Author Steven Clark Bradley

What would you feel if America fell and the nation was taken over by a dictatorial power? Would you adapt? Or, would you lay down body and soul to protect your homeland? Read Chapter two of Steven Clark Bradley's newest work in progress, Automated Response and feel what could happen unless we are vigilant and devoted to the United states of America.

Automated Response

Patriot Acts Part 3

A New Line Emerges

Chapter 2

Edgecombe County, North Carolina

September, 1969, 1:52 p.m.

“Just deal with it.” was the last thing Peter Barlowe’s father had told him, before he died.

Peter had walked into his home in Edgecombe County, North Carolina just as he had as far back as he could remember. There, to the right, he saw his father, Marshall sitting on the edge of the couch with his face buried in his palms, shaking and weeping a torrent of tears.

“Dad, where’s mom?”

Peter Barlowe looked at the various things that were scattered around his father, on the couch and the floor. He saw pictures of his childhood, his mom Betty and his dad’s great-great grandmother Winnifred Atkinson Barlowe’s portrait, who had lived in Edgecombe Co. The floor was littered with old folders everywhere; all of them opened with their contents spilling out.

What’s he looking for? Peter wondered. “Dad, where’s mom? You’re starting to scare me.”

Marshall Barlowe looked up at his son with a face that screamed out disaster and guilt.

“Mother, you want your mother? Well, boy, you ain’t got no mother. Not no more.”

Young Peter Barlowe took in the words from his father. The pitch, the expression across his father’s face and grave sound of his father’s voice, and most devastatingly terrible thing of all was the words themselves. It all told this young twelve year old boy that his life had been drastically altered and was in permanent disrepair.

Marshall Barlow sat on the edge of the couch with his eyes weeping into his palms. He raised his head and gazed at the son he had always loved; an affection he had rarely attempted to display.

The expression he saw on his son’s face made him hurt so badly that he had to hold the gun in his left hand down with his right lest he raise the barrel to his head and pull the trigger earlier than he figured he’d be forced to.

“Peter, I tried to stop it, but I couldn’t; I swear I did. Everything about that damn place is automated, and it’s only the beginning. Don’t try to run, cause they’ll kill you.”

Peter looked over at his father and took in the words that even he, at his young age, realized would be the last ones his father would ever say to him.

“Son, I love you, I always have. But, you cannot give up what’s ours and what was started by our kin, our blood.”

Peter walked slowly closer to his father and saw the gun in his hand.

“Dad, what’s wrong? I know about the lost colony and the stupid shooting over a stolen cup that was to have killed off all of them, and I know about the SPU. I’m not afraid; tell me what I have to do.” Tears rolled down the boy’s face and he felt as if his knees wobbling under him. He took a deep breath and steadied himself.

Marshall looked at his son, Peter with serious etched all over his face.

“My boy, Michael O’Rourke has taken the line; he stole it from Eldridge Harrison.”

Marshall saw the confounded stare in his son’s eyes.

“Peter, I know, you’re young, way too young to endure what has happen here today. I …”

“What has happened? Where is my mom?” Peter demanded.

“Son, listen to me, you can’t run! If you run, they’ll kill you, and I can’t stop it now. Once a thing like this gets rolling, there’s no stopping it. This will never be far from you, Peter. Once they take you …”

“Take me, take me where?”

“You have to grow up fast and stop the system. The new line will build it, and they’ll use it too.”

“Dad, I don’t understand anything you’re talking about.”

“That’s not important. They’re going to take you, son and when they do, you’ll be chipped. No one knows the things we’ve done. No one even comprehends how many masters we’ve served; all the while exacting all the power, funding, technology and information they took as their booty. Every president since Wilson’s been our puppet, and that was all under a civil leadership. When this crowd gets their claws on the codes we have from every nation that’s anything, no one will ever be able to stop the SPU.”

Peter mouthed the letters S.P.U. “You’ll forget these things after they block out this day, and God knows how many others from your memory. But, my only hope is that if you hear the words, ‘automated response’ they will force this day back into your mind. That’s the best I can do, son.” Marshall Barlowe stared back at his son and rose from the couch.

“Peter, listen carefully, they’ve built a system that will take down the whole thing down. Just deal with it …”

Young Peter Barlowe turned his head toward the shattering sound of breaking glass and then saw a hole appear in the center of his father’s forehead. Blood shot out of his dad’s head and splashed over Peter’s face. Peter dived to the floor and heard the back door fly open and slam loudly against the wall. He lay silently and exposed on the living room floor and saw four sets of feet enter the room. He saw them walking over to him and then they grabbed him and lifted him up.

“Peter, we got here as soon as we could. You’re dad’s had a nervous breakdown, I’m afraid.”

“Mr. O’Rourke, you just killed my dad. He told me everything. I will not go with you. Did you kill my mom too, you lying bastard?”

“Listen, calm down. I didn’t kill anyone. Your father was about to kill you too. Come on now, you’re delirious, and I’ve got just the thing to help you forget all about this.”

Michael O’Rourke walked over to Peter and put his arm around his shoulder. Peter pulled away from him and punched the much larger man in the ribs. O’Rourke felt it, too.

“I don’t know what to believe.” Peter said in a child’s manner that seemed to pretend it all away.

“Of course you don’t, Pete. That’s actually good, in a strange sort of way. In fact, I fully intend to tell you what to believe, my boy.” O’Rourke looked at his men.

“Get him outta here. And, one of you get back in here and clean up this mess.”

Michael O’Rourke, the new chief of the Strategic Perception Unit could not believe it had come off so flawlessly.

“Finally, it’s all mine. Now, I’m the real most powerful man in the world.”

Three large men picked up Peter Barlowe and cuffed him and led him outside. As they walked him out the back door that had been kicked off its hinges, Peter saw the lifeless body of his mother sprawled across the blood-splattered table, with a large knife protruding out of her chest.

“You killed my mom! You bastards killed my mom!” Peter screamed and fought to get away from his captures.

Two of the men carried twelve-year-old Peter Barlow out of the house and to a black car with US Government plates. They jostled him into the car and he looked to his left at another young unconscious body next to him, in the back seat.

“Fish, Fisher is that you?”

“Oh, don’t worry about him; he’s OK. As a matter of fact, why don’t you join him?

The SPU operative placed a mask over his own face and closed the backseat divider and pressed a button his on his dash board that sprayed half the normal dose of gas that he’s have administered to an adult. The young boy pounded on the divider but soon, he felt his strength give way to a sleepy, foggy haze and everything went dark.

Falls Church, Virginia inside SPU Center

March 7, 2011

“I remember.” Peter said quietly, but more loudly than he had intended as the darkness of 1969 fade and his eyes gazed into the darkness of 2011. He fine-tuned his ears to the sounds of soldiers as they walked down the huge Falls Church facility corridors.

“It’s an automated response.” Memories started flashing and streaming through his mind and he saw what this horrible system would do.

“Peter, listen carefully, they’ve build a system that will take down the whole …” his father had said. “Just before they blew him away.” Peter whispered. “…if they take us down, everything goes with us.” He had heard so often since he had become part of the SPU. The memory shot through his mind and he grasped the sides of his head. “We’ve chipped every soldier, Marine, Seaman and Airman since 1988, and Reagan, Clinton nor Bush knew a thing about it. Even Tate didn’t get that information.” He groaned in mental agony.

“Your dad killed himself!”

“No, you killed him.” Peter Barlowe, heard his mind silently cry out.

“Your father killed your mother; stabbed her in the heart.”

“You lie.” He screamed out loudly and looked down at his watch. “Only two minutes.” He told himself. “I have to stop it.” He heard the sound of heavy footsteps voices approaching his location. He stopped breathing and listened carefully.

“This O’Rourke guy is dead.” One soldier said to the other. “Yea, Harrison’s not gonna take any shit!”

“Jaime’s dead? That leaves only me to take all the heat.” Barlowe realized.

He positioned himself with his back to the wall of the cleaning room and switched his flashlight on. Peter looked down at the chameleon suit he had put on. He pulled the mask over his face and pressed a button on the inside of his jacket. The suit came to life and he took on the colors and blended into the room, but the suit’s one flaw was the initialization process that produced a whining sound that the SPU techs had not managed to rectify, and which the soldiers policing the corridor could hear.

“Did you hear that?” One soldier said to the other. Barlowe heard the soldiers walking toward the door.

“I have to get to the chamber and reset it the failsafe.” His watch told him he had forty-eight seconds.

He heard the footprints coming his way and saw light break through the darkness as the cleaning room door slowly opened. He pulled his legs back prepared himself.

Two US Army soldiers aimed their weapons into the room and looked inside. They saw nothing and walked into the room. When they came close enough to trip over Peter, he drove the force of both his adrenalin-laced legs into the chest of one of the soldiers. Peter leapt to his feet and rapidly raced down the corridor, firing as he ran as fast as his legs would take him.

The Army advance soldier was one of a team of ten sent in to conduct code enforcement and to shoot anyone on sight who threatened US Forces in any way. The soldier ran into the corridor and saw him. The one soldier still left breathing ran after him and radioed his commander.

“I got him, Peter Barlowe …”

“One second…”

“One second, I ain’t got one …”

“Who are you, what company?”

“Taggart, sir, Advanced Infantry Clearance.”

“Give it to me, soldier.”

“I got Barlowe. You know, like the number two … sir.”

“You’ve got a shoot to kill on that dirt bag, Taggart. You Copy?”

“You better believe it … sir. Target is racing around into the left corridor.”

“Secretary Blake wants Barlowe dead. Do you copy that?”

“That’s affirmative and happy to oblige; engaging now.”

Taggart crouched forward and advanced with his weapon held tightly and impatiently ready. When Taggart turned the corner, Barlowe sprayed bullets in every direction. Taggart took cover and returned fire, even though he couldn’t see anything except the holes that Barlowe was inflicting upon the facility walls.

Barlowe turned to run and a bullet grazed the chameleon suit’s programs controller, which rendered him instantly visible with only 22 seconds left to stop the automated response.

Ramallah, Palestine
June 6, 1995 1:58 p.m.

“The Two minute window is closing.” The operative reported perched high up inside a bombed out building in Ramallah, Palestine that had once been filled with families who had been forced to flee Israeli tanks, mortars and laser-guided bombs. With an uninhibited view, he looked out at the indescribable ruin and carnage that had already been inflicted on this people whose leaders had passed up every opening for peace.

“Copy that” the operative’s base contact affirmed.

There, with his precision fully automatic .50-cal. Barrett M82 ready to accelerate the conflict into a full-blown war, Colonel Fisher Harrison took in the complete and utter destruction of a society literally crumbling around his location. He looked to the left and saw the barricaded windows with camouflage material shrouding the soldiers posted there, ready and willing to fire at anything that moved.

Fisher raised his eyes and looked straight out ahead. His view was good enough to look into the Calandria refugee camp. It was a cauldron of vicious plots and miniature bomb making factories, which made ad hoc missiles and jackets designed to be used only once. He glanced downward and saw a mother with her scarf removed and wrapped around her three small terrified children’s eyes. Hoards of terrified city dwellers were crouched down, never glancing upward, and fleeing through the streets; trying to stumble on a loaf of bread and a few bottles of water during a lull in the barrage of attacks.

The world had condemned Israel for its attacks, but Fisher had determined it was justified and obliged, just like the validation screaming in his head for the killing of the evil terrorist he was about to blow away. Every street was strewn with blown up cars, dead bodies and silence, only cut short by the frequent short volley of gunfire in every direction.

Smoke rose high into the sulfur-ridden darkened sky. Throughout the capital city of the land of a people without a country, old men, young women with children in their arms and in their wombs hid and prayed to the god in whose name they were fighting. Fisher doubted they deserved a country. Then he realized that his job, his own people deserved scarcely more than these who had been constantly lobbing missiles and sending suicide bombers into the heart of Israel.

Inside the so-called governmental zone, every building belonging to the Palestinian Authority was flattened except Arafat’s own presidential headquarters, but Fisher knew that the only reason the structure was still there was because Israeli forces had allowed it to remain. Arafat had been allowed to live, but with stipulations. The former leader of the Palestinian Liberation Organization who had carried out and ordered the torture and murder of hundreds of thousands of people was now the only hope for peace and survival for this war-weary people.

Arafat only left his compound twice a day to greet his followers and to speak with the press, which Fisher knew was now and which was why he had placed his very steady eye peering through a chamber that would place a beam of light, invisible to others, but very clear to Fisher, in the center of the President of the Palestinian Authority’s forehead. As soon as the clock struck two o’clock; as soon as the clock signaled the last breath for an elected leader who Fisher Harrison regarded as a terrorist, it would be time to unlock, pull back on the trigger and then get the hell away.

Fisher glanced constantly at his watch and thought about the SPU superintendent’s words before boarding the El Al flight to Tel Aviv in Chicago. He had travelled as a civilian and when he arrived at O’Hare Field, he was not allowed to board the flight until the next day. He knew that wasn’t a problem and that the SPU was impeccable in its ability to cover every base.

“It’s only a shaky finger or a call that can stop this murderer from meeting his 70 virgins.” Fisher quietly amused himself. “And the recall is almost over.” Fisher told himself.

Almost every mission had left him in a kind of obtuse, morose feeling of remorse and sorrow, but not this one. For Fisher Harrison, this was simply code enforcement. He was cleaning up the neighborhood. He was doing what he was trained to do, and he didn’t even have to convince himself, this time.

“Hey Yasser, here’s hoping that all them virgins are men.” He almost laughed out loud. Then he remembered the superintendent’s orders and outrageous words. “What was it again?” he asked himself with his eye still staring out the end of a scope at the extremely exposed head and face of one of the twentieth century’s most ruthless terrorists.

“The war’s not getting the attention it needs, Colonel.”

“War; what war?” Fisher truthfully didn’t know what the superintendent was talking about.

“The war that your new mission is going to start. There’s never been a conflict that the SPU hasn’t had its hand in starting, since the founding of the nation. Now, I need you to get your ass over to that cursed place and blow the bastard away.”

“Blow him away; which one? That could be any number of bastards’, as you call them. Could even be you … sir.”

“I don’t care; just kill’em, Arafat, I mean. I want him dead, dancing with those virgins. I need a war, Colonel!” Fisher Harrison turned slowly with an unconcealed scowl poignantly stretched across his face.

Without ever taking his eye away from the scope attached to his M82, Fisher touched his face as he realized that his thoughts had produced the same expression of unbelief and anger in the present as in the past. He returned to the present mission at hand and glanced down at his watch. Only fifty-two seconds remained. His palms felt uncharacteristically wet and he wasn’t certain if he were afraid of the result of a successful mission or if he was exaggeratedly gleeful at once again meting out a guilty killer’s just recompense.

“What you need is to be shot on sight, Barlowe.” Fisher recalled telling his boss. “And, I hope I’m the one who gets to do that too.” The superintendant looked puzzled at first then his face took on an expression that told Fisher that his SPU superior knew Fisher would do it. “I can’t wait till that directive comes down …sir!”


“Colonel Harrison, I think the odds are more on my side than on yours. Just stay useful and you won’t have to forfeit your retirement plan. Anyway, it’s always been this way, and it won’t be changing anytime soon.”

“Then the country’s nothing but a lie and never existed at all.” Fisher blurted out.

“Well, Harrison, one day it is going to be just you and me, mono et mono. We’ll see then who has the biggest package, don’t you think? Anyway, we both have a boss. So, give me my war, Colonel Harrison.”

March 9, 2011, 3:23 p.m.
Outside Washington D.C.

Suddenly, Fisher felt himself shaken by explosions erupting in the distance and very close, and President Fisher Harrison felt his whole world start quaking. He leapt forward from his bed, but he was forced right back down on the mattress he was strapped to around his wrists and feet with a needle forcing a steady stream of sedatives into the veins of his left arm.

Fisher felt a throbbing, stabbing pain shoot through his head each time he tried to recall how he had gotten where he had suddenly awaken.

“I was speaking … yes, President Tate’s funeral…yes that’s it. Then …” He shook his head as the throbbing in his head became almost unbearable. “… then all hell broke loose.”


He could barely recall it, but he could still hear what had to be the most deafening sounds even he, a man who had been battle tough, had ever heard in his life. He began to mouth the words to himself. “The sanctuary shook, the ground seemed to pound and then it all came down and … Margaret … Nate? Oh my God, Margaret! Nate.” He screamed. “Where are they? I can see it in my head. It just came tumbling down on all of us. Yes, I remember”

Fisher tried to get a hold of his fear and rationally wondered where he was. He lifted his head off the bed and looked around the dark room. It had a musky odor and seemed damp. Slowly, he brought all his skills to bear and tried to understand where he was. He recalled the dream he had just had. One set of words he had heard in the dream filled his mind.

“Well, Harrison, one day it is going to be just you and me, mono et mono. We’ll see then who has the biggest package, don’t you think?”

“Yes,” Fisher told himself. “He wasn’t there! When we took the Falls Church facility, he wasn’t there! It had to be Barlowe!”


“Bravo, bravo, you are a tough one, President Harrison. We knew you had been inoculated many years ago. So, we thought you’d not be under for too long. We needed just enough time to get you out and under control.”

“And my family, where are they?”

“Well, let’s talk about that a little later, why don’t we?”

Fisher began jerking at the straps and shouting and trying to rip his arms and feet loose. “You will tell me now.” Fisher screamed.

“Mr. President, though that title hardly fits you any longer, we have to bring some sanity to the situation, as it is right now; so, first things first. I did notice that you recalled my words, mono et mono. That was impressive, to say the least that you remembered them and even in a drug-induced stupor, those words, from so many years ago, rang out in your mind. You either have a very well-tuned mind or I made a mighty impression on you. It’s probably a bit of both, don’t you think? We had you plugged in Fisher. We saw everything you saw, and I was proud of you. You haven’t lost a bit of your style, Mr. President.”


“Barlowe, if you hurt my family, I’ll kill you.”

“Now, Fisher, you’ve said that one before, but just as I told you in nineteen hundred ninety-five, I have the upper hand. It seems easy to conclude that now, don’t you think? But then, how could you know? The cat was away and mice did play. Fisher, you guys made us invisible and more lethal than ever. Did you think we put all our eggs into just one basket? Fisher, you know us better than that. You were one of us, and now, you are nothing; not SPU, not a father, not an operative and certainly not a president. You don’t need to get used to it, actually. You won’t be alive long enough to worry about it.”

“What have you done Barlowe? The nation can’t take much more right now.”

“Nation, what nation would that be? The new one or the old one? The one you never got a chance to lead, you know, the one I just destroyed? I do understand you, though. It will take some getting used to by the … what were they called before? Ah yes, the American people? So, stop with all the threats.”

Barlowe walked over to a door behind Fisher’s bed where he was secured. He waved his hand and closed the door and watched through a window as a mist filled the air and President Fisher Harrison fell back silent and motionless to the bed.

“Mr. President,” Barlowe said. “Don’t waste your breath. You don’t have too many left anyway. There will be more than enough time for killing later.”

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We have all heard about and watched the Obama Administration pass laws, writing executive orders and creating a shadow government that is literally breaking down the cornerstone of our existence as a nation different than all others. A nation takes on the image of its leadership. Barack Obama, Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid and a host of others regard America as simply a nation in a planet-full of them. For them, The United States of America possesses nothing special, nothing unique and they are dead set on impoverishing this nation to put us in our place, as they see it. Liberty, as enshrined in the Constitution of the United States of America is that cornerstone that holds up a once proud and determined people. Take away the cornerstone and the whole house of cards will come tumbling down.

 

Perhaps, you have asked yourselves, “What can I do?” Yet, perhaps we should draw a line in the political and social sand and declare the things we are NOT willing to do. I have asked myself this question and there are many things I am NOT willing to do as America stumbles down Barack Obama’s long and winding road into Communist failure and totalitarianism.





1. I am not willing to be forced to accept a government health plan or a card with all my medical, legal, educational and financial records held in its memory.

 

 Just such a card will become mandatory if Barack Obama’s healthcare plan is signed into law. I will say right here, if this becomes law, no matter what penalties are imposed on me, monetarily or imprisonment, which is also prescribed in this bill, I will not purchase an insurance policy until I choose to do so, if ever. I will also not accept a government smart card regardless of the difficulties or dangers I will face. What are you prepared NOT to do?

It is time to insist that the constitution be imposed, once again, as the law of this nation. Think about it, my fellow patriots. If Barack Obama can continue to impugn the rights and the limits that are set forth in the constitution, he can do nearly whatever he wants. Where is it said that the people have the right to speak out, demonstrate, petition, demand and refuse? It is in the constitution. Take a look at Nancy Pelosi’s distain and loathing for the constitution in a recent CNS News interview after being asked if she thought the constitution had any provision to force the American people to purchase insurance, and if not, what gave her and congress the right to force Americans to buy anything at all.

“Where specifically does the Constitution authorize Congress to force Americans to purchase a particular good or service such as health insurance?” CNSNews.com asked the speaker's office.

“If it is the Speaker’s belief that there is a provision in the Constitution that does give Congress this power, does she believe the Constitution in any way limits the goods and services Congress can force an individual to purchase?" CNSNews.com asked. "If so, what is that limit?”

 

The answer given by the Speaker’s office is very telling of her complete disregard for the constitution she is sworn to preserve, protect and defend.

CNSNews.com: “Madam Speaker, where specifically does the Constitution grant Congress the authority to enact an individual health insurance mandate?”

Pelosi: “Are you serious? Are you serious?”

CNSNews.com: “Yes, yes I am.”






Pelosi then shook her head before taking a question from another reporter. Her press spokesman, Nadeam Elshami, then told CNSNews.com that asking the speaker of the House where the Constitution authorized Congress to mandate that individual Americans buy health insurance as not a "serious question."

“You can put this on the record,” said Elshami. “That is not a serious question. That is not a serious question.”

Pelosi’s office also told CNS News, “If it is the Speaker’s belief that there is a provision in the Constitution that does give Congress this power, does she believe the Constitution in any way limits the goods and services Congress can force an individual to purchase?" CNSNews.com asked. "If so, what is that limit?”

Elshami responded that Congress has “broad power to regulate activities that have an effect on interstate commerce. Congress has used this authority to regulate many aspects of American life, from labor relations to education to health care to agricultural production.”

I am not willing to let the government tell me what I can drive, eat, say, watch or disagree with. Are you?

These Marxist thugs are clearly out to rob the America people blind and unless the constitution is followed by this cabal of evil men and women called the United States government, they should all be impeached and imprisoned for looting the people’s treasure.





It has been a depressing sight to witness the nation going down the failed road of Mao, Lenin, Stalin and Hitler with this President. Barack Obama swore to preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States of America. Yet, I cannot think of one thing this socialist president has done that could be construed to be something that has helped America follow the rule of law. Now, America has even been called a ‘Banana Republic.’ The definition of a banana republic is a government that passes laws for the rest of us and expects obedience from the rest of us but contravenes the very laws they pass any time the conniving thugs in Washington wish to do so.



Here’s another writer’s opinion:

“After 30 years of trying to defy economic gravity, the US is well on the way to becoming the world's largest banana republic. If the current level of government mismanagement continues, within 20 years the US economy will be comparable to that of Mexico. With a more modest level of mismanagement, this will occur in less than 10 years but under much better economic circumstances.






“The US government has been following this same path due to ever-increasing balance of payment problems. It has managed to give away, or allowed and encouraged US multinationals to move, manufacturing facilities from the US mainland to foreign locations. These industries previously provided the backbone of US exports to the world and the reason that the US had become the most prosperous country in the world. These industrial losses have resulted in the almost unbelievable current account deficit seen (much less contemplated) in the history of the world.


“But, because the US government apparently believes that the economic factors that have ruined Mexico do not apply to it, the government has done nothing to remedy the situation. Consequently we find ourselves now in the beginning stages of an inevitable substantial devaluation of the dollar and decrease in American standard of living. The recent rapid drop in the value of the dollar with prospective further devaluations are simply an unavoidable consequence of these cavalier government policies.”

America, The Next Great Banana Republic - January 29, 2008 by Richard Backus

2. I insist on knowing how the money I pay in taxes is spent.

 

Since the end of 2008 until now, congress has raised the debt limit by a lofty 120 percent and since that same period the America’s national debt, that what we owe the whole world has grown to105 trillion dollars. Such breaches of trust of the United States Government only cause the American people to more fully distrust the lunatics sworn to protect us. Such comedy and lunacy brought down all the great powers throughout history, and it shall be no different with America, unless the obviously lethal dose of economic, social and political poison is purged from the nation’s veins.





The process of taking a great nation into such a dishonorable classification as a debtor nation does not happen overnight. In fact, no one will ever convince me that the almost flawless takeover of the nation’s economy, the coupe d’état of the constitutional limits of power was simply planned and executed over night. It is clear that the takeover of 1/7 of the nation’s economy in their healthcare charade and the government’s takeover of the automobile industry, the proposed silencing of dissents through what has come to be called Internet Neutrality and the government’s long-armed reach ultimately into every business boardroom, thusly dictating what one does at work and

 

how much a company can pay its workers are all more than individual decisions made in a vacuum. This is an orchestrated implementation of a well designed, masterfully nurtured, impeccably implemented plan to end American power and to merge us into a powerful force with the world, over which Barack Obama will rule, manipulate and gain control.



3. I will not submit to the Copenhagen treaty which is to be signed in December, 2009

It has all taken place over a period of time; softening up the people and changing the way we think from early ages. Such has been the decades-long transformation, which has only culminated in the nation’s first socialist president who seeks to instill fear and dread and to take any measures he deems necessary to bring about the world according to Barack Obama. First, we impose taxes that have never been approved as constitutional. Over time, we overlooked the things that this nation’s government has said were prescribed in the Constitution of the United States of America. Prayer was abolished in public and blamed on the constitution’s establishment clause separating Church and State. Every American will say you should believe as you want in America. For, it was the founding fathers’ will that we have a ‘God-honoring’ society but never a Godless one. Listen to these very informative videos to see what is just around the corner, the end of the United States and the establishment of a one world government.








Salient Features of the Draft Climate Treaty
1. 1.Proposal of a Global Carbon Budget.*
2. 1.Envisages a Zero Carbon Action Plans (ZCAP) for Developed economies and Low Carbon Action Plans (LCAP) for Developing countries.
3. 1.Designs a new institutional framework – the Copenhagen Climate Facility.
4. 1.Governing body of new institution to have fair regional representation including members from intergovernmental and non-governmental stakeholders.
5. 1.Seeks a firm commitments and binding targets for Newly Industrialized Countries like Singapore, South Korea.
6. 1.Demands more financial and technological support from developed economies to ensure a low carbon path development in developing economies.
7. 1.A tougher financial penalty regime for members which fail to meet their binding obligations.

* A global carbon budget for 2020 is hereby defined as no higher than 36.1 Gt CO2e (11.7 Gt CO2e for industrialized countries’ industrial GHG emissions; 23.5 Gt CO2e for developing countries’ industrial GHG emissions and 1.0 Gt CO2e for emissions from land-use change) and the budget for 2050 shall be no higher than 7.2 Gt CO2e.
Source: Draft Copenhagen Climate Treaty
Sir Christopher Monckton: Copenhagen treaty eviscerates U.S. sovereignity

By: Mark Tapscott
Editorial Page Editor
10/20/09 8:14 AM EDT

Sir Christopher Monckton is a global warming skeptic. Former Vice President and Nobel Prize winner Al Gore has for years refused to accept Monckton's repeated challenge to a public debate on global warming. He's also a very close reader of the proposed UN Climate Change Treaty President Obama is expected to sign along with other world leaders in Copenhagen in a few weeks. Monckton says that 200-page treaty cedes U.S. sovereignity to the UN, mandates a massive transfer of wealth from the U.S. and Europe to pay our "Climate Debt" to the Third World, and creates a new enforcement mechanism to make it all happen.

Is Monckton right? I don't know because I haven't yet read the treaty (But I soon will be). Here's his warning about the Copenhagen Treaty, and here's the draft text of the treaty. Judge for yourself. Here is my pledge. I am an American. I have been to many, many countries on this planet and appreciate Europe, Asia and Africa. Nevertheless, I am an

 

American. I will not bow to any man or woman. I will not seek to impoverish any anyone. I will not seek to belittle a fellow human being and I will not submit to any force that works ill against my nation, including this president. He is a traitor, a communist and a force for evil in the world. If you love this nation, I am sure you feel the same, for your freedom is hanging by a thread.


4. I refuse to accept that my taxes will be once again used to kill unborn children

 

The killing of more than forty million of our children, yet unborn is nothing less than American society’s version of honoring the gods as the world of antiquity did when they made their children pass through fire as appeasement sacrifices to the gods of pleasure, debauchery, lust, greed and power. Plentiful are such examples of American governmental

 

abuse of power and it has been the imposition of the view of the constitution as a living document that has made the cherished document to approve of things that the writers would have never imagined nor condoned. This interpretation of the Constitution has allowed us to mold the cherished document to our liking, while refusing to pattern our lives and behavior according to it. This is the rule of anarchy.

American leaders, both past and present, in the Congress, the White House and the Supreme Court, have made the historic parchment to say that it is correct to kill unborn children, to take over major industries, to force us to take government-sponsored healthcare and to limit Free Speech as well as many other obtuse things that the founding

 

 

 

 

fathers had never envisioned and which Barack Obama is doing with impunity. Little by little, the excusing of presidential usurpation and disregard for the Law of the land has encouraged un-American leaders just like Barack Obama, Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid and Barney Franks to abuse and breach the clear and well-defined limits of power set forth in the Constitution without interruption. If unchecked, it will spell the end of the United States of America.





5. The now signed hate-crime bill will not stop me from declaring that I believe homosexuality is wrong and that Same-sex marriage is immoral.

It is only logical that every crime we face is a hate crime. The only thing this new law creates is yet another way to limit free speech. So, whether in church or in any venue where I choose to state my belief, I will do so regarless of how much difficulty it might cause me. Nothing will stop me from saying what I wish, even you, Barack Obama.

Obama signs 'hate-crimes' bill into law
'It's a very sad day for America and for religious liberties'
By Chelsea Schilling © 2009 World Net Daily

A "hate crimes" bill opponents claim will be used to crack down on Christian speech, even the reading of the Bible, was signed into law today by President Obama.

“The Senate approved the Matthew Shepard and James Byrd, Jr. Hate Crimes Prevention Act by a vote of 68-29 on Oct. 22 after Democrats strategically attached it to a "must-pass" $680 billion defense appropriations plan.

 

“Most Republicans, although normally strong supporters of the U.S. military, opposed the bill because it hands out federal money to states and local governments in pursuit of "preventing" hate crimes. The bill creates federal protections and privileges for homosexuals and other alternative lifestyles but denies those protections to other groups of citizens.

“Obama signed the 2010 National Defense Authorization Act at a White House ceremony today. Prior to signing the act into law, Obama spoke briefly of the hate crimes bill.

“American Family Association President Tim Wildmon warned that the new law "creates a kind of caste system in law enforcement, where the perverse thing is that people who engage in non-normative sexual behavior will have more legal protection than heterosexuals. This kind of inequality before the law is simply un-American.

“Wildmon said the legislation creates possible situations where pastors may be arrested if their sermons on sexuality can be linked in even the remotest way to acts of violence.

"It threatens free speech and freedom of religion and is totally unacceptable," he said.



“As WND reported, U.S. Attorney General Eric Holder admitted a homosexual activist who is attacked following a Christian minister's sermon about homosexuality would be protected by the proposed federal law, but a minister attacked by a homosexual wouldn't be.

“The Alliance Defense Fund blasted the "hate-crimes" bill, calling it "another nail in the coffin of the First Amendment."

 "All violent crimes are hate crimes, and all crime victims deserve equal justice," ADF Senior Legal Counsel Erik Stanley said in a statement. "This law is a grave threat to the First Amendment because it provides special penalties based on what people think, feel, or believe. ADF will be on the front line to defend those whose free speech or free exercise of religion rights are violated by this unconstitutional law and to ultimately overturn this attack on freedom."

Obama signs 'hate-crimes' bill into law

“He said the adoption of hate crimes legislation has led to widespread suppression of speech deemed politically incorrect. The Pacific Justice Institute noted that in California, hate crimes laws are commonly invoked as a basis for further laws pushing acceptance of homosexuality in public schools and the workplace. The group also warned that use of "hate speech" terminology is also now being employed by minority religious groups in America to encourage suppression of free speech, as a prominent Hindu group called on Congress and major Internet service providers to shut down websites critical of Hinduism, including websites of Christian mission organizations.” - 'It's a very sad day for America and for religious liberties' by Chelsea Schilling

What happened to Matthew Shepard and James Byrd, Jr. is wrong, evil and should be punished to the full extent of the law, just as with any other American or international living in America, as well as illegal aliens deserve the same protections as any of us. So, why should gay people be afforded extra protection than the rest of us?

I will state publicly that I am against this lifestyle, but I would still be willing to lay down my life to save the life of a fellow man or woman, regardless of what we

disagree on or where they are from or how they swing. If Gays are allowed into the military, I believe it will be a mistake. Yet, if I found myself on a battlefield together with a fellow American warrior who happened to be gay, before stepping into death’s house, I would make sure he knew I was his brother and that he felt likewise, and we’d be transformed into each other’s keeper.

I cannot be dictated into letting go of the fact that this lifestyle is abnormal, immoral and against all that I believe pertaining to sexuality. My faith would not let me hate, for loathing

 

is far worse than what I declare to be abnormal. Perhaps one of the greatest things George W. Bush did as president was to very generously and humanely give the most money for research and a cure for aids than any president in history, which kills as many heterosexuals as it does homosexuals, across the globe. I do not need a law to order me to respect my fellow man, and I will not submit to legislation that limits my speech to say homosexuality is wrong.

Today, the cultural battle now rocking America concerning marriage and the right of homosexual males and females to have recognition of same-sex marriages is considered by many to be a virtual attack on civilization as we know it. Today, many states and the federal government have laws that refuse to recognize gay marriages, which Barack Obama wants to repeal.

In almost all polls taken on this subject, Americans oppose legalizing gay marriage by a 2-1 ratio. Nevertheless, gay marriage is closer than ever to becoming a reality.







6. Internet Neutrality? I will not cease to publish anything required to tell my story as I see it.

Barack Obama is ripping the constitution to shreds and doing everything it prohibits. Is this not a breach of his oath of office to preserve, protect and defend the constitution and only 11 months into his presidency, Barack Obama has imprisoned the liberty that built this nation. While taking over the banking, insurance, automobile, financial and medical industries when nothing in the constitution grants the government the power, either short term or long term to do so, is this not an impeachable offence?

Barack Obama should be impeached. But he shall never be. Our failure to resist the destruction of our country and to refuse measures such as we are witnessing has culminated into the not so slow destruction of our nation. It is with a great sadness that we are insanely roaring in applause as these thieves of liberty are robbing our children and grandchildren of their freedom, peace and treasure, which will leave them but the crumbs of self-determination and to our own demise.

A nation that is no longer able to rule themselves will always finally yield their souls to a dictator, a tyrant, a usurper, of which Barack Obama is supreme, as the people sell their birthrights for a mess of poverty porridge. We are now a nation of takers and have a grave of innovators, ‘imaginators’. We have shed the mantle of freedom and self-determination, so we have reaped the whirlwind since we have thrown our liberty to the destructive gust of socialism that will literally tear our nation apart.

That is why there are several things I am prepared not to do as the administration transforms America into a Marxist state where are all subservient to a government that will decide where you work, how much you make, what doctor you can see, what car you can drive, how much you can cool or heat your house and eventually, how long you live.

I will not be silent, I will not submit, I will not accept and I will defend any nation that commits such social terrorism as this administration is set on creating. Imprison me, torture me,, condemn me in public, lock me up even kill me, but as long as I have breath, I will declare that I am free to speak, free to disagree, free to worship as I please, free to live as long as I am able to and no government, not illegal

There is nothing more important than imparting strong values into the lives of our children. It is getting tougher and tougher today, with parents giving up more and more of their authority and responsibility to the schools and the government, to be faithful to the call of bringing up our children with examples of mercy, confession, fairness and conviction. Yet, nothing can do more for a child's future than teaching them about honesty, good choices and hard work when they are still young. That is why I have started this little book called Four lessons For Willow Morgan.

This is a story a story about decisions, wise judgment and strong convictions, about that which is right and that which is wrong.

I am writing this a bit differently than I have in the past. This time, I am writing it together with my 9 year old daughter, Selin Alicia Bradley. She is a bright, sweet and very smart young lady and loves to read. So, this is a two-fold project that gives my little girl lessons in creativity and this story can stimulate lots of children to seek more than their own self-interests, if they venture to read it.

Willow is a little girl who is growing up and who feels urges of rebellion, disobedience and disrespect starting to take hold in her life. Her mother and father recognize it and want to instill some true life lessons in her young heart.

Read chapter one, (the only one I have written thus far) and it may make you recall the times you were faced with decisions and how hard it was, at times, to do the right thing. I hope you enjoy it. The young lady playing part of Willow Daisy Morgan in the blog is my beautiful daughter, Selin Alicia Bradley.



Chapter One

Cappadocia, Central Turkey

“Willow Daisy Morgan, unchanged and alive.”

“Sounds cool.” she mumbled with a twinge of mischievous glee.

Willow looked around the place and thought it felt a little creepy, but she kind of liked it. “I was stupid not to want to come here. It’s…” She paused as her eyes darted around the room and her clever little mind formed her ideas as to why something was not to her liking and how other things were just right.

“It’s obviously something clearly … cool.” Willow thought out loud as her mind drifted back to a moment that had actually seemed to carry her to this rustic, old beautiful place with ancient old monuments of a people who lived and survived in the caves of Goreme, Turkey.

Four Weeks Earlier
Cappadocia, Central Turkey

She wondered if it was really all her daddy’s doing, getting her to that place. “Ridiculous!” she always told herself. But she had developed some kind of ritual about asking herself why her father had brought her all the way to Central Turkey.

“He’s an Archeologist. It’s what they do.” Willow reminded herself sternly as she was getting herself ready for a perfect day, though not quite, since her daddy would not be with her; he’d be too busy on a dig somewhere in the ruins of Goreme, she knew he was special. He had a knack for reading people, sometimes perfectly sizing them up before he really knew him. Walter Morgan had not been stingy with his talents and had passed a portion of his gifts to her; things she was only now learning about.

“He’s somewhere watching me, I just know it.” she laughed.

He had told her it would be good for them to be together, but Willow Daisy Morgan was sure that she had talked less to her dad than she did in between his world-wide journeys. She had been almost under lock and key constantly, but she understood it was dangerous and it didn’t make her upset. What it did do, though was to make her probing mind try to put two and two together without the needed information. She was sure the one man she loved completely and trusted without doubt had brought her there for some reason other than he had said.

“So, it has to be good, then.” Willow reassured herself. “He’d never do anything bad to me. I just know my daddy. And my mom, she’d kill or be killed to protect me.” Willow decided to play along, and, today was different. Willow had a free day today, and she could go out and wander in the caves of Goreme and see how people lived in a time when her habit of comfort was very seldom lived. Willow heard a knock at her door.

“Miss Morgan, you know it’s your free day. Your guide is here.” the house Butler kindly shouted through the closed door.

“Hi Franklin, I’ll be right down.” She shouted back.

Willow pulled her boots on and her jacket. She just knew something big was on for today. It was the strangest feeling she had ever had, and it animated her ... energized her. She zipped up the jacket and put her Cubs hat on her head and got ready for … whatever. Willow walked over to the door and saw a picture on the wall suddenly tilt to the right.

“That was weird.” Willow admitted. She walked over to the picture and reached up to straighten it. Crooked things, half-closed doors or drawers closed with bits of clothing sticking out of them made her a certain kind of crazy. It was a compulsion, but she didn’t fight it.


Willow took hold of the picture and she felt a gust of wind brush across the left side of her face and then on her right and it seemed to swirl around her. She was afraid and wanted to scream, but instead used the words she had made herself believe would shield her from any danger.

“Willow Daisy Morgan, unchanged and alive.”

She felt its touch and then saw it swirled into a perfectly pure white mist. What scared her was that she wasn’t scared at all. “It’s too beautiful to be bad, but she knew that way of knowing if something or someone was good or not did not always work. She decided to let it show her.

The mist moved, more slowly and it took on a shape. Willow was sure she saw wings and it was massive and peaceful and had a glow that was not from power but purity, like something that had never done wrong.

“That’s better than me.” Willow told herself.

A face emerged and smiled at Willow. It stretched out its arm and touched her and it spoke. Willow knew it wasn’t speaking English, but she understood it.

“Are you Willow Daisy Morgan?”

“Come on now, you’re telling that you just barged into my room and appeared so coolly, and you’re not even sure of my name?”

“Well, I was just told to ask you that.”

“Don’t worry.” Willow said. “I know it was rhetorical.”

The white beautiful beast looked a bit confused. “It means you were being polite, right?”

The white glowing image livened and looked more confident. “Yes, that’s right. I was trying to … connect with you; I think I read your age group says that to each other, right?"

Willow rolled her eyes. “You’re an angel, aren’t you?”

“I am a Watcher, Miss Willow Daisy Morgan. I guess that is one type of Angel, according to humans.”

“Well, I think you’re cool, so just be yourself, cause I always am. I think this is what my teacher called a culturally teachable moment or something like that. But you really are very beautiful.” The Watcher’s wings glowed a bit brighter, obviously appreciating Willow’s words.

“And one more thing.” Willow said. “You can just call me Willow. It’s a lot easier, don’t you think?”

“Indeed, Miss Willow.”

“I didn’t say Miss Willow. I said just plain Willow.”

“But, Miss Willow, there is nothing plain about you at all.” The Watcher looked at Willow and wondered. “Oh my, none of my brothers told me I’d have one of them.”

“And what do you mean by ‘one of them?” Willow wondered. “You know, one of the stubborn ones who know everything.”

“You mean there’s bad luck in heaven?” Willow asked.

“Not until today.” the Watcher replied.

Willow looked frustrated and then they just laughed.

“I hope you’ll come back and see me soon again, but I have to go now.”

“Indeed, Willow, you do have to go … with me.”

“With you? No way! If I am not downstairs in a couple of minutes, I am going to get so grounded.”

The Watcher touched Willows forehead and she rose up off the ground.

Willow looked down at the floor below her and started trying to protect herself again.

“Willow Daisy Morgan, unchanged and alive.” She shouted with her feet dangling in the air. “Willow Daisy Morgan, unchanged and alive.”

Willow was flaying her legs and kicking at the white beast and it shook its head and smiled. Franklin was again knocking on the door.

“Miss Morgan, are you Okay?” Willow looked over at the door and then hers and the Watcher’s eyes met.

“Willow, no one shall compel you. It is you and you alone who can decide what you wish. Doesn’t a life of greater importance interest you?” Willow stopped throwing her feet around and calmly looked at the Watcher.

“Willow Morgan, can you hear me?” Franklin asked while pounding on the door.

“Guess it’s now or never, huh?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way, because it is never too late to do good, but I know what you mean.”

“You sure are a strange angel.”

Franklin was giving the door body slams now. “Open the door, Willow!”



“And how many Watch…angels have you known that would give you the ability to form such an opinion of me?" Asked the Watcher as he leaped into the air.




"Come down here." Willow demanded. "I don't have time for this. Franklin's going to kill me if I don't get down there."

Franklin pounded again and again and took out his cell phone. He pressed a key into the lock.


Willow's father, Walter Morgan was up a hill on one of the caves; digging in one of the ancient homes and collecting an ancient treasure of information. He had a cell phone to his ear and a small pick in his other hand pounding a certain stone that looked like nothing but which was precious to his professional eye. He felt the other cell phone in his pocket vibrate and threw down the pick. He took the phone read the name of the caller and spoke into the cell already pasted to his ear.

“Honey, I am sure this is about Willow. No, don’t worry; she’s going to be fine, just like you and I were. With significance comes risk. I’ll call you back. Love you too.” He closed the cell and opened the other.

“This is Walt.”

“Sir, Miss Willow has locked herself in her room and refuses to open the door. Should I…?”

“By all means, Franklin. You can open the door.”

Willow heard the key enter the lock. She extended her hand and the Watcher took hold of it. Franklin turned the key and suddenly, she felt herself racing upward and saw the ceiling getting closer and closer and then it was gone. They flew low and towards Israel.



Franklin threw the door open and stepped quickly into the room. He heard a noise above him and looked up and saw nothing, but he was sure he saw a shoe, a boot that was there and then … not.


“If I get grounded, I am gonna tell God and he’s gonna … demote you!” Willow said laughing with her hair flying backward and the wind bouncing off her face. She was very much alive and loving it.




The Watcher looked down at Willow and she smiled with great excitement. The Watcher did as well, but knew the entire journey would not bring her joy. “Not one with her type of personality.” Some things had to be learned with difficulty and sometimes pain.

Walter Morgan’s phone rang again. “Betty, she’s going to be alright, I promise.” He looked up and saw what only those like he, his wife and his daughter could see. Out in the horizon, headed South East, Walt Morgan saw his daughter zooming through the sky; held up by a watcher of God. “Honey, believe me, she’s well on her way.”

Willow’s eyes again saw the present world again and left the past behind. She looked down and saw the book neatly fitted inside the box. She picked up the card again.

“Wow, that day made me a believer.” She thought.

Willow was changing. At thirteen, she was, “not a kid anymore.” She blurted out. She looked up at the ceiling and really liked the magical way the nightlight shined into the rafters above that held up the whole place.


“People are smart” she decided. “Sometimes.” She added. Willow knew that meant she didn’t need her mom and dad to tell her what to do anymore.

“I can figure things out just fine for myself, anymore.”

Being a ‘good little girl’ at church three times a week was just not her anymore. It had all become so routine; so boring. The world just seemed so big to her now with so much to learn, both good and bad for a thirteen-year-old who did not want to play the game of being who she was not. It would be a moment of discovery. Her attitude made her feel guilty, but it was a journey she had to take.

Willow glared out the window into the dark night sky and saw the distant flickering lights from homes down the hill of some who were not as rich as she was but who probably had more peaceful hearts than she did. She looked around the room again and walked over to her bed. Willow got down on her belly by her bed and reached under it for the box she had shoved under there right after she and her parents had arrived earlier in the day. She pulled it out and gazed down at the box that she just knew had something magical about it, because it was the only thing she could think about all through dinner. Willow knew that she had not found it by chance; the treasure, which is what Willow called it and what she thought it might lead to.

“I just had to open it.” Willowed said quietly out loud. She recalled how her fingers sort of tingled when she touched the box, and how her hands were not her own; reaching and just taking the cover right off. It seemed … “Unavoidable, really inescapable.” Just as her fingers were doing right now.

Willow pulled hard and the top of the box was sudden in her hands and she felt suddenly frozen; not with fear. It was some kind of understanding that she’d never be the same after this adventure. It was the kind of quest had usually only imagined or dreamt. Willow pinched herself to make sure it was real. The not to pleasant feeling shot up her arm that told her it was the real deal.

Willow placed the cover on the floor and saw the same envelope on top she had not been able to muster up the courage to open the last two times she had ventured this far into whatever it was that awaited her. Then, both times she had managed to hold it up to the light and see a watermark image of the massive estate that her mom and dad brought her to on the card through the envelope. It was then that Willow knew she’d be there, somehow. So when her mother and father announced this little summer getaway, she wasn’t shocked one bit. In fact, she even pretended not to want to go so they’d make her do it all the more. She had them figured out a long time ago, but she loved them that way. Willow also knew that her mom and dad had her pretty well figured out too. She was sure they knew of her pretend life, singing, going on young people’s outings at church, but not really because she liked it. She had actually snuck away three times from church, but her mom knew it, but had not told Willow’s dad and Willow was sure her mom was smarter than her young mind liked to admit.

Willow took the box and again held it up to the light, but felt a powerful urge and ripped it open. Willow’s hands were shaking a bit, but she still pulled out the card that was inside and seemed, in her mind, to be clamoring to get out. She took the card out and turned it over and read it. The message started with, ‘Dear Willow’. The thirteen-year-old was so rattled by seeing her name there that she dropped it to the bed. Willow looked down at the box lying on the bed and her name was no longer there. That seemed to replace her fear with intrigue and disappointment, especially disappointment, in fact. Willow picked it up again and her name appeared there once more. “Isn’t that amazing?” she almost shouted. She opened it and let a scroll slide out. She unrolled it and began to read.

“Good evening to you, you’ve decided to open the box. Your interest has peaked that could not stop you from looking inside the box. You’d still look in without delay if there had been ten thousand locks.

"You’re off on a journey of discovery and an unbelievable tale. Be careful who you talk to and do watch out for their sweet and evil spell.

"You are going to see what many have not. You’re going to know, don’t forget to ask ‘what.’ I cannot assure you that you’ll come back here exactly as the same kid. Yet, it is known that if you do not take the journey, you’ll forever wish that you actually did.

Beware of the black hearts, for they will make you the same as all of them. Look on with a full heart and become someone you have never ever been, and by the way … have fun!”

Willow took the words into her mind and thought about the poem that had gripped her heart and mind and tantalized her. She read the rest of it.

“Look to your right at the window and be ready to take a dive, it’s a voyage of faith that will make you know you’re alive.”

“Wait a minute!” Willow said. She got off the floor by her bed and walked over to the other side and looked down at the box and scroll card. Now it read, “Look to your left at the window and be ready to take a dive, it’s a voyage of faith that will make you know you’re alive.” Willow chuckled and giggled. Isn’t that the most awesome thing you’ve ever seen.” She almost shouted again, both a tad bit scared and totally amazed.

Willow got on her bed and looked down at the card again. “Look straight ahead at the window and be ready to take a dive, it’s a voyage of faith that will make you know you’re alive, and stop playing around and pay attention.” That frightened her a bit and she dropped the card, but her curious heart made her quickly pick it back up, and she pinched herself again. She was awake alright.

“This is why I’m here.” she told herself. So, she read the rest.

"Willow Daisy Morgan, about to change and very much alive."

Patriot Acts by Steven Clark Bradley

Freedom can only be snatched away from a people too dependent to stand alone, too afraid to take a risk, told that they are in the eye of an emergency and made to believe that only The One can fix it. This sorry and destructive role can only lead to the collapsing of the United States of America, much Rome, as the Republic and the Senate, slinked away into relative irrelevance. There will always be a nation here, the power brokers shall never divvy up such a great power as this nation possesses. But it shall cease to be the nation once founded on virtue, self-reliance, free thought and the expressions of those ideals.


Steven Clark Bradley

CZAR WARS

September 23, 2009
By Jerome R. Corsi © 2009 WorldNetDaily

Obama science czar John Holdren stated in a college textbook that compulsory, government-mandated "green abortions" would be a constitutionally acceptable way to control population growth and prevent ecological disasters, including global warming, because a fetus was most likely not a "person" under the terms of the 14th Amendment.

Holdren further suggested government-mandated population control measures might be inflicted in the United States against welfare recipients, writing on page 840: "There has been considerable talk in some quarters at times of forcibly suppressing reproduction among welfare recipients (perhaps by requiring the use of contraceptives or even by involuntary sterilizations). This may sadly foreshadow what our society might do if the human predicament gets out of hand." (Parenthesis in original text.)

As previously reported, WND has obtained a copy of the 1970s college textbook "Ecoscience: Population, Resources, Environment" that Holdren co-authored with Malthusian population alarmist Paul R. Ehrlich and Ehrlich's wife, Ann. The authors argued involuntary birth-control measures, including forced sterilization, may be necessary and morally acceptable under extreme conditions, such as widespread famine brought about by "climate change." Get "The Audacity of Deceit," and learn about the looming hostile attack on Judeo-Christian values and freedoms Americans hold dear


Writing on page 839 of the textbook, the authors state: "The common law and drafters of the U.S. Constitution did not consider a fetus a human being. Feticide was not murder in common law because the fetus was not considered to be a human being, and for purposes of the Constitution a fetus is probably not a 'person' within the meaning of the Fourteenth Amendment. Thus under the constitution, abortion is apparently not unlawful, although infanticide obviously is."


In the next sentence, the authors continued to insist that this "is a very important distinction, particularly since most rights, privileges, and duties in our society are dated from birth and not from some earlier point in time."


On page 760, the authors categorically state that from the point of view of biology, "a fetus is only a potential human being, with no particular rights." (Italics in the original text.) And, again: "To most biologists, an embryo or a fetus is no more a complete human being than a blueprint is a complete building."



The authors further insist that because "the moment of birth is easier to ascertain than the moment of conception, implantation, or quickening," constitutional rights should begin only at birth: "Such an easily ascertainable point in time [the moment of birth] is a sensible point from which to date Constitutional rights, which should not depend on imprecisions."

As WND has previously reported, Holdren has argued the U.S. Constitution would permit compulsory birth control methods, including involuntary abortions, government-imposed sterilizations and laws limiting the number of children permitted to be born as steps justified under the banner of "sustainable well-being."





State-funded sterilizations
On page 715, the authors stated a central thesis of the textbook: "The maximum size the human population can attain is determined by the physical capacity of the Earth to support people."

The authors argued that a federal statute should be enacted to prohibit "any restrictions on safe, voluntary contraception, sterilization, and abortion, and the dissemination of information about them" because "legalized abortions can contribute to a reduction in birth rates."



To advance the population control agenda, the authors also suggested the following measures:

• State and federal governments should subsidize voluntary contraception, sterilization and abortion; laws should require birth-control clinics be opened at public expense in "all suitable locations";
• Group and individual health insurance policies should cover the costs of abortion and sterilization; tax laws should provide incentives for late marriage;
• Tax disadvantages for single, childless persons should be eliminated; state and federal laws should make sex education, including instruction about contraception, mandatory in schools;
• Government should sponsor public education programs designed to encourage people to want fewer children;
• Federal support and encouragement should be increased to provide for the development
of more effective birth-control drugs and devices.

This is beyond belief!
Still, the authors acknowledged, even these measures may not be enough to prevent ecological disaster resulting from over-population.

"If these relatively uncoercive policies should fail to maintain a low American birth rate, more coercive laws might well be written," the authors wrote on page 840.



Population growth and global warming

In a 2001 article entitled "The Energy Climate Challenge: Issues for the New U.S. Administration," Holdren noted world population estimates for 2100 ranged between 7 billion to 11 billion people. He argued it was important to strive for "a result near the low end of these possibilities" because the difference between these two figures in terms of the ease or difficulty of achieving a low-carbon-emission future "is immense." To make sure global population remained near the low end of the 2100 estimates, Holdren once again returned to the theme of manipulating human fertility through a variety of methods, including "government incentives for small families."

As WND previously reported, a worldwide scientific agenda is emerging to link global population growth with global warming, arguing that climate change is such a severe crisis that the U.S. must participate in a United Nations mandate to implement global birth control to reduce carbon emissions.

A series of papers recently published by the Royal Society in Great Britain and by the United Nations have directly made the link between global population growth and anthropomorphic, or man-made global warming.


The Economist summed up the current argument, "A world with fewer people would emit less greenhouse gas."


Czar John Holdren Believes: Compulsory abortions would be legalThe

“Indeed, it has been concluded that compulsory population-control laws, even including laws requiring compulsory abortion, could be sustained under the existing Constitution if the population crisis became sufficiently severe to endanger the society.”

Czar John Holdren Believes: Single mothers should have their babies taken away by the government; or they could be forced to have abortions

“One way to carry out this disapproval might be to insist that all illegitimate babies be put up for adoption—especially those born to minors, who generally are not capable of caring properly for a child alone. If a single mother really wished to keep her baby, she might be obliged to go through adoption proceedings and demonstrate her ability to support and care for it. Adoption proceedings probably should remain more difficult for single people than for married couples, in recognition of the relative difficulty of raising children alone. It would even be possible to require pregnant single women to marry or have abortions, perhaps as an alternative to placement for adoption, depending on the society.”




Czar John Holdren Believes: Mass sterilization of humans though drugs in the water supply is OK as long as it doesn't harm livestock

“Adding a sterilant to drinking water or staple foods is a suggestion that seems to horrify people more than most proposals for involuntary fertility control. Indeed, this would pose some very difficult political, legal, and social questions, to say nothing of the technical problems. No such sterilant exists today, nor does one appear to be under development. To be acceptable, such a substance would have to meet some rather stiff requirements: it must be uniformly effective, despite widely varying doses received by individuals, and despite varying degrees of fertility and sensitivity among individuals; it must be free of dangerous or unpleasant side effects; and it must have no effect on members of the opposite sex, children, old people, pets, or livestock.”




Czar John Holdren Believes: The government could control women's reproduction by either sterilizing them or implanting mandatory long-term birth control

“A program of sterilizing women after their second or third child, despite the relatively greater difficulty of the operation than vasectomy, might be easier to implement than trying to sterilize men.
...
The development of a long-term sterilizing capsule that could be implanted under the skin and removed when pregnancy is desired opens additional possibilities for coercive fertility control. The capsule could be implanted at puberty and might be removable, with official permission, for a limited number of births.”



Czar John Holdren Believes: The kind of people who cause "social deterioration" can be compelled to not have children

“If some individuals contribute to general social deterioration by overproducing children, and if the need is compelling, they can be required by law to exercise reproductive responsibility—just as they can be required to exercise responsibility in their resource-consumption patterns—providing they are not denied equal protection.”

Czar John Holdren Believes: Nothing is wrong or illegal about the government dictating family size

“In today's world, however, the number of children in a family is a matter of profound public concern. The law regulates other highly personal matters. For example, no one may lawfully have more than one spouse at a time. Why should the law not be able to prevent a person from having more than two children?”

Czar John Holdren Believes: A "Planetary Regime" should control the global economy and dictate by force the number of children allowed to be born

“Perhaps those agencies, combined with UNEP and the United Nations population agencies, might eventually be developed into a Planetary Regime—sort of an international superagency for population, resources, and environment. Such a comprehensive Planetary Regime could control the development, administration, conservation, and distribution of all natural resources, renewable or nonrenewable, at least insofar as international implications exist. Thus the Regime could have the power to control pollution not only in the atmosphere and oceans, but also in such freshwater bodies as rivers and lakes that cross international boundaries or that discharge into the oceans. The Regime might also be a logical central agency for regulating all international trade, perhaps including assistance from DCs to LDCs, and including all food on the international market.





“The Planetary Regime might be given responsibility for determining the optimum population for the world and for each region and for arbitrating various countries' shares within their regional limits. Control of population size might remain the responsibility of each government, but the Regime would have some power to enforce the agreed limits.”
Czar John Holdren Believes: We will need to surrender national sovereignty to an armed international police force

“If this could be accomplished, security might be provided by an armed international organization, a global analogue of a police force. Many people have recognized this as a goal, but the way to reach it remains obscure in a world where factionalism seems, if anything, to be increasing. The first step necessarily involves partial surrender of sovereignty to an international organization.”



Czar John Holdren Believes: Pro-family and pro-birth attitudes are caused by ethnic chauvinism

“Another related issue that seems to encourage a pronatalist attitude in many people is the question of the differential reproduction of social or ethnic groups. Many people seem to be possessed by fear that their group may be outbred by other groups. White Americans and South Africans are worried there will be too many blacks, and vice versa. The Jews in Israel are disturbed by the high birth rates of Israeli Arabs, Protestants are worried about Catholics, and lbos about Hausas. Obviously, if everyone tries to outbreed everyone else, the result will be catastrophe for all. This is another case of the "tragedy of the commons," wherein the "commons" is the planet Earth. Fortunately, it appears that, at least in the DCs, virtually all groups are exercising reproductive restraint.”

Czar John Holdren Believes: As of 1977, we are facing a global overpopulation catastrophe that must be resolved at all costs by the year 2000

“Humanity cannot afford to muddle through the rest of the twentieth century; the risks are too great, and the stakes are too high. This may be the last opportunity to choose our own and our descendants' destiny. Failing to choose or making the wrong choices may lead to catastrophe. But it must never be forgotten that the right choices could lead to a much better world.”









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Kevin Jennings, one of the nation’s leading gay activists, has been knighted by Obama's to be "Safe Schools" Czar. Kevin Jennings has said he has dreamed of "Promoting Homosexuality" to our Schoolchildren. Ironically, Obama has placed this very dangerous activist, Kevin Jennings to be the Safe Schools Czar and in reality, they placed our kids in the most dangerous situation that any parent could imagine. I do not oppose him on his sexual preference, though I am just as much against the gay lifestyle as gays would be against believing there were only straights.

Gays, just like the rest of us, should be treated in every way equal, and judged by their character and behavior, just like we all should be. Yet, should they be indoctinating your kids to go against the standards and morals you have taught them since they were born?

Though it is his job as Assistant Deputy Secretary of the Office of Safe and Drug-Free Schools inside the Department of Education, he has a very open and searchable record of promoting the homosexual agenda to your children. ‘That is our mission from this day forward’. It should be our mission to see to it that he is removed as far away from our children as possible.


Read a part of his speech at the “Looking to the Future” panel at GLSEN’s Mid-Atlantic conference, held October 25, 1997 at the Grace Church School in New York City and ask yourself if your child is really safe with this Safety Czar…

Kevin Jennings said:
“Two years ago, one of our board members, one named Ann Simon, was called to testify before Congress when they had hearings on the promotion of homosexuality in schools. And we were busy putting out press releases, and saying, ‘We’re not promoting homosexuality, that’s not what our program’s about. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.’ And my best friend, who’s a straight women who lives in London, e-mailed me…and she said, ‘So what if you are?’ And I thought of how I can get so wrapped up in my own defensiveness, and…the day-to-day struggle, and stuff, that being finished might someday mean that most straight people, when they would hear that someone was promoting homosexuality, would say ‘Yeah, who cares?’ because they wouldn’t necessarily equate homosexuality with something bad that you would not want to promote. And when we were talking there, and Mike said, ‘You know, and I’d like five years from now—right now let’s face it, for large swells of people they think of GLSEN and kids, and they think, ‘GLSEN is bad for kids.’ They do because of their stereotypes and misinformation—I’d like five years from now for most Americans when they hear the word GLSEN to think, ‘Ooh, that’s good for kids.’’

Jennings Continued:
“I’d like you to step back for a second if you can, and I know that many of you here are going to return to meetings on Monday where the euphoria of today will dissipate quite quickly…But if you could just close your eyes for a second. I know this is very Californian. Close your eyes for a second and think, ‘What would the world look like if we were through with our work? If we were done. If we could close the doors on 27th street [GLSEN’s New York City headquarters], and shut down the chapters, and disband the board. What would be happening?”


Jennings Declared:
“…As the son of a Baptist preacher from North Carolina…I can remember a time when having a conference like this, for me, certainly as a teenager, seemed completely impossible. And I would see in certain people’s faces when people would say certain things, or this visioning part, and we’d get little snickers, like, ‘Yeah, [bulls–t].’ This is the only thing that can stop us, is if we believe that our dreams cannot come true.”


“One of the people that’s always inspired me is Harry Hay, who started the first ongoing gay rights groups in America. In 1948, he tried to get people to join the Mattachine Society [the first American homosexual “rights” group]. It took him two years to find one other person who would join. Well, [in] 1993, Harry Hay marched with a million people in Washington, who thought he had a good idea 40 years before. Everybody thought Harry Hay was crazy in 1948, and they knew something about him which he apparently did not—they were right, he was crazy. You are all crazy. We are all crazy. All of us who are thinking this way are crazy, because you know what? Sane people keep the world the same [sh*tty] old way it is now. It’s the people who think, ‘No, I can envision a day when straight people say, ‘So what if you’re promoting homosexuality?’ Or straight kids say, ‘Hey, why don’t you and your boyfriend come over before you go to the prom and try on your tuxes on at my house?’ That if we believe that can happen, we can make it happen.


The only thing that will stop us is our lack of faith that we can make it happen. That is our mission from this day forward. To not lose our faith, to not lose our belief that the world can, indeed, be a different place. And think how much can change in one lifetime if in Harry Hay’s one very short life, he saw change from not even one person willing to join him to a million people willing to travel to Washington to join him. You can see the same changed happen in your lifetime if you believe you can.’’


Jennings has said that he “can envision a day when straight people say, ‘So what if you’re promoting homosexuality,’ or straight kids [will] say [to a male homosexual friend], ‘Hey, why don’t you and your boyfriend come over before you go to prom and try your tuxes on at my house?’ ”

Has that day come for your child? Will you just sit back quietly and let your child’s school tell your child that everything you have taught them is a lie and that is alright for your daughter or son to date someone of the same sex? Obama has quietly placed someone into a powerful office who will transform your child’s thinking and who could destroy their future. Is that OK with you? If so, what kind of parent are you?


"I’d like five years from now for most Americans when they hear the word ‘GLSEN’ to think ‘Ooh, that’s good for kids.’ ” Will you say that? I will not! Kevin Jennings is now in a position to bring his ‘dream’ into reality. The GLSEN conducts regular workshops that discuss ways to change the curricula at schools from kindergarten to high school, sometimes called “Inclusive Kindergarten,” “Inclusive Elementary School Curriculum,” and “Re-envisioning High School Literature.”


The leaders of the GLSEN believe that the only way to win the minds of your children for “homosexual rights,” is to redefine the next generation’s view of homosexuality, and they intend to start as early as kindergarten. According to activist Jaki Williams, kindergarten children are “developing their superego,” and “that’s when the saturation process needs to begin.”


On national television, in front of hundreds of attendees, Jennings once stated that the GLSEN’s mission was to go beyond “teaching of respect for all,” the title of a GLSEN instructional video, to which he responded with a forceful “no.” yet, when the cameras were turned off, he gave the attendees at the GLSEN conference a drastically different idea of their mission. One speaker called the desire for “tolerance” a “condescending campaign for the second-class citizenry.” “I don’t want to be tolerated. I don’t want to be put up with. I want to be ... celebrated,” said Stephen Glassman, a GLSEN chapter board member.


I will not ask if you love your children, because that is a question that goes without asking. Yet, we as parents often get so busy with everyday life that we tend to yield our authority to those charged and trusted with our kids’ education. Now, it is time to take charge again. Your children are being taught everything that you have probably taught them was wrong. Will you take this seriously or will you look at the following information as passé, radical or even stupid? If we do not standup, speak out, demand to know, expect answers, your children will one day graduate from school with views and concepts that will lead them into a future without hope and with lives that will lead them to ruin. We are looking at a full-frontal assault on the traditions, morals, ideals that built this nation. We are in the midst of the second revolution spearheaded and conducted by Barack Obama’s Culture of Death.


Americans for the Truth about Homosexuality is asking people to contact the following to express concern over Kevin Jennings’ appointment:



September 8, 2009
The resignation of Van Jones as President Obama's so-called "green jobs czar" only cuts a small tip off the iceberg. The administration is full of people who hate America -- or at least the America I grew up knowing and loving. These radicals want to transform this country into a socialist and amoral society.



There are plenty more where Van Jones came from, like Kevin Jennings, who is deputy assistant secretary of education in charge of the "safe and drug-free schools" program. Jennings is a homosexual activist. He's the founder and, until recently, the president of the Gay, Lesbian, Straight Education Network (GLSEN), the nation's leading homosexual group. GLSEN works to inject homosexual propaganda into the public schools. Its budget is in the millions and it is the driving force behind the formation of over 4,000 homosexual college campus clubs. Most of them were formed by homosexual faculty members trained by GLSEN.


Jennings will be much more difficult to expel, since the gay lobby is powerful and contributes a lot of money to the Democratic Party and far-left politicians. But do we have to give him our children? Fox did a special on what is in your children's government school textbooks.


Do you know? Do you care? You should. Pull them out while you can. You'll never regret it.



Originally posted Dec. 1, 1996
Updated Sept. 3, 2009

The homosexual movement in the public schools has always been based on lies and deception. But until the mid-1990s, they were still having difficulty getting into the schools. Then they found the key to their huge success -- what they call "re-framing the issue". As a result, they've been able to persuade the Massachusetts Legislature to budget hundreds of thousands of public dollars for programs promoting homosexuality in the public schools. And their "gay-straight alliance" clubs, which started in Massachusetts, now are in hundreds of schools from Maine to San Diego.

The following is from a speech entitled "Winning the Culture War" by Kevin Jennings, who at the time was Executive Director of the "Gay, Lesbian, and Straight Education Network" (GLSEN). It was delivered at the "Human Rights Campaign Fund Leadership Conference" -- a national homosexual activists' event -- on March 5, 1995.

In this landmark speech to the national gay movement, Jennings described how GLSEN and Gov. Weld's "Commission on Gay and Lesbian Youth" brought homosexuality programs into Massachusetts schools by purposefully confusing the argument in order to intimidate critics. Since then, it's been used as a model for getting their propaganda into school districts across America. (In the first sentence, note the technique of marginalizing mainstream opposition as "the Radical Right.")


March 5, 1995
"If the Radical Right can succeed in portraying us as preying on children, we will lose. Their language -- "promoting homosexuality" is one example -- is laced with subtle and not-so- subtle innuendo that we are "after their kids." We must learn from the abortion struggle, where the clever claiming of the term "pro- life" allowed those who opposed abortion on demand to frame the issue to their advantage, to make sure that we do not allow ourselves to be painted into a corner before the debate even begins.

"In Massachusetts the effective reframing of this issue was the key to the success of the Governor's Commission on Gay and Lesbian Youth. We immediately seized upon the opponent's calling card-- safety--and explained how homophobia represents a threat to students' safety by creating a climate where violence, name- calling, health problems, and suicide are common. Titling our report 'Making Schools Safe for Gay and Lesbian Youth,' we automatically threw our opponents onto the defensive and stole their best line of attack. This framing short-circuited their arguments and left them back-pedaling from day one.


"Finding the effective frame for your community is the key to victory. It must be linked to universal values that everyone in the community has in common. In Massachusetts, no one could speak up against our frame and say, 'Why, yes, I do think students should kill themselves': this allowed us to set the terms for debate.

"In Massachusetts, we made creating an environment where youth could speak out our number one priority. We know that, confronted with real-live stories of youth who had suffered from homophobia, our opponents would have to attack people who had already been victimized once, which put them in a bully position from which it would be hard to emerge looking good. More importantly, we made sure these youth met with elected officials so that, the next time these officials had to vote on something, there would be a specific face and story attached to the issue. We wanted them to have an actual kid in mind when they had to cast their votes. We won the final vote in the Senate 33-7 as a result."


Now do you get it? Parents are always astounded when they are told that the gay assemblies, gay-themed plays, gay clubs, secret counseling sessions, gay books, and other school-wide homosexual events are for "safety" and "suicide prevention."

In fact, none of these so-called suicide prevention programs have any legitimate medical or psychological basis. No one with actual credentials to deal with suicide, or even mainstream suicide-prevention groups such as the Samaritans, are ever involved. Yet, they're dealing with vulnerable children.


Upon examination, you see that all of these programs are simply put together by homosexual activists to normalize homosexuality in the minds of as many kids as possible -- and if possible without any parental knowledge or consent.

Why don't our public officials hold these up to the light, like other academic subjects, and objectively examine their content? We've asked that question a lot -- of school officials, teachers, and legislators. And we never get an answer. Actually, we know what the problem is. Too many of our public officials are intimidated by the homosexual movement, and are afraid to challenge them.
So they continue to get hundreds of thousands of your tax dollars from your legislature for their insidious programs in your public schools.

"The Governor’s Commission on Gay and Lesbian Youth was created by Governor William F. Weld on February 10th, 1992, in response to an epidemic of suicide among gay and lesbian youth. On October 7th, 1998, Governor A. Paul Cellucci expanded the powers of the Commission and renewed the executive office’s commitment to combat suicide and violence affecting gay and lesbian youth.


"Many of the difficulties encountered by gay and lesbian youth are within the jurisdiction of state government and can be corrected by the dissemination of information, training, and the implementation of formal guidelines and state policy.

"The Commission works in partnership with the Massachusetts Department of Education and the Massachusetts Department of Public Health to create school based and community based programs focusing on suicide prevention, violence intervention, and the promotion of zero- tolerance policies regarding harassment and discrimination against gay and lesbian youth."
What to do?

The homosexual movement cannot operate without using lies and deception. When the light of day is shown on their activities in the public schools, and when people are forced to objectively examine them, they are seen for the destructive things they are.
Honestly, do you really
worry about this???
Parents must shine the light of day on these activities and loudly and forcefully demand that public officials get rid of them. But, unfortunately, until this happens, it's the children who are continued to be experimented on and used -- and it's the parents who are eventually left to pick up the pieces.




A final interesting note: In 1995, when the speech referenced above was given, GLSEN was officially known as GLSTN, "Gay, Lesbian, and Straight Teachers Network." This was a more accurate description of the organization, since it is in fact a mostly network of homosexual teachers working to bring homosexuality into schools. But being honest is bad public relations in this case. So soon afterwards, they changed their name to GLSEN - "Gay, Lesbian, and Straight Education Network." Talk about framing the issue!



By TVC Executive Director Andrea Lafferty

As I predicted last year, Kevin Jennings, the former head of the Gay, Lesbian and Straight Education Network (GLSEN) would eventually become part of the Obama Administration. It’s happened. He is President Obama’s latest Czar—the gay agenda Czar. Jennings has been hired to head up the US Department of Education’s “safe school” program.This drug free/safe schools program will be used as an ATM machine to provide millions of dollars in funds for the promotion of the gay agenda in our nation’s public schools. Jennings has previously used the “safe school” ploy to push the gay agenda and to promote anti-Christian bigotry while he ran GLSEN.

He will use federal tax dollars as a way of silencing criticism of the gay agenda as being “hate speech,” or “homophobia.” (This anti-Christian agenda was carried out during the Clinton years in the “Healing the Hate” curriculum and resources on government web sites.)

While at GLSEN, he promoted “no-name calling” weeks, days of silence, and gay pride celebrations in our nation’s public schools. GLSEN promotes a LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender) month in our nation’s public schools, too.

Jennings is a hypocrite when he pushes “no-name calling” events in schools. He uses name-calling and vilification of his opponents whenever he’s speaking to a gay audience.


GLSEN’s motto is “Teaching Respect For All,” but Jennings doesn’t follow his own advice. In a GLSEN conference in November, 1997, Jennings attacked TVC Chairman Louis P. Sheldon. He told the audience: “I don’t have to like Lou Sheldon. I don’t have to like or respect Lou Sheldon.”


This hypocrite is now running a multi-million dollar operation out of the Department of Education! At this same GLSEN conference, Jennings told his fellow gay teachers that they must teach kids to accept homosexuality “before the children have a chance to be prejudiced by their parents and churches.” What he calls prejudice, we call biblical morality and decency.

He admits that he wants gay teachers to violate the moral values of parents and of church teachings on the evils of gay sex acts!


Read what else Jennings has said about conservative Christians: Twenty percent of people are hard-core fair-minded [pro-homosexual] people. Twenty percent are hard-core [anti-homosexual] bigots. We need to ignore the hard-core bigots, get more of the hard-core fair-minded people to speak up, and we’ll pull that 60 percent [of people in the middle] over to our side. That’s really what I think our strategy has to be. We have to quit being afraid of the religious right. We also have to quit — I’m trying to find a way to say this. I’m trying not to say, ‘[F—] ‘em!’ which is what I want to say, because I don’t care what they think! [audience laughter] Drop dead!” — Jennings speech to Marble Collegiate Church, March 20, 2000.


Jennings also wrote the foreword to Queering Elementary Education which advocated using gay literature and essays in reading, writing, and talking. Obama friend and unrepentant domestic terrorist Bill Ayers wrote a glowing endorsement on the back cover of this book.



In his 1994 book, One Teacher In 10, Jennings admits that he “did not report sexual victimization of a student to the proper authorities” when he worked as a school teacher in Concord, Massachusetts. Jennings describes the advice he gave in 1988 to a sophomore student named Brewster who confided to him his gay involvement with an older man he had met in Boston. Child protection laws in Massachusetts require a teacher to notify child welfare authorities within 48 hours if a child under 18 is suffering sexual abuse. (“NEA Groups Protest Award To Gay Studies Activist,” Washington Times, July 3, 2004)


Thanks to President Obama, Czar Jennings now has millions of our tax dollars at his disposal to promote the gay agenda and to put policies in place penalizing any criticism of LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender) activities in our nation’s public schools.

We will be reporting more on Kevin Jennings and his gay agenda in the weeks ahead.

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