[SIZE=1]I got this e-mail a few days ago after I had shared with a correspondent that I had been artificially insemenated when I went to a VA women's clinic for a pap smear:

I am flabberghasted!!!!! I went to the community clinic for a routine pap smear and was ALSO INSEMINATED!!! I don't have a lover in my life and I am 49 years old. I went down and bought a pregnancy kit after 10 weeks went by without my period. I wish I would have saved the result stick. Anyway, I spontaneously aborted at 12 weeks. I am being hit hard with radiation exposure and I think my body knew it couldn't do this. BIZARRE!! I never told a single soul because they would call me nuts. The doctor who did this to me is of middle eastern ethnic background. I can't think of his name but I'll email it to you. Funny thing is, he is no longer working at that clinic. This clinic also refused to give me anti biotics when I had a severe sinus infection. I had to go to another clinic across town to get the proper medical treatment.

Homeland Security is responsible for this anti-terrorism program (where they terrorize the hell out of their guinea pigs to figure out what is up with the technology.) and doctors and the biotechnic industry are a big part of it.

Thank you for sharing with me. God bless you.

The narrative I sent around a year ago:

On November 6, 2002, I had an appointment for a pap smear at the VA Medical Center in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. I am working very hard to maintain my health so that I can continue to live in my home, and to avoid causing my daughters any inconvenience. Getting an annual checkup with pap smear and mammogram is just one of the ways that I was doing this.

Everything seemed pretty normal until I was ready for the pap smear, naked under a sheet with my legs spread, a very vulnerable position. The woman who has done my pap smears for several years, Donna, then stood back and said she was waiting for someone to help her.

I believe that I have gotten numerous pap smears with nobody but the person administering it present. I think last year that she seemed to be training someone, so there was someone else present.

The other person came in, I believe they were carrying a tray, and they began the examination. At the time, I was slightly annoyed because the other person seemed to me to be a man in drag, either that, or it was the ugliest woman I have ever seen. In addition, it seemed to me that they did not just go in and get the swab from the uterus, but they went in several times, three or four at the very least. It took quite a while to do, maybe as long as ten minutes. I wondered if the last pap smear had shown something funny so they were doing more tests.

Later that day, I suppose it was something like four or five hours after the pap smear, I was at home watching TV when I got one of the most painful leg cramps in my right leg that I had ever gotten, certainly I had not had anything even remotely as painful for over five years. This was very distressing to me, as every time I was pregnant, I had bad leg cramps, and the doctors never gave me anything for the pain, never explained why I had them, they just let me suffer for nine months. Sometimes towards the end of the pregnancy, I might have four or five during the night when I would wake up screaming from the pain, and a couple more during the day.

Afterwards, and for the next two or three days, the muscles between my waist and my knees were all very sore. There continued to be minor leg cramps. As the week progressed, I began to have some very unpleasant sensations, the nipples of my breasts were extremely sensitive, I had sharp pains in my lower abdomen, my naval became tender and health problems that I had under control were coming back. I began to have problems with asthma, and my sinus, which had been mostly clear when I went in for the pap smear, eventually closed up completely. I began to have edema in my legs, joint pains, dizzy spells and headaches, although I had experienced none for several years due to treatments I have already discussed.

I began to panic. Surely, at 67, I could not possibly be pregnant. But the symptoms of pregnancy were accelerating. I blew up like a blimp, and all of my clothes, which has been getting looser and looser were getting tighter and tighter. My legs were very swollen. I wondered if the reason they had gone into my uterus so many times might not have been because they were artificially inseminating me. How this could be done, I could not imagine, but I had heard of a pump designed for diabetics for the automatic delivery of insulin, and I wondered if that might have been one of the things they were putting into it (to deliver hormones), along with sperm from god knows what kind of a piece of garbage who would be a party to anything as cruel and evil. Or maybe a patch like a nicotine or birth control patch, or some kind of an implant. I understand the psychiatrists are considering an implant that will administer drugs for mentally ill patients for up to a year.

By November 19, I was in a state of total panic. I remembered having read about a product which was said to cause miscarriages many years ago, and I had used it to cause a miscarriage once before. So I got it out and started to use it. I immediately began to get even sicker. I was peeing constantly, my stomach was constantly upset, and I was eating non-stop. I was terrified that it wouldn't work. On Wednesday, I talked to Planned Parenthood to see what their hours were. Thursday, I was sick all day, and into the night. Around 3:00 am I fell asleep, and when I woke up, it was like I was over the disastrous situation, but I got dressed and went to town to get tested for pregnancy at Planned Parenthood anyway. That was November 22. They said “Well, you‘re not pregnant now.”

I was ecstatic. Whatever aim they had, they had failed — again. It isn't that I expect others to take responsibility for my reproductive problems, I had specifically not had sex for 26 years because I did not want to have to deal with unwanted pregnancies, and I didn't feel that the birth control available was dependable.

Please don't feel that I was depriving myself. The men I had met in the meantime were hardly of any interest to me. I had the feeling that most of them just wanted to dump me with one of their progeny to raise while they took no interest in it at all. In other words, they hated me and wanted to handicap me. So why would I want to reproduce their "garbage out?" Not in this lifetime. I'd rather be dead than reproduce anyone of that ilk.

As far as I am concerned, the deity in which they place so much confidence made the women who are sterile that way for a reason, they are too evil and/or inferior to be reproduced. Just the fact that they participated in an affair like this is proof enough in my mind that they should never have contact with children. [I had a paragraph similar to this in both my print and internet versions of my experience at the VA, and when I was revising before printing, I discovered it missing in both. Do you suppose I have hit on a sensitive nerve here? And just when I had decided that the filth that did this to me had no sensitivity at all. Well, at least they have sensitivity for their own bloated egos, so there is an infinitesimal amount of hope for them that they might be able to comprehend how horrible this experience was for me.]

Because I have taken heroic measures to ascertain that I would never have to deal with an unwanted pregnancy again, I really resent individuals who are supposed to be providing medical services invading my person to deposit the nasty piece of filth inside of me. If I had wanted to be pregnant, I would surely have made some attempts to become pregnant. Not having sex for 26 years seems to me to be a really big sign that I did not want to bear nor raise any more children.

Whether this was the case, or perhaps it was some kind of a misguided experiment is hard to say. It is impossible for me to understand anyone willing to do something like this to someone without their permission. Sometimes the means men use to avoid being caring and loving enough toinspire anything like love from a woman are colossal. Perhaps the local Right to Life organization was running short on unwanted babies, and was trying to raise production. My understanding is that they get top dollar for their adoption services. Or it may have been some kind of a lark, something they could laugh about at parties. Or they might have wanted an aborted fetus for experimental purposes, or the umbilical cord for medical therapy. Who knows. But the receptionist at Planned Parenthood ordered me at least twice to go back to the VA, which is idiotic. I’ll never go back there unless I am in a coma. But it does suggest that there was some kind of a relationship between them.

I realize that I should have waited to use the product to cause the miscarriage until after I was tested, but I was in a "cover your own ass" mode, and all I could think about was not being pregnant.

After that, I had intermittent periods of breast sensitivity and pain in the lower abdomen, more problems with asthma and sinus congestion worse than normal, it took almost a month for the headaches to go away. I even had dizzy spells and blackouts for a while. The edema in my legs eventually went away. I had occasional back pain for nearly a year.

On December 3, I passed a bloody mass about the size of a quarter. It was dark red with an ugly pink in places, and was shaped like a sac with a string attached several inches long. I would have saved it to use as evidence of the dastardly act, but I didn't realize it had come out until after I had flushed the toilet, so I just had to watch helplessly as it was sucked down the drain. This happened when I was getting ready for bed, and I had menstrual-like cramps all night, although there was no more blood afterwards, I continued to have intermittent breast sensitivity and cramps. When I went into the VA on November 6, I was comfortably wearing a size 40B bra, after having worn a size 42C for many years. Afterwards, the size 40B was too small, the size 42C fit again. I count this up as just one more reason to be skeptical of any contact with the medical profession, as they always seem to have some scam they are perpetrating to raise their bottom line.

I had drunk a tea of cider vinegar and honey many years ago to alleviate the problems of painful and excessive menstrual flow, and after I did it for several days, most of my cramps went away, and I seemed on the mend. I began to have hope that I could put this sordid affair behind me.

I would hope that after I related the facts of this to Planned Parenthood, the local NARAL affiliate, and the Patient Advocate Rita Loving at the VA, that someone will take notice of the women who come in to get abortions who say they haven't had sex for some period too long to account for their pregnancy. Even women tend to not give women credibility, to scorn anything they might claim of some event of this kind. They will think that the woman probably is embarrassed to admit that she had sex (how I should have gotten pregnant by just having sex at 67 would not even be considered) and just pooh-pooh their claims. I would suspect that these people who committed this act, from the way they got busy and just took care of what they had to do, had done the same thing repeatedly. This was not an amateur undertaking, they acted very professional in what they did.

They should be tracking women who make claims like this, asking them if they had any pelvic exam during the significant past months, and find out what doctor or institution performed it.

Personally, I will never have another pap smear or pelvic exam of any kind without a friendly observer present or mirrors so I can see what they are doing. Surely, if there hadn't been a sheet concealing the area, I would have been able to tell immediately that they were putting things in, not taking things out, and asked to terminate the examination before they could complete the artificial insemination.

How people like this get and keep jobs is beyond my comprehension. Sometimes it seems to me that this is the only kind of garbage that does get and keep jobs. I wonder how much someone paid them to do it, I hope it was a million dollars and they can't get it back.

What is really frightening, is the nature of our government at this time. With Bush as president and a Congress coming in that will support his insanity, I fear for any woman who gets into a predicament like this and does not know an easy way to cause a miscarriage. She could very well end up before a skeptical judge trying to get rid of a pregnancy she never wanted, is not responsible for, and is in no position to deal with in her current situation. It isn't just frightening, it is terrifying.

I suppose that I should be including the easy way to cause an early miscarriage in this book, but to tell you the truth, I am afraid to unless I can get a tubal ligation or a hysterectomy. There have been times when I found an easy way to solve a really difficult problem and when I shared it, and the product I needed suddenly became unavailable or the means of manufacturing it was changed so it was no longer effective. Earlier, I was able to buy salt pork as a substitute for bacon, and products like corned beef had no nitrates in them, but now they do, so I can no longer buy them. Since I have been refused a tubal ligation because of my age, and as I can get pregnant myself, I’m afraid I will have to decline to share this one piece of information.

I recently read in Mother Warrior’s Voice, a newspaper, in a letter to the editor that the writer was the member of a group trying to find out why so many women are having miscarriages. Well, I am sorry for them, but considering that nobody is willing to go to bat for me, I don’t feel much inclination to tell them of one common product, almost certainly available in 90% of the households in the US, almost certainly used several times a week in half the households in the US, with which I have twice, with mathematical certainty, caused a miscarriage. I guess they’ll have to do what I have done, learn to cover their own behinds and either suffer the miscarriages or find it out for themselves.

My question is this. Can the medical profession go down from here? My opinion of them was already so bad, I didn’t feel that it was possible for it to et any worse, but here I am again, stunned by the lack of respect for me as a person (to them I was apparently just an empty uterus walking around waiting for them to stuff something into it), their lack of professionalism, and their basic contempt for my rights as a person.

I have had moments of anxiety since this event when I envisioned them kidnapping me and holding me in some institution in order to force me to bear offspring with my intelligence and their ugly faces. I can’t imagine how they will find something more insidious and contemptible to do next, but I truly believe that if I give them opportunity, they will do something even more bizarre to continue the eroding of my confidence in and respect for the medical profession.

I am enraged because I believe that the root cause of this horrible experience of which I was the victim is the obsession with procreation which many people have, which is inspired by the religious obsession with the immaculate conception. I am totally fed up with it.

I feel no responsibility for creating the next Jesus Christ; in fact, the world I have lived in doesn’t deserve my progeny. If anyone wanted me to think otherwise, they should certainly have treated me and my children as something better than chopped liver. If society wants someone to save it from the evil it has created, it will have to look someplace else, as I will never create another human being for society to torture and terrorize.

What is more, I think that any woman who does reproduce the filth that did this to me should be shot for crimes against humanity. I believe that abortion is a good and correct option in a situation like this. Before November 6, 2002, I could not have said that.

This obsession with procreation is insane in the world we live in. Countries are constantly jockeying for control of the earth’s dwindling resources, and the Pope goes before the Italian legislature and admonished the citizens of Italy to have more babies. Why? So he can have more misery to reign supreme over? If you have ever been to Europe, you undoubtedly know how over-populated all of the countries there are, people from all European countries routinely have to emigrate in order to find work, including Italy. It is even worse in Africa and Asia.

Considering the problems we ourselves are having taking care of all of the people who are out of work, one would think that some sanity concerning procreation would have come into vogue, but apparently not. I blame the entire incident on someone’s insane obsession with procreation which was inspired by the religious obsession with the nativity. And this is not to even question how valid that is, which I seriously doubt.

I want to convey that my bad medical experiences have taken place in nine different states, when I was in the military, when I was a military dependent, when I was a civilian, when I had insurance, when I had no insurance and had to pay, when I was on Medicare, at VA hospitals, I can’t imagine more diverse places and situations under which I have gotten lousy medical care. It is not endemic.

I seriously question the role pro-choice organizations have played in helping me solve my problems. Dating back almost twenty years, they have done little to encourage or support me. In fact, they have often given me bad and even dangerous advice.

When I had finished compiling the pro-choice book, If Men Got Pregnant, Abortion Would Be A Sacrament!, I tried unsuccessfully to find a printer. All the printers I talked to refused to print it because of the content. I was at a Democratic party event, when a person introduced himself to me as being a local printer. I explained my dilemma to him, and he told me that he was on the board of directors for SD NARAL, and he would be glad to print the book. I took the completed manuscript to him within a few days, and he started typesetting. In the first place, he did not follow my directions in typesetting it, and it had to be typeset completely again. Because these were letters from real people, I asked that misspellings and incorrect grammar be left in, but they were all corrected and remained that way. After he had completed typesetting and layout, he never got around to printing, although I checked every few days, the book languished for weeks.

We had planned a book fair, and I wanted the book for the book fair, and when I took the manuscript to him, there was ample time to get the finished book by that time, but after a couple of months, I finally found another printer who agreed to print the publication immediately after I got the typeset and laid out copy to him. I did this right after 8:00 on a Monday morning, I gave the printer who had originally agreed to print it a check for the typesetting (twice the agreed on price because it had been done twice) and carried the copy down the street three or four blocks to the other printer. I gave him instructions and then fortunately told the second printer that I had to run to the bank and get money out of my savings account to cover the check that I had given printer number one. (The bank was not open when I gave him the check) When I returned to make further arrangements, he told me that printer number one had called him and told him that I had given him a bad check. Printer number two told me that he thought printer number one had called every printer in town and told them that. After the book was finished, I asked for the typeset copy back so I could get it reprinted if I should want to. Some kind of a chemical had been poured on it so much of the copy faded, and the typeset and laid out copy I had paid double for from the member of SD NARAL and later Minnehaha county chairman of the Democratic Party was unusable. Luckily, printer number two had immediately put the copy on the presses when I brought it to him, so it was already in print at that time.

When I compiled and published the pro-choice book, If Men Got Pregnant, Abortion Would Be A Sacrament!, at my own expense ,the local NARAL affiliate refused to put any notice or review of it in their newsletter because the president at that time felt it would be commercial. Many newsletters around the country put notices and/or reviews of it in them. The president of South Dakota NARAL at that time was the only doctor in South Dakota who was performing abortions.

In addition to this, he pressured me to take estrogen therapy, even though I told him repeatedly that it made me sick (When Medicine Failed page 13). It has now become known that women taking this therapy have higher rates of breast cancer as well as Alzheimer’s. When I tried to diplomatically and privately to warn the women in the group of my problems with this therapy, they shunned me and treated me like I was mentally ill. I hope they all have breast cancer and Alzheimer’s Disease now, they deserve it for their lack of sympathy for my problems.

The same doctor tried to get me to undergo breast cancer treatment when I had a fibroid tumor in my breast (When Medicine Failed pages 14 – 16).

The same doctor refused to do a tubal ligation when I had Blue Cross coverage and it would not have cost me anything, saying I was too old to get pregnant.

Since the pap smear debacle, I asked Planned Parenthood to schedule me for a tubal ligation, so I wouldn’t have to worry about what the filth that did that to me were planning next, and they refused, saying I was too old.

If there had only been a single incident to put these people’s intentions into question, I would probably just think it was a lapse in judgment, but this many leaves me with the impression that their reason for existing is to attract women who are pro-choice so they can get rid of them. They are like lightning rods, or spiders waiting for some fly looking for a meal to fly into their web. No doctor is this bad without intending to be.

My confidence in pro-choice organizations has been totally destroyed. I cannot, as others have, think of any of them as “one of the Good Guys.” When I published the book, that put me on their list. When the chlorine gas didn’t finish me off (When Medicine Failed, page19—29), they resorted to medical poisons. When I refused to take the hormone therapy which made me sick, they resorted to falsely diagnosing breast cancer, thinking the chemotherapy would. When that didn’t work, they tried arsenic and parasites, viruses and/or bacteria and who knows what else. I truly believe that the pregnancy was intended to make me so ill that I could not function, forcing me into a retirement home. They had obviously been using electronic means to manipulate me, or try to, for up to 40 years (see Addendum of When Medicine Failed.)

By the end of February, because I was still having sensitivity in my breasts, I had tried altering a dozen different supplements/treatments, trying to find one that would eliminate the discomfort without any success. I take a lecithin capsule every day, and have for something like twenty years. I had some kind of a urinary tract blockage which made it difficult to urinate, and I read in some health publication that if you have polyps in your urinary tract, you might have trouble urinating and taking lecithin every day would cause the polyps to shrink. I started taking it and after that, had no trouble urinating, so I just continued taking it. But around 3 – 5 years ago, I noticed that the bottle of lecithin had an oily substance in it, I thought one of the capsules had burst, in fact, I found a broken capsule in with the rest of them. But every time I purchased a new bottle, even though it did not have any oil in it when I opened it, within a week or two, it would also have an oily substance in it. I am sure this occurred in 8 to 10 bottles. The one previous to my current bottle I returned to the store I bought it from and told them it had been OK when I bought it, but I wanted to know why they kept getting this oily substance in them after I opened them, even when I kept them refrigerated. They just gave me my money back and never told me why they did this. So I thought maybe someone had gotten into my office and put something into it to help support a pregnancy, and this was causing me to have more discomfort so I stopped taking the capsules and instead, used some lecithin granules I had bought to use in the kitchen.
Bizarre artificial insemination of pap smear patients

To my amazement, not only did I feel better, but I started to have hot flashes during the night. I also had a fairly heavy, irritating vaginal discharge for a week or so. I had not had any in years, maybe ten or fifteen years. So that may have been the source of some of the fertility drugs or hormones that had allowed me to even get pregnant in the first place. I told the sheriff’s office about it, hoping they would tell me how I could get it tested to see what was in it, but no luck. They did say that they had tested it, but claimed it had no toxic substances in it. I now carry a bottle of lecithin capsules around with me all day, and have never seen any oily residue in the container.

My sinus, which had been mostly blocked since the November 6 pap smear debacle, is clear most of the time again. Within 48 hours after I sopped taking the lecithin capsules with oil on them, a polyp ruptured and I have not had any polyps grow back since. My sinus have been clear for many months, after having severe sinus problems and polyps for something like 8 years.

In October, 2003, I had a problem with depression for a few days. I was puzzled at first, I didn’t seem to have anything to be depressed about. After the third day of depression, I started to search the past few days to try to determine if I had done anything different. I had been using Folger’s coffee bags instead of grinding whole coffee beans for several years. The bags themselves were foil wrapped, and there was no sign of tampering either to the box they were in or to the sealed foil wrappers. I had opened a new box around then, so I thought that I would see what I had in my supply of coffee, and I found a small bag of ground coffee my daughter had given me for Christmas a couple of years ago.

When I started to make my coffee with that in the morning, my depression went entirely away. Since I had almost a whole box left, I sent two coffee bags each to the FDA, Hulda Clark, Ralph Nader, Senator Tom Daschle, each of my two daughters and two of my friends who have many of the same problems I have had. I asked them if anyone else had a similar problem when drinking the coffee made from the Foldger’s coffee bags. Haven’t heard anything yet, but all of them have been very sweet to me since then, I think they thought I might be nuts when I told them I was getting something that made me sick at the supermarket at least once a month. I’m sure there have been months when I didn’t get anything like that, but many months I get two or three food items I have to throw out because I believe they have been tainted by something toxic. Usually the things that I thought were tainted were not something I could ship all over the country in a #10 envelope:: cottage cheese, milk, fruit juice, meat was particularly susceptible, all items that could not be easily sent to friends and officials.

Let me see, who could have benefited by tainting Folger coffee bags with something that makes a person have severe, and I mean really bad, depression. Could it be drug companies who manufacture expensive prescriptions that treat depression?

Or maybe Right To Lifers, anxious at any cost to prove that women who have abortions have emotional problems afterwards? In If Men Got Pregnant, Abortion Would Be A Sacrament! I recall a number of the women who contributed mentioning that on the anniversary of the abortion or the date when the pregnancy would have terminated naturally, they suffered depression. Since this episode took place around November 1, 2003, the anniversary of the date I was able to cause an abortion fell in the period of time I would have been drinking the tainted Folger’s coffee bags.

Or maybe Psychiatrists who charge hundreds of dollars an hour for treating mentally ill patients? I can well imagine that the first question out of their mouth in therapy would have been, “Have you ever had an abortion?” I don’t think Folger made any money out of it unless somebody in the manufacturing area at Folger was paid to taint the product. Well, your guess is as good as mine. Unless the FDA, Hulda Clark, Ralph Nader or Senator Daschle took my letter seriously, the stuff may still be on the market.

I am enraged when the Bible says, even in the New Testament, that we are to “turn the other cheek,” to forgive those who wrong us. To me, that sounds like someone is trying to run a scam on me.

If my two year old knocks down my grandmother’s treasured vase and breaks it, I would be upset, but I would forgive him. If a man driving home from work has a heart attack or stroke and runs into another car, killing a family of five, I can forgive him. If a mother working two jobs to take care of her children after her husband dies or abandons them, then falls asleep while bathing the baby and the baby drowns, I can forgive her.

But I cannot forgive someone who apparently has been stalking and harassing me for 35 years when they are so obsessed with forcing me to produce progeny for them that they get the training they need, the equipment and drugs they need, enter my home without my permission to taint my dietary supplements with them so that I can maintain a pregnancy, then wait until the only day during a year when they have access to my reproductive organs and impregnate me and put an implant in place to deliver the necessary hormones, not only without my permission, but against my wishes. Them I cannot forgive, and I don’t think anyone else should, either.

I think that if they go to a priest or pastor and give them the routine crap about how they truly regret what they did, they should be told that they are going to rot in Hell for what they did, and nothing they ever do in their life will change that, they may as well as face the punishment for what they did. I think it stinks that the Christian religion offers forgiveness to anyone for some act, regardless of how evil it was: it encourages them. If they get caught, all they have to do is go to some religious leader and “get religion,” and they can feel that they have a blank check to go back and do the same thing again with the same results.

It seems to me, that during the '70's and '80's, there were a lot of stories in newspapers like the NATIONAL ENQUIRER about alien abductions and the abductees being exposed to experiments on their sex organs. Haven't heard anything about them lately, has whoever was responsible for these changed their MO to operating out of free health care facilities? Both of us went to a free health care facility, I went to a VA hospital, she went to a public health clinic.

That was the weirdest thing I have ever read in my life.

um......ok. there is nothing more i can say.

how about

this woman has a pshychosis, and obviously needs some kind of therapy.. maybe shock treatment to stop her dribbling such crap. sounds like a pathogenic lier

that is too long for me to read, care to offer a paraphrased version of it?

so i guess instead of saying spam, one could say, sperm!

Yeh im a bit....erm....whatever *leaves*

I dont care about what you wrote, there are abductions, you just dont hear about it because its old news now, nobody cares anymore.

Too much to quote on..

wow you wrote ENTIRELY to much

i read the first like...8th...and now i'm done...i refuse to go any further





*paranoia has another victim*

dear, you need to drink less coffee.

Uhhh I'm not gonna read that whining

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTT im not touching that with a 10 foot pole.

Burn it burn it! Comon people! crucify this post thou hast made!

Holy crap this lady is insane!!! Did she really just say she could forgive someone for drowning a child? And what the hell is up with believing people were poisoning her coffee, while it was still in the grocery store? Or breaking into her house and tampering with her medicine cabinet? This is one seriously disturbed individual.

Do not look to Bush for the source of this evil, but the puppet masters who control him. He alone is not smart nor powerful enough to be spearheading all the evil things which are in motion in this day and age. He is a public figurehead pawn. Directing anger at him will only cloud the issue. Kerry would have been the same. Why do I say this? Because Republican and Democrat are merely illusions: a simulated freedom. There is not republican or democrat any more. There is The controlers, and the controlled.

Spead your story to anyone who will listen to you, and even to those who don't. Only by the public outcry will we ever take the power back from the evil that governs our world. The people are the majority, but they are all sleeping. Study into the New World Order, and the Illuminati, and rage against their powers. Find people like you, of the same mind set, or with the same experiences, and start a movement, so we can ensure a free future for our children and our grandchildren


It's time to take the power back.

I am enraged when the Bible says, even in the New Testament, that we are to “turn the other cheek,” to forgive those who wrong us. To me, that sounds like someone is trying to run a scam on me.

This is an extremely common myth. To understand this, you must look at the day and age. Back in the time of slaves and masters, it was considered an extremely unacceptable practice to hit your slave with your left hand. If a slave master hit his slave, and the slave turned his other cheek to him, he was in essense making them equal, because anyone who found out that the master had hit his slave with the left hand after the slave turned his head would consider him lower than the slave himself.

And yes, this women does have psychological problems, but there may be truth behind what she is saying. I would reason she is exhibiting signs of schizophrnic dementia. But she may be basing some of her experiences on valid observation.

A SCAM?!?! Insight, this phrase is about the Gift of Forgiveness!! And the gift of loving your enemy.

"It takes more guts to forgive an opposer than to fight one" -me .

If you do not forgive in life, your just one screwd hater...

I like that quote!! *goes to 'My Controls'*