For CeeCee and Michael Patrick

 

Ever so oft' I check in with Michael Santomauro's "Reporter's Notebook."  Get turned on to new stuff.

Exquisite details in this five hour documentary (writ and dirc by Massimo Mazzucco) posted on an Italian web site.  They busted it up in three waves of YouTube vids.  In the public domain for free, we know what that means.  Nothing about the documentary coddles anybody.  Computer-generated narration tells the tale.  Since the early-bird journalist is currently living in exile, that should tell you something too.

Some of the details in these vids are news to me.  But a rock-solid 50+ % of them have been deftly covered by Christopher Bollyn in his set of books and previously in his journalism at the American Free Press.  But that's okay.  This kicks ass.

The passenger jet pilots speak up here.  I'm just a crop-duster, so it's high science to me.  Imagine the average ground-pounding Joe.  Can the media bullshit people?  Safe to say so.  ("It's a frame.", air speed at sea-lev., photo-shopped vid. from pentagon, copy-cat war games during time of 9/11 attacks [but of course], Shanksville -- come on..., missing brass at the time of impact, where are the fighter jets and then some)

No wonder Verizon penalizes you for "watching too much YouTube."  No wonder the yids are frantic about shutting down the internet.  After I heard that doomed woman's voice in a whisper, under duress -- I knew the power of what they are trying to shut down.  The last few minutes brought me to my knees when terminally-ill First Responder David Miller, from the podium, exhorted, "Avenge us."

From their murder graves, the passengers who disappeared -- scream out for justice.  According to the last whispered cell phone words from stewardess CeeCee Lyles, "It's a frame."  

Couched in Italian, note how three disks are beautifully outlined in English text.  Broken down for easy reference by their topic segments with corresponding frame numbers.  Do you think the sons of Italy and Ireland mean business here?  Safe to say so.  Let this one be for Michael DeRusso too.

http://www.luogocomune.net/site/modules/sections/index.php?op=viewarticle&artid=167
 

Donations to a Worthy Cause

 

Gentlemen:

 

I have read your web sites with great interest.  Over the years we have collected items of value that have grown out of use.  We put them away in storage with the hope of donating them to useful causes in the future.  We have held on to things for this purpose, particularly, because we have grown disillusioned with venues that claim to benefit the poor.  In some cases, we have learned that our donated items ended up "for sale" to the very people that we wanted to give them for free.  Or that they get liquidated at auctions and line the pockets of guess who.  To use an English phrase, "Queen Victoria is not amused."  In keeping with the virtues extolled by Our Lord, we seek to benefit those in need.  Not those in greed (insert winky face).

This sentiment comes from our worldly travels and may not apply to your community.  However, experience is a cruel teacher and we bear the scars of Moby Dick.  Hence, our policy for the future is a studied one.

According to your web sites (all of which we have read and retain), a local man froze to death in his car during an ice storm in 1999.  He had no place to live or go for warmth.  Your four county region suffers a burgeoning plague of homeless destitutes.  

To this we must add that your school "systems" are turning out people who can barely read a road sign.  Crime and corruption are rampant in your streets.  Women are raped, murdered and discarded on the sides of your roads.  Your "crime fighting" files are full of cold cases to which most have turned a blind eye.  "To hell in a hand basket" is a mild way to put it.  We give thanks that our forebears are not here to see what has become of their beloved home lands.

Growing up here, such things were unheard of.  Even during the "great depression" of the 30's, our area was known for its humanitarian largesse.  My family farm fed many a foot-weary traveler during those times.  The abundance of these river basins filled our silos.  Our fruit cellars were full of canned orchards and summer gardens.  My family knew no hunger during those times and was little affected by a fabricated financial dark age that starved millions.  Our farm was self-sustaining.  Feeding not just our family and animals, but many others in need.  This spirit of "love thy neighbor as thyself" has largely disappeared.  If this were not so, that man would never have perished from the cold in our town.

In the spirit of my great Christian family, I seek a virtuous venue for the fruits of our labors.  Be they the bounty of our summer gardens or the wealth of our coffers.  It breaks our hearts to learn how this area has degenerated in 50 years:  into sleaze-bag decadence, jaded city-rat selfishness and corporate greed.

Please share this text with those who can read.  And God help us.