AMERICA: MONEY MAKES DRUGS: DRUGS MAKE MONEY! IS THERE AN ANSWER?

Neurontin and its newer, more powerful version, Lyrica, are widely used for unapproved indications that are a flagrant direct danger to the public. These most “successful drugs” were approved for use even though the FDA had no idea what they actually did in the brain. A new shocking study shows that they block the formation of new brain synapses1, drastically reducing the potential for rejuvenating brain plasticity – which means that these drugs cause brain decline faster than any substance known to mankind.
The problem of these drugs is aggravated by their blatant illegal marketing. Neurontin was approved by the FDA for epilepsy in 1994. The drug was subjected to massive illegal promotion outside the indications that cost Warner-Lambert $ 430 million (the first great good for off-label promotion). The drug is now owned by Pfizer. Pfizer also owns Lyrica, a super-potent version of Neurontin. It has been approved by the FDA for various types of pain and fibromyalgia. Lyrica is one of four drugs that a Pfizer subsidiary markets illegally, resulting in a $ 2.3 million deal against Pfizer.
Even though the marketing of these drugs has been heavily fined, they continue to rack up billions in sales from off-label uses. Doctors use them for all kinds of nervous problems because they are good at suppressing symptoms. However, such uses can no longer be justified because the actual mechanism of drugs is finally understood and they are creating a significant long-term reduction in nerve health.
Researchers in the previous study try to downplay the severity of the drugs by saying “adult neurons do not form many new synapses.” That simply is not true. The new science is showing that brain health during aging is based on the formation of new synapses. Even these researchers managed to question the common use of these drugs in pregnant women. How is a fetus supposed to produce new nerve cells when the mother is taking a drug that blocks them?
These are the kind of situations where you say that the FDA must (should) be everywhere. As usual, the FDA is sitting around reflecting on a Lyrica suicide warning, while its off-label uses include bipolar disorder and migraine headaches. you are likely to spin your thumbs for the next decade on the subject of brain damage by the FDA. Consumer Alert.

The FDA budget for FY 2018 was $5.4 billion. About 55 percent, or $3 billion, of FDA’s budget is provided by federal budget authorization. The remaining 45 percent, or$2.4 billion, is paid for by industry user fees. The FDA budget is equivalent to $9.11 per American per year.

The Food and Drug Administration said that it intends to withdraw its existing analgesic guidance for developing new pain drugs and will issue new guidance in 2019. The decision, said FDA Commissioner Scott Gottlieb, M.D., is in response to the shifting nature of the nation’s opioid epidemic.

I have just looked at a 346 page booklet written by the Dept of Health & Human Services for the FDA’s

Fiscal Year of 2019 for the Justification of the year 2019’s Estimations for the (various) Appropiations Committees.

I f the common man was to read this booklet he would say it makes no sense. That is because the common man is not a politician, a politicrat, bureaucrat or anyone else who makes their money from these things. It is a budget that throws millions upon millions at different “institutions and businesses” designed specifically to give money away: away to people who are friends of someone in government, like Trump, who has the power to make his friends and associates millions of dollars, such of which Trump, and those who “speak his language” expect them to return the “favor” by giving them a cut of the “profits.” What do these bureaucrats do for this money. Beats me, read the 346 pages of double-talk, innuendo and hyprocrisy. God help us; obviously no politicians, bereaucrats, hypocrites or any other one man or group of them means to help the common man. That is exactly why Jesus Christ came to this earth, as a common man, lived a life explaining everything in common, everyday language that even a child could understand.

And so, the antiChrist, the devil, did and does the opposite and his followers are, literally, everywhere. They are leaders of numerous countries, dictators ruling authoritarian governments where no common human beings have anything to say because the first thing that is taken away from them is that “right” of free speech.

Are we heading in that direction? No one but God knows the answer to that but a good guess is that we are. And Donald Trump appears to be the sort of “leader” who would like to have the “authority” of his good buddy Vladimir Putin, who he praises everytime he mentions the despot’s name.

Our system is breaking apart in front of our eyes: for in a system that demands you have money or be forgotten about we now see that there are soon to be many more forgotten about human beings than “remembered” human beings. In other words: the poor will soon outnumber the wealthy.

Is there an answer to this quandry we find ourselves in? Well, we (as a mass of the population) do identify ourselves as Christians, myself included, and so why do we not demand those leaders at the top of the privelaged class, who claim they are Christians also, to act like they are: to act as Jesus Christ did. Too big of an answer? But why should it be? Why cannot these people share their money and their possessions with those who have little if any of these things?

A question that answers itself: The only ones who would put everything into the “pot” would be those who have little or nothing, right? Well then do away with money: every man for himself, right?

No? Why not? Oh, you mean because the billionaires and trillionaires actually can not support themselves? If their toilet won’t flush or their car won’t start or their rugs need cleaning? Hmmm, very interesting. You mean, because they, actually, don’t really “do” anything: they just let their money do the “work” for them? Hmmmm, very interesting.

But, what if, what if a revolution by the masses of poor people overwhelm the few wealthy billionaires and …. oh, sorry … that could never happen because it did and we “won” over the Communists, right? I mean, we do live in a Capitalist World now, a world where money does all the talking, right?

Wait … I see something … a bright shining star is heading this way … ah, a man is walking this way … he looks like he is quite poor, he is dressed in shabby clothes, although clean they are … wait .. he is saying something … he says his name is Jesus Christ and he has come to judge the world … wait a minute now, what’s that line forming here: why, they’re all poor people, they’re all … hey, wait a minute, where are all the wealthy, successful people … where is … where is Trump? Ah … ahah … very interesting.

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I am hypothyroid, meaning I have an under-active thyroid. I actually felt very healthy for 26 years on a thyroid medication known as Levothroid, a synthetic brand of Levothyroxine, a synthetic thyroid pill which stopped “working” for me sometime last year, around February of 2018, on a trip to Switzerland where I was attempting to cut processed sugar out of my diet: something all world-wide corporations are not in favor of you or me doing, because of the enormity of the billions of dollars in profits these companies make by, literally, putting processed sugar, into almost every food we eat. This untruth has been going on ever since the formulation of super-companies incorporating into one gigantic monster better known as Big Sugar. In fact, I wrote a story I named ‘Big ‘Sugar,’ which was published in ShortStory.Me, several years ago, as well as a book of short stories I had published in a book of my short stories, in 2014. The title of the book was: ‘Muhammad’s Revenge’ and ‘Big Sugar’ was, I believe, the 4th story in a book holding 22 of my short stories.
I realized, long before then, actually, that sugar was an enormous “problem” in human beings’ lives on this earth and specifically on the poor, the downhearted, the destitute and, especially the young children who are so truthful about everything on this god-forsaken planet.
So, I was in Switzerland, in March of 2018 and I was trying desperately to eat food with the minimum of sugar but, unfortunately, this is (was) almost impossible, as there are so many code names, so to speak, that this god-forsaken industry, (Big Sugar,) has these other names for sugar being written in code, so to speak, but is is all the same sugar: candy, caramel, dextrose, fructose, glucose, lactose, Levulose, Maltose, saccharose, sucros, xylose, sweetner, saccharin, carbohydrate and caramel are all just another name for sugR, which is, added to literally every food we consume: esp. fast foods, where most poor and disadvantaged people eat.
Speaking of poor people, if you wish to feel good about humanity, no matter if you are poor, rich, religious or atheist please, read this link I have added, below here: https://www.npr.org/2009/07/27/111091624/homeless-man-leaves-behind-surprise-4-million      And may we all have a Happy New Year and may God bless us all with the ability, desire, tolerance and courage to speak truth to power. This guy (above) said that he was an atheist but,  I always remember something that Mother Teresa once said, about a homeless man begging for food, she said you should always give to anyone poor, destitute, or in need because: “It was (actually) Jesus in one of his disguises.”

 

CHRISTMAS IN THE GYM

CHRISTMAS IN MANY DIFFERENT PLACES

My daughter gave me a pair of new tennis shoes, aka sneakers, for Christmas. I wear out two pairs a year, just as I always have over the past six decades, ever since I was a teenager. They are a size 10 but I wear a size larger, as I have always had ‘big feet.’ The doctor told my parents I would be a “monster” of a man, judging by the size of my feet. I guess they measured us by the foot size back in the 1940’s. Well, I might have been but, then, God apparently didn’t want me to grow to be a monster and so I ended up: 5’9” tall, 165 pounds but by the time I was 16, with size 11 shoes on my feet.

So, somehow, someway, I ended up in boxing, after being what many called a “juvenile delinquent” in, it seems now, any of the many schools I attended. We, my brother and sister and I, lived in five different locales before we were old enough to ‘leave home.’ Or, at least I was as they stayed long enough to graduate from high school and college; while I joined the Marine Corps when the other branches ‘turned me down’ because of a ‘police record;’ mostly fighting with other kids along with grown men also but always in self-defense. The Marines had a plan for kids like me, you could join up, with your parents’ permission, and signature, at age 16, and go on active duty on your 17th birthday and so I found myself in Parris Island, S.C., on Christmas Day in 1962, with 2-weeks yet to go to graduate from boot camp, which I did eight days into 1963. My first regulated boxing match was in boot camp, where I lost a decision to another marine, who I later found out was a professional boxer in ‘civilian life.’

I was stationed at Cherry Point, N.C., at the Marine Corps Air Station and quickly joined the boxing team there. I still remember other fighters on the team stepping on my feet purposely to throw me off balance, propelling me to quickly learn the rudiments of boxing and become good enough to turn pro when I was discharged three years later.

It was in the 5th Street Gymnasium where I met many friends that would enter my life in my early years in the prize-ring. I had already turned pro in Las Vegas, after winning six straight amateur fights and then going three and three in six professional fights when a boxer in Vegas, also a friend of mine and an ex-welterweight champion, Ralph Dupas, who was being handled by Angelo Dundee, told me to look Dundee up, if I needed a good manager, as I was flying back to D.C, with a friend named Andy Kendall, also a boxer who was travelling to Virginia to be with his ex-wife and visit his two children, of which she had custody. He bought me a plane ticket, with a check I cashed after he put my name on it. It was a ‘bad check’ and he and another guy were in cahoots managing an apartment house in Las Vegas and collecting rent monies they never returned, fleeing to Virginia. He cashed many checks by giving them to other ‘friends’ who kept all the money, I found myself in a very perverse situation as could not happen without some form of destiny involved. 

Here’s what happened: we got separated at the Las Vegas Airport, as, little known to me, he had bought a ticket to board a different plane from me. And, then, even more perversely than one would think possible he ended up knocking on his ex-wife’s door only to be answered by his father-in-law, who had a shotgun and blasted him in the stomach. He, perverseness still calling, ended up recovering and returning to boxing where he, then, ended up earning a fight with the then world lt.-heavyweight champion, Bobby Foster, who I knew from Finley’s Gym, in D.C.

So, now, I’m in D.C for about three months with only one fight, an exhibition in Lorton Prison, in, Virginia and I saw, once again, that boxing, in the Nation’s Capital, in 1966 was almost nil and fighters had to travel to New York or Philly to get fights and so, I ended up in Miami Beach, in the fall of 1966.

The first guy I met was Chris Dundee, a man who always mimicked a ‘Dick Nixon’ smile whenever he ‘wanted something’ and you could be sure, I quickly learned, that he was from the streets of Philly and would pay you, or any other boxer, the absolute minimum he could ‘get you for.’

Now, there was a fighter there, a lt heavyweight named Jimmy Ralston, who had been knocked out in a previous fight by a middleweight named Herman ‘Scatterhawk’ Dixon who was scheduled to fight him in a rematch but Dixon pulled out of the rematch due to a pulled muscle.

Chris Dundee asked me to spar with Ralston, and after a couple of rounds, he asked if I would agree to a match with him. I did and ended up losing when the bell rang for the eighth round and the referee stopped the fight for “lack of action” on my part.

Two fights later, after I had kayoed a lt. Heavyweight named Lou Howard and beat Charlie Jordan in an 8-rounder, Angelo Dundee asked me to sign a contract with him, making him my manager for 3-years plus a 3-year renewal. I signed it and a week later, as I was punching on the speed-bag in the 5th Street gym he gave me a gym-bag saying what I would hear innumerable times: “Keith, here use this, yours looks kind of worn out: hey, it was Ali’s.” When he looked at my boxing shoes he smiled obliquely: they were spray-painted white, originally having been black. White shoes were the thing to wear at that time, thanks to Ali. He vaguely asked me what size I wore and when I said eleven, the usual question mark appeared on his face.

Several days later he handed me a pair of boxing shoes. Size eleven. He smiled: “Used to be Ali’s, get dressed you’re goin’ a few wid Louie, he’s got a fight comin’ up.” Louie was Luis Rodriguez, a former welterweight champion, who was fighting as a middleweight and used me as his chief punching bag, aka sparring partner.

I stood there as Angelo walked towards the prize-ring, where Luis Rodriguez awaited my presence in the ring, wanting to know if I was sparring that day. I walked into the dressing room, where I nodded at another fighter, a welterweight named Larry Adkins: “Used to be Ali’s,” I said holding the shoes up. Adkins smiled laconically: they were black.

BEST FRIEND or WORST ENEMY?

Wednesday, 12/19
I was driving to my house from the gym when I tuned in looking for some Christmas music and found it on Joy FM 91.5, I think it is. To which a disc jockey came on and two or three others were talking about a question they all thought was quite funny: “Who would you rather spend the rest of you life on a deserted Island with: Your best friend of your worst enemy?”

Well, needless to say they laughed at the question and all answered it quickly: Their best friend, of course. Well, their answer surprised me, especially considering it was a ‘Christian station.’

Why? Well, I would say that I would much rather make a friend out of an enemy, than an enemy out of a friend — especially my (reportedly) ‘best friend.’

Now, I am 73-years old and have been in many relationships in that time and, if there is one thing I have learned it is that no one knows, really knows, another human being’s mind-set or what he himself would do or say in any given situation, much less a deserted Island; but I do know this: If we were on a deserted Island for what we thought might turn out to be the rest of our lives we would obviously get to ‘know each other’ pretty quickly and, I believe my ‘best friend’ would find out some things about me that I, myself, never even knew about myself and vice-versa: I wasn’t maybe who I thought I was and maybe he wasn’t who I thought he was, after all. I might be better or worse, and he might also be a better or worse person than we both thought, as time would mean little, if anything, to two people living where watches or clocks or jobs or money were useless and their whole lives were just “survival and sanity” something in which he (or she) and I could even end as “best friend’s” or, at least a friend instead of an enemy. And, needless to say, even as some “elderly” men and women end up getting divorced after decades of marriage, and usually over something so small that they have both forgotten it by the time they separate, we both may find out many things we like about one another and may, like I said, actually, become friends. After all there really ain’t a hell of a lot to do on a deserted Island when there’s only two people there.

And, I might add that I’d hate to think of how I’d feel if my “best friend” and I became so embittered at one another as we discovered the “other side” of the other that we had now turned from best friend’s into bitter enemies. Just thinking of what could happen, you know?

GUNS BRING TRAGEDY

Today in the Tampa Bay Times, in a little-aside hidden on page 2 under NATION & WORLD in a small article under a section titled ELSEWHERE was this: Maliyah Palmer died after being shot in the head Friday night by her 12-year-old brother while their parents were away at a Christmas party, according to police at Florissant, MO. The boy found a 9mm handgun in a dresser drawer in his parents’ bedroom, then accidently shot Maliyah, police said. Maliyah and her brother were being watched by their 16-year-old sister.

Directly underneath this was this: TWO COPS HURT IN ACCIDENTAL SHOOTING AT PARTY: Eleven police officers in Upper Marlboro, MD. Ere suspended after two off-duty officers were wounded in what police called an accidental shooting at a holiday party. The Prince George’s County Police Department said in a statement Monday that both officers were treated at hospitals and released early Sunday. Investigators believe a single shot from a privately owned handgun wounded an officer and then ricocheted before injuring a second officer.

LITTLE KNOWN POINT: The United States is 4.4% of the earth’s population and yet it’s people own 42% of the world’s guns. America has 270 million guns and has had 90 mass shootings between 1966 and 2012. No other country has more than 46 million guns or 18 mass shootings.

LITTLE KNOWN POINT: America has the largest glut of lawyers, as hungry and vulturous as a horde of Jackals and hyenas frothing to snatch a piece of meat from the lion who originally killed the water buffalo. Being as there were 12 hyenas and 18 jackals and only two lions, they got the dinner. There are now well-over 1.5 million lawyers in America, many of them unemployed and owing six-figures for their student loans and the percent of these who are lining up to represent the millions of dollars the NRA throws out in order to scream 2nd Amendment rights MAY have been VIOLATED, and keep the M-16’S, AR-15’S, bump-stocks, cannons and bazookas from being sold to those whose intentions are far from pure, considering they just were released from a mental institution and went directly to their nearest gun-show to buy anything their stolen, forged or monopoly money can buy them and the lecherous unemployed lawyers, now working part-time as 2nd Amendment lawyer’s while buying and selling arms from their local gun supplier (dese is unmarked guns, poifect-lee legal).

WELL-KNOW POINT: In Sutherland Springs, Texas, a man entered a Baptist Church and killed at least 26 people using an AR-15 automatic military rifle. H e had three guns, an AR-556 rifle and two handguns that he left inside the church. He had no license to carry a concealed weapon. Donald Trump,when asked about the shooting made a statement that included: “This has nothing to do with guns.” Ah … DUH? Oh, yeah Donald Trump said that. That’s different: yeah, he’s ONLY the POTUS.

Peace be with everyone in this holiday season and may we think before buying a gun: any gun, “toy” or otherwise, they (too often) end up in tragic circumstances

TRUMP’S LIES CALLED OUT

James Comey stood up and spoke the truth to power today: testifying before a Republican committee in private because they refused to make it public as Comey had requested. This is absolutely ridiculous to watch and compare Trump’s white-house with Nixon’s: whose abuse of power, although impeachable in no way matches up to Trump’s totality of lies that never seem to stop.

The main difference in Nixon and Trump’s carrying’s-on is time: the fact that it is 2018, almost 2019 and there are cameras everywhere, including on telephone poles, stoplights, signs, houses, buildings, public and private offices, and, of course, every time, now that he is the POTUS, he opens his mouth to speak to a camera or microphone: both of which he will do at the pop of a can of diet coke.

Well, I am sure that Donald J. will go off moaning and groaning about the truth and hollering he is innocent of any crime — only time will tell but, I for one, will make book that he serves less than a full-term and is indicted and charged with criminal misconduct: colluding with the Russians and obstruction of justice before he finishes his one and only term — or, rather, if he finishes it.

Donald Trump obstructs justice practically every time he opens his mouth to say he will, may or can if he wants to, pardon someone, like he did with Manafort and Cohen or anyone else who he believes has “the goods” on him or is a threat to his reign as King of the World, which is, make no mistake about it, what he wants.

Of course we need many more Comey’s to stand up and speak the truth: the only problem, is, even as Comey said that Republicans who keep their mouths shut and wish to go off, eventually, privately and quietly to retire with a nice pension need to stand up and speak the truth, he must have known that was highly unlikely, because although Comey has guts, courage and character, it is sorely lacking in today’s politicians. They reason being that they need absolutely none of those traits to run for office or to hold office: in fact the opposite is true: they need only money and votes, which they put all their energy and time into parlaying into a nice job with the government, where they give themselves raises and make up reasons why, kow-tow to money and power and lie to themselves as a matter of course and survival.

This sad, very sad, especially for me, when I remember the last two weeks in the month of October, 1962. I was 17 years and one-month old and was in Marine Corps Boot Camp, at P.I., N.C. When the DI’s became hysterical, saying we were preparing for WWIII. This didn’t happen but only because we had JFK, John F. Kennedy, as the President and he was a man who had been a naval officer in WWII and had seen the carnage, destruction and insanity that is called war, up close and personal. Missiles in Cuba, at that time were the problem, as they could easily hit America but, only because JFK stood up to the generals and some other high level cabinet members are we now, to this day still living in America, instead of Russia or are we and they still even alive. Just think: what if something similar happened today, while Trump is still in power? Oh God! Hold it … I take it back be more like Trump — for just this once— don’t think!

Peace be with you

THINKING

I am thinking: that’s all, just thinking or, maybe, just trying to (think). That’s all I do, or so it seems to me whenever my wife comes into my “study” when I am “busy,” and she asks me a question and I can barely answer her. I am thinking, which, I understand, it appears as if I am doing nothing at all but staring into space. This is true: I do do a lot of staring into space but, then, actually I also do write a lot, which, sometimes becomes the subject of debate among some, if not many, people who argue over it. This, believe me, was, and is, not my intention, because, like every writer I like to have readers but also, of course, like every human being, I wish everyone would agree with me, or at least recognize my viewpoint.

I really don’t understand why this is, either, because I proclaim myself to be a Christian. And, after all, does not the majority of America’s population claim to be Christians? And, as Christianity is the world’s number one religion, it would seem that most of us would agree but, it appears to me that today for numerous reasons, we are an almost totally segregated society and that appears to be separating innumerable people to gather together in groups of variable sizes to worship, as well as to gather together for civil activities, such as games: bowling, baseball, basketball, croquet and other such sports, as well as get-together’s: cookouts, movies, swimming and, as with most groups of “like-minded” citizens they meet to discuss how they are going to address any problems they are having.

During these times, it seems to me as if the truth is in serious danger of dying it’s usually quick death as lies continue to be the first choice of the devil and all his minions, who are always trying to convince others that lying is far superior to the truth and will make them much happier. The majority of those who identify as one particular religion, sect, group, nationality, political group, etc, also appear to be known as, or referred to as: “like-minded people.”

These split groups also appear to be found in churches: After all, the World’s population is pushing 8 million inhabitants and one-third of the human beings on this planet identify themselves as Christians.

The hardest thing to understand for us human beings is that Jesus Christ, God Himself, is actually, the truth and cannot lie but must and does always speak, as well as demand, the truth. And so, why is it that the world lives on, thrives upon and continues to worship lies in place of the truth?

Personally, this has been my hardest “contest” to conquer: the fact that Satan, the devil, is the author, speaker and father of all lies. But, then God, is the Truth, He claims to be the truth: He is the truth, the way and the light of the world but was Himself accused by his own family: in Mark 3:20:30:

Then Jesus entered a house, and again a crowd gathered, so that he and his disciples were not even able to eat. When his family heard about this, they went to take charge of him, for they said, ‘“He is out of his mind.”’
And the teachers of the law who came down from Jerusalem said, “He is possessed by Beelzebub!By the prince of demons he is driving out demons.”

So Jesus called them over to him and began to speak to them in parables: “How can Satan drive out Satan? If a kingdom is divided against itself, that kingdom cannot stand. If a house is divided against itself, that house cannot stand. And if Satan opposes himself and is divided, he cannot stand; his end has come. In fact, no one can enter a strong man’s house without first tying him up. Then he can plunder the strong man’s house. Truly I tell you, people can be forgiven all their sins and every slander they utter, but whoever blasphemes against the Holy Spirit will never be forgiven; they are guilty of an eternal sin.”

He said this because they were saying, “He has an evil spirit.”

So, in Jesus’ time(s) on this earth, the teachers of the law were the most educated and were very wealthy and owned all of the lands on which they lived but, then, as now, they could not believe the truth: that is to say any truth that did not correlate with what they considered the truth: And let it be noted that their truths always corresponded to the enrichment of themselves and their families, which drew them together, where they all became very disingenuous and stuck together against anyone who threatened their power and prosperous way(s) of life, which separated themselves and their families from the poor, uneducated underclasses of workers: the laborers, the poor and needy persons: the unemployed, the sick and elderly, who were treated as slaves of the wealthy, aristocratic scions of this time, who could not accept Jesus Christ for the very same reasons that they cannot, to this day in 2018, accept immigrants from foreign countries, or financially-strapped human beings who lack the only thing(s) they understand: money and possessions: this then, being the final straw that broke them, totally, away from Jesus Christ, who not only cured people of their illnesses but also gave them hope that there was, indeed, a Promised Land, and one that would accept them all and there were no qualifications for them to be accepted for eternal life save their love of Him, and thereby, the entire human race, and he was offering this eternal life, as he did everything else: gratuitously.

Many people did not believe in the Lord and Savior and some, including his own family, also lost track of who he was: God incarnate. This included many of his own brothers and sisters, as this was, after all, a life where people were made of flesh and blood and got everything, literally, their food and drink, their homes, their clothing, their camels and livestock the same way most people to this day do also: money.

And so Jesus and his disciples went around preaching the gospel to thousands upon thousands of regular, working-class people, along with the poor, the sick, everyone he preached to, no matter their class, were taught by Jesus that He would accept them if they accepted him and if they accepted everyone else, loved them as their own family and rejected wealth, money, position, possessions and power by helping one another freely: even as He had, showing them the way to live their very short lives on earth for their eternal lives in Heaven. He taught them (and us) to respect, and love, all other human beings, to see their character and respect it, to see their honesty and respect it, even, while at the same time to realize that money itself, was meaningless, which he showed them many times: as He did one day, in Capernaum, when a tax collector approached Peter and asked for the Temple tax and Jesus told Peter in Matthew 17: 25: “What do you think, Simon? From whom do the kings of the earth collect duty and taxes—from their own sons or from others?”

From others,” Peter quickly answered.

Then the sons are exempt,” Jesus said to Peter. “But so that we may not cause offense, go to the lake and throw out your line. Take the first fish you catch; open its mouth and you will find a four-drachma coin. Take it and give it to them for my tax and yours.” Doing this the Lord showed Peter (and us) how to pay our taxes by making a living?

There’s an old saying: ‘The only difference between a cat and a lie is a cat only has nine lives.’ Lies, to this day appear, so many times, to rule the moment, the hour, and sometimes the day or even week, or month but, eventually that cannot stand the test of time: for the thief of whom you should be most wary if the one who steals your time. As Moses was quoted of saying, in the old testament, “For a thousand years in your sight, are like a day that has just gone by or like a watch ( 3 or 4 hours) in the night.

Many times is is folly to hasten, while, at other times, folly to delay. The wise do everything in its own time; for there is a time for everything and, now is the time for me to stop this writing. For God’s sake, I have to think and, I only got so much time left.

For those that can believe in flying saucers and life on Mars but not the fact that God Himself came to this earth, as the son, and was born, raised and preached as a poor man to everyone, showing no favor and preaching that all, rich and poor could get into the Promised Land, I say this: being ignorant is not so much a shame as being unwilling to learn. And, please, remember this: This world of reality has it boundaries, the world of imagination has no boundaries. You can meet the Holy Spirit there.

And may the peace, grace, mercy and love of the Lord be with us all, in this Christmas season, and forevermore.