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The Last Will And Testament of: 

Barack H. Obama

To my beloved wife, Michelle, and my two greatest loves Malia and Sasha

Babies, your mother, is the strongest woman I've ever known and one of the reasons I fell deeply in love with her. Lean on her often and you will find the support necessary, and you will also give her support in this time of transition. 

As I write this, I don't know the cause of my death, just that it happened before any of us expected. This is not my first will, just my last. I've written several since becoming a father, each one different than the previous. My will has never changed, just my ability to explain life and the world as it is. As a parent it is a great joy raising children, a learning experience for both parent and child. One of the most difficult and fulfilling.

Malia, I was there when you were born, the doctors cleaned you off and handed you to your Mother, you were so beautiful I wept uncontrollably, my emotions were so strong and, conflicting. Unbelievable love and a fear I've never known. You were no longer in the safety of your mother's womb. I used to rub lotion on mom's belly and and tell you about how much we both loved you. It was easy to talk to you then, I didn't have to hold back anything, don't take this wrong but it was like talking to your dog, great listeners, unborn babies and dogs. Knowing you were smart, I told you everything. When I first held you, I told you, how much you were loved and then  for reasons I don't understand I gave you Einstein's E=mc2.  

Sasha, I am so glad you came along when you did, God's timing is perfect. Your mother and I were working so hard and long to make the world a better place for your sister and you, It was easy to get discouraged, the changes were so small and took so long. When you were born we both realized we were aiming to low. You were a spark to re-ignite the fire, so bright your mother and I knew  could get the family where we are today. 

Teaching you both was a never ending love. It was also the hardest thing to do. Parents want so much to be good teachers, it is almost like being God with his fingers in the clay. Molding a child is a great responsibility. You start at the base and work up to the head. With out a good foundation the head will fall, such is teaching. We want to tell you everything to protect you. Always remember KIP (Knowledge is Power). 

I also feel the need to apologize to both of you, for leaving the world such a mess. Me and your mother did what we needed to. I know you don't blame me. Don't you two ever worry about the massive death tolls from riots, food shortages, power and water rationing, increasing pollution, global warming, lack of response to emergencies, wars, or any other thing you hear on the news, being the daughters of a president, not to mention the first African-America president means, the two of you will always be safe and not want for anything material. You'll hear all sorts of stories and opinions about what your dad said or didn't  say, did or didn't do, who he was or wasn't. Listen to your mother. 

For Michelle only

To my inspiration, I read and forgot this long before we met. Within moments of meeting you, it all came flooding back and I began trembling on the inside so hard I was sure you were going to notice. I would not be the man I am today without you. I went into a state of desperation, always scared I'd hear you say "I do" at some wedding where I wasn't the groom. When you said "yes" to me I came closer to fainting than you realize.  You've been everything to me and I hope I didn't let you down.  

The Wife

by Washington Irving

(1783-1859)

The treasures of the deep are not so precious As are the concealed comforts of a man Lock'd up in woman's love. I scent the air Of blessings, when I came but near the house, What a delicious breath marriage sends forth-- The violet bed's no sweeter!

MIDDLETON.

I HAVE often had occasion to remark the fortitude with which women sustain the most overwhelming reverses of fortune. Those disasters which break down the spirit of a man, and prostrate him in the dust, seem to call forth all the energies of the softer sex, and give such intrepidity and elevation to their character, that at times it approaches to sublimity. Nothing can be more touching, than to behold a soft and tender female, who had been all weakness and dependence, and alive to every trivial roughness, while threading the prosperous paths of life, suddenly rising in mental force to be the comforter and support of her husband under misfortune, and abiding with unshrinking firmness the bitterest blasts of adversity.

As the vine, which has long twined its graceful foliage about the oak, and been and been lifted by it into sunshine, will, when the hardy plant is rifted by the thunderbolt, cling round it with its caressing tendrils, and bind up its shattered boughs, so is it beautifully ordered by Providence, that woman, who is the mere dependent and ornament of man in his happier hours, should be his stay and solace when smitten with sudden calamity; winding herself into the rugged recesses of his nature, tenderly supporting the drooping head, and binding up the broken heart.

I was once congratulating a friend, who had around him a blooming family, knit together in the strongest affection. "I can wish you no better lot," said he, with enthusiasm, "than to have a wife and children. If you are prosperous, there they are to share your prosperity; if otherwise, there they are to comfort you." And, indeed, I have observed that a married man falling into misfortune, is more apt to retrieve his situation in the world than a single one; partly, because he is more stimulated to exertion by the necessities of the helpless and beloved beings who depend upon him for subsistence, but chiefly because his spirits are soothed and relieved by domestic endearments, and his self-respect kept alive by finding, that, though all abroad is darkness and humiliation, yet there is still a little world of love at home, of which he is the monarch. Whereas, a single man is apt to run to waste and self-neglect; to fancy himself lonely and abandoned, and his heart to fall to ruin, like some deserted mansion, for want of an inhabitant.

These observations call to mind a little domestic story, of which I was once a witness. My intimate friend, Leslie, had married a beautiful and accomplished girl, who had been brought up in the midst of fashionable life. She had, it is true, no fortune, but that of my friend was ample; and he delighted in the anticipation of indulging her in every elegant pursuit, and administering to those delicate tastes and fancies that spread a kind of witchery about the sex.--"Her life," said he, "shall be like a fairy tale."

The very difference in their characters produced a harmonious combination; he was of a romantic, and somewhat serious cast; she was all life and gladness. I have often noticed the mute rapture with which he would gaze upon her in company, of which her sprightly powers made her the delight: and how, in the midst of applause, her eye would still turn to him, as if there alone she sought favor and acceptance. When leaning on his arm, her slender form contrasted finely with his tall, manly person. The fond, confiding air with which she looked up to him seemed to call forth a flush of triumphant pride and cherishing tenderness, as if he doated on his lovely burden from its very helplessness. Never did a couple set forward on the flowery path of early and well-suited marriage with a fairer prospect of felicity.

It was the misfortune of my friend, however, to have embarked his property in large speculations; and he had not been married many months, when, by a succession of sudden disasters, it was swept from him, and he found himself reduced to almost penury. For a time he kept his situation to himself, and went about with a haggard countenance, and a breaking heart. His life was but a protracted agony; and what rendered it more insupportable was the necessity of keeping up a smile in the presence of his wife; for he could not bring himself to overwhelm her with the news. She saw, however, with the quick eyes of affection, that all was not well with him. She marked his altered looks and stifled sighs, and was not to be deceived by his sickly and vapid attempts at cheerfulness. She tasked all her sprightly powers and tender blandishments to win him back to happiness; but she only drove the arrow deeper into his soul. The more he saw cause to love her, the more torturing was the thought that he was soon to make her wretched. A little while, thought he, and the smile will vanish from that cheek--the song will die away from those lips--the lustre of those eyes will be quenched with sorrow and the happy heart which now beats lightly in that bosom, will be weighed down, like mine, by the cares and miseries of the world.

At length he came to me one day, and related his whole situation in a tone of the deepest despair. When I had heard him through, I inquired: "Does your wife know all this?"--At the question he burst into an agony of tears. "For God's sake!" cried he, "if you have any pity on me don't mention my wife; it is the thought of her that drives me almost to madness!"

"And why not?" said I. "She must know it sooner or later: you cannot keep it long from her, and the intelligence may break upon her in a more startling manner than if imparted by yourself; for the accents of those we love soften the harshest tidings. Besides, you are depriving yourself of the comforts of her sympathy; and not merely that, but also endangering the only bond that can keep hearts together--an unreserved community of thought and feeling. She will soon perceive that something is secretly preying upon your mind; and true love will not brook reserve; it feels undervalued and outraged, when even the sorrows of those it loves are concealed from it."

"Oh, but my friend! to think what a blow I am to give to all her future prospects,--how I am to strike her very soul to the earth, by telling her that her husband is a beggar! that she is to forego all the elegancies of life--all the pleasures of society--to shrink with me into indigence and obscurity! To tell her that I have dragged her down from the sphere in which she might have continued to move in constant brightness--the light of every eye--the admiration of every heart!--How can she bear poverty? She has been brought up in all the refinements of opulence. How can she bear neglect? She has been the idol of society. Oh, it will break her heart--it will break her heart!"

I saw his grief was eloquent, and I let it have its flow; for sorrow relieves itself by words. When his paroxysm had subsided, and he had relapsed into moody silence, I resumed the subject gently, and urged him to break his situation at once to his wife. He shook his head mournfully, but positively.

"But how are you to keep it from her? It is necessary she should know it, that you may take the steps proper to the alteration of your circumstances. You must change your style of living--nay," observing a pang to pass across his countenance, "don't let that afflict you. I am sure you have never placed your happiness in outward show--you have yet friends, warm friends, who will not think the worse of you for being less splendidly lodged: and surely it does not require a palace to be happy with Mary--"

"I could be happy with her," cried he, convulsively, "in a hovel!--I could go down with her into poverty and the dust!--I could--I could--God bless her!--God bless her!" cried he, bursting into a transport of grief and tenderness.

"And believe me, my friend," said I, stepping up, and grasping him warmly by the hand, "believe me, she can be the same with you. Ay, more; it will be a source of pride and triumph to her--it will call forth all the latent energies and fervent sympathies of her nature; for she will rejoice to prove that she loves you for yourself. There is in every true woman's heart a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity; but which kindles up, and beams, and blazes in the dark hour of adversity. No man knows what the wife of his bosom is--no man knows what a ministering angel she is--until he has gone with her through the fiery trials of this world."

There was something in the earnestness of my manner, and the figurative style of my language, that caught the excited imagination of Leslie. I knew the auditor I had to deal with; and following up the impression I had made, I finished by persuading him to go home and unburden his sad heart to his wife.

I must confess, notwithstanding all I had said, I felt some little solicitude for the result. Who can calculate on the fortitude of one whose life has been a round of pleasures? Her gay spirits might revolt at the dark, downward path of low humility suddenly pointed out before her, and might cling to the sunny regions in which they had hitherto revelled. Besides, ruin in fashionable life is accompanied by so many galling mortifications, to which, in other ranks, it is a stranger. In short, I could not meet Leslie, the next morning, without trepidation. He had made the disclosure.

"And how did she bear it?"

"Like an angel! It seemed rather to be a relief to her mind, for she threw her arms around my neck, and asked if this was all that had lately made me unhappy.--But, poor girl," added he, "she cannot realize the change we must undergo. She has no idea of poverty but in the abstract; she has only read of it in poetry, where it is allied to love. She feels as yet no privation; she suffers no loss of accustomed conveniences nor elegancies. When we come practically to experience its sordid cares, its paltry wants, its petty humiliations--then will be the real trial."

"But," said I, "now that you have got over the severest task, that of breaking it to her, the sooner you let the world into the secret the better. The disclosure may be mortifying; but then it is a single misery, and soon over: whereas you otherwise suffer it, in anticipation, every hour in the day. It is not poverty, so much as pretence, that harasses a ruined man--the struggle between a proud mind and an empty purse-the keeping up a hollow show that must soon come to an end. Have the courage to appear poor, and you disarm poverty of its sharpest sting." On this point I found Leslie perfectly prepared. He had no false pride himself, and as to his wife, she was only anxious to conform to their altered fortunes.

Some days afterwards, he called upon me in the evening. He had disposed of his dwelling-house, and taken a small cottage in the country, a few miles from town. He had been busied all day in sending out furniture. The new establishment required few articles, and those of the simplest kind. All the splendid furniture of his late residence had been sold, excepting his wife's harp. That, he said, was too closely associated with the idea of herself it belonged to the little story of their loves; for some of the sweetest moments of their courtship were those when he had leaned over that instrument, and listened to the melting tones of her voice.--I could not but smile at this instance of romantic gallantry in a doating husband.

He was now going out to the cottage, where his wife had been all day superintending its arrangement. My feelings had become strongly interested in the progress of his family story, and, as it was a fine evening, I offered to accompany him.

He was wearied with the fatigues of the day, and, as we walked out, fell into a fit of gloomy musing.

"Poor Mary!" at length broke, with a heavy sigh, from his lips.

"And what of her," asked I, "has anything happened to her?"

"What," said he, darting an impatient glance, is it nothing to be reduced to this paltry situation--to be caged in a miserable cottage--to be obliged to toil almost in the menial concerns of her wretched habitation?"

Has she then repined at the change?

"Repined! she has been nothing but sweetness and good-humor. Indeed, she seems in better spirits than I have ever known her; she has been to me all love, and tenderness, and comfort!"

"Admirable girl!" exclaimed I. "You call yourself poor, my friend; you never were so rich,--you never knew the boundless treasures of excellence you possessed in that woman."

"Oh! but, my friend, if this first meeting at the cottage were over, I think I could then be comfortable. But this is her first day of real experience; she has been introduced into a humble dwelling,--she has been employed all day in arranging its miserable equipments,--she has, for the first time, known the fatigues of domestic employment,--she has, for the first time, looked around her on a home destitute of every thing elegant--almost of every thing convenient; and may now be sitting down, exhausted and spiritless, brooding over a prospect of future poverty."

There was a degree of probability in this picture that I could not gainsay, so we walked on in silence.

After turning from the main road up a narrow lane, so thickly shaded with forest-trees as to give it a complete air of seclusion, we came in sight of the cottage. It was humble enough in its appearance for the most pastoral poet; and yet it had a pleasing rural look. A wild vine had overrun one end with a profusion of foliage; a few trees threw their branches gracefully over it; and I observed several pots of flowers tastefully disposed about the door, and on the grass-plot in front. A small wicket-gate opened upon a footpath that wound through some shrubbery to the door. Just as we approached, we heard the sound of music--Leslie grasped my arm; we paused and listened. It was Mary's voice singing, in a style of the most touching simplicity, a little air of which her husband was peculiarly fond.

I felt Leslie's hand tremble on my arm. He stepped forward, to hear more distinctly. His step made a noise on the gravel-walk. A bright beautiful face glanced out at the window, and vanished--a light footstep-was heard--and Mary came tripping forth to meet us. She was in a pretty rural dress of white; a few wild flowers were twisted in her fine hair; a fresh bloom was on her cheek; her whole countenance beamed with smiles--I had never seen her look so lovely.

"My dear George," cried she, "I am so glad you are come; I have been watching and watching for you; and running down the lane, and looking out for you. I've set out a table under a beautiful tree behind the cottage; and I've been gathering some of the most delicious strawberries, for I know you are fond of them--and we have such excellent cream--and everything is so sweet and still here-Oh!"--said she, putting her arm within his, and looking up brightly in his face, "Oh, we shall be so happy!"

Poor Leslie was overcome.--He caught her to his bosom--he folded his arms round her--he kissed her again and again--he could not speak, but the tears gushed into his eyes; and he has often assured me, that though the world has since gone prosperously with him, and his life has, indeed, been a happy one, yet never has he experienced a moment of more exquisite felicity.

I know there isn't a better woman or mother that I would want to raise our daughters. As to their continued education, I will leave it to you to explain to them, when necessary, that the two of us did not ever want to lie to or mislead them. And that in these times that we had to sell out our beliefs and morals, everything we every taught them about being a decent person honesty, generosity, respect for others, having a rich spiritual live, loyalty,standing up for what's right even when it's in the face of criticism. I'll leave it to you to know when their ready to hear that all the conspiracy theories are true. I don't know how far you should go back. Maybe just the last century will be enough. The establishment of the Federal Reserve might be a place to start. You might want to take the approach of working backwards and explain that 9-11 was an inside job and it was all done to bring about the current state of the world and that it is all a great master plan by the PTB to set up the ONE WORLD GOVERNMENT, and in the process of doing so it was necessary to reduce the population of the world down to a manageable level of 500 million. Tell them they are part of the elite million who will rule over the remaining peasants. Tell them to be careful not to be to kind to them as it will foster a false hope in them and it could be the beginning of an uprising, We will still need them to do our mundane tasks. Please explain to them why we are not in Heaven as we sold our souls to the corporate state and are in hell with the rest of them. WE DID IT FOR THEM, OUR CHILDREN. 

THIS IS OF COURSE A FABRICATION FROM THE MIND OF LINECROSSER, AND I BELIEVE IT IS A APOLOGY TO MY OWN CHILDREN.

Wayne C. Spalding 

       Why is it that, in this most recent round of oil price ups and downs, that a one or two dollar increase in the price of a barrel causes a five cent increase at the pump, while a ten dollar decrease in the barrel price only gets a on or two cent decrease at the pump? 

      Why is it that, when the government doesn't pay its phone bill for wire taps that when the phone companies get sued for doing these wire taps, congress passes a law to prevent the law suits? Think the phone companies forgave the governments bill for the wire taps?

      Why is it that, most laws take years of committees, debates, studies, rewrites, more debates and committees ect. to benefit the public, when laws that benefit corporations and bigger more intrusive government pass in relatively short time with little public awareness?


      Why is it that, the number one manufacture of, survival long term food storage, has run out of #10 cans?  

      Just some things I was wondering about?

       Why is it that, in this most recent round of oil price ups and downs, that a one or two dollar increase in the price of a barrel causes a five cent increase at the pump, while a ten dollar decrease in the barrel price only gets a on or two cent decrease at the pump? 

      Why is it that, when the government doesn't pay its phone bill for wire taps that when the phone companies get sued for doing these wire taps, congress passes a law to prevent the law suits? Think the phone companies forgave the governments bill for the wire taps?

      Why is it that, most laws take years of committees, debates, studies, rewrites, more debates and committees ect. to benefit the public, when laws that benefit corporations and bigger more intrusive government pass in relatively short time with little public awareness?


      Why is it that, the number one manufacture of, survival long term food storage, has run out of #10 cans?  

      Just some things I was wondering about?

       Why is it that, in this most recent round of oil price ups and downs, that a one or two dollar increase in the price of a barrel causes a five cent increase at the pump, while a ten dollar decrease in the barrel price only gets a on or two cent decrease at the pump? 

      Why is it that, when the government doesn't pay its phone bill for wire taps that when the phone companies get sued for doing these wire taps, congress passes a law to prevent the law suits? Think the phone companies forgave the governments bill for the wire taps?

      Why is it that, most laws take years of committees, debates, studies, rewrites, more debates and committees ect. to benefit the public, when laws that benefit corporations and bigger more intrusive government pass in relatively short time with little public awareness?


      Why is it that, the number one manufacture of, survival long term food storage, has run out of #10 cans?  

      Just some things I was wondering about?

       Why is it that, in this most recent round of oil price ups and downs, that a one or two dollar increase in the price of a barrel causes a five cent increase at the pump, while a ten dollar decrease in the barrel price only gets a on or two cent decrease at the pump? 

      Why is it that, when the government doesn't pay its phone bill for wire taps that when the phone companies get sued for doing these wire taps, congress passes a law to prevent the law suits? Think the phone companies forgave the governments bill for the wire taps?

      Why is it that, most laws take years of committees, debates, studies, rewrites, more debates and committees ect. to benefit the public, when laws that benefit corporations and bigger more intrusive government pass in relatively short time with little public awareness?


      Why is it that, the number one manufacture of, survival long term food storage, has run out of #10 cans?  

      Just some things I was wondering about?

       Why is it that, in this most recent round of oil price ups and downs, that a one or two dollar increase in the price of a barrel causes a five cent increase at the pump, while a ten dollar decrease in the barrel price only gets a on or two cent decrease at the pump? 

      Why is it that, when the government doesn't pay its phone bill for wire taps that when the phone companies get sued for doing these wire taps, congress passes a law to prevent the law suits? Think the phone companies forgave the governments bill for the wire taps?

      Why is it that, most laws take years of committees, debates, studies, rewrites, more debates and committees ect. to benefit the public, when laws that benefit corporations and bigger more intrusive government pass in relatively short time with little public awareness?


      Why is it that, the number one manufacture of, survival long term food storage, has run out of #10 cans?  

      Just some things I was wondering about?

       Why is it that, in this most recent round of oil price ups and downs, that a one or two dollar increase in the price of a barrel causes a five cent increase at the pump, while a ten dollar decrease in the barrel price only gets a on or two cent decrease at the pump? 

      Why is it that, when the government doesn't pay its phone bill for wire taps that when the phone companies get sued for doing these wire taps, congress passes a law to prevent the law suits? Think the phone companies forgave the governments bill for the wire taps?

      Why is it that, most laws take years of committees, debates, studies, rewrites, more debates and committees ect. to benefit the public, when laws that benefit corporations and bigger more intrusive government pass in relatively short time with little public awareness?


      Why is it that, the number one manufacture of, survival long term food storage, has run out of #10 cans?  

      Just some things I was wondering about?

       Why is it that, in this most recent round of oil price ups and downs, that a one or two dollar increase in the price of a barrel causes a five cent increase at the pump, while a ten dollar decrease in the barrel price only gets a on or two cent decrease at the pump? 

      Why is it that, when the government doesn't pay its phone bill for wire taps that when the phone companies get sued for doing these wire taps, congress passes a law to prevent the law suits? Think the phone companies forgave the governments bill for the wire taps?

      Why is it that, most laws take years of committees, debates, studies, rewrites, more debates and committees ect. to benefit the public, when laws that benefit corporations and bigger more intrusive government pass in relatively short time with little public awareness?


      Why is it that, the number one manufacture of, survival long term food storage, has run out of #10 cans?  

      Just some things I was wondering about?

       Did you ever witness a brazen crime, committed in broad day light? Property or personal. Or maybe, even in the cover of darkness, driving down the road,  leaving a late movie, restaurant, play, or sporting event? Maybe you work second or third shift, or go to school at night studying for personal advancement or just pure pleasure? How did you react, how did you feel? Were you alone or with someone you love? Did you change your patterns, schedules or beliefs? I'm not talking about on the news from some fussing security camera or a reality weekly TV show, no movie plot where the central character is motivated to right the wrongs done and cure the evil root of the problem, as to prevent more victims. 


       The answer is yes, to all the above, except the main character saving the day. How can I say that, most will say no, I've never seen anything that comes close to a real life crime being committed. I say yes you have, because of the definition of brazen. Brazen: bold and without shame. You may not even be aware of the crime but you've seen it. And you've changed in ways your not even aware of. As a very young child my parents took me to the cheap baby sitter know as the movie theater downtown. For the price of a movie ticket they had two to three hours of peace. One particular, movie that had a immediate effect on me as a child was OLIVER TWIST , a quick check of the IMDB makes me wonder which version I saw, but it doesn't matter, it was the story, Oliver, is befriended by the Artful Dodger and learns how to become a pickpocket, now that's a brazen crime. Bold in the real danger of being caught, and without shame because, it was done for basic survival. I was so fascinated with the ideal that somebody could pick somebody's pocket and get away with it , that with in a week nobody on the playground was safe. Bump into some kid a get his 5 cent unbreakable comb, or mechanical pencil. Reach around the seat on the bus and get a girls pocket mirror or hair tie. The weird thing is I never keep anything, I got my biggest satisfaction being the nice guy returning the items claiming I had picked them up when they were accidently dropped by the unsuspecting victim. 

        I'm not claiming that the country is overrun with pickpockets and we should all put our wallets in our front pockets (which I do) or women should only carry purses with the strap over their neck and a snapping flap that covers the zippered inside pockets (a good ideal) or use the child seat belt in the grocery cart to secure not only the child but the purse as well. I remember standing in the store security office watching, my mothers purse disappear under a mans jacket as she reach into a frozen food cooler, she didn't even realize it was missing until she went to check out. The thief was taped casually walking out without a care knowing the camera angle never showed his face. Sorry I'm rambling.


       Small brazen crimes have a effect on everyone, most people recover from property crimes in a short amount of time, and even most recover from physical violent crimes to some extent, just to life with the mental aspect. some never completely recover from either. Across the street is a woman who literally  became a recluse when a boyfriend broke her heart and cleaned out her bank account. She recovered financially, but died inside. 

       This insidious type of crime is happening to all of us right now, 24/7/365. The country we love has just been using us, we're in denial, and it is crippling. The corruption, in industry, business, and government has reached a point where, I am absolutely dumb founded when I'm referred to as a conspiracy nut. 

       Bank failures couldn't happen without the assistance of the government. Imagine, if a bank were run like a regular business.  The management would be held accountable. Today we see the, MSM placing the blame on markets gone crazy, bubbles bursting, Well I thing the bubble blowers should be held responsible. Not the tax payers. Oh sure the individual depositors should have some insurance that they won't lose everything, the FDIC will take care of that, which is kind of strange since the government has to insure the money when they don't really have control of it. Just like anyone involved in a criminal activity stands to lose everything or a small business owner puts his assets on the line, so should bank presidents and board members. Not the tellers, not the security guards or janitors or maintenance people. but the ones that are in charge. The Federal Reserve should have to forfeit all of managements personal assets. That's right, just like the government confiscates the personal property of drug dealers, their cars, houses, boats, jewelry, expensive wines, and art. Everything goes to government auction to recoup some of the loses that our being covered by the FDIC. The politicians, who should have been protecting the citizens from banking practices such as what has been permitted to go on, should also lose everything also, for they are at least guilty of conspiracy, by passing laws that permitted the current situation. Personal responsibility, is a concept that should cover everyone, 

       Coldwell/Banker was running a ad on TV, you might have seen, the two oil paintings talking to each other. I haven't seen it for a couple of weeks and think it might been pulled, maybe not, I just haven't seen it in a while. Anyway the two portraits are talking about how smart they are, and how secure they still are, one says to the other it's like deja vu, we've seen it all before. Not only have they seen it before they've caused it before. Not just this one bank but all of them. They conspire, in private with the help of corporate, government and world leaders on ways to pick the pockets of the average citizen like you and I. 

      What we need to realize, is "the whole world is a stage" and we are the main character in our own story, and it is time to write the parts that not only right the wrongs but get to the root of the problem. It is time for a revolution, do something, do anything, except sit there and take it, or I should say sit there and give it up. 

  

       Did you ever witness a brazen crime, committed in broad day light? Property or personal. Or maybe, even in the cover of darkness, driving down the road,  leaving a late movie, restaurant, play, or sporting event? Maybe you work second or third shift, or go to school at night studying for personal advancement or just pure pleasure? How did you react, how did you feel? Were you alone or with someone you love? Did you change your patterns, schedules or beliefs? I'm not talking about on the news from some fussing security camera or a reality weekly TV show, no movie plot where the central character is motivated to right the wrongs done and cure the evil root of the problem, as to prevent more victims. 


       The answer is yes, to all the above, except the main character saving the day. How can I say that, most will say no, I've never seen anything that comes close to a real life crime being committed. I say yes you have, because of the definition of brazen. Brazen: bold and without shame. You may not even be aware of the crime but you've seen it. And you've changed in ways your not even aware of. As a very young child my parents took me to the cheap baby sitter know as the movie theater downtown. For the price of a movie ticket they had two to three hours of peace. One particular, movie that had a immediate effect on me as a child was OLIVER TWIST , a quick check of the IMDB makes me wonder which version I saw, but it doesn't matter, it was the story, Oliver, is befriended by the Artful Dodger and learns how to become a pickpocket, now that's a brazen crime. Bold in the real danger of being caught, and without shame because, it was done for basic survival. I was so fascinated with the ideal that somebody could pick somebody's pocket and get away with it , that with in a week nobody on the playground was safe. Bump into some kid a get his 5 cent unbreakable comb, or mechanical pencil. Reach around the seat on the bus and get a girls pocket mirror or hair tie. The weird thing is I never keep anything, I got my biggest satisfaction being the nice guy returning the items claiming I had picked them up when they were accidently dropped by the unsuspecting victim. 

        I'm not claiming that the country is overrun with pickpockets and we should all put our wallets in our front pockets (which I do) or women should only carry purses with the strap over their neck and a snapping flap that covers the zippered inside pockets (a good ideal) or use the child seat belt in the grocery cart to secure not only the child but the purse as well. I remember standing in the store security office watching, my mothers purse disappear under a mans jacket as she reach into a frozen food cooler, she didn't even realize it was missing until she went to check out. The thief was taped casually walking out without a care knowing the camera angle never showed his face. Sorry I'm rambling.


       Small brazen crimes have a effect on everyone, most people recover from property crimes in a short amount of time, and even most recover from physical violent crimes to some extent, just to life with the mental aspect. some never completely recover from either. Across the street is a woman who literally  became a recluse when a boyfriend broke her heart and cleaned out her bank account. She recovered financially, but died inside. 

       This insidious type of crime is happening to all of us right now, 24/7/365. The country we love has just been using us, we're in denial, and it is crippling. The corruption, in industry, business, and government has reached a point where, I am absolutely dumb founded when I'm referred to as a conspiracy nut. 

       Bank failures couldn't happen without the assistance of the government. Imagine, if a bank were run like a regular business.  The management would be held accountable. Today we see the, MSM placing the blame on markets gone crazy, bubbles bursting, Well I thing the bubble blowers should be held responsible. Not the tax payers. Oh sure the individual depositors should have some insurance that they won't lose everything, the FDIC will take care of that, which is kind of strange since the government has to insure the money when they don't really have control of it. Just like anyone involved in a criminal activity stands to lose everything or a small business owner puts his assets on the line, so should bank presidents and board members. Not the tellers, not the security guards or janitors or maintenance people. but the ones that are in charge. The Federal Reserve should have to forfeit all of managements personal assets. That's right, just like the government confiscates the personal property of drug dealers, their cars, houses, boats, jewelry, expensive wines, and art. Everything goes to government auction to recoup some of the loses that our being covered by the FDIC. The politicians, who should have been protecting the citizens from banking practices such as what has been permitted to go on, should also lose everything also, for they are at least guilty of conspiracy, by passing laws that permitted the current situation. Personal responsibility, is a concept that should cover everyone, 

       Coldwell/Banker was running a ad on TV, you might have seen, the two oil paintings talking to each other. I haven't seen it for a couple of weeks and think it might been pulled, maybe not, I just haven't seen it in a while. Anyway the two portraits are talking about how smart they are, and how secure they still are, one says to the other it's like deja vu, we've seen it all before. Not only have they seen it before they've caused it before. Not just this one bank but all of them. They conspire, in private with the help of corporate, government and world leaders on ways to pick the pockets of the average citizen like you and I. 

      What we need to realize, is "the whole world is a stage" and we are the main character in our own story, and it is time to write the parts that not only right the wrongs but get to the root of the problem. It is time for a revolution, do something, do anything, except sit there and take it, or I should say sit there and give it up.