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.
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.
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.”
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.
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
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!
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.
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.”
“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.
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.