, and no man shall have the right to become a father, without a permit…
Article 6. No permit for parenthood shall be valid for more than one birth.

“America Needs a Code for Babies,” 27 Mar 1934

Give dysgenic groups [people with “bad genes”] in our population their choice of segregation or [compulsory] sterilization.

April 1932 Birth Control Review, pg. 108

Birth control must lead ultimately to a cleaner race.

Woman, Morality, and Birth Control. New York: New York Publishing Company, 1922. Page 12.

We should hire three or four colored ministers, preferably with social-service backgrounds, and with engaging personalities.  The most successful educational approach to the Negro is through a religious appeal. We don’t want the word to go out that we want to exterminate the Negro population, and the minister is the man who can straighten out that idea if it ever occurs to any of their more rebellious members.

If you leave a comment keep it nice, to the point, and no name calling, please.

Hugs and chocolate,

Shelly

An On-line Novel: The Immoral- The Hangman

I'm finally getting my mojo back for blogging and writing. Yay! Here's another chapter from my on-line novel.

THE HANGMAN

Someone cleared their throat off to Cassandra’s right. After, loose change clanked together.

Cassandra swung her head in the direction of the noise. A man stood in the doorway to the classroom, peering over his black rimmed glasses. They had slid halfway down his nose. She hadn’t met him before. The day her and her mom came for open house, the home room teacher was out sick. It had to be him. He looked more like a military man though. His pure white shirt and black trousers had absolutely no wrinkles.

The rowdy teens suddenly went silent and plopped in the desks around her and her BFF. All went sullen-faced.

“Good morning, class,” the man said, strutting to the podium in front of the desk. “I see we’re up to our same antics, Mr. Gruber.” He cast a gaze over his shoulder and grabbed onto each side of the lectern.

The greasy-haired boy at the chalkboard lowered his head and rushed around the teacher’s giant desk to the one directly behind Cassandra. He plopped loudly into the seat.

“Miss Wadsworth, please go to your desk before I decide to write you a warning.” He smoothed back his grey clipper cut. The short hairs on the top of his head stood straight up.

The girl standing in front of Ronald tugged at her skirt and hurried to the back of the room.

“I see we haven’t grown up much over the summer.” His dark, beady eyes went from left to right stopping at Cassandra. He tapped his chin and then glanced down. “You are new. Miss̶̶ .”

“Cassandra Berg. My friends call me Sassie.”

The girls behind her, snickered.

The teacher’s lips flat-lined, and he cocked his left bushy brow as he shot a look passed Cassandra. “One more time, ladies, and you can visit Mr. Ray today. I’m sure he would be pleased to see all of you.” He let go of the stand and straightened, shifting his glance back on Cassandra. “Miss Berg.” He nodded and shifted his eyes toward Ronald. “And you, sir?”

“Ronald Fisher, sir.”

“In my class, you will be known and called by your last name. I am not your friend. I am your instructor.” Saliva webbed around the corners of his mouth as he spoke.

The kid behind Cassandra tapped her shoulder and whispered, “That’s why we call him the hangman.”

“Mr. Gruber, do you have something to share with the class?” the teacher said.

“Um, no, sir.”

“Good. Then let’s get on with me introducing myself.” He made his way around the desk toward the blackboard and picked up a felt eraser. There, he stood with his back to the class as he studied the hangman before erasing it. “My name is Haggerman.” He plucked a piece of chalk from the board's silver tray and scribbled out M-r-.-H-a-g-g-e-r-m-a-n. After, he faced the class.

An intercom hanging on the wall above Ronald buzzed. “Mr. Haggerman?” a woman’s voice said.

“Yes.”

“You’re wanted in Mr. Ray’s office immediately.”

“Let me get my students squared away first.”

“Okay. I’ll let him know.”

Mr. Haggerman set his gaze on Cassandra. “Ms. Berg, I have job for you.”

Cassandra rolled her shoulders back. She couldn’t imagine what he wanted.

He marched toward her with a legal pad and pen in hand. “I’m making you the class monitor. I want you to write down the names of those who talk and get out of their seats.” He handed her the items.

She took them reluctantly. This wasn’t going to be good. Why couldn’t he have picked Ronnie? Or someone else? Why me?

“Can you handle this, Miss Berg?”

“Yes, sir.” She didn’t have the guts to tell him otherwise.

“Good. I know you won’t disappoint me. You have an honest face,” he said, lifting his chin. He slid his right hand into his pant pocket and jingled his loose change again. “And for the rest of you, I want you to take out your Bibles and hand copy Psalm twenty-three, three times over. That should keep you busy until I return.” After, he spun on his heels and hurried out of the classroom door hooking to the right down the hallway.

One of the girls in the back let out a loud cackle, “Hangman’s got a pet piggy!”

Shelly Arkon © 2015

Shaking My Fists at God Almighty

Last week, I posted a thought that got some special remarks. I notice some are very angry with God. I used to be, too.

Let me explain...

Once upon a time, this girl was raised by crazy. Insanity is part of my DNA. If it weren't for my stepfather, I'm not so sure where my sibs and I would've ended up. Probably a foster home. My mom would forget about us. Sometimes we weren't picked up until 11 at night after school. Dinner might be served at 1 in the morning. Sometimes she couldn't get herself out of bed to get us to school on time. Sometimes she couldn't sleep. And a lot of times we got whacked for no reason at all.

The majority of the time when she was awake, she spent it dividing and tearing her family apart. So many lies were told that I'm not really sure what is true and what is not, even now as an adult. I have to piece things together. My mother is someone who suffers from Bi-Polar disorder and is a pathological liar. Thank God, she wasn't a serial killer. She hurt all of us. My dad. My stepdad. Me. My sister. My brother. Even my kids.

I tried to control her. But I couldn't. Not even as an adult.

As a pre-teen and teen, I was bullied all through my tenure at a Christian school. No matter how hard I tried to laugh along with the insults, I was dying inside. And it didn't help that I had to come home to crazy everyday. Depression ruled my teenage years. A bag of Keebler's Pecan Sandies and a half gallon  of ice cream was my remedy. Eating everything I could get my hands on filled the void. I felt God never heard my prayers for relief and didn't understand why. Maybe I deserved this punishment.

At 18, I got married to someone 7 years older than myself. He and his holy-rolling family had a secret. He was a hardcore drug addict. Something I thought only happened in the movies. Domestic violence and 12 step-meetings riddled my life, along with back and forth scenarios to him and getting involved with yet another abusive man. Three children later, I made my break. But not without DCF waltzing into my life temporarily and making no case. All the while my mom poured salt into my wounds. There was a war between her and the mother-in-law. There was a score to settle.

Crazy surrounded me. The mother-in-law blamed my mom's insanity for the reason why her son was the way he was and for the fall of our marriage.

During this time, I questioned God. How could he let me marry someone like that? Why would God allow children to be born into a situation like this? Why? It didn't make sense that a loving God would allow such things. Why did I have to have the mother I had? Why would God do this to me? It wasn't fair. Was it? And why would another set of parents allow a young girl to marry their drug addicted son? They were Christians. What were they thinking?

When daughter number 3 was a year old, I married the younger 2  daughter's dad (I have 5 daughters in all). My mom decided she didn't like him and made our lives miserable. Her nose poked around in everything. More lies were told. She was hell bent to settle scores with the first hubby and his mom, and  then the second. Her lies became more convincing and more out of control. No matter what I did, I had no way of making her stop. I felt like a helpless little child.

Why God? Why would You allow this? It's not fair. It's not right. What did I do to deserve all of this?

Mom's lies snowballed myself, my daughters ... all of us at the mercy of the dependency courts. For 2 years, I wasn't allowed to have daughter number 2 and 3 in my care. They went to the holy-rollers and their drug-addicted son because of a lie my mother told. But I could keep the older child and the younger ones.

The 2 grandmothers were settling their scores by slinging mud. And I was the scapegoat. I'll never forget the day, my mother called. After I said hello, I got an earful of laughter, "They think it was you that made up a the lie. It was me. It's because of me you lost No-No and E-wee."

Why God? Why would you allow this?

When the state-hired-shrink had figure it all out and apologized for his misdiagnosis, it was too late. The damage was done to my character and I had to jump through rings of fire to get my kids back.

Why God? Why are you so hateful to me?

When my 2 daughters were returned to my care, my then hubby called me up in the middle of the night. "I'm not having fun. I'm not coming home anymore." For two years, he was seeing someone else right under my nose. He even started drinking heavy.

Why God? Why would you leave me to fend for 5 children on my own? Why?

I had to work 3 part-time jobs while I put myself through college. We were hungry most of the time. My family. The dads and their families, not even the state...not one of them helped me out. It was as if they wanted me to fail. Maybe they did.

Child support was and is a joke. If a man or woman doesn't have it in their heart to pay, it doesn't matter what you have done to them. It's a pure waste of time.

Why God?

I wrote a program called A Parent's Advocate, and worked it under a parenting program in Manatee County. "I'm going to take your program from you,' I was told. I worked it for 2 years. There are wolves in the child welfare system. It's not really about helping children and families at all.

Why God? Why?

After this, I wanted nothing to do with God. I felt that He had stolen precious years away from me being a mom. I can't express to any of you, how much I loved being a mommy. I always wanted to show my kids how much I loved them and that they were important, and that adults could apologize when they were wrong. I wanted to make special memories. I wanted a home of sanity and peace. But it was stolen from me for no damn good reason along with my knight in shining armor. I absolutely adored my younger daughter's father.

I was one angry white chick!

I sought every religion outside of Christianity for an answer. It was then I discovered a group of ladies who had psychic abilities. I had some, too. But it never answered my questions as to why bad things happen to nice, good people in general.

It's weird how our past haunts us through our adult children.

A couple of years ago, I had to take in daughter number 4's son. She struggles with drug addiction as does daughter number 3. When I had to take him in for the second time and battle DCF yet again, I cried 'uncle to God' so to speak. And I asked Him 'why?'

And a still. small voice answered me back, "A lot had to do with all the decisions that were made."

God is a gentleman. He won't step on anyone's toes to get them to do His will. He wants us to operate under free will. This includes how we react to hunger in the world, war, the widows, the elderly, the sick, to our outside environment, to the animals...He created a system and when we go against it whether deliberately or naively, the consequences can be dire.

But what about mental illness? Forgive and let go. I believe a lot of mental illness has to do with the ability to forgive or not. For many years after all the abuse from family members and DCF, I suffered from PSTD on steroids. Things crippled my insides, including my daughters' drug habits. It has helped cause me GERD and a twisted bowel.

You have every reason in the world to hate God, you might say. Oh but I did and all those confessing to be good Christians (YES. SOME ARE THE BIGGEST HYPOCRITES...EVER). Came across a few of those while I was being struck down.

But anyway, I don't anymore. After I read the Bible through once (going on my third time through) I realized and understood that His 2 greatest commandments were to love Him with all our hearts and to love our neighbors as ourselves and this means no matter what. And if we could actually do these two things, everything would fall into place. No more war. No more hunger. No more environmental issues. No more mental illness. No more drugs. No more alcoholism. No more greed. NO MORE CRAP!

And that Yeshua lived this example for us. He laid down His human life for us all. I get it now. I hope all of you get it. That's my prayer.

Hugs and chocolate,
Shelly

PS Will be back Thursday with another excerpt from my on-line novel, The Immoral.

A Thought

If we seek to survive outside of the will of God, we usually do it through selfish means.

What do you think?

Finally ... Well, Sort Of

Got a new phone. A Samsung Galaxy 5. I like it. But I'm still learning how it works. Finally figured out how to post my blogs. Yay!

Anyway, this past Saturday, I downloaded Windows 10. I lost my cursor. Aw man! I've been going nuts trying to find a remedy.

After, pushing a bunch of different keys, I got a box telling me that my computer is fixing my cursor problem. But I need to press 'okay' and have nothing to do it with. OY VEY!

And yes, I've pushed 'enter' and the arrow keys. Got me nada.

So I'm waiting to see if anything happened while I'm at work.

I really need to get back to my regular schedule of doing things. I also need to figure out how to access the blogs that I follow from my new phone.

What's everyone else up to?

Hugs and chocolate, all,
Shelly

Eventually

Eventually, I'll get back to my normal schedule of blogging. Two weeks ago, E-wee, daughter number three decided to take a little trip. That's all I'm going to say about it. Other than its been full of drama that has knocked this writer off her keyboards.

Keep me in your prayers!

Hugs and chocolate, all!
Shelly

An On-line Novel: The Immoral: Miss Piggy and Kermit the Frog

 

A bell chimed loudly out over the school yard. A ton of teens, both male and female, too many to count, herded to the front of the school building. Ronald scanned each face hoping to find a familiar one besides his BFF. But he didn’t see anyone from the Lutheran school or his neighborhood.

Cassandra stuck to him like Velcro. She never left his side even after they shuffled into the hallway of the building. They both went to the same home room for ninth graders.

“Where do you want to sit?” Ronald glanced around the room. There were more than enough empty desks. The front row sat vacant.

A tall greasy-haired boy stood in front of a chalkboard drawing a hangman. Five girls sat in the very back of the room chattering to each other.

“I don’t care,” Cassandra whispered. “Just as long as we sit together.”

The kid at the chalkboard drew a pair of square-shaped glasses on the stick figure’s face. After, he swirled around laughing, searching the room for someone’s attention to his masterpiece. “This ouhgta make Mr. Hangman feel welcomed.”

 “I thought our home room teacher’s name was Haggermen?” Cassandra plopped in a desk smack dab in the middle of the room, in front of what appeared to be the absent teacher’s.

Ronald sat in the desk to the left of her. “It is. The kid is just being stupid.” He made sure that his BFF could only hear him and set her book bag beside her.

The girls in the back giggled.

One of them said, “She looks like Miss Piggy.”

“And he looks like Kermit the Frog,” another one said through a cackle. “They must be boyfriend and girlfriend.”

Ronald raised his brows. “I thought high school was for the more mature.”

“Me, too.” Cassandra twisted her face. “They’re not a very polite for a bunch of Southern Baptist Christian kids.”

“No. They’re not.” He figured as much. His parents hung out with a Southern Baptist couple and they were known for gossiping about anyone. But at the same time they were the most pious people he’d ever known.

“Did you hear that?” one of the girls from behind guffawed. “I believe Kermit croaked and Piggy snorted.”

“Yeah,” another girl agreed.

Before Cassandra and Ronald could even make a comment, from behind, a tall, lanky girl waltzed between them. “My friends and I were talking to the two of you.” She pushed at her dark, bushy curls over her shoulders, giving Ronald a serious look. “Don’t you two have any manners?”

“We had no clue who you were talking to.” Cassandra squinted at the girl.

“Yeah.” Ronald said. “We didn’t realize that we had walked onto the set of The Muppet Show.”

 

 

Shelly Arkon © 2015

 

 

Conspiracy Theories: New World Order: A Quote

Since I'm pooped from the Fourth of July festivities, I'm posting a quote made by David Rockefeller, in 1991. No one can tell me that we're not be controlled by a shadow government of some sort.



We are grateful to The Washington Post, The New York Times, Time Magazine and other great publications whose directors have attended our meetings and respected their promises of discretion for almost forty years. It would have been impossible for us to develop our plan for the world if we had been subject to the bright lights of publicity during those years. But, the work is now much more sophisticated and prepared to march towards a world government. The supranational sovereignty of an intellectual elite and world bankers is surely preferable to the national autodetermination practiced in past centuries." David Rockefeller [June, 1991]

What do you think?

I'll be back Thursday with another piece from The Immoral.

Hugs and chocolate, all,
Shelly

A Fourth of July Quote

I hope everyone enjoys their holiday and their families. Also, please remember to pray and say 'thank you' to God. And also say 'thank you' to our men and women who were and are in service for this country.

Hugs and chocolate, all!

Shelly

PS Next week, I post another segment from The Immoral

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 Snopes.com (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 that..et 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 miscarriages...et 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:

 

http://www.cogforlife.org/fetalproductsall.pdf

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!

Resources:

 

China harvesting live organs

http://nypost.com/2014/08/09/chinas-long-history-of-harvesting-organs-from-living-political-prisoners/

Companies who use aborted baby fetus

http://op54rosary.ning.com/forum/topics/products-which-are-using-aborted-fetus-in-their-products

Updated list of…

http://www.cogforlife.org/fetalproductsall.pdf

 Snopes.com

http://www.snopes.com/horrors/cannibal/fetus.asp

EU Times reporting on Baby Soup

http://www.eutimes.net/2009/10/chinese-eat-baby-soup/

http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=c06_1376430180

Dog eating festival

http://www.washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2015/06/19/chinas-annual-dog-eating-festival-prompts-social-media-firestorm/  Chinese government says that its not true

Article from Hong Eastern Express 1995

http://chinasucks.org/fetal.htm

ABC News Chinese made infant Capsules seized in S. Korea

http://abcnews.go.com/Health/chinese-made-infant-flesh-capsules-seized-korea/story?id=16296176

Federal Cannibalism-Life Advocate-Feb 1995-Denise Billings

http://keeplifelegal.com/tag/chinese-baby-soup/

 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!

Shelly

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

 

 

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,
Shelly

See you on Thursday.

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