Crash Site Recognition
TAME Flight 120
January 28, 2002
Sam Aurelius Milam III
This is another of the short articles in which I'm showing pictures of crash sites. I intend for the articles — and the pictures — to clarify the difference between what is and what isn't a crash site. It's important for people to be able to recognize the difference, especially when the government declares, in spite of all evidence to the contrary, that certain damage was caused by a plane crash. So, in the pictures, notice the amount, the size, and the visibility of the wreckage. Learn to recognize for yourself what is, and what isn't, a crash site. Learn to not be deceived by government lies and propaganda.
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Letters to the Editor
|lies would not be in this country if it were
not for slavery.
Roots is a different subject altogether. White mothers and fathers do not tell white children Roots at bed time. It would be totally out of place for a black woman to play Ann Frank in a WWII movie about the Jewish struggles against the Nazis. But I still think Cinderella, and stories such as Snow White are cross cultural because they are for children....
And for the record I hated when they used Cedric the Entertainer in the remake of the Honeymooners! Now that was a real miscast in my book!!!Your brother in struggle.
Okay, forget Roots. Pick any black story that you want, fact, fiction, or convertible. Imagine using white actors. I expect that the black critics would object. My point isn't which story is being told, or its origins. My point is the attitude of the black critics. They seem to like black people as white characters but not white people as black characters. It seems hypocritical to me, maybe even racist.
Dear Mr Milam;
Thank you, for bringing the truth forward and pulling back the curtain people don't want to look behind....
To your May 2015 dialogue with Bob Link, you're spot on with your reply "Maybe the prisons are destroying the brainwashing and creating a group of people who can recognize a police state when they see one." AMEN!! To any person that wishes to "objectively" expound on the prison system, they need a firm understanding of Potemkin Villages and Barmecide Feasts ..., there are curtains that must be looked behind....
Thank you for providing a means for the silenced to be heard. I remain,
In sincere appreciation
—Robert H. Outman
... Interesting pieces you've been putting into the Frontiersman's, lately. Lots of crash sites....
I hope you are well, my friend. I still enjoy the letter you put out. Keep up the good work.
—Sticky, of San Diego
I still strongly protest you article [Lay Their Burden Down, June, page 3] you sent me. but I agree: "creepy and slimy to me...." someone wrote to you [June, page 2]. Oh an that thing about abused not leaving abusers.: They fear their abusers will become more violent — perhaps fatal — stalking them if they leave.
Believing Abuse is Normal
Distrust of Police
Nowhere to Go:
One of the hallmarks of an abusive relationship is an abuser gradually isolating the victim from her support network, including friends and family. Since it happens over time, often victims of domestic violence don't even realize what's happening until it's too late. They may be scared of reaching out to their former support network, or they may feel there's no one they can trust. A woman may fear her partner's actions if she leaves.
My partner said he will hunt me down and kill me. My partner will kidnap the children and disappear. My partner will take my passport and immigration papers. My partner will spread horrible rumors about me. She will "out" me at work or to my family. My partner will have me deported or report me to the INS. My partner will stop the processing of my Green Card.
My article was about so-called molestation involving adolescents. Your comments mostly address domestic abuse, which is a completely different topic. Anyway, I'll reply to your comments.
Your concerns about domestic abuse appear to have been unduly influenced by the stuff that's shown on the television. I've seen, on the TV, such situations as you suggested, stories of protracted campaigns by ruthless, calculating men seeking revenge against or domination of helpless, terrified women. Such dramatic situations make exciting fare on the TV, but I haven't heard those sorts of things in the stories that women have told to me. Probably, such things really do happen in real life but it seems likely to me that their alleged frequency of occurrence has been exaggerated by feminists with an agenda, by movie promoters in search of sponsors, and by TV news agencies hoping to boost their ratings. As an aside, and addressing the credibility of TV news agencies, recall that, according to them, mothers rescue their chi-
|dren and fathers abduct their children.
Given that, how credible can they be? Anyway, getting back to the
point, I doubt that many men have the perseverance, the resources, or even
the motivation to carry out such complex and devious schemes as you mentioned.
The few men who do fit that profile have probably already been recruited
by the CIA. I expect that the "thank God and Greyhound she's gone"
mentality is probably more prevalent within the male population.
A beer down at Louie's is more likely behavior than a long-drawn-out scheme.
I've known a few women who stayed in abusive relationships longer than seemed necessary. In the situations with which I'm familiar, when the woman left, the abuse ended, regardless of which one of them was causing it.
Sam Aurelius Milam III
Would anybody expect the bacteria in a petri disk to understand the lab technician, or even to be aware of him? Probably not. I don't know if the gap between us and God is comparable to the gap between bacteria and lab technicians, but I can speculate.
I suppose that standard procedure in the Heavenly laboratory would be for God to keep the petri dish covered most of the time, to prevent us from escaping. So long as we're securely covered, we can be controlled. If we began to get too numerous or to do things that God didn't like, then he could easily correct the situation by the judicious application of some antibiotics: a flood here, an ice age there, a meteor or two, and the culture (nice double meaning) would be back under control.
We know that God gets tired (Genesis 2:2), so after a hard several thousand or so years of peering through his Heavenly microscope, God would probably call it a day. He'd make sure that the petri dish was covered, shove it to the back of the laboratory table, turn off the lights, and go home. That would give us several thousand years with nobody staring over our shoulders and smiting us all of the time. Left to ourselves, we might accomplish a lot in a few thousand unsupervised years. We might escape from the petri dish. We might even escape from the lab table. Once they're loose, bacteria can get around with surprising facility. In such a case, we'd do well to keep a low profile. There might be a Heavenly cleaning lady who comes in during the night.
We'd also be well advised to scatter far and wide, to get as far from that petri dish as possible. We'd need to make a clean getaway and to do it before God came back, sterilized the petri dish, and sprayed the Heavenly lab table with Heavenly Lysol disinfectant.
Here's an even more intriguing speculation. Maybe it's already been done. Maybe our ancestors were some of the ones who escaped. Maybe we're living behind the cover plate, in a light switch on the wall of the Heavenly laboratory. Maybe God doesn't even know that we're here. We should try to keep quiet. There might be another can of Heavenly Lysol disinfectant sitting somewhere nearby, as God measures distance.
An Old Blind Man Walked Into a Bar
Original Source Unknown. Forwarded by Sir Donald the Elusive.
An old, blind man wandered into an all-girl biker bar by mistake. He found his way to a bar stool and ordered a beer. After sitting there for a while, he yelled to the bartender, "Hey, you wanna hear a blonde joke?"
The bar immediately fell absolutely silent. The woman next to the old man said, "Before you tell that joke, old man, I think it's only fair, considering that you're blind, that you should know five things. The bartender is a blonde girl with a baseball bat. The bouncer is a blonde girl. I'm a 6-foot tall, 175-pound blonde woman with a black-belt in karate. The woman sitting next to me is blonde and a professional weightlifter. The lady to your right is blonde and a professional wrestler. Now, think about it seriously, mister. Do you still wanna tell that joke?"
The blind man thought for a second, shook his head, and said, "Not if I'm gonna have to explain it five times."
My thanks to the following: SantaClara Bob; Lady Jan the Voluptuous; my mother; Betty; and Robert, of Ione, California.
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