“The town of Blue River even commissioned a totem pole for their new library.”
Tribal Blue – River Revelations
Posted on April 26, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press
Where Art Thou
by
John Presco
I approve of the Totem in front of the new Blue River Library where I had an epiphany and asked
“If Jesus said John the Baptist was the “greatest prophet born of woman” where is his prophecy so we can read it, and judge for ourselves?”
I have claimed Blue River as my spritual base. Jim Dundon married Vicki Presco and built a geodesic done on John Allensworths property. John owned the Log Cabin Inn.
This astounding article demonstrates what the battle over Cultural Appropriation can do to the harmony of human beings. Ed Ray and his Gang of Historian, tore down the Benton Family Totem, and ordered a new Totem be made. Drew Benton was neighbors of five Dundon relatives in Bullhead City, where she died – twice! There are two different times and places for Drew’s death. I have to reread the death certificate and police report, where U read she pulled a breathing tube out, and was found WALKING AROUND the hospital parking lot, The problem with that, Mr. Benton had a severely broken pelvis. Where was thst pelvis broken? Did she jump off the hospital?
I was the only relative of Ms, Benton who called the Bullhead Police and mortuary. I paid for the cremation of Drew – all by myself! Shamus Dundon, hid from the police, and was tracked down. Drew did not tell her lover ad friends her parents were famous artists, There are two books and a movie script starring…………THE BENTONS! Drew claimed she was being STALKED and was on a “Kill List? I intend to spread her ashes in Blue River. This is – MY SACRED GROUND. I declared myself a Nazarite int the river that runs thru it. Why not male a Totem to The Nazarites?
Samson. Samuel, John – and Jesus?
The totem poles were just part of the larger program at NATIVES. Drumming, dancing, and history lessons were also provided for students, as well as a communal dinner. But the pole projects and installations drew much community attention and support. The town of Blue River even commissioned a totem pole for their new library.
“And those poles have very specific cultural significance,” said Sabzalian, an assistant professor of Indigenous Studies for the UO’s College of Education. “They often represent kinship systems, clans, and relationships or stories or histories from a particular family. And that’s not what was expressed in these poles.”
Both women say they’ve faced pushback or indifference over the totem pole issue, but have pushed on. Nine more tribal members — including several elders — have signed onto their letters.
Over the last decade, several hundred Native American students and their families helped design, carve, and paint a series of totem poles for the Eugene 4J School District’s NATIVES program. Five were installed outside Eugene schools, often with the burning of sage and traditional drumming.
Backers say the poles celebrate and empower Native students in the school district. But others in recent years have called them inappropriate, inaccurate, and harmful.
Now, those same poles will be removed.
1849: The Benton Statue – East and West
There stands a neoclassical bronze statue of Thomas Hart Benton, complete with toga and sandals, in Lafayette Park. I recently put the compass of my iPhone in a line from the Benton statue’s nose. West 270 degrees bang on. There’s a reason for this.
The busy early years
Thomas Hart Benton (1782 – 1858), today is often confused with his famous artist grand-nephew of the same name. In his day, however, he truly was a larger-than-life character. Teddy Roosevelt emulated Benton, and wrote a long biography in 1887. In fact, Benton is singular in having two eventual presidents write admiring essays – the other being John F. Kennedy in Profiles In Courage.
Originally from North Carolina, Benton passed the bar in Tennessee and served a term as state senator there. He made his way to Missouri as a young and ambitious lawyer at the very time statehood for Missouri was imminent. He practiced law and edited the Missouri Enquirer in St Louis, then served as an aide to Andrew Jackson during the war of 1812. Benton developed a lifelong antipathy toward Great Britain, and a single-minded affinity for U.S. dominion over the American West.
A loyal Jacksonian Democrat, he also shared Old Hickory’s irascibility. Roosevelt wrote that Benton displayed an “aggressive patriotism” and “immense capacity for work,” but was “unfortunately deficient in the sense of humor.” For instance, during a trial in St Louis, he and opposition lawyer Charles Lucas accused each other of lying. They settled the issue twice by duel on Bloody Island, the second occasion proving fatal to Lucas. Jackson himself was not immune to Benton’s wrath, having been shot in the shoulder during a melee with Benton and his brother in 1813.
The young Benton, with his prodigious memory and appetite for literature, published the influential St. Louis Observer newspaper. There, he developed strong editorial opinions regarding the importance of the western United States and Missouri’s role in settling it. His popularity grew, and when, in 1821, Missouri became the 24th state in the Union, Benton went with David Barton as its first two Senators.
A lifetime in the Senate
Thomas Hart Benton was dedicated to a conviction that U.S possession of lands west to the Pacific Ocean was destiny. He made himself the prime mover toward this objective. An extreme bibliophile, and also a renowned, if erudite windbag, he quoted freely from Greek and Roman texts in the course of everyday conversation. Benton proved himself capable of holding down a twelve hour filibuster during his thirty years in the U.S. Senate. From his Capitol soapbox he continually argued for American expansion west. He believed that no great empire had ever risen without direct access to trade with the Orient. He also feared that the British were scheming to establish positions from Puget Sound and San Francisco Bay to secure those Asian trade routes first.
Benton’s daughter Jessie married an army explorer, John C. Fremont, who Benton secured government funding for. In three successive expeditions, Fremont staked western claims for the US, and opened Oregon and California to migration from the east.
“Old Bullion”, as Benton became known, was also a devout proponent of hard money; a dollar’s worth of gold backing each dollar note issued by the treasury. He felt soft paper money enabled eastern interests to speculate on western lands. He wanted that land purchased directly by those intending to live there. Benton became, like Jackson, a vocal advocate for clearing the path to expansion by dispossessing and displacing native Americans.
Slavery costs the Senator
The overriding issue, however, by the 1850’s was slavery. Benton, a slave owner himself, grew to oppose its expansion into the new West. He believed the political fight around slavery inhibited the pace of westward national migration. Benton publicly declared himself against all slavery in 1849, pitting himself against both his party and the prevailing sentiment in his state. His opposition to slavery was so nettling to some that Henry Foote, a fellow senator from Mississippi, attempted to shoot Benton during a Senate session in 1850.
His adversarial position on this issue cost him a senatorial sixth term in 1851. He tried, with little success, for the rest of his life to recapture his political power, He died of cancer in 1858, and was lionized in death. Biographer Eugene Violette wrote in 1916: “Notwithstanding his faults and shortcomings, Benton has been considered, from his day to this, as Missouri’s greatest citizen.”
His funeral and burial in St. Louis was a three day event, attended by thousands. After a long wake at Mercantile Library at Locust and Broadway, and a two hour sermon, the funeral party made a five block procession to a train taking Benton to Bellefontaine Cemetery.
Birth of a monument
In 1864, a commission was awarded to Harriet Hosmer for the purpose of creating a fitting monument to Benton.. As a result, the State of Missouri allotted $2,500 for this purpose, and Wayman Crow led the raising of $33,500 more by public subscription. The resulting 10’ tall bronze was installed in Lafayette Park in 1868, a decade after Benton’s death. A crowd of forty thousand turned out for the dedication of what became the first public monument west of the Mississippi. Thirty cannon shots marked the years of Benton’s service in the Senate.
“ There is the East, there is India.”Thomas Hart Benton
This concise quote at the statue’s base references a speech extolling the virtues of a transcontinental rail system. Benton delivered it at the Old Courthouse in St. Louis, October 16, 1849, to the National Railroad Convention. It’s a tidy summary for the career of a man Roosevelt described as “fond of windy orations” to the point that he “fairly foamed at the mouth.” By turning away from England and the US East Coast, Benton looked far west, the better to exploit the treasures of the Far East.
Or, you could say the quote simply observes that the Earth is round. The very voice of westward expansion, Senator Benton himself never travelled west of St. Joseph, Missouri.
Five Blue River Riders
Posted on June 13, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press
Always Surrender to Love
For three days my good friend, Michael Dundon, and I have been having a most profound Biblical conversation, that began with experiences of Forgiveness. Michael’ brother, James Dundon, was married to my sister, Vicki Presco. They had a son, Shamus, who is in a great crisis because his mother in in assisted living and does not recognize her son, at times. Shamus is also taking care of Drew Benton who has emotional problems that have disabled her. Then, my niece Shannon showed up. She too suffers from mental illness. Shannon wants me to ride on my white horse – to Bullhead City – and perform a healing! What kind of healing she did not say. But, there is a intolerable state of family affairs going down! Oh sure, we Presco say this all time. But, it may be curtains for us. This may be our last rodeo.
After we agreed it was safe to have deep conversations again, I said something that Michael said he was going to record in his Daily Meditation book.
“When I was a boy, I wanted to be the best soldier possible. I was an expert Army Player. I had my platoon ‘The Cheetahs’. Then I wanted to be an architect, and then an artist. I believe I will die a Good General, because………I will always surrender to love!”
I will now inform Michael of the source of this – message!
A week ago my first flame and I talked about her mother bidding me to go to church and to three Billy Graham meetings. I said it was very wrong for a mother to force another mother’s child to go to a church that is contrary to that child’s religious upbringing. I was raised a Catholic. Because of the video I made about disassication, I decided to surrender to the love I will have for M – the rest of my life! If I had it to do all over again, I would have gone down on the field in the Los Angeles Coliseum, fallen to my knees, and as Graham’s ushers put their hands on me, and invoked the name of Jesus, I would move my lips, and speak from my heart……
“I surrender to Marilyn. I surrender to our mutual love! I surrender to – Love!”
If I had done this, then her mother would not have forbid me to see – whom I love- and not have threatened to have me arrested – if I tried. Who knows. We might have gotten married, and had grandchildren.
Two days after my Surrender, Marilyn calls me and tells me Kathy Wilson called her up because she is looking for more Choir singers to be down on the playing field at Autzen stadium and sing along with Garth Brooks!
“I want to be there! Can you get me there. I want to stand next to you!”
“But, you can’t sing!”
“This is true. But, I will mouth the words. I will sing from my heart!”
“You have to go to two rehearsals. There will be 800 hundred singers there!”
“Are you kidding me! I was just posting on Billy Graham’s choir we heard, that was five thousand strong! I need to be there! This will be the end of a epic religious story!”
Bigger Than Ben Hur
In 1988-89 I am trying to become a Christian. I am attending Gary Johnson’s church in highway 126, two hundred yards from the McKenzie River store. Gary is leading the Bible study at Greg Mel’s house, located twenty yards from the vacant store in Blue River that Gino bought. Michael, his wife, and three children, live three miles up the road. Vicki and Jim Dundon built a geodesic dome on John’s property, he the owner of the Log Cabin Inn.
Things are tense between Gary and I. Thirty-one years later, Michael and I talk (tensely) about what was going down. Yesterday Michael agreed. I did have a profound religious experience in the little trailer I lived in on the property he rented. Michaël agreed that God chose me to be His Messenger. I showed my friend and brother what God had shown me – in His Bible. Michael………..surrendered!
I told my kin that I did not arrive at the Truth all by myself. I was opposed, detoured, and defamed. Most of the Bible is about this – DETOUR! Sometime it can take a log time to get around obstacles, and, we often head down the wrong path. Our detours can last a lifetime or, two thousand years! The good news, is…The Historic Jesus has been found! His true mission has been recovered! It got lost! It has arrived!
Next to Gary’s beautiful church, is a wondrous grove of trees with log seats placed in a circle. Gary had mentioned it during a service saying we might hold services there. We walked into the center of God’s Church, and I was in the light!
“Gary! My friend sings in a Gospel choir. I can get this choir – here!”
I looked at Gary expecting to see his face – beaming – but he was wearing a dark frown.
“No! That won’t work. We can’t have that Gospel choir sing here!”
All of a sudden, I owned Gary’s vision. He is beholding fifty black people singing and clapping away in his Sacred Grove. Skin color really mattered! Why? Are you suggesting black folks and redwoods don’t mix? How about cowboys and loggers? All of the above?
I must write a book…………’The Best Unasked Questions In The World’. Marilyn’s choir only had one black person in it. Today, most of them look like the perfectly white church ladies. My question hit Gary like a bolt of lightning on a cloudless day. His hair was standing on end, and he was – smoken! The Lord had sent him a worthy enemy! He could never restore the Serene Scene, that he was reluctant to share with his white parishioners, because, we all missed the mark. None of us were worthy. Only a few were worthy enough to be in Gary’s garage.
If God had a garage, it would be liken to our minister’s other sanctuary. There was a place for everything, and everything was in its place. He made it moron-proof by outlining the tools on the tool board with a black felt pin. Pumps, jacks, compressors, chain saws all had their proper place to be. If you borrowed a tool, Gary made it clear he expected to see it back in their slot. He greeted you with a big grin. He had bright teeth. Gary was proud he had perfect teeth. He was raised right. He could tell, I wasn’t. He zeroed in on that. In those days, Gary never locked his garage doors. No one locked their doors.
I just searched for the name of the rack on the back of the church pew to see if it had a special name. Slot is all found. The Bible was the only tool Gary needed in his slot, his tool belt. He knew – the Bible! Gary went to Bible college.
Then one Sunday morning, Gary went off the rails and we found ourselves on a street car in Sin City. Our Man of God shared with us his desire for a nuclear war with Russia, in hope the Soviet air force would nuke San Francisco – and kill all the gay folks! Whoa – Nelly! It was a beautiful June day. I looked around at my fellow church goers. Not one of them flinched, or wore a confounded or surprised look. They heard Gary’s Wish List before. I took a peek at the Sacred Grove, and realized this is Ground Zero for the coming Battle of Armageddon. God save Gary’s Scared Grove! This was the only pure place on earth – worth saving! We were now in Gary’s Vortex of Divine Protection, where no nuclear warhead could do us harm. Gary was a Cold War Baby.
I discovered that people owned pews, even rented them. There was an alternative underground lifestyle going on in Blue River. The Last of the Hippies made their way here. Gary had to cater to it. This is why he get’s a medal. I just saw a news report on Oregon growers. Pot is legal here. I see pot pews coming to our places of worship. They will be owned by the big growers, and highly decorated!
“Come on in, and chill-out to the word of God!”
Yesterday, I considered the truth that Michael and I should have tried an intervention. Would it take place in his home, or, in Gary’s sacred garage. I surmised he had a pistol in its special place in the garage. But, he would not need a weapon. Gary was six four. He had huge hands. He would have had me and my kinfolk – by our necks – banging our heads together until they were mushy stumps!
I have to say, Gary John was a sober, chemically free Man of God. However, everybody knew it, that the minister was the craziest man on the river. And there were some crazy people up there. The sheriff never responded to anyone’s call. We were on our own. It was this truth that inspired me to record our story. Why in God’s name would five men in a small town (you can drive thru in two minutes) be taking on such huge Biblical riddles? Why us?
When I got sober in 1987 I read kids from the evangelical church were beating up the kids from Gary’s Christian church. Gary did not preach the Rapture, because it was a new fangled belief that he was not taught at Bible College. I found only one mention of Gary on google, and it was a piece on the marriage service he performed. A Kathy Wilson was the bride’s maid. He deserves more then this. He was my first and last Minister before I declared myself a Nazarite, and then, submerged myself in the McKenzie River, fifteen miles above Blue River.
I just heard from Dianne Dundon, that Gary did not lose his church. He had it till he died of a heart attack. The person who told me this, led the break-away church. Gary married Dianne and her second husband. I hope I am not demonizing this good man. We had a major conflict that led me to look for answers to questions that jumped out at me from the pages! At Bible study, I asked about the secret in Mark 4. Gary said this to me;
“You went over and over this passage just to trip me up!”
Gary would meet with the good ol boys at the Whitewater Café for breakfast. These men owned old family logging operations. It is allege they had Confederate roots. They did not take to minorities. They chose Gary’s church. They did not want to hear Negro Spirituals coming out of the woods as they drove down 126 in their pickups!
There is this idea going round that Yeehaw Rednecks are keepers of the Lord’s Truth. Small town folks are receiving the – right stuff. Garth Brooks brings sacred messages to these chosen one, via his music and lyrics. We were country. I recall us piling into an old station wagon to go to the food store. we agreed to be quick about it, so we can get the hell out of Springfield. We shopped at a surplus can food place with a giant rainbow on it. We couldn’t stand the bad vibes. There was a healing energy pouring down from the mountain around Blue River. We would peer into these ancient forests and see bears, cougars, and eagles. There was an old gold mine up there. We loved the feelings of being impermanent. There a power greater then ourselves – especially when the stars came out. You could feel the energy of the Milky Way. It rustled you hair a bit, and fortified your soul.
Two of the riders are no longer on this earth. I found forgiveness with Gary. There was trouble in Paradise. That’s how the Good Book begins. After exchanging some pleasant morning lines with Michael. I called him out. I said it took guts for Moses to say he had conversations with God – who showed him His backside! If we aren’t preparing ourselves to meet God – while we are alive – why read The Book! Let’s get on that horse, that only one man managed to ride? After saying this, I realized that this was the horse the Five had mounted. We were – off to see God on the Emerald Highway! This was no cakewalk.
I met Kathy Wilson in Gary’s church. I visited he at her home in Blue River.
Good Intensions Count
An hour ago I got a Big Blue thumb up from Michael when I messaged his this……
“I keep having a vision of us. The Five Horseman of Blue River, riding into the sunset. Gary, Michael, Greg Mel, Me, and Gino. Our best intentions all count. O.K. I will call you!”
Three men out of the five, suffered severely with the disease of alcoholism. Two did not. The two who did not, were deeply concerned about my brothers in AA. Would we make it? Would our sobriety, take? Would we find a Higher Power, and would that power keep us from losing – everything! EVERYTHING! We love our families, who wonder if we will remain alive for very long. This is a tough consideration. This is the road we found ourselves on. Highway 126 above Walterville, is one of the most beautiful roads in the world! I got sober in Paradise.
I just remembered Gary was at my graduation from Serenity Lane. My childhood friend, Nancy Hamren was there. They both spoke well of me. Something went wrong for me, and my sobriety. I should never have gone south, to see my family. It is a miracle I remained sober. I was not happy, and began to isolate. I read my Bible all day, for months. I was enthralled with King David capturing Goliath’s sword. I was there, with Saul on a hill, under a great tree with the Ark of the Covenant. It was like reading Tolkien.
What I discovered about Jesus’s main mission, is he ministered to people born with a disease. At the New Hope program at Serenity Lane, a special speaker lectured us on the disease factor. I looked at the twenty men, and one woman, as they took this message in. We were huddled against the ill wind, that blew hard in our faces, a cruel wind that forever blew us off course. We were a desperate crew of losers, preparing our rusty Clipper to go round the Horn. I have prayed for a……better way!
I see The Five riding into Blue River – to gospel music. We need heroes. We need Generals, who will forever surrender – to Love! This is it! It is -time!
John Presco
Copyright 2019
However, later in the same chapter, Moses requests to see God’s glory, and God replies, “I will cause all my goodness to pass in front of you, and I will proclaim my name, the Lord, in your presence. . . . But . . . you cannot see my face, for no one may see me and live” (Exodus 33:19–20). To protect Moses, God put him “in a cleft in the rock” and covered him with His hand as He passed by (verse 22). “Then,” God promised, “I will remove my hand and you will see my back; but my face must not be seen” (verse 23).
[Verse 1]
From the hills to Kaycee, Wyoming
Where life’s wooly and wild
Came an Air Force brat
In a cowboy hat
And that Copenhagen smile
And from bucking broncs
To honky tonks
He always sang a cowboy’s song
We were much too young
Having too much fun
As we all sang along
[Chorus]
(And we sang) Life’s a highway
There’s only one way
You’re gonna get through it
When she starts to twist
Be more like Chris
Pull your hat down tight
And just LeDoux it
When that whistle blows
And that crowd explodes
And them pickup men are at your side
They tell you good ride cowboy, good ride
[Verse 2]
From gold buckles to gold records
Well, once again he was spinning ’round
Took the whole world on
And he turned us on
To that Western Underground
And from “Bareback Jack”
To “This Cowboy’s Hat”
The songs were stronger than his pain
He would not slow down
From town to town
Like children running through the rain
[Chorus]
(And we sang) Life’s a highway
There’s only one way
You’re gonna get through it
When she starts to twist
Be more like Chris
Pull your hat down tight
And just LeDoux it
When that whistle blows
And that crowd explodes
And them pickup men are at your side
They tell you good ride cowboy, good ride
(And we sang) Life’s a highway
There’s only one way
You’re gonna get through it
When she starts to twist
Be more like Chris
Pull your hat down tight
And just LeDoux it
When that whistle blows
And that crowd explodes
And them pickup men are at your side
They tell you good ride cowboy, good ride
[Outro]
I bet he crossed that river Jordan
With St. Peter on the other side
Singing good ride cowboy, good ride
Good ride cowboy, good ride
Benton In The National Statuary Hall
Posted on June 12, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press
My kindred, Thomas Hart Benton, is in Hall of Statuary located in the United States Capitol! What an honor! Benton is not alone. There are many prominent white men being honored, who were chosen by other white men to stand out for their achevements. No native tribe in Oregon was chosen to vote on ‘The Winners’. Black folks were not chosen to be on the naming committee. Were any Satanists consulted? Perhaps this ART and ARCHITECTURE inspired Benton to believe white Americans should go West and rule all of America, and even go to China that is famous for the their building skills
What Ed Ray and his History Hexmen contend, is that white men came to America in order to look down on the indigenous peoples, and feel that much prouder! Making beautiful works of art, and building beautiful buildings – was not enough! So whitey brought some Africans so they could look down on them – and really feel superior! Has any modern black man or woman asked why there is a Roman façade on our government buildings? Plantations had this façade.
Above is a painting done by the artist, Thomas Hart Benton, the grandnephew of the Senator. Black anarchist want this image painting over because they claim it honors the KKK. Note the black child in the hospital being healed by white people. Benton is honoring the improvement Missouri has made on how they treat blacks. In the capitol mural, Benton depicts white men lynching a black man. Several Missouri politicians wanted the whole mural painted over. To render the KKK going out of the mural, out of the picture into the darkness they sprang from -with their backs to the viewer, says;
“Every dog has their day!”
Above are two images of Satanists unveiling a statue in front of the Missouri capitol where Benton served five terms. Below is a video of ISIS smashing statues. Also, why is the FOREIGNER, Kukucin, being honored with a statue? Is he someone’s relative, perhaps a prized donor? How many members of Ed Ray’s Renaming Cult have had a art lesson. How many could tell you where the National Capitol is located? How many would not understand the question?
I founded my newspaper in order to protect the arts. I am trying not to call the ISIS haters of art ‘Ignorant Savages’. How about this name for haters of art…………..
HARTERS
What do you call a person of color who hates everything about the white man?
A RACIST
Here is the fake artist, Kenhinde Wylie, defiling works of art rendered by whites. He is a
RACIST HARTER
How can you STOP the stupidly? Going to Ed Ray’s college, won’t do it! The people in the photo below lack a sense of humor. I suggest a new Art Product, called………
EMERGENCY TRUMP SHIELDS
Whenever an offensive image of President Trump appears on your T.V. screen, reach for a box of Blackout Silhouettes, and place them over the obscenity. We got Trump playing golf, Trump hugging Putin, and, Trump with a woman he wants to grab – you know where!
John Presco
President Summons Foreign Attack On Democrats
Posted on June 13, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press
When President Barak Obama won a second term in office, I registered as a Republican because I feared this day would come. President Trump has summoned forces hostile to both parties in order to attack the Democrats, take away their power, and turn it over to him. We have a Dictator in America who will commit Disloyal Acts in order to make sure he wins and rules the United States as a despot – who believes he is above all laws!
We the People of the United States have to take a fearless moral inventory. We have to see who we are through the eyes of our enemies, and look at the moral reason why we invaded other nations in order to get rid of a hostile leader – who opposed who we are! Would we invade our own nation?
George Bush said we invaded Iraq in order to “bring God’s gift of liberty to the Iraqi people.” Then there was Noriega. Why did we invade Vietnam and put despots in power?
Where is the President getting the idea that he, and all Republicans, are at war with the Democratic Party? I suspect evangelical leaders are aiming THE PRESIDENT at declared religious enemies. Why aren’t these religious leaders condemning Trump’s embrace of the dictator of North Korea and Russia – as they did in the past? The Republicans are silent because they FEAR THE EVANGELICAL VOTER!
Many evangelicals have embraced Putin, and all but called for a Holy War against the Democrats. What we are looking at is Treason by evangelicals who want to get rid of our Secular Democracy, and replace it with Church Rule. The Dominionists are thirsting for more power, and our President is empowering them! Or, so it appeared. But, Trump’s display – shatters the façade they hide behind! Our President – is lawless – and proud of it!
For the President to say the FBI Director he appointed is wrong about asking for, and excepting help from our enemies – in getting dirt on ANY Democrat – points to the idea there are a set of rules and laws waiting in the wings – to take over our Democracy. There has to be a reason why Trump believes he is not the Prime Upholder of our Laws!
Our President had a mural painted on his ceiling depicting Apollo crossing the heavens on his chariot. I suspect Donald Trump believes he is a god. I summon the great statues of our Nation’s bravest men, to come alive and cast out this evil man and his supporters! I demand evangelicals call for a news conference – and disavow all support for this – living god! Where does Democracy stand on their ‘Love List’?
Trumps narcissism reminds me of Caligula, who degraded the Roman Senate and tried to put his naked statue in the Holy of Holies in Jerusalem. This outage began a revolt by Holy Men, that led to the coming of Jesus! I have been given profound insights into his true teaching that will soon be my first book.
John Presco
“Once, at some games at which he was presiding, he was said to have ordered his guards to throw an entire section of the audience into the arena during the intermission to be eaten by the wild beasts because there were no prisoners to be used and he was bored.[109]
The cause of tensions in the east was complicated, involving the spread of Greek culture, Roman Law and the rights of Jews in the empire.
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