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Memories Are the Key Not to the Past, but to the Future


The Hicks Sisters ca 1983

“Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future.” ~ Corrie Ten Boom ~

It had been a glorious, beautiful, brisk autumn day. I stood and breathed in a stunning panoramic view as I watched the sun lower into a captivating sunset. Faster than I realized, dusk took over, and then twilight swiftly took hold as I watched evening begin to dance alive in the streets below in Manhattan.

It was a wonderful magic show – partly Divinely created and partly man made. It was etched into my memory for the rest of my life.

I was standing in the observation deck of the World Trade Center.

Little did I know 18 years later the very spot I was standing on would topple to the ground in rubble and dust and become part of Ground Zero. My magical space would be destroyed by Islamic terrorists filled with hate, determined to destroy my country and thousands of innocent people.

I was a young lass on that magical day in 1983, the mother of a toddler, full of hope for a bright future. I look at pictures of my sister and me taken during that visit and I get chill bumps because I see us and I want to shout, “Look long and hard. Burn these memories into your mind because you will lose so much in the future!”

How could I ever imagine the terror that lay ahead for me personally and the terror that laid ahead for my country? How could I have ever imagined something like 9/11 happening in my country?

But, it did. And, it happened in a year that was one of personal turmoil for me. There were things that happened to me I never thought I would experience in my world – vows broken, trusts broken, violence committed. And, then in the midst of all that – September 11, 2001 happened.

I had just returned home the day before from a trip to Florida with a friend who had gone down to see her parents. On the trip I’d had a health crisis and spent time in the ER.

So, I was still feeling frail and in recovery mode on that September morning when I got a call that said, “Turn on your TV!”

As we speculated – was this an accident or an attack – the second plane plowed into the second Trade Tower. That pretty much settled it – we were under attack.

From that point on, I was glued in place in front of the TV just to watch the unfolding events. Since I had lived in New York for about a year, I knew how many people lived and worked in that area of the city and the numbers were massive. Small city-size massive. We could be looking at unbelievably high death tolls. I began to cry and pray.

Then, one of the most horrific things I’d ever seen in my life happened – one of the Towers began to crumble, to accordion down on itself. It was falling like a stick of hot butter in a microwave.

How could this be happening?!

I desperately wanted the other Tower to be saved – but in my heart I knew it more or less faced the same fate. And, it did. It fell, too, leaving a trail of cascading destruction and death.

And, then the aftermath began…mountains size heaps of debris, personal locators of first responders trilling constantly indicating a man down here…and here…and there…and over there…and here… It was a new level of hell.

It took this country a while to recover from 9/11 just like it took me a while to recover from the personal cataclysm going on in my life at the time.

But, recover I did. I did by beginning to move on. I married the man who should have always been my heart mate. I grew stronger inside and stronger mentally regardless of what my disabled body tried to tell me.

Every year when 9/11 comes around I remember. Some years are worse than others. This year was bad. My PTSD kicks in many years. Every year I have a man that stands by me with unyielding compassion and understanding.

I have a very growing concern that Americans are growing away from 9/11. They are forgetting 9/11 – the cause, effect and aftermath and how we were one Family after the attack.

Unlike the generation before who “Remembered Pearl Harbor!”, it’s deemed not very politically correct to “Remember 9/11” any more. Patriotism is almost view as “deplorable”. Some of our leaders like to play political footsies with the very people who financed the terrorism against us and are getting wealthy themselves from these relationships.

This is very unfortunate because history and the past are our teachers. If we forget our past, many times we are destined to repeat the past.

Corrie Ten Boom and her family were Gentile Dutch living in Nazi occupied Holland during WWII. The Ten Boom family saw what the Nazis were doing to the Jews in Holland and they made a decision to make a difference. They began hiding Jews in their home. Eventually the Ten Boom family was discovered and the Nazis rounded them up and sent them to concentration camps. Corrie lost family members in these camps.

After the war, Corrie understood the importance of putting the past into perspective. No, we don’t live in the past, but as Corrie said, “Memories are the key not to the past, but to the future.”

We must take the lessons of 9/11 and learn from them – for the sake of the future and so the death of the thousands lost that September day are not in vain.

© 2016 Beverly Hicks Burch All Rights Reserved.








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The Bonds of Family Can Be Severed in an Instant, by Beverly Hicks Burch

“9/11 was a reminder that the bonds of family can be severed in an instant. They are essential, crucial, valuable, fragile.” ~ Peter Jennings ~

Bev & Pam in NY ca 1983

I don’t know who came up with the saying “time heals all wounds”. There must be a committee of pencil heads sitting in a room somewhere whose specific job is to do nothing but come up with dumb platitudes. This one is probably one of the lamest.

I personally don’t believe time heals all wounds. I think it may scab over the wound and then scar over it, but totally heal it? No. In the long run, time may help us deal with a wound or a hurt or teach us how to survive.

Take for example my two bouts of non-smoking lung cancer. I have two long scars that run from under my breasts, around my sides and across my rib cage and onto my back to within a few inches of my spine. There’s a scar on each side because I’ve had cancer in both lungs. So, for all practical purposes I was cut almost in half – twice. I have scars where those wounds were. I will always have them. They are a reminder I have survived cancer twice. But, time will not erase the scars, the memories of what I went through or the fact I am minus major portions of both lungs.

For the past 12 years our country has marked a wound on our nation. One that left a terrible scar. A void where almost 3,000 hearts use to beat. They went silent on September 11, 2001.

For the past few years I have marked that day here, usually with pictures I took on trips to New York City – all with views of the World Trade Towers. This year is no different. For you see I had very fond memories of New York and the day the Towers went down left a deep scar on my heart.

The picture this year is of me (on the left) and my sister. We are standing on Liberty Island with the Trade Towers over my shoulder. It was a spectacular sight and I still get choked up when I see pictures like this.

But, looking back on us 30 years ago, I realize how fleeting time can be. Has it really been 30 years? There are children in school now who were born after the Towers fell – they have lived in a world that never knew the Towers. There were people born after that picture was taken that didn’t survive that September morning.

If only those two young lasses could have spoken from the picture and warned of things to come…

My parents are in their 80s now. They have seen history and world changes that 70 years ago would have seemed like science fiction. A man walking on the moon? Pictures from Mars? Organ transplants? Smart bombs? Smart phones and tablets?

But, one thing does run constant through the history of mankind – the bonds of family. My precious aunt passed away June 23, 2012. I have missed her every day since then. Time has not healed that wound. It was a personal 9/11. I continue to try and move forward, much like our nation did in those first scary days after terror and hate took down two famous buildings and stopped the beating of 3,000 hearts.

We continue forward because we have to – those bonds of family are essential, crucial, valuable and fragile. Savor them while you can, tend them, enjoy them, nurture them and protect them because we never know when the next cruelest moment might strike.

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This is What I Remember and Why I Remember, by Beverly Hicks Burch

It’s been 11 years today…and every year I remember it with the same ache as when it happened that morning.

That summer had been a dreadful summer for me personally. My husband of 27 years walked out on me for a new life with another woman. My health was in a continual decline. I had one outbreak of shingles after another, a constant fever of an unknown source and a list of other serious health problems too long to list. Just the weekend before 9/11 I’d been rush to the ER while out of town with a friend who was visiting her parents.

And then 9/11 happened…

I was alone that morning. I was actually still asleep, recovering from my health crisis from the previous weekend. My son who was with the Alabama Air National Guard was actually at the base that morning called me and woke me up.

He said, “Mom, turn on your TV! We’re being attack! A plane as been flown into one of the Trade Towers in New York City.”

I asked, “Honey, are you sure it’s an attack? You know a plane flew into the Empire State building back in the 1930s or 1940s.”

‘’Momma, this was a large passenger jet, full of people and it was aiming for the Tower!”

Then as we were talking the second tower was hit and there was absolutely no question as to what was happening.

Air travel was shut down that day in the US, but my son’s wing was launch later that day to do refueling runs. During one of those runs they flew over the smoldering damage at the Pentagon. Yes, there was positively no question as to what had happened. The US had been attacked much like it had at Pearl Harbor on Dec. 7, 1941.

It was a seminal day in the USA and in my life.

A year or so ago I was going through some of my older photographs and I came upon this one. It instantly gripped my heart and brought back memories and reminded me why 9/11 had affected me so personally and continues to do so. Yes, it had affected me as an American…to see the attack on our soil, see so many innocent people suffer in such horrific ways. But, there was something else…

I remember the very first time I saw the Trade Towers. It was the early 1980s and I was a young lass from Alabama fulfilling a lifetime goal or as we call it today, marking off a bucket list item…and that was to visit New York City. In my case I not only had an opportunity to visit, but I was going to be living in Westchester County just north of the City for several months, so I would be visiting the city often.

I took this particular picture one day as we were driving into the City. I was actually sitting in my car (a 1980 5 speed Toyota Corolla if memory serves me) and I was quite taken with the view. I took the shot with my Pentax 35mm which has long since died and given up the ghost, but served me well for many years. I’m not really sure if I managed to capture a lightning strike in the upper right of the picture or if that’s a scratch on the surface of the picture. Either way, it chilled me when I saw it considering the events that unfolded on 9/11. Some 30 years later it appears as a spooky, ominous harbinger of things to come.

I may have share this picture before, but given today’s somber anniversary I can’t help but share it again. Because every time I look at this picture I am reminded of one of the reasons 9/11 affects me so year after year. For you see, not only did I see these monolithic giants from afar, but I stood as far atop on one that the public was allowed, in the observation deck and looked out on a 360 degree view of Manhattan that was breathtakingly stunning. It was the sun setting on Manhattan and the lights beginning to twinkle and come alive one by one across the city. It was magical.

I will never see that particular view again…no one will…and I grieve that loss…along with the thousands of lost souls who no longer walk upon this earth.

“It isn’t enough to talk about peace; one must believe in it. And it isn’t enough to believe in it; one must work at it.” ~ Eleanor Roosevelt ~

© 2012 Beverly Hicks Burch All Rights Reserved.


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American Spirit, by Beverly Hicks Burch

That Says it All

I took this picture in Jan. 2009 from our Grand Canyon Railroad train as we were pulling back into the station at William, AZ. This car was setting in the yard at the station and I loved the name. We were returning from an inspirational visit to the Grand Canyon.

Why have I picked this picture today? Solely for its name…On the eve of 9/11 I believe it has been American Spirit that has carried us this far and helped us survive the past ten year. I truly believe we are on the verge of loosing that American Spirit to an amalgamation and hodgepodge of nothingness and “political correctness” that is leaving us weak, dispirited, directionless and disheartened.

On this anniversary on 9/11 I hope we can reflect back on the unity and strength we mustered on 9/12 and the days after to survive and get past the worst terrorist attack in history on US soil.

In Oct. of 1941 after the Blitz Winston Churchill gave a speech at Harrow School. I would like to quote, in part, a section of that memorable speech. It was fitting then, it is fitting now:

“Never give in. Never give in. Never, never, never, never — in nothing, great or small, large or petty — never give in, except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force. Never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.” ~Winston Churchill, October 29, 1941~


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I Remember… by Beverly Hicks Burch

In six days we’ll mark an anniversary of the worst kind. As Americans we are given to celebrating and marking memorable events. Some are grandiose with bands, food, parades and fireworks. Others are rather solemn and somber.

Sept. 11th or as it has come to be known in our vernacular as 9/11 is an event I think we’d rather not have to mark. We mark the occasion of the worst terrorist attack on US soil in history. You can rewrite history or try to justify it, but that is exactly what it was. It was an evil cowardly act.

Everyone of us alive on that day has our own story to tell. We know where we were, how we found out and how we felt as we watched those giant twin towers fall into oblivion and history.

I like to try and remember the Trade Towers as they were. I did have the privilege of visiting them many time and viewing New York from the top…a sight never to be seen again.

I found this picture while going through some old pictures the other day. It made me cry…

I remember - World Trade Towers 1984

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At Uncommon Sensibilities – Howdee Doodee Obobblehead

Well, now it’s a Presidential offical decree…the USA is now one of the largest Muslim countries in the world. Read all about it in Howdee Doodee Obobblehead Does It Again.

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I Do Remember…, by Beverly Hicks Burch

I Do Remember…

By Beverly Hicks Burch

The ringing of the phone jolted me out of my sleep that morning at a little passed 8:00 AM CST. On the other end was an agitated and alarmed male voice admonishing me, “Momma quick, turn on the TV. The World Trade Towers have been attacked!!”

What?! How could this be? Surely I was having a hideous nightmare. “Son, what do you mean the Towers have been attack?!”

“Momma, quick…hurry, just turn on the news! It’s awful…we’re under attack!”

With a trembling hand, I reached out and grabbed the remote and clicked on the TV. Oh, dear God, he was right! How can this be possible?

As he began to fill in the details of the unfolding events I sat in the bed…my eyes transfixed on the TV screen…not wanting to watch, but knowing I had to watch. And, as I watched, my son began to spill out the horrific details of that fateful morning.

“Mom, we were all standing around getting ready to started the day (they had been in the ready room or command center room, whatever those military types call that kind of room…he was at the AL Air National Guard base at the time of the attack). Mom, we have the big screen TV on in the room (usually it was on news channels to monitor world situations). All of a sudden one of the guys hollered out one of the Trade Towers in New York had been hit by an airplane. I turned around to see what was going on just in time to see a second jet approach the other Tower and fly straight into it. Momma, this was a deliberate attack…we’re at war.”

Of course by then, as he gave me a blow by blow detailed account of the morning thus far, the major news outlets were looping over and over the scenes my son had witnessed just minutes before on TV. I sat there in stunned disbelief. I couldn’t possibly be seeing what I was seeing…yet, there it was…broadcasted around the world.

As that September morning continued to develop, God in heaven help us, what I saw next was even more horrifically unbelievable. At 8:59 AM CST one of the gleaming, steel and glass pinnacles of the New York financial district began to fall…it slid down upon itself amidst a gigantic column of dust, ash, debris, steel and glass and human life. The North Tower was gone! Oh, God no! My first thought was, “Oh dear, Lord, all of those people inside! Help them please!”

Of course this became more fodder for the news media grist mill and the collapsing building was added to the loop of the planes flying into the Towers. I sat there and held my breath…afraid that one little breath would surely place the last colossal, burning Tower in peril. I hoped and prayed this Tower would be spared and become a symbol of survival and reminder.

But, alas, like a womb twin, this solitary survivor seemed unable to stand alone without its twin. Suddenly at 9:28 AM CST pandemonium broke out…people were running away from the site like their lives depended on it…and they did.

Just like the first Tower, the second began to implode upon itself, collapsing downward in a single column of destruction only to become nothing more than part of the world’s largest junk heap. As it made its deliberate slide downward…all my memories fell with it. Like the earlier Twin, this one would also become the final resting place for many souls. Parts of Lower Manhattan lay in ruins…looking like a bonafide war zone…people, wounded and some miraculously unharmed, wandered the streets covered in a white powdery ash. Most were almost catatonic with disbelief.

Evil had not done enough to our country and our countrymen in New York City, the city that seems to never sleep… As the morning had continued to move forward in a surreal state more rumors started flying…and then were confirmed. Another rogue jet had hurled into the Pentagon in Washington DC at 8:37 AM CST.

News flashes advised us there was yet another suicidal controlled jet still in the skies above the USA. Reports hinted it was also aimed for Washington DC…possibly the White House or Capitol Building. For the first known time American military pilots were faced with shooting down a jet liner full of their own countrymen.

But the patriots on United 93 had surmised what was happening. Through cell phone calls with loved ones on the ground they had been told of the morning’s events. They vowed not to let their flight become another weapon of terrorism against their country and they took matters into their own hands and launched a counter-attack. They rushed the cockpit of their flight and at 9:06 AM CST United 93 slammed into a field outside of Shanksville, PA. They understood and epitomized “Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends.” John 15:13 NASB

Our air transportation system was shut down and would remain so for months. Only military planes had clearance to fly the US skies.

At that point, I knew the world as we knew it had ended…

My heart broke and ached and I shed many tears that September morning seven years ago…

United States soil had been attacked by a terrorist group out to bring down the Great Satan (translate the USA). We would never be the same…as a nation and as a group of people. Our lives and way of living in the land of the free would change forever. We would have to become hyper vigilant…CAUTION: there’s an unattended bag or package…even an otherwise harmless looking child’s book bag would have to be viewed as a suspicious potential weapon.

How we travel across the USA would change, too. They took away our scissors (no more hand appliqué on long flights for me), our nail files, certain liquids and cosmetics (another big inconvenience for a Sjogren’s syndrome patients because we need to keep our throats, mouths and eyes moist). Airport security became a gigantic hassle adding long lines and insult to injury when we became forced to remove our shoes at the security checkpoint. Crazed terrorist had found a way to kill with shoes…

There would be no more flying the friendly skies…

For a time we pulled together and rallied as a country. 9/11 had become this generation’s Pearl Harbor. Songs were written and sung, American flags flew everywhere. Thousands of pictures of loved ones lost and missing were plastered everywhere, asking “Have you seen this person?” Compassion and concern could be seen once again on the faces of Americans in the street going about their daily business.

And, then as human nature is want to do, people began to forget. Just like the Israelites of the Old Testament…who began to forget…and grumble and complain. The Israelites had suffered slavery and oppression at the hands of the Pharaoh of Egypt for generations. They had cried out to God for deliverance…for freedom. The great I AM, Jehovah God sent then a deliverer in Moses…Pharaoh’s adopted son of all people! After battling the Pharaoh for the freedom of his people, with God’s help, Moses won their freedom. They must prepare and leave quickly for their exodus out of Egypt…thus, the history of Passover.

But, after fleeing Egypt and beginning the trek towards the Promised Land, attitudes and memories began to change. They were tired of pushing forward…and heaven forbid they were certainly tired of eating that manna from heaven! They began to gripe and complain, moan and groan. Surely, they said, their lives had been better in Egypt! Maybe they should return. They had forgotten! They forgot the oppression, the slavery and the whip of the taskmasters…just because they were a little inconvenienced. And, as a result, they lost their vision and wandered in the wilderness for 40 years…

Now, Americans have forgotten what was at the root of the 9/11 attacks and the war on terrorism…they forgot the almost 3,000 souls that where vaporized in places that should have been one of the safest places…their work place. They forgot the sights, the sounds and the smells…the sounds of hundreds of emergency homing units emitting a haunting, shrill wail, indicating the spot of a fallen emergency and rescue worker.

They forgot the images of panicked, frantic souls flinging themselves off the sides and out of windows of the Trade Towers. These poor souls were willing to take their chance with a fall…or face a known end and breath precious air to the very last…rather than face the ungodly inferno behind them that was smothering them with super heated air, singeing their throats and lungs.

Many Americans have forgotten the falling debris that showered down of the streets below…papers from offices in the Trade Towers, building materials and office equipment and they have forgotten the waves of white hot clouds of ash roiling down the streets of Manhattan seeking to engulf, consume and suffocate the very air from all left standing.

We have fallen back on the old political hack of political correctness…afraid to breath wrong least we offend. How dare we consider what some call “racial profiling”? After all, there could be an 85 year old Caucasian granny hijacker willing to fling her life away and commit terrorism. I mean, come on, after all what does she stand to loose but a set of dentures! How utterly, insanely ridiculous!! Why is it wrong to investigate people of certain groups who harbor known hatred for the US and avow to destroy the US and its people? They have made it their life work…their mission in life. You can not negotiate with blind hatred…

Some delusional souls would have us think a conspiracy theory that claims our own government set up and perpetrated the attack. Just the logistics of such a conspiracy would be mind boggling and involve thousands of co-conspirators and take years to plan. It is illogical and grasping. Sad, desperate, sick people will seek attention any way they can…this is the lowest of low…

2001 was a bad year for me. I had been the victim of a form of personal terrorism and betrayal from someone I had trusted the most. I was gravely sick much of that summer, even having to be taken to the ER the weekend before 9/11. My windshield was smashed sitting in my driveway. A tornado hit and damaged the house, the air condition unit flooded downstairs, and even though he hadn’t lived there in months and did nothing to help restore the house, the ex, Gomez the unremarkable demanded half of the insurance money. What a Prince!

And, then 9/11 happened…

As I watched the news coverage that morning waves of grief swelled over me that were devastating. When I saw the Towers fall I remember thinking, “I’ve been there. I stood under their shadows. I stood at the top of one Tower and breathed in the magnificent panoramic view of New York and the surrounding area. Oh my God, never again, never again…how could this happen?”

An unbelievable seven years have passed since 9/11/2001. My world has changed in more ways than I could imagine. My son, my only child was deployed and activated the day of 9/11. His unit flew refueling runs between Alabama and the northeast. They refueled military jets that were patrolling the skies of the US during those dark days, keeping us safe. On one run just hours after the attacks, he literally saw the Pentagon burning from the air. He was later deployed to the Middle East several times with his unit where once again he flew refueling runs. (He had been a boom operator in the AL ANG.)

My life moved forward. I met and married a white knight…my Tall & Handsome who has offered me love, acceptance, support and encouragement over the last few years.

They say time heals all wounds. Well, I don’t know that I can agree with that, but I can say this…time does cause wounds to scar over and protect the wound. But, on occasion that wound can be pricked at and reinjured. The one thing time should not do is give us amnesia and cause us to forget. People that forget are doomed to repeat history and mistakes over and over again…

Never forget…never forget…never forget…

The Hicks Girls in New York - Nov 1983

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Open Letter to Charlotte…or Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte, There May Be Some Real Facts to Learn About Dua Khalil Aswad and the Rest of the World…by Beverly Hicks Burch

Open Letter to Charlotte…or

Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte,

There May Be Some Real

Facts to Learn About

Dua Khalil Aswad

and the Rest of the World…

By Beverly Hicks Burch

Fair readers, recently someone stopped by and read a recent blog on the “honor killing” of Dua Khalil Aswad and left a comment, some rants and made some accusations. She seemed to miss the whole context of the post. It made me think…about my previous post…and about the things she said in her comment. I suppose that’s the purpose of “exchange”. I apologize in advance for the length of my answer, but sweet Charlotte raised several issues that required research on my part. Anyway, here’s my response, in an open letter form…


Yes, what was done to Dua Khalil Aswad was sickening, brutal and horrific. It was a tragic waste of life. When I saw the video I became sick to my stomach. A 17 year old girl was not a match for a mob of 100 angry, murderous men intent on snuffing out her precious life in the name of “honor”.

Now, let me see if I can decipher you ramblings enough to give you a coherent and polite answer. Your comment and words gave me pause to think and reason to research.

First, Charlotte, let me say, I don’t follow a “party” line. I have a brain and do my own thinking. I have most of my life, sometimes much to the chagrin of my daddy and other people in my life, but, unlike Dua, I live in a free country and have that right. To be honest and fair, my daddy raised me to have a brain and gave me the impetus to be an independent thinker.

As far as “dragging Rosie into it”…that’s a really, a poor choice of words, don’t you think? I think if you had read the post in context you would have seen the point I was trying to make. (By the way, I had written my previous blog before Rosie left The View. It had nothing to do with that soap opera or the fact that she left The View. Personally, who cares? I have better things to do with my time than watch that daily “henfest”. In pains me to see a show like that held up as intellectual fodder for women. The View is more akin to cock fighting, dog fighting or greyhound racing. Talk about “dumbing down”.)

You read one word…”Rosie”…and saw red and seemed to miss the overall context of the whole post, including what I said concerning Betty Mahmoody and her daughter Mahtob’s nightmare experience in 1984. Their saga started out as a two week family visit in Tehran, Iran and turned into 18 months of abuse at the hands of Betty’s Iranian husband. The story was chronicled in the book and movie, Not Without My Daughter.

You are correct in one aspect. The practice of stoning as a capital punishment was part of the culture of pagans, ancient (not present day) Jewish society and Islamic society. As we have seen with Dua’s “honor killing” stoning is still practiced among certain Islamic cultures today. It was not an accepted, sanctioned means of punishment of Christianity. Just the opposite. In fact, many early Christians were stoned to death as part of the persecution and judgment for practicing their faith.

Before his conversion, the Apostle Paul was a devout Jew, a Roman citizen, a zealous persecutor of the new Church and early Christians, and he was known by the name Saul of Tarsus. As Saul, he stood by and watch as Stephen a much beloved Christian deacon of the early Church was stoned to death. While on the way to Damascus to see Jewish leaders to make arrangements for more Christians to be stoned, Saul had a supernatural experience that lead to his conversion and the Apostle Paul was born.’s%201st/paul%201/paul1.htm

There is no reference in the New Testament mandating stoning, nor did Christ every mandate stoning as an accepted practice. There was a reference in the New Testament in which a woman was dragged by a group of Jewish men before Christ for stoning. Christ stooped down and wrote something in the dirt with his finger, stood, looked at the men and said, “Those who have not sinned, cast the first stone.” The men all turned and walked away. He then looked at the woman and said, “Woman, go and sin no more.”

If there were any “Christian” groups that practiced stoning, I’ve never heard of them, and they were some renegade offshoot sect. And, I can guarantee there is not a New Testament scripture that condones stoning. Can you, Charlotte, reference (that means give me) a New Testament scripture that says, “Thou shall stone.”? While the Old Testament does allow for stoning under Mosaic (Jewish) law, after the birth of Christ, there was a new dispensation that Christendom followed…it was the Age of Grace. What a beautiful name. See below…

But Jesus went to the Mount of Olives. At dawn he appeared again in the temple courts, where all the people gathered around him, and he sat down to teach them. The teachers of the law and the Pharisees brought in a woman caught in adultery. They made her stand before the group and said to Jesus, “Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery. In the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women. Now what do you say?” They were using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing him. But Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with his finger. When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, “If any one of you is without sin, let him be the first to throw a stone at her.” Again he stooped down and wrote on the ground. At this, those who heard began to go away one at a time, the older ones first, until only Jesus was left, with the woman still standing there. Jesus straightened up and asked her, “Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?” “No one, sir,” she said. “Then neither do I condemn you,” Jesus declared. “Go now and leave your life of sin.”

John 8:1-11

It should be noted here that the people Christ was dealing with in the above Scripture were Jews. That is not to cast a disparaging light on Jewish brethren, but, to point out that the practice of stoning was a Jewish practice under Old Testament, Mosaic Law. The temple was a Jewish place of worship, the Law of Moses was Jewish Law, the Pharisees were part of the ruling body of the Jewish faith and the temple courts were the governing body of the Jewish people. Clearly, from Christ’s actions we could assume He did not condone stoning. This Scripture is Forgiveness and Grace in action.

One of the points in my previous blog was that the ilk of Rosie, Lindsey, Nicole, Paris and others who take their rights and freedoms for granted and to an extent abuse them and/or mishandle them would have a hard time living in a truly oppressive society like the one Dua had to live and exist in. These pampered, privileged, spoiled dilettantes and starlets…some with little or no talent other than exposing their private parts for public view believe most of their own press. Could they, I ask, last in a society where they were made to wear burqa and veils? Paris can’t even keep panties on. Paris drove drunk, then drove on suspended license. She was sentenced to 45 days in jail, had her sentence cut in half and then served three days before being “reassigned” to home with an ankle bracelet for 40 days. She doesn’t even have the moral backbone to last in a swank LA jail for 20 days! In Saudi Arabia it is considered sinful under Islamic law for women to even drive! Poor Dua and other women like her…bratty, spoiled Paris! How disgusting!

Instead of being concern about “fly-by-night” conspiracy theories, why doesn’t Rosie get involved where it might do some real good? Why doesn’t she go to Islamic countries and crusade, rally groups there and speak up for the rights for women, minorities and gays in Islamic countries?! Maybe because she knows she doesn’t stand a snowball’s chance on a hot day in July there…and that is cowardice. It’s easy to do it where you can be bombastic and force it and bully it down other people’s throats. That was Saddam’s, Stalin’s and Hitler’s tactic, by the way.

It’s also paranoid to buy into lame conspiracies that don’t even float or even make good science. And, that hurts your credibility, no matter how sincere you might be. It also shows how firmly you believe in your belief system when you’re willing to stand up for it when and where it might be dangerous…that’s what happened to the early Christians, to the Jews in Germany. Evidently it is happening to the homosexuals, women and minorities in Islamic countries today and Rosie is ignoring that. Let’s see Rosie go over there and preach her brand of “gospel”. What does she stand to loose? Huh? Women are chattel and children are property in these countries. She claims to be an advocate for both.

Like Rosie, Charlotte, you ignored the fact that since 1979 in Iran alone over 4,000 homosexual have been killed for the “crime” of homosexuality. Once again, I would ask, why does Rosie, or you for that matter, not speak out about this travesty reminiscent of the slaughter Nazi Germany perpetuated on millions of innocent Jews. Do you and Rosie believe the Holocaust was a conspiracy, too? Well, guess what? Just within the last several days, workers laying gas lines in the Ukraine uncovered a mass grave containing the bodies of at least 5,000 Jews murders by Nazis during the days of War World II .

Steel doesn’t “burn”?! Give me a break! I grew up in a steel town. If steel doesn’t burn, why are there blast furnaces at steel mills? Why is the steel liquid and molten hot before it cools and solidified? I’ve passed by the steel mills when that stuff was pouring out of the buckets and it looked like lava…so give me a break. I’ve seen flames flicker on it. Everything, my dear Charlotte, has a burning point or destruction point under certain conditions. By the way, they don’t use bombs in steel mills to create steel…

My father is a mechanical engineer. He also could tell you about the plausibility of the “steel doesn’t burn” garbage and this “control demolition” theory. He does like good jokes. He can tell you what could cause buildings like the Twin Towers to crumble after an impact by huge airliners and internal burning. He likes to talk about thermodynamics, physics and a lot of other things a wordsmith like me finds, well daunting.

On September 11, 2001 I set in front of my TV and I watched as the drama of that day unfolded. It took longer than ten minutes for that morning to march forward and the Twin Towers to fall after they were hit by planes and burned and smoldered. If you will go back and review news footage and tapes of that day, you will see airplanes fly into the buildings point blank, smash windows, and leave airplane shaped silhouettes on the side of each Towers. Then, the debris from inside the Towers started fluttering in the air.

After the first Tower was hit, there was a flash, smoke and fire and the Tower started the almost hour long process of weakening before sliding into oblivion. It burned because there were combustible items on all stories and the airplane delivered enormous impact and jet fuel. To use a crass show biz term…it was all “caught on tape”. Funny how we’ll believe any stupid pet trick or anything else caught on tape, but a moment of history…naaahhh…it’s a conspiracy and was set up by the “Man”…or the Government…Oh, by the way, what about the survivors that made it out of the buildings before they crumbled? They recounted smelling jet fuel.

When the second tower finally fell it had taken well over an hour for everything to happen…beginning to end. Once again, it’s documented on news footage and on tape a bazillion times in a bazillion ways…that’s a whole lot longer than ten minutes. And just for the record, there is news footage…caught on tape of the planes flying into the buildings…no government bombs…good grief! People must have the memories of gnats. Charlotte, if you heard a car backfire, it would “sound like an “explosion”. In your world would that mean the car had a bomb in it or that its tailpipe was rigged with C4? …jeez

Resources: – The New York Times called it 102 minutes,_2001_Terrorist_Attack

As far as ruins or debris that were “scooped up and sent to China”…was that done with a spoon, shovel or bulldozer? I mean come on…that’s how silly that sounds. What country would allow that to happen and why? I certainly don’t see an aggressive country like China allowing themselves to become a garbage dump and take one for the good ol’ USA or for Mom, baseball and apple pie.

Did anyone ever stopped to ask if this was a demolition effort, i.e. proper way to get rid of the debris from that day? Repeat after me…it’s called salvage. From what I’ve read, it’s being recycled…is that bad? There was a steel company in China that bought 50,000 tons of steel from Ground Zero. Were we…New Yorkers and Americans…suppose to allow the debris to lay there forever? How stupid! Survivors start over…they rebuild…they go on with their life…I know, I’m a two time lung cancer survivor.

Now, the business of “the entire military stood DOWN for hours while we were supposedly under attack!” My, we were a little testy there weren’t we? I take it you don’t know how the military works? Well, there’s this thing called chain of command. For lay people like you and me, that means there’s a pecking order…it goes up…it goes down. The troops are commanded by the officers.

Now, most of America was in turmoil that day. When the first plane hit the first Tower, most of us thought it an accident reminiscent of the plane hitting the Empire State Building in 1945. (It was a much smaller plane and a smaller building in those days.) .

I’m sure you’re glad the military showed restraint and didn’t start mowing down citizens and all moving vehicles and aircraft immediately. By the time the second airplane hit, we knew something was very, very wrong. This is not a military state, so the military did not take over the country at that point in time. They are not the supreme rulers of the USA.

But, unbeknown to you and others like you, our military was in action. I know. My son was in the Air National Guard at the time. He was at the base the day 9/11 happened. His dad had abandoned the family four months earlier so it had been a rough summer for us. My son was activated full duty US Air Force that day, the base was locked down, and it was a couple of days before I even got see him. (I was totally alone and penniless at the time since his dad had walked and taken all of the family money. It was a scary, lonely time. My son’s dad didn’t even bother to call and see how he was. He was too busy with his new lover.)

My son was a boom operator…he refueled jets in the air. His wing was launched almost immediately and did refueling runs to refuel the military jets that were patrolling our air space protecting us. Military planes were the only planes in the air those first few days. My son’s crew flew the refueling run from Alabama to DC and he saw the Pentagon burning. I can guarantee you Charlotte, he was not “standing down” doing nothing. He and thousand others like him in our Armed Services were protecting the thankless thousand others like you and Rosie.

And, as far as two illegal elections, I beg to differ. Maybe you are just very uneducated, ill informed or attended schools that didn’t teach American history and maybe you just chose to ignore the facts of history. There are many elections in the history of the United States that were as close or closer than the election of 2000. For instance:

  1. 1916Woodrow Wilson (D) defeated Charles Hughes (R) by 591, 385 votes
  2. 1960John F. Kennedy (D) defeated Richard Nixon (R) by 118, 574 votes…wow! How many hanging chads there?!
  3. 1968Richard Nixon (R) defeated Hubert Humphrey (D) by 510, 314 votes
  4. 1976Jimmy Carter (D) defeated Gerald Ford (R) by 1, 682 790 votes
  5. 2000George Bush (R) defeated Al Gore (D) by 517, 179 votes. This is one of the elections you alluded to being “illegal”. I guess the other illegal election was the re-election of Bush…just because he was.

As the examples above relate (and check out the resource link), the 2000 election is not the only close election in this nation’s history. It appears the only difference was the demeanor of the men that were defeatedthey exhibited statesmanship. They refused to put the country through a debacle. That’s a far cry from the defeated party…Al Gore…of the 2000 election who exhibited the maturity of a child and moral turpitude of an ambulance chaser.

There were two duly elected elections, whether I agreed with the outcome or not. The problem was a cry-baby loser who, for the first time in history, put the country through a fiasco over “hanging chads”…he was like the kid who gets mad and says…”it’s my ball, I’m taking it and going home”…only it wasn’t his ball…there was this little thing call an Electoral College. It’s funny…when the Electoral College elects someone like, say JKF, in an extremely close race…much closer than the 2000 election, it’s legal and everyone is just fine and dandy with that. So, Charlotte, let me get what your saying…when a Democrat is elected in a close election i.e. Woodrow Wilson, John F. Kennedy, and Jimmy Carter it’s legal; but, when a Republican is elected in a close election it’s illegal? Boy, talk about following the party line!! That’s the very dark pot calling the kettle black…

Leaving depleted uranium? Honestly!? I’m not quite sure what this vague rant was about…are you saying coalition troops are doing this? Are they taking this out of their pockets and leaving it like bread crumbs Hansel & Gretel style? Hush, hush sweet Charlotte, for I fear you’re confused. Can you honestly say you don’t know about the fears of the world that Iranian President “I’m-a-nut-job” is this close to developing nuclear weapons? Have you not seen the rockets Kim Jong-il launched just this week for testing as part of his nuclear readiness program, or where you wearing you aluminum foil hat that day to block “bad rays”? The Iranian and the Korean Presidents are the ones to fear in the nuclear department. They are the wild cards. Look at these countries and check out human rights there.

Not only that, but, Saddam, his sons and his regime were notorious torturers. He was as bad or worse than Hitler and Stalin. Millions of Iraqi and minorities in Iraqi were maimed, mutilated, raped, murdered and enslaved by Saddam. I will never forget seeing the news footage the Kurdish village of Halabja after Saddam dispersed mustard gas into the village in 1988. He murdered 80,000 people that day in the village, including children. Those babies breathed in mustard gas…a blistering agent! The gas was first banned by Geneva Convention Protocol as early as 1925 and then again in 1993, but Saddam was still using it, flying in the convention of humanity. By the way, I would call that a “weapon of mass destruction”. Maybe you think mustard gas is a more appropriate agent for children to breathe than the “depleted uranium” you allege is being left behind by coalition forces, but, I think decent people all over the world should be concerned that an animal like Saddam walked the Earth and was allowed to do what he did. The world stopped Hitler…why shouldn’t the world have stopped Saddam?

Well, Charlotte, that’s my two cents worth for what it’s worth. I’m sure to a seemingly conspiracy theorist like you, the facts won’t matter much…but there they are nonetheless. I would like to thank you for stopping by and leaving a comment. By the way, say hello to Elvis in Atlantis for me…

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