Health and Longevity

"Skid" The Story of my Uncle Glen WWII Vet

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Skid

The story of my Uncle Glen

A Biographical Novel

John Charles Harman

Prelude

Wednesday, 12-21-2011

LastThursday around 9AM I was golfing and my phone rang. Usually when I golf I turn my phone off butthat day I had left on. It was in mygolf bag but since I was in-between shots I went ahead and answered it. The call was from my Uncle Glen who told mehe was calling from Palm Desert, Ca. which is a long way from Florida where myUncle Glen lived! He told me his caretaker had driven him out from Florida andwanted to know if I could pick him up. He has COPD and unknown to me he haddecided to his caretaker, Hazel, drive him to California to see his onlybrother, my Father, Wayne Harman. Glen and I talked a bit on the phone and Itold him they were only a few hours from Santa Monica. He said when hiscaretaker/driver woke up they would go ahead and finish the drive out to SantaMonica. I couldn’t go see him thatevening when he arrived because I am under a criminal restraining order and notallowed to go to my Father’s house. That story is another story altogether,but, I can summarize it in a few sentences so at least whoever reads Uncle’sGlen story is aware that I am actually a pretty nice person. LOL!

Last AprilI got in an argument with my Father’s business partner and gave him a good hard“bitch slap”, not too hard of a punch but enough that he cried for his Mommyand convinced my Father that if my Father wanted him to build his condo projectthat I would have to have a restraining order against me. My Father coalescedand so that is where I stand in that regard. My Father is pretty much in the same condition as his brother Glen, withCOPD; the only difference is that my Father has a slightly bigger ego and a bitmore money. I love them both. Not just because they are relatives but becausethey are interesting people that both went through the Great Depression. Thetwo brothers took different paths and weren’t always on the best of terms witheach other but that is not uncommon with brothers.

Last Saturdaymy Uncle Glen called me again in the morning and wanted to know if I knew abookie because he wanted to place a bet on the Michigan State Bowl Game. Healso asked if I could take him to the Hollywood Park casino to play poker. Itold him I don’t gamble and I don’t know any bookies. I had to take my daughter to a soccertournament in Torrance and that I could take him to the Casino later thatday. He found some friends of myFather’s to take him to the Casino so I ended up not having to do that.

Today I methim at a restaurant for breakfast with his caretaker, Hazel. Glen is in hospice (meaning he has less thansix months to live) and on oxygen so he can’t talk in long sentences withoutgetting a bit tired out, but we had a nice conversation. He asked me if I would I record his lifestory and I agreed. Uncle Glen dozed off after about an hour and Hazel startedto cry. She told me she was a friend of Glen’s daughters and that she wastaking care of him as a favor to the family. She was under a lot of stress andI could tell when she told me she was taking him to the VA Hospital afterbreakfast that she was taking him there to be admitted. I didn’t like the idea knowing that my Fatheris very wealthy and could provide for the best care possible for his onlybrother in his 7 bedroom house but later I realized that maybe it would be thebest for Uncle Glen because he would be around other Veterans, get goodprofessional care, and I could go visit him to record his life story. Like JohnLennon wrote, “Money can’t buy you love” and what a dying man needs isattention and love.

Tomorrowmorning I go to the VA to listen to Uncle Glen’s story. I really don’t know toomuch about his life story but I have some fond memories. The clearest and mostwonderful by far is when my Father, my Son, Eric, Uncle Glen and I visited hisdaughter Candace in Nome, Alaska. It was summer there and we spent about sixdays in what had to be the warmest six days in Nome history. The sun stayed up for almost 22 hours and thedays just went on and on. We went Salmonfishing almost every day at some river and ate the salmon we caught that same evening.My son and I would play catch for hours because we brought our gloves and thenwander through the small city. It was a magical time and I loved every minuteof it. So tomorrow when I start recording and then writing Uncle Glen’s story Iam going to try and keep in mind those days in Nome, Alaska and even thoughthere may be dark stories or stories that reflect different views than my ownabout life I will try to share them in a manner that shows the mysticism ofboth life and death.

Skid isGlen’s nickname given to him by his friends when he was young because when hestarted driving, he liked to drive fast and therefore did a lot of skiddingaround the corners and when stopping. He carried that nickname with him when hefought in WWII.

Chapter 1

Recorded on 12-22-11

I think Iam going to start when I went in the Army. Well actually I am going to startwhen I met Dorothy that was just before I went in the Army. Then we can on tomy war record because that was about the time I met her. I was at a dance atLesley High School in Lesley (Outside of Lesley, Michigan is where he grew up).Just about every Friday night they used to have a high School dance. I workedin a shop when I was a senior in High School. I worked nights from 11pm to 7amthen would have to go off to school in the morning. Luckily I only had twocredits left to get through High School so I went to school from 10am untilnoon. So I went to this dance on Friday night that started about 7pm or so Iguess. I’m sitting there on the sidelines with two other fellows, JohnnyDaliraw and Hank Fog, when Johnny punched me in the shoulder and said, “Heylook over there, that’s a good looking woman there!” She was dancing withanother girl, two girls dancing there together. I knew the girl she was dancingwith, Helen Lewis. I didn’t know the other girls name that Helen was dancingwith but it would end up being the woman I married, Dorothy.

About thattime the basketball coach walked by us and I said, “Hey coach, who is that girldancing with Helen Lewis?” The coach never liked me and I never liked himeither, the fat bastard.

He repliesanyway with the usual smirk on his face, “She’s a new girl at school, her nameis Dorothy!”

I chirpedright up and said back to him, “Yeah, well she’s my girl”

He laughedat me and cackled back, “Hell, you don’t even dance!”

He hadriled me up and I said right back at him just as fast, “Yeah, I do!” I then jumped up off of the bench and wentright up to Helen Lewis and tapped her on the shoulder to take my turn dancingwith the new girl. Hell, I never had danced in my life! We danced for bit andsmiled at each other. I think we sort of knew right then and there that therewas some kind of connection. I don’t remember the dancing but I remembered hersmile and her eyes. After a bit, I got up the courage and asked her if shewanted to go out to a show tomorrow night. I told her I would have to go earlybecause I had to go to work at 11pm.

“Yes, Iwould go to the show with you!” She replied.

I said,“Good, I can pick you up at 5pm! We can go have a malt and hamburger and thengo to the show!” Back in those days that is about all we would do for a date.

“Soundsgood”, she said again. She told me whereshe lived and then went back to talk with the girls she was with at the dance.

I picked herup and we went on our first date. We hit if off right away. We necked (kissed)a little after the movie when I dropped her off at her home but I had to hurryup and get to work at 11pm. I was little late that day but the boss didn’t yellat me too much.

After that we were going togetherand we went together for quite some time. After a few months when the schoolyear ended I joined the Navy but got discharged because when I went to gunneryschool I had a bad eye, meaning I didn’t pass the shooting test. I didn’treally want to be discharged because I really wanted to be in the Navy. I waspretty unhappy about it but there was not much I could do so I went back hometo Lesley. Dorothy was happy I was back, but it was wartime and life was prettyhard for everyone. After about 5 months from my discharge with the Navy, inJuly, I got notice from the Army so I thought well maybe I can get in the Armyeven though I really wanted to be in the Navy. Hell, back then with the wargoing on if your body was warm they took you in the Army.

They drafted me at Fort Custer andI went off to Jackson, Michigan. FortCuster was big and they had over 90,000 men there. It was a big induction center in those days.My Uncle Ora lived there in Jackson. Hewas my Dads older brother. Somehow he got me a pass to go off base. Dorothy andMother had come over to his place so they could see me one last time before Igot shipped out. He took us out to a nice dinner but I could tell Dorothy and myMother were fairly emotional knowing that might be the last time they would seeme because there were a lot of men dying in the war. The next day I went backto the base and they put me on a train, everyone waved goodbye, holdinghandkerchiefs and crying. They sent us off to Camp Adair in Corvallis, Oregon.

The train would stop about everyday or so and they would get us off the train to walk around and stretch out abit. We slept on the floor like a bunch of cattle in a cattle car. The chow wasterrible and half of the men were sick and throwing up, probably out of thefear of going off to the war and because of the stale food. When we finally arrived at Camp Adair that iswhere I went into the infantry.

I was in the 70^thInfantry training at Camp Adair. We there in Oregon sleeping on the ground andjust about everyone got a bad case of poison oak. Oh God, the itching, I hadthat shit all over me! Well I called Dorothy about every night and tried not tocomplain too much just told her how much I loved her and missed her. Sometimes theconnection wasn’t the greatest and I had to wait in line to call but it madethe training bearable knowing I had someone back home that loved me. After a few weeks she said one night, “If youwould send me the money I would come out there!”

I said, “By God, how much money doyou need?”

“$39.00”, she said.

That is how much it was for thetrain ticket back then. I sent her the money and she got on the train andheaded out to Corvallis, Oregon. I couldn’t believe she was coming but I was apretty happy recruit then!

She was there a pretty long timebefore I got a chance to go see her. Come April I got a furlough. The officershad a pass and could go off base but I wasn’t an officer. Dorothy was in town and I was stuck in theCamp. Sometimes they would let enlisted men like me go off base if they weremarried, but I wasn’t married. So one evening I see a couple of the enlistedmen sneaking out under a hole in the big barbed wire fence. I thought tomyself, “You bastards, but I knew one of them pretty well. One of them was aSargent and the other was named Perry. Perry was from Bridgeport, Connecticut. Perry’s wife was out there buthe was just a peon like me and couldn’t get a pass. So the next day I jumped theirasses and confronted them. “I saw you bastards go under the fence. You two are screwingwith the wrong guy either I go with you or I squeal on the two of you!” So theydecided they had better take me with them.

That sameevening they took roll call but the guy taking roll call was the Sargent that wassneaking out. He calls roll and says that everyone is accounted for. Then hecomes over to me and tells me I had better meet him alongside the barracks at6PM sharp.

We all knew if we got caught they would send us off toLeavenworth but it was worth the risk to be able to go into town and see ourwomen! So I kind of fixed my cot stuffing some cloths and stuff under theblanket so it looks like someone is sleeping in there and along come 6PM Isneak out and meet them alongside the barrack. We ran over to the place in the fence where they had pulled up thebottom of it and snuck out. A few minutes later the bus is puffing down thestreet and starts to slow down where we are at that hole in the fence. We alljump out in front of the bus and wave it down but the driver knew there wouldbe guys there anyway, I am sure. It stops and takes us into town. I had calledDorothy earlier and told her I was coming.

Dorothy hada small room in a house at the edge of town. We went up these long stairs on the outside of the house and entered theroom. It had one small window with a cloth curtain. There were about five rooms upstairs and wehad a bed and that was all there was in the room. She had a job in town in adrugstore and when I got there she had just got off of work. I would sneak offbase after that whenever I could and spend time with Dorothy. We would go down to the drugstore where sheworked and they had a little counter where we would sit and drink cherry cokeand have a piece of cherry pie; the best tasting cherry pie I ever ate! Then wewould go over to the University of Oregon which was near there and sit and kissuntil 10 or 11pm. Then we would go back to her little room and I would have toget up around 4AM. I would have to run back down to where the bus came by andall the other guys that had snuck out would be on the bus and we would headback to Camp Adair. When we got back to camp the bus would stop at that hole inthe fence and we would all sneak under the fence and high tale it back to ourrespective barracks. Since the Sargent was our buddy he covered for us and evenif we were a bit late he would look at that sack or pile of cloths under thecovers and we would be all accounted for. So now I was part of our little gangthat could sneak off the base into town. I snuck out about every night that Igot a chance and would go spend my time with Dorothy.

Once a weekwe did the 30 mile marches and those took all day. It was pretty grueling andeven though I was exhausted at the end of them I often snuck out to go seeDorothy because I knew it wasn’t going to be long before we would be shippedoff to the war. The training started to get more intense and we spent a lot oftime at the rifle range. I was pretty good at the rifle range. I never wasperfect but I think I shot 198 out of 200 on many occasions. My brother latertold me he had a lot of 200 out of 200 on many occasions and I believed himbecause he was pretty good at shooting. My brother, Wayne, was back at MichiganState part of the ROTC and went in the Army after I did. He was off in anotherpart of the Army and only told me those stories after the war. We were bothfarm kids and most farm kids were pretty darn good as riflemen. The city kidsmostly couldn’t shoot worth crap.

I wasgetting ready to be furloughed in February and now Dorothy was pregnant. So we decided we had better get married. We both wanted to go back east and see ourfamilies and I had heard that in Angola, Indiana (which was near where herfamily lived) that you could get married without a blood test. So we went aheadand got the train tickets to head back to Grand Junction, Indiana where herMother lived. The next day we went witha friend of their families, Jack Raymond and his girlfriend to Angola in theircar. We went to the courthouse but somehow we had the wrong papers with us andthey wouldn’t let us get married. A few days later I had to be back at CampAdair, so we said our goodbyes and I caught the train to cross the countryagain to Oregon.

Once backat Camp Adair I volunteered for Rangers, Para-troupers and Special Forces. Para-troupershad to be at least 5’-10” tall and I was an inch too short so they put me inthe Special Forces. The next thing you know I was on a train down to San LuisObispo, California for more training. Itwas kind of in the mountains there near a lake but I wasn’t there to longbecause they said we were going to camp Pendleton which is also in Californiabefore you get to San Diego. They told us we were going to be taking amphibioustraining.

We would goto San Clemente Island and invade that son-a-bitch at least two or three timesa week. I went in there on rubber rafts, boats, ships everything you imagine.Oh, it would get rough and I would get sea sick, it was miserable training butI kept with it. Then every single day I had swimming classes, everyday swimmingand more swimming. I was farm kid and never had learned to swim so they doggedme until I started to learn to swim. Finally after getting in enough swimmingclasses I was able to pass the test but they probably would have passed meanyway because there were other farm boys that swam worse than me that passedalso.

Dorothy hadmoved down to San Luis Obispo and had got a job when they shipped me there. Shedidn’t realize they would be shipping me all over the place. After myamphibious training they shipped me up the coast to Camp Beal in Marysville,California. Marysville and Yuba City were right next to each other and CampBeal was outside the town. So Dorothy decided to move up to Marysville and myMother who had come out to San Luis Obispo said she would move up in a week ortwo. They knew I was going to be sent off to the war fairly soon and that maybe their last chance to see me. Everyone in the country knew how many boys weredying in the war. I was there not more than a week when I started to hear buzzin the camp that we were going to be shipped out fairly soon. Dorothy waspregnant so we decided we had to get married that weekend. I would often get apass to go off base because the Company Captain loved me. He was about 50 yearsold and been in the Army most of his life. He had retired but when the warstarted they had called him back in. Captain May his name was. I went in andtalked with Bob Bell who was the Sargent at the office when I went in to seeCaptain May and I heard Captain May yell out from his office, “Send PrivateHarman in here right now” I could tell from the tone of his voice that itwasn’t going to be any good news. “Private Harman, we are in lock down” Ididn’t know what the hell “lock down” meant I just needed to get my pass to goget married that weekend. “PrivateHarman, we are headed out. I can’t issue anymore passes” I started pleading thebest I could; I was at a point of begging. I told him my girlfriend waspregnant and I had to get married. He stared at me and looked me up and down.It wasn’t normal to see a soldier plead or almost cry and in most circumstancesthat just meant you were weak willed. Ikept on and said everything I could to convince him I just had to get married.The next thing you know he yells out, “Bell, come on in here!” Captain May saidstraight out, “I am going to tell you and I am going to tell Private Harmanright now that I am giving him a pass to go into town to get married. Bell toldthe Captain that he would make sure I got back right after I got married. Captain May scowled at both of us and raisedhis voice yelling out, “Listen you two idiots, as soon as I get the call thatwe are shipping out you get his ass back here if he is married or not! It is myass on the line! Bell it’s a 25 minute drive and I want you to go get him whenI tell you to go get him married or not. Is that clear, Bell!” Bell cowered and nodded his head, thensaluted. Captain May said, “Ok, I am writing him a pass right now and if youdon’t get back here I am going to get in all kinds of hot water and they willcourt martial me so that means I will take you two idiots down with me!”

We both saluted and said, “Yes Sir”A few minutes later I had the pass in my hand and Bell was driving me to town.That was late Friday night.

Saturday morning Dorothy and I gotup ate breakfast and went off to get married. We took the bus to the courthouse in Marysville. We walked up thosebig steps and filled out all the paper work then walked up to the window. Thisgrumpy overworked clerk looked at us and said, “Sorry, we can’t issue you alicense.”

I said, “What?” I was steaming mad andtotally confused. I thought maybe I hadfilled out the forms wrong or something at first but then she explained that wehad to have our parental permission because I wasn’t 21 years old yet. Dorothywas old enough because she was 18 but that was just their rules then and therewasn’t anything I could do about it. My Mother was back in San Luis Obispostill and wasn’t coming up for a few days. Dorothy started crying and Iconsoled her but tried to think at the same time. We walked out the door and I said, "Comeon, come on, come on, we are going to get married today no matter what." Wehurried down those long steps and there was the bus right there in front thathad pulled up just as we reached the bottom of the steps. I asked the busdriver are you going to Yuba City and he said yes. I said let’s get moving then,I want to go to the court house in Yuba City.

The bus dropped us right at thesteps of the court house in Yuba City and by now it was about 11am. We went up to the office there and I said Iwant to get married. The clerk handed usthe papers and we filled out all the papers one more time, but this time I liedon the papers to show that I was 2 years older. The clerk looked at us and saidthat will be $2.00, so I paid him right away hoping he didn’t ask for anyidentification. We waited a few minutesand he went to the typewriter and issued our marriage license. I asked him,“Now where do we take this?” He told us to go right across the street and therewould be a little office, the Justice of Peace, and he will marry you. We goacross the street and there is this big fat guy smoking a bigger fat old blackstogie (cigar), the room is all filled up with cigar smoke. He looked me up anddown and then took a big puff off that cigar and said, “So, you want to getmarried soldier?”

I replied, “Yes Sir, I do” Hecalled out for I think some lady named Mable either his secretary or wife. She was fairly heavy also and came wobblingout of the back room so we could have a witness. He had an old Bible on hisdesk and made us repeat the wedding vows, then said, “Now I pronounce you manand wife. You can kiss the bride!” It was pretty fast. Dorothy and I were atlast married. She was a good woman andstuck by me throughout the war and later when I came back from the war. Weraised a family and that is the only wife I ever had. We went through a lot together raising ourchildren and trying to make a living especially after the war. She always stuck by me. I was drinker and just gave up drinking 20days ago before I came out here to see my brother. Dorothy always helped mehide my drinking from my children and never complained. I was good to her andwhen I started making good money I made sure I bought her all the things shewanted. I always got her the exact car that she wanted even if I didn’t thinkit was the best car.

It was afternoon by then so we wentout to dinner and had a little celebration, maybe a glass of wine or two. Whenwe got back to the room it was still fairly early and we heard music playing fromacross the street. I mean it was jiving, good music. We started to get into bed and Dorothy said,“That really sounds like good music, maybe we should go over there and see whatis going on? I would like to go over and listen to that”

I said “Ok, what the heck let’s gosee what is going on”. We got dressed again and headed out across the street.When we crossed the street we saw that the music was coming from a church. Wewalked right in and there was a guy playing a banjo and some others playingfour or five different instruments. Just about the time we walked in the doorsome woman grabbed Dorothy by the hand as they were coming around in a circledancing. They were dancing in a bigcircle. They were all singing and dancing and right after the lady took Dorothysomeone else grabbed my hand and there I was going around in the circle. Istarted laughing and wondered what the heck was going on! They danced and sangfor some time and then everyone sat down. Some man got up and preached for 20 minutes or so, then everyone got upagain and that jiving music started back up and they all started dancing again.It was some kind of religious music and every so often they would all yell out,“Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord” We had a lot of fun and went back to theroom fairly late.

The next morning I hear a loudknock on our door pretty early and it was the lady from the hotel. She yelledout, “Private Harman, you are wanted on the phone!” I lay there in the bed andsaid to myself, “Oh God”. I quicklydressed and went downstairs. It was Bellon the phone. He said, “I’ll be there in 20 minutes. They are loading the trucks right now.” Itold him I would ready and went back up to the room to tell Dorothy that I hadto go and that we were shipping out. She was pretty calm and told me that shewas happy we had got married and that she would be waiting for me when I gotback. We sat and talked a little but it was mostly just holding hands and sometears. Just about that time Bell pulled up in the jeep. I kissed Dorothy andgot in the jeep. Bell had all my bagsloaded and packed. He said he had loaded all my gear so we I would be ready. Back at base I got in a big line, they packedus in trucks and took us to a train station nearby. They said we were going to Pittsburg and Ikept thinking it was a damn long ways to Pennsylvania, but we stopped at CampStolman, in Pittsburg, California. It didn’t take too long to get there. Theymarched us right down to the port, loaded us all on a big ship there and wewent right out under the bridge. Everyone kept saying that was the Golden Gate Bridge. It was somethingeveryone had heard of and here we were riding right under the bridge. It was awonderful site to see but at the same time we knew we were headed off to thewar. We were going to Hawaii and everyone knew that was the last stop before wewere off to the fighting in the Pacific. We were soldiers though and everyonejust sort of took it one step at a time not really knowing what would comenext. We heard stories and rumors but what exactly we were going to be doingwas not totally clear except for the fact that we were headed for some seriousfighting and there was a better than good chance that many of us would not comeback alive.

Chapter 2

WWII – Stories andBattles

Background

Uncle Glen was part of the 81stInfantry Division; he was a Ranger and part of an elite fighting group of menknown as the “Wild Cats”. They landed inHawaii, 11 June 11^th thru – July 8^th of 1944. The 81stInfantry Division was made up of the 321st, 322nd and 323rd Regimental CombatTeams (RCTs) and was to assault both Angaur (321st and 322nd RCTs) and Ulithi(323rd RCT), but only when released by the 1st Marine Division commander. The81st had been reactivated at Camp Rucker, Alabama in June 1942 after havingpreviously served during World War One. It was raised from a small regular Armycadre from the 3rd Infantry Division, and filled out with newly commissionedreserve officers and conscripted troops. It received extensive desert training,participated in corps level exercises stressing the attack of fortifieddefensive positions, amphibious training in California, and was finally transferredto Hawaii where it undertook additional amphibious training. It was transportedto Guadalcanal (by then a major US base) where it received jungle training,acclimatization and training in rugged terrain. Angaur and Peleliu would be itsfirst combat action. The overall plan was that the division minus RCT 323 wasto invade Angaur Island in the Palau group. Angaur was part of the PalauIslands campaign starting September 17^th, 1944. Most fighting veteransand my Uncle Glen will tell you that the war reporters barely got half of thestories right because they were far from the battles and never in the way ofharm. Over the years more and moreindividual accounts of the battles that took place have clarified the truehorror and gore that took place in most of these battles. The general story isthat they pushed through to the western shore in a quick movement, cutting theisland in half. The quick movement sounds good for the Military but in realitythere really was no such thing as a “quick movement”. Most of the battles and missions were slow andtedious.

Warreporters accounts state, “The enemy was driven into isolated pockets andmopping-up operations began on the 20th.” Uncle Glen tells a bit differentstory but in general the fact that 81^st came in after the Marines wastrue and Uncle Glen will come right out and say, “Those Marines are all somebad ass individuals, don’t mess with them!” On the 18th RCT 323 left to rejoin the 81st onPeleliu, which assumed command of all troops on that island and Angaur, October20^th 1944. Resistance was ended on Peleliu, 27 November. Between 4 November 1944 and 1 January 1945,the division seized Pulo Anna Island, Kyangel Atoll, and Pais Island. The 81stleft in increments, from January 1 thru February 8, for New Caledonia to getrehabilitation and more training. The division arrived in Leyte on 17 May 1945,and after a period of training participated in mopping-up operations in thenorthwest part of the island, 21 July 1945 to 12 August 1945. After rest andtraining, the 81st moved to Japan, 18 September, and performed occupationduties in Aomori Prefecture until inactivation.

Officialreports state that “bombardment of Angaur by the battleship USS Tennessee,cruisers, and SBD-5 Dauntless dive bombers from the aircraft carrier USS Waspbegan on 11 September 1944. Six days later on 17 September, the U.S. 81stInfantry Division, commanded by Major General Paul J. Mueller, landed on thenortheast and southeast coasts. I am still not sure where my Uncle Glen landed,but it was the first time in history that an Army Division had made andamphibious landing assault. On 16 September (D-day +1) General Rupertus told LtGeneral Geiger that Peleliu would be taken ‘in a few more days’. Geigertherefore ordered the assault on Angaur to proceed. F-Day (as opposed to D-Dayfor Peleliu) was set for 17 September. Angaur lies some seven miles southwestof Peleliu and was defended by Major Ushio Goto with the 1st Battalion, 59thInfantry Regiment (Reinforced) that had been detached from the 14th Division.The island had been divided into four defensive sectors with a small centralreserve. The Japanese expected the Americans to land on the smooth and leewardbeaches to the southeast of the island, codenamed Beaches Green 1 and 2 by theAmericans, and so this is where Goto built his strongest defenses. Goto’sdefenses were spotted by reconnaissance flights earlier and so the plan was toland on the beaches to the north (Red) and east (Blue). Angaur itself is some 5,000yards long and 4,000 yards wide and is generally flat with a series of ridgesin the northwest corner. It was the site of a large-scale mining operation,being the primary source of phosphate in the area. There were many caves fromthe mining.

What you will hear from Uncle Glenis that when the 81^st went ashore there was still bombing and largenumbers of the 81^st were killed by friendly bombing.

Official reports also state, “Soonafter landing, the 'Wildcats' found themselves caught up in dense terrain,infested with Japanese machine gun nests and snipers. By the end of the dayboth RCTs had met their objectives but at a heavy cost. The Japanese conducteda number of well-planned counterattacks during the night, which caused theAmericans to withdraw from some of their more exposed positions, but all wereeventually beaten back. F+1 saw both RCTs advance toward each other with tankand air support with the right flank of 321st RCT making contact with the leftof 322nd RCT. The 322nd then pushed west from Beach Red towards the center ofthe island and the high ground where Major Goto had his final defensiveposition. They reached the phosphate plant on the outskirts of Saipan Town (theisland's capital) early in the afternoon. The 321st RCT pushed west from BeachBlue and progressed well until they came up against the formidable defenses ofBeach Green. F+2 (19 September) saw the 321st RCT continue to push west andattack the Beach Green defenses from the rear, reducing the fortifications oneby one. After hard fighting, the 321st RCT pushed on southwest stopping justshort of the shoreline. This meant that there were only two remaining pocketsof Japanese resistance left on Angaur - the largest being centered on RomauldoHill, a series of coral ridges in the northwest. With the situation apparentlyunder control, the III Amphibious Corps reserve, the 323rd RCT was sent on itsway to occupy Ulithi.

F+3 saw the 321st RCT reduced thefinal pocket of Japanese resistance in the south and the 322nd RCT begin itsassault on Romauldo Hill. It would in fact take over four weeks and bitterhand-to-hand fighting, using flamethrowers, grenades and demolition charges toextinguish Japanese resistance. Major Goto was killed on 19 October whilefighting for one of the many cave complexes and Japanese resistance ended somethree days later. F+3 heralded Major General Geiger contacting Major GeneralMueller about the need to deploy an RCT to Peleliu to relieve the 1st Marines.Mueller replied that the 321st could be dispatched almost immediately after ithad been reorganized and therefore began moving to Peleliu the next day. The 20September saw Angaur being declared secure (despite the 322nd RCT having to clearthe Romauldo Hill pocket).

Overall casualties for the 81stwere comparatively light compared to what the 1st Marine Division was to sufferon Peleliu - 260 killed, 1,354 wounded and 940 incapacitated due to non-combatreasons. The Japanese lost some 1,338 killed and 59 captured. Mines andcongestion on the beach initially gave more trouble than Japanesecounter-attacks. But resistance stiffened as the Americans advanced on"the Bowl", a hill near Lake Salome in the northwest of the islandwhere the Japanese planned to make their last stand. From 20 September, the322nd battalion repeatedly attacked the Bowl, but the 750 defenders repulsedthem with artillery, mortars and machine guns. Gradually, hunger, thirst, andAmerican shellfire and bombing took their toll on the Japanese, and by 25September the Americans had penetrated the Bowl. Rather than fight forpossession of the caves, they used bulldozers to seal the entrances. BySeptember 30, the island was secure.”

What you will hear from Uncle Glenis that he fought with a three man team to flush the Japanese out of the cavesand never remembered any caves being bulldozed in afterwards. They may have bulldozedthe caves, he said, but there is little or no mention of the teams that went induring the “mopping up” operations to flush the Japanese out of the caves. Thereis also no mention of many of the Japanese that were hiding in those caves andbunkers surviving by cannibalizing the dead remains of the Marines that hadfought in the first wave of attacks.

Uncle Glen.

It took about seven days to get toHawaii. I was seasick some of the time. People were puking everywhere. Thosewere some rough seas most of the way. They were all mostly a bunch of farm boysthat hadn’t been anywhere, especially on the high seas. I actually had a prettygood time going over there. I got in with some guys and played cards because wedidn’t have anything to do. Everyday they got us all out on deck to docalisthenics, but hell I slept out there on deck anyway. I didn’t want to sleepdown there in that damn hold under deck.

Finally we got to Hawaii and wedisembarked. Right away they put us ontrucks and took us up over Pali pass and if you haven’t been over that old Palipass then you haven’t been over it! Backin those days it was a dirt road and went almost straight up. It was one scarywinding road. We went about 20 miles per hour, low gear, in one of those bigarmy trucks. We went there for jungle training. They would take us out in the jungle and train you. We would run downthrough there with bayonets and these stuffed dummies on boards that weresupposed to be the Japanese would pop up at you and we had to stick a bayonetin them. We did all kinds of training most of the time sleeping out in thejungle. It went on for over a month. Finally they told us that we were gettingready to graduate so they gave us all a pass to go to town.

I was inthe barracks playing in a little crap game trying to make some money so I couldhave a little money for drinking when I went to town. This guy that was in thecrap game that I knew and he knew me but not that well took me aside during abreak and said to me, “Harman, you become cashier and I’ll hold the dice”. He told me his name was Joe. So I would be cashier and just take the moneyand the other players would say $10 bet, or whatever they wanted and this guywould roll the dice. Most the time it wasn’t that much maybe just a dollar betor so. Since I was the cashier I wouldkeep the money or pay out. I had his money and my money; we were what youcalled the “bank”. This time there was justthe two of us in the bank but on other occasions I remember there would up tofive or so in the bank. This guy wasgood, the best I had ever seen. He hadbeen in prison, but for what, I never asked! He had been given clemency to jointhe army. The son-a-bitch could rattle those dice and have those dice come outjust about the way he wanted. After anhour so we couldn’t find anyone to even play us for even a dime! Everyone hadlost! He said to me, “Pass those dice Harman and let’s go to town!” So we tookoff and counted the money. We had around$50! That was a lot of money back then to win in a crap game. We split it upand I was feeling pretty good because now I had some money for drinking and Icould send some back home to Dorothy.

So off wego to Honolulu and the first thing we see is a big long line of soldiers.

Me, I don’t know what the hell this big line is for and Joeturns to me and says, “Come on Harman let’s get in line and get us a piece ofass then we will go drinking!”

I told him, “No, I was just marriedand I don’t want any.

He said, “Harman, get your ass inline, it may be the last piece of ass you ever get!”

I said, “No, no I’m not going in theline. Go ahead and screw your money away, I don’t want to do that.” So he wentahead and got laid while I waited around. It didn’t take him long as the linemoved along fairly quickly. When he cameout we headed off to do some drinking. We drank, we drank and we drank. One bar then off to the next. Everyonewas drunk. I don’t know how the hell we got back to the base, but we got backsomehow. The next morning headaches, hang overs and sick as dogs they loaded usall on board a ship sitting in Pearl Harbor.

We were on the ship as it was beingstocked up with all the tanks, weapons, and other supplies. The second day, Joecame up to me and said, “Hey Harman, I’m going to get us a pass to go back totown!” I’ll be damned if he didn’t get us a pass, how he did that I have noidea because they weren’t letting too many of us off the ship. The Captain hadissued three passes Joe, myself and some guy I had never met before. The otherman’s name was Plazo and he was a Sargent. I was the only Private in the bunch.We decided to go to town and I told them on the way that I knew two guys therein town that were from Jackson, Michigan that worked in a machine shop. They were friends of Dorothy’s girlfriend.One of the men’s names was Chuck Mills. He became a contractor after the Warback in Jackson and put in sewers. The other man I can’t remember his name butI called them up and they said to come on by the machine shop so we headed overthere.

When we got there they had a partyall set up! They were pouring the beer to us and were feasting like Kings onHawaiian pork. We ate, drank, laughed and told stories until they had to startwork at 11pm. They worked the nightshift. They told us we were welcome tosleep over in the shop. So we decided togo out to town and do some more drinking. When we got back to their shop wewere pretty drunk and all slept on the floor. In the morning they woke us upand said, “You guys, we hate to tell you this but we heard there aren’t anymore 81^st Division soldiers out on the streets anymore. The word isthat they are shipping off and soon.

We jumped out of our drunkenstupors and all yelled it in unison, “Oh shit, call us a cab!” The cab gotthere and we told him to high tail it to the ship so he drove extra fast, notsomething those Hawaiian cab drivers did too often! When we got to the ship,all my buddies were on board yelling down to me, “Hey, Harman, you’re in shitnow! You’re AWOL! You guys are all busted!” We got up on board and they were all lined up laughing at us. They werecalling us all kinds of names. We really thought we were in for some bigtrouble. We no more got on board and they pulled up the gang plank. Then Ithought for sure we were in for it because another few minutes and we wouldhave missed the boat! We all looked like crap with our uniforms wrinkled andhair all messed up. We had to smell like an old beer keg! If we had beendeserters I would probably still be in Leavenworth! We did get in trouble and they put us on KP,kitchen duty. They said we were on KPfor as long as the ship sails.

They stuck me about five decks downwhere it was hotter than hell and smelly in that steamy old kitchen. I made itthrough one shift then went up topside and talked to a sailor there who wasstanding by a landing craft they had tied to the side of the ship and I said,“What do they do with these landing crafts?”

He replied back, “Well soldier thatis what you are going ashore in”

I said, “Well who sleeps in them?”Thinking to myself I sure as heck didn’t want to sleep five decks down in thekitchen area.

He said, “Well the guy that is thecoxswain on the boat sometimes”

I said, “Well is there any of themempty?”

He said, “You can sleep on mine,hell, I just got me in there.”

I told him, “Well I appreciate thatoffer but you know I got a couple of buddies that need a place too”

He replied back, “Well I guess wecould put up four, it would be nice to have people to talk with and we couldplay cards!”

So when I went back down for KP, Itold Plazo and a friend named Cody that we got us place to sleep up on deck. Wegot a place we can play cards. We are going to have it made and the guy isgoing to bring us food! You never saw such big smiles on those two guys’ faces!They thought they would be stuck in that hell hole for the whole trip. So wewould do our KP duty in the morning and then head up to the deck and hide outin the landing craft. Those were good days!

Then one day they called us all upon deck and told us there was going to be meetings to map out the invasion. Weknew we had better not miss those meetings. They broke us up into a bunch ofgroups but we forgot the time and the three of us were sound asleep in thelanding craft. We missed the meetings. Isaid to someone to find out where company E was supposed to be. My Captain called me in and wanted to knowwhere the heck I had been during the meeting so I told him I was stuck in KP. Hesaid, “Harman, you don’t even know what boat to get in!”

I said, “Well just tell me and I’llbe there.”

He said, “Oh God, Harman”, and Codywas standing there trying not to laugh to hard but then tells the Captain itwas my fault and that I had got him in trouble again!

The Captain stared us down for aminute or so thinking what he should do then said, “Ok, you two idiots get yourasses up to your boats. You two had better fight like the soldiers we trainedyou to be or I am having you both court marshaled!”

So we headed up to deck and foundthe landing boats we were supposed to go in.

We climbed down these big cargo nets into the boats withfull gear. I was in the Special Forces even though I had been stuck doing KP onthe trip over. A lot of my specialized traininghad been how to make pipe bombs but I never used one when I was over there. Wehad been at sea for a long time and now. We were going into Guadalcanal. I was put on the Special Forces eventhough on the boat ride over there I had been on KP. The 1^st marineswere still fighting on Guadalcanal, but of course back home they were sayingthe battle was over. The marines pretty much had secured the island but therewere still a lot of live Japanese hiding out all over the place. Sometimes theywould sneak down at night with a bomb or some other explosive tied to theirbodies yelling, “Bonsai” and blow themselves up at a lookout or other place. Wewere there basically there for more training but there was still fighting goingon. They told me on Guadalcanal that I was going to be on a team to go blow upcaves and bunkers. It was pretty muchwound down and the Japanese were not doing too much fighting. They hunkered down in bunkers and caves andwe would shoot the flame thrower up in there and start shooting them when theycame running out. I actually kind of enjoyed it. Growing up on a farm you saw alot of animals killed to put them out of their misery when they goinjured. It was about the same when someof those Japs came running out on fire. I was doing what I was trained to do. I was BR man, and a BR man is the cover man.The flame thrower man was Plazo, my KP buddy. Cody my other KP buddy went withus a few times but our regular guy was a guy named Altman out of Minneapolis orSaint Paul, Minnesota. We had a bunch of guys with us out of that part of thecountry.

I wasn’tthere too long though and we got back aboard the ship. It was sort of hard toremember how many days went by. It was a busy place with a lot going on andseeing all the death around you just sort of left your mind in a fog. We justfollowed orders and watched out for each other the best we could. We wereheaded for Angaur Island. When we got there they loaded us all in landing craftsand then dropped us over the side. They said we were the first Army invasion inthe Pacific Theater of World War II to be sent ashore in amphibious landingcrafts. It was usually the job of the Marines but our Special Forces Unit was afirst for the Army. I talked much later with a Navy man and asked him how theyusually would drop you off. He told me they tried to drop you as far out fromshore as they could because the coxswain, the Sailor running the boat, getschicken shit, plus they got a lot of coral reefs. If he hits that coral reef itis easy to get stuck and then he’s dead because the boat is just like a ducksitting on a pond. If the boat is stuck then the Japs will just get him withfire from the shore. Most of thosecoxswains learned very fast that it was best to just run it and out prettyfast. We had never had any training on this type of boat and didn’t know toomuch what to expect. The navy guy told me later on what most of them would dois run in full throttle turn to the side then throw it in reverse and everybodywould just come rolling out into the water. He would then high tail it out of there asfast as they could. They just wanted to get the hell out of there because theydon’t want to get killed and you can’t blame them because no one wanted to getkilled. I don’t know what he had told me later to be true or not but whathappened to our boat was about the same and we all went flying out of that boatinto water way over our heads with fully loaded gear.

I sunkright to the bottom and thought that was it, my life was over. I flounderedaround as long as I could and tried to swim and push along the coral towardswhat I thought was the shore but then I started sucking in the salt water. Iremember being along the bottom of the ocean and having almost 150 lbs. ofgear, a hell of a lot of gear on me, a shuffle, a spade, gas mask, all theammunition and my gun. I was just like adead weight. That damn gear held me down. I don’t remember the exact time Iblacked out or even what I was thinking when I did. I do remember thinkingabout Dorothy for an instant but when they say your life flashes before you,well, that didn’t really happen to me. I just kept sinking and trying to moveforward until I had sucked in enough water that I passed out.

The nextthing I knew I came to my senses on the shore. Who pulled me out of the waterand if anyone gave me CPR or pumped my chest to get the sea water out I don’treally know. Maybe the bombs going off shocked me back to life. I throwing upand spitting out the seawater. I washalf out of it and had no idea where I was. I just lay there like a dead fishwith the water lapping at me a few yards behind me. There was only one guyaround and that was Chuck Altman. He quickly told me that some guys had draggedme out of the water and pulled me up a little way onto the shore. Everybodyelse was gone. There wasn’t anybody near us expect for dead bodies, blood, bodyparts, strewn all about and smoke in the air. We moved in a little ways fromthe water but not very far and we just lay there in the sand. I had no idea howmuch time had passed. I was dazed, confused and having a very hard timebreathing,

The next Iknow there is this “Kaboom, Kaboom, Kaboommm, and the whole earth is shakingand the “Kabooms” were getting closer to us. I am still about half out of itand not quite aware of where I am or what is going on. I felt weak and really couldn’t move much if Iwanted to. I see Altman a few yards away from me swatting at his chest and I’mthinking to myself, “What the hell is wrong with the crazy son-of-a bitch!” Iknew he wasn’t Catholic so I didn’t know what the heck he was doing but itlooked like he was crossing himself like some crazed Catholic. I wanted to laugh, but didn’t have thestrength to laugh, because it looked so damn crazy! I was still half dazed and didn’t really knowwhat the heck was going on. I thoughtthis son-of-bitch is going nuts! Then he started screaming, “They’re killingus, they’re killing us!

I looked around and didn’t see anyother soldiers or Japanese anywhere near us and yelled back at him. “Thereisn’t anybody here” Just at that moment another “Kaboom”, Oh Jesus, a big whitehot piece of lead, it’s not red, it’s white. Suddenly there are red hot piecesof lead all over the place. I wasstarting to get my senses back just a bit. It was free burst ammunition. Wewere sort of under some coconut trees and those burning pieces of lead werehitting the trees and the beach all around us. I looked around then thought tomyself that we would be goners for sure. That was the first time in my life Iever said a prayer. I said, “Lord save me, Lord save me please. Please Lordsave me now. I’m in a really bad situation now, Oh Lord please save me!”

There were just the two of us lyingon that beach as far as we could see and we didn’t even know if there wasanybody alive anywhere else. Those big white hot pieces of lead started landedall around us and smoke would just gush off of them. It seemed like it wouldnever end. They were the size ofbaseballs and landing like the devils rain straight from hell. Anything that could catch on fire near themimmediately caught on fire. There was smoke and fire everywhere. They keptlanding all around me one after another and I just lay there and prayed. Many thuddedwithin a few feet of me and the burning sand would burst out all over me. Theleaves from the coconut tree would come crashing down on me. They were freeburst bombs being shot by 15” Guns from the Navy and they were supposed to beshelling in front of us to move the Japs out of there but for whatever reasons someof them were landing short. We killed a lot of our own men on the beach thatday. That happened to me two times when I was in the Army. One time the Air force shot behind us also.

After that everything sort ofbecame a blur. When the bombs finally stopped I was able to pull myselftogether enough so that we could start moving down the beach. It might havebeen a few hours before we finally got in contact with some of our guys thatday. Then we grouped out like we were supposed to do and realized how many ofour group was missing or killed. Therewere quite a few but no one had time to talk about that. There were guys hereand there, a bunch wounded, and others shaken up to where they couldn’tfunction anymore. We really didn’t have a lot of combat, just a few fire fightshere and there. Then we got up to whatthey called bloody gulch. You know, they had a name for everything. All ofsudden our group got a Bonsai from the side. They came running full speed rightdown at us from out of the jungle. There were about 8 or 10 of us at the time.The kept yelling “Bonsai, Bonsai”, with bombs strapped on to their bodies justlike the Islamic terrorists do now. There must have been 2 or 3 of them but I couldn’t really tell because Iwas at the back struggling just to keep up with the other guys, This guy with us, I can’t remember his namenow but I know he was from Spokane or Seattle, Washington, well, he was theSargent that carried the Flag. He knelt down to shoot the first guy and hisrifle didn’t fire. For some reason that guy never cleaned his rifle properly,it was rusted and it wouldn’t shoot. The others were picking them off before theygot too close. He pulled up to shoot as that Jap heading straight at him and hecouldn’t shoot. Another guy shot the Jap but it didn’t fully slow him down.That bomb went off but he lucked out and the bomb didn’t get any of us. Laterthat Sargent got his ass chewed out for not having that rifle cleaned the rightway. He was good guy though and I heard later on that he got hit by a grenadeand went blind. He lived but was blinded for life. There were a few more Japscoming at us along the way but not too many and we got them as they came at us.Once we got up a little further and met some other units who told us they hadcalled in some tanks. We all had to move to the side and let the tanks pullahead of us. We were happy to see those tanks rolling in.

It was big long canyon and afterthe first tank rolled past us all of sudden we heard a loud “Pow”, the Japs hadblown up the first tank. We backed upfurther into the brush on the side of canyon and hunkered down. All of sudden someoneup ahead of us, it wasn’t me, but if I had been up in the front it probablywould have been, comes running down to us and says, “Major Hale, sayswithdraw!” That guy ran right over top of me and kept running like a jackrabbitat full speed hopping over all the soldiers that were hunkered down. The wordgets passed down the line, “Major McHale says withdraw” We all got up as fastas we could and tried to get the heck out of their as fast so we wouldn’t getkilled. We were scrambling to retreat.

Then all of sudden as we are retreatingthe Major Hale himself comes running down and starts screaming at all of us“Get your fucking asses up their you chicken shit bastards or I’ll shoot thewhole bunch of you right now myself!”

I turned to another soldier next tome and said, “I don’t think the Major said withdraw!”

Artie, my Sargent says, “Thereisn’t any damn withdraw turn your asses around and let’s get moving!”

So we crept up there little bylittle and saw the tank that had been blown up. My friend Harvey jumped up onthe tank thinking he was going to rescue someone but by then it was too late. He ended up getting a Thompson machine gunout of the tank or off of one the dead soldiers on the ground near the tank. Ithad all the ammunition in it. He had always wanted a machine gun, that’s all heever talked about during our training. Inever thought the Thompson’s were worth that much; oh they were good for whatthey did, but you couldn’t aim them that that well. Now that M-1 let me tellyou those were great guns. They could really shoot. Once you get the feel for the trigger youcould let off just two or three shots, pop, pop, pop, just like that. It was easy to sight them and aim at yourtarget. Somehow that day we made itthrough “Bloody Gulch” and secured the area. There was sporadic fighting alongthe way but the japs weren’t prepared for us. Our commanders had set up a goodplan and we were lucky we didn’t have more men die.

Once we got through that canyon we allset up in a camp and secured the perimeter. A couple of days later Plazo and Iwere going after some supplies down toward the beach where they had beendropped off. It was near dark and wewent down to pick up these wood cases that held food and other supplies. As wewere heading up to get the boxes I got hit. Later Plazo said it was a mortarshell. I am not sure what it was but ithit me right in the side of my helmet and knocked me out cold. I don’t know howlong I was out for but when I came too, Plazo was kneeling there next to me,guarding me, and told me I had got hit in the head. I said, “I did?” I couldn’teven remember what had happened. I was really dizzy and couldn’t really move.

Plazo looked at me and said, “Idon’t think you are hurt bad. I thinkyou just got knocked out. You don’t have any other wounds as far as I can see”

I had blood coming out of my noseand mouth. My tooth hurt like heck and I could feel with my tongue that it hadbeen broken off. I couldn’t really hear too much what Plazo was saying to me,but I knew he just kept trying to get me up and telling me, “You’re all right,right? Come on, we need to get the hell out of here!” I remember thinking, Idon’t know what to do, and I don’t know if I can move. He kept trying to pullme up but I was having a hard time getting to my feet. Finally I was able toget up with his help but then I feel back down after a few steps. There was nomoon out that night and it was really dark so he pulled me over behind somerocks and said to me, “I think we should stay here tonight and hideout”

I started to get my senses a littlebit but really had no memory of what we had been doing, I guess I was sort ofbabbling. I remember asking him, “Where are we? Are we behind the enemy linesor what?” he just told me we had better stay there for the night. I guess he knew I wasn’t in any condition tomake it back to the camp and he didn’t want to leave me alone in case therewere any more Japs nearby. It was really dark and we were in the jungle sothere wasn’t much chance if we stayed still that anyone would find us. I guess that was the smart thing to do.

The next morning I still couldn’treally move very well. I was having ahard time getting to my feet and still didn’t really know where I was. My facewas bloodied up pretty good and I felt lightheaded. Plazo told me, “I’m goingto head back to camp and get some help to get you out of here, and he did” They took me down to camp and put me in thehospital. I don’t know what time of day they got me back there or even how longit took. They didn’t have any pain killers and I just remember the Doctorsaying, “We going to have to go ahead and pull that tooth!” It broke off rightat the root, Oh God, it hurt worse than the headache I had and then when theDoctor dug in there and pulled it out it hurt even worse. I think I almostpassed out again. I was in the hospital tent for one day and stuffed cotton inwhere that tooth had been and then they decided I was fit enough, so they sentme back out to combat.

We headed out that morning to goback on the cave and bunker duty. There I was with a bloody wad of cottonstuffed in mouth and heading out to blow another cave. Harvey always wanted me on his team because Ihad that BR and he figured I was covering his all the time, you know. That Br had a lot of fire power. (A BR is aBrowning automatic rifle.) We hiked upout of the jungle around a little ledge where a cave had been located to blowthe Japs out of it. When we got around the ledge we saw the cave on the otherside of a little valley that we were in on the opposite side maybe 75 to 100yards away. Harvey and I saw a littlerock outcrop and crouched down behind them after we saw the cave. Our flame thrower snuck down into a position alittle in front of us and then yelled out “Fire in the Hole!” Those flamethrowers were devastating weapons. They shot out pure napalm. You stuck thenapalm in there then pulled the trigger and it let off a big “Whoop”, then youheld down the trigger and it kept throwing one long continuous stream ofintense flame. We would yell out “Firein the Hole”, and those words they knew the meaning of in English so they wouldcome running out as fast as they could fearing that flaming stream of purenapalm. Of course the guy with the flame thrower wouldn’t fire until after theystarted running out. So as soon as we yelled our “fire in the hole!” all theJaps would come running out. Harvey who was with still had that Thompsonmachine gun he had picked up after the tank had blown up and was all pumped outto give it a try on those Japs that were fleeing from the cave. He told me tohold off he wanted to get them all with the machine gun! Brebrebrebrebre, he isspraying bullets with that machine gun like crazy at the Japs. I startedlaughing, laughing so hard I could stop because he was missing every one ofthem! I just couldn’t help myself it was so funny and he had wanted to use thatThompson in battle so badly. He had bragged about it around camp to everyonefor days how he was to clean out Japs left and right with that machine gun. Hemissed every single one of them and it was just too funny. He doesn’t stopBrebrebrebrebre still missing everyone one of them. He never hit a Jap, 21 oneof them ran out of that cave and got past us down the hill. I was laughing toohard to shoot myself and when we got back to camp the flame thrower told thestory to our commander thinking it was a funny story and they called us all in.I thought they were going to court martial me. I just told them I couldn’t helpit! He had wanted to use that gun for so long and had bragged so much how hewas going to cut all the Japs down then he missed every last of them! I said,Captain, hey I tell you if you would have been there you have laughed too itwas just so funny! Old Harv kept nudging me and saying, “Shut up, don’t you sayanymore, don’t you say anymore!” He wasn’t supposed to have that Thompson. Thatgun had not been issued to him and was never taken on the bunker and cavemissions. I guess that was for a good reason!

The Captain didn’t know what tothink at first, then asked Harvey, “Well why the hell weren’t you hitting them!You had a damn machine gun that wasn’t even issued to you and you still missedall of them!

I piped right up before Harveycould answer and said, “Well you know he probably had a little too much todrink last night, Captain!” The Captain tried to stare us down but couldn’thelp but have a grin on his face trying to hold back from laughing, and thensaid. “You two keep your damn mouths shut and I won’t report this”

I was still about ready to laughbut told him, “Well if Harvey can keep his mouth shut I can keep mine shut!” Atleast I thought that would shut down his bragging about camp about how he wasgoing to kill all the Japs with that Thompson he had acquired. The three of usall got off Scott free and I still laugh about that to this day! It is stillfunny when I think about him spraying that machine gun all over the place andmissing all those Japs.

Plazo, who was the flame throwercouldn’t keep his mouth shut though, and he just and kept telling everyone incamp, “I counted 21 of them Japs that I flamed out of there and these twobastards didn’t shoot a one of them!” Itwas big laugh around the camp but Harvey still held on to that Thompson!

I would tell everyone that saidanything to me, “Hey, you guys talked to Harvey and Plazo, they’re bothSargent’s here and I am just a damn peon! I wasn’t in charge of the mission!

That was about the 8^thtime I could have been court marshaled but they never did anything to me. They knew better and I fought hard when I wasin battle. That cave mission wasn’t a big battle or anything so it didn’t meantoo much that those Japs ran off.

If you ever read about any battlesit always seems like they are over in about 4 days and that is just a bunch ofcrap that the Military wants to tell you. Most the time in WWII they were stillin there fighting and cleaning up sometimes even six months later. At that timethey just wanted to make it look good for the people back in the States. Theywould put a little movie or press release, “Angaur captured in 20 hours!” Itwould be big news to encourage the people back in the States. Crap, 40 dayslater we are still fighting and Japs are running into camps yelling “Bonsai”with bombs strapped to their bodies. We would find the bones and remains ofdead soldiers in caves or bunkers that they would cut the meat of off to eatwhile they were hiding out.

Once the fighting was pretty muchfinished there on Angaur they built an airport runway. They built that runwayin nothing flat. It seemed like it went up almost overnight! They had a B-24 thatwould fly in from the Philippines. Therunway was right at the edge of the ocean and there was about a 50 foot cliffat the end of the runway. We would watchsometimes as those big B-24s would take off and because the runway was barelylong enough those planes would drop down and just about scrap the ocean. Man,those guys would get a thrill ride in that baby, know! Just about every time itlooked those planes were going in the ocean!

They needed guards for the airportand so I volunteered. Japs were still up in the mountains behind the airportand sometimes would fire down on the planes coming and going. They stuck us out there by the airport in puptents with three guys in a tent. The good part of the job is that they wouldbring us out hot food twice a day! We had to split watches and have someone up24/7, so I guess they thought we deserved some cooked food! We would sit aroundand play cards when we didn’t sleep or stand out on guard. One morning the guythat came out and brought our breakfast said, “Harman get your gear you aregoing with us”

I looked right at him, he wasprivate like me, and just told him “Screw you, I like it here!” I had enough offighting, shooting and killing and figured this guard duty suited me fine for awhile. At least I got good food and was able to sleep when I wasn’t on myshift.

He said, “Look Harman, I don’t givethe damn orders! Major Hale wants to see you!” Major Hale was the regimental commander.I went ahead and took my time but got all my stuff and headed up to his office.I walked in and saluted him then he told me to sit down in the chair in frontof his makeshift desk.

Major Hale came right out and said,“I am going to make you a proposition, Harman. You go to Peleliu and I willforgive your 7 AWOLs.” (I had eight!) I didn’t have much choice anyway and Iknew that when I walked in his office.

I said, “Ok, major, I will go” Sothe next day I was headed over to Peleliu. Crap, that was where 900 1^stMarines had went in and 30 had come out alive! It was one of the bloodiestmassacres the Marines had ever suffered in the South Pacific. Now we aresupposed to be headed over there to save them! Everyone one of us thought forsure we were headed for a destiny with death. Holy Crap, they don’t even writeabout us going in there. I’ve never heard anything about that first wave arangers that went in right after the marines had been massacred. It was so bad!

INTERJECTCION

Until this point in all of Skidsstory that day it had been pretty much straight forward. He spoke without muchemotion. He spoke in short sentences because of his shortness of breath and we hadstopped the recording a few times when a nurse or two had come in to check onhim. At times he would sort of close his eyes almost as if he was going into atrance and often wait for a few seconds before he would continue but it wasstill a pretty straight forward story almost told like being read from a book.After he said, “It was so bad!”, I started to tear up and tried reached down asfar as I could to see those wonderful days in Nome when the sun showncontinuously and we spent time salmon fishing, but it was very hard to fightback the tears. I started to tremble because I could feel the change in hisvoice. It was probably the first time he had let that emotion fully out of him.I could feel the nightmares he must have had for years and years and why he hadspent most of his days after the war drinking to numb those nightmares. It onlylasted a brief moment but the vision was clear. He then continued and spokewith the strongest voice he had yet used. The moment passed.

He continued.

There were nine Medals of Honorissued in that one battle that is how bad it was. Boy, it was a son-of-a-bitch!We were headed in 8 or 10 days after that battle and we were a whole regimentof 250 or 300. It was everybody we could pull together and some others. Theywere coming out when we went in and I will never forget as long as I live thegore around you there, the wounded, the screaming and moaning, God Damn, it waslike going straight to Hell. They were singing.

Then Skid started to sing, “Hallsof Montezuma, Shores of Tripoli, We fight our Countries Battles on the Land andon the Sea” The ones coming out would say, “We are the United States Marines!”You know they didn’t have any Air force in there yet. I tell you that was a bloodybunch there. They were all screwed up. Some of them would say to us, “Don’tever join the marines unless you want to die” Let me tell me you those menwould give their lives just like someone will give you change for a dollar.They don’t think twice about it when they fight. The United States Marines thatis one tough bunch of men.

I was put back on the cave andbunker duty. I can’t remember how many bunkers and caves we blew up but we justkept following orders and went wherever they sent us. We were getting a lot ofresistance and there were Japs hiding out all over the place. I was only there about four or five days and Igot wounded again. I went in to blow up a cave and one of the guys up in frontof us got wounded. Another guy and I went in to try and bring him out. Westarted pulling him out and a mine or charge went off, then we were knockedout. The guy we were trying to save got killed. I got hit in the back when the explosion went off mainly by just a bunchof rock, dirt and coral. That coral is as sharp as glass and just cuts all tohell. Somehow I got rescued out of therebut I was completely out of it. They put me on a boat with a bunch of otherwounded and took us back to Angaur where they had a field hospital. I don’t howlong it took for us to get there I just know people were dying on the boat, youknew they died when they stopped moaning.

to be continued..

ATHLETIC SCHOLARSHIPS – THE MYTHS

2011-11-06T09:36:00.000-08:00

ATHLETIC SCHOLARSHIPS– THE MYTHS

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This article is for both students andparents. I would like to debunk some of the common beliefs that many adhere toin regards to athletic scholarships and how colleges recruit athletes.

There are many websites now tellingyou that you need to start early contacting coaches and Universities. This isnot actually a good idea and more just a waste of time as the majority of coachesdo not even look at athletes until their junior year in High School. Universitycoaches are a lot smarter than websites or parents think they are. Coachesrealize that not all children mature at the same rate and a kid that is a “superstar”at 14 years old may never grow another inch, whereas the awkward kid that is onthe bench may end up throwing a baseball 90 miles an hour when he turns18. That is just the reality of child developmentand most coaches are well aware of that so they focus on watching andrecruiting kids when they are juniors and seniors.

There is really no such thing as an “AthleticScholarship”, this is just a fact! Sorryto blow you minds, but that is just the way that it is. All athletic scholarships are in reality academicscholarships. What this means is that the Athletic Departments tell the AdmissionsDepartments to offer an academic scholarship to such and such athlete. The AthleticDepartments get first priority on the academic scholarships because of thevast revenues brought into the universities by college sports contracts withmedia outlets. So what does this mean to you the student and parent? It means if you keep the number one priorityto get top level GPA you have a much, much better chance of being recruited ifyou are a good athlete. If two athletesare the same the one with high GPA will get the scholarship. On the other handif you are a 4.0 GPA and not even the best athlete in your school there isstill a very good chance you will get recruited!

Club teams, camps, All-Star Games, andothers are all what I like to call “nice”, but the reality is that mostUniversity coaches know all too well that much of this is Parent Manipulated,Parent Coaches, Nepotism, and Politics. So to most College Coaches all the fancy awards, most goals, VIPs,Awards, and everything else has very little to do with how quick, fast, andsmart you are as an athlete. Not to say it hurts your chances, but, if it is in place of goodgrades, campus club activities, or just growing up and being a normal kid thenmaybe you are wasting some of your time. For Parents of female athletes, beaware that the highest amount of sexual abuse in all of US society comes fromClub Team Coaches and the highest rate of not reporting abuse is from kids onclub teams! These are pure statistical factsto keep in mind. The Universities thatare too closely connected to Club Teams are not usually the ones that arewinning because they end up with the “Burnt Out” kids.

I hope this clarifies some of themyths about getting recruited for college sports. Sports need to be fun, especiallyfor kids and young adults. When the focus is on “getting a scholarship”, thenmaybe you need to reevaluate priorities.

Morals, Education, Economy and Enviroment

2011-10-24T07:40:00.000-07:00

Morals, Education,Economy and Enviroment

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We hear a lot about how China is outpacing the USA with their economy. Sanctions are on the table in Congress with regardsto unfair trade practices and unfair monetary practices. Are these realproblems or temporary problems? Think about that question and you will see thatall problems are temporary if they can be solved. If we base predictions not onunbroken current trends but factor in the so called “bumps” in the road we willsee a better picture of a long-term reality.
Many in the US and other Western countries are fearful of any economic principles that are not what they would call Free Market Capitalism. Unfortunately that is simple rhetoric that promotes elitism because there have never been free markets in the world as almost every nation has some form of tariff taxes. Various forms of Capitalism are taught in our major universities such as, Keynesian, Marginalist, and others. Most derive from the Classical School of economic theory began with the publication in 1776 of Adam Smith's monumental work, The Wealth of Nations. In Smith's view, the ideal economy is a self-regulating market system that automatically satisfies the economic needs of the populace. Unfortunately when the elite regulate themselves we end up with the problems we have today.
Because of the taboo of communism few if any of our universities explore the Marxist views of economy yet if we take a look its fundamental view we see it defines current situation! Marx believed that all production belongs to labor because workers produce all value within society. He believed that the market system allows capitalists, the owners of machinery and factories, to exploit workers by denying them a fair share of what they produce. Marx predicted that capitalism would produce growing misery for workers as competition for profit led capitalists to adopt labor-saving machinery, creating a "reserve army of the unemployed" who would eventually rise up and seize the means of production.

One thing Neo-Conservatives like to doin their unending quest to pump money into the already bloated military complexin the USA is to point out how other countries are doing “better” than the USA,be it economically, politically or whatever subject they can spin so as to getthe sitting Democratic President out. It is often pointed out that the Democratswant to move our country towards the “Social Democracies” like China, Braziland India because our economy is not doing as well as it should and thosecountries are doing better.

Social Democracies have in common thattheir Social Services are run by the Central Federal Government of thatcountry. That would be the police, fire, and others that we in the USA have runby Cities, Counties and States.

This is where the concept of moralscomes into play in the Social Democracies. Because of corruption and distrustof outsiders (coming from the Central government to the States or Locales) all Social Democracies trend towards a de-centralization of SocialServices and that is exactly what is happening in the aforementioned countries!They are becoming more like us not us becoming more like them! So the argumentthat the Democrats in the USA want to take us towards a more Socialist type ofDemocracy is pure fallacy especially in a time period when all levels ofgovernment are cutting costs due to budget restraints. If we compare the overallmorals of our government officials to that of the other countries in questions we will see that in the USA even as corrupt as we may think we arewe are not as corrupt as most other countries.

The economy is another area that is miss-representedin this argument of us versus them. We had the privilege in the USA of havingthe most unique form of capitalism for many years. We had a steady growingmiddle class up until the late 1970s all due to the fact that there was astrong demand for labor. The minimumwage grew and grew. It seemed endless until computers, automation, waves ofimmigrants, cheap energy allowing manufacturers to set up overseas, risinghealth costs from non-communicative disease (the results of higher fat, salt,processed foods, fast foods), and bloated military budget stopped us in ourtracks. All the current statistics showthat these “other countries”, are headed in the exact same direction! The disparitybetween rich and poor is expanding in those countries just as it has in ours and in some cases even much faster! They are headed towards the exact same problems we face here and in many casesmaybe problems that are potentially a lot worse!

What is a real long term problem forall of us on Planet Earth is the environment. Presidential candidates that talkabout setting back environmental regulations as a way to stimulate our economy aresimply taking advantage of human weakness and not promoting any long termsolutions to global stability. India, China, Brazil, Russia and many othercountries have looked to us as the flagship for environmental guidelines as theireconomies have grown. It is obvious howeasily people can become brainwashed as witnessed by the proliferation of nuclearenergy in a country like Japan that suffered the loss of countless humans lives during thebombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in WWII. We in the USA need to continue to lead inenvironmental issues not revert. Many countries are facing major ecological disastersbecause of the lack of regulations in the name of progress.

I never like to be fatalistic but ifwe allow ourselves to be influenced by Neo-conservative rhetoric about how weare not competing in the world anymore we will surely elect a Hawkish candidateand the world will not be a better place for it. "Blood and Butterflies

The Wasted War – Iraq

2011-10-22T12:35:00.000-07:00

"Blood and Butterflies"

The Wasted War – Iraq

Looking back we can point out the facts of one of the mostwasteful, pure corporate greed driven, and manipulative wars in the history ofthe USA. Fortunately we have had a President in Barack Obama that wasdetermined to fulfill his promise to end the war and bring the American troopshome. How will pundits, especially those on the right, spin and twist historyto make President Obama look out of step or lacking in sound reason is yet tobe determined but one thing is for sure: Facts are Facts. I will try to presentthem here to you so you can make your own judgments.

The firstthink I personally remember about when the Iraq war started that was very oddhappened around 2 AM on the day we first started bombing. I had insomnia and turned on the TV to CNNknowing that we would start the war shortly but what was amazing is that they announcedthat the Bush Administration had just let out the contracts for the “Rebuildingof Iraq”. That seemed very odd because we had not yet officially started thewar! Of course 4 hours later we started bombing. That had to be the first time in history thatwe let out contracts for re-building before we actually started the war. I knewat that point it could only get worse!

935 Outright Lies told by the Bush Administration

FOLLOWING 9/11, PRESIDENT BUSH AND SEVEN TOP OFFICIALS OF HIS ADMINISTRATION WAGED A CAREFULLY ORCHESTRATED CAMPAIGN OF MISINFORMATION ABOUT THE THREAT POSED BY SADDAM HUSSEIN'S IRAQ. Follow this link for the information.

4,481 US Soldiers Killed, 32,195 Seriously Wounded as of Sept,30,2011

Spent & Approved War-Spending - About $900 billion of US taxpayers' funds spent or approved for spending through November 2010.

Lost & Unaccounted for in Iraq - $9 billion of US taxpayers' money and $549.7 milion in spare parts shipped in 2004 to US contractors. Also, per ABC News, 190,000 guns, including 110,000 AK-47 rifles.

Lost and Reported Stolen - $6.6 billion of U.S. taxpayers' money earmarked for Iraq reconstruction, reported on June 14, 2011 by Special inspector general for Iraq reconstruction Stuart Bowen who called it "the largest theft of funds in national history." (Source - CBS News) Last known holder of the $6.6 billion lost: the U.S. government.

Missing - $1 billion in tractor trailers, tank recovery vehicles, machine guns, rocket-propelled grenades and other equipment and services provided to the Iraqi security forces. (Per CBS News on Dec 6, 2007.)

Mismanaged & Wasted in Iraq - $10 billion, per Feb 2007 Congressional hearings

Halliburton Overcharges Classified by the Pentagon as Unreasonable and Unsupported - $1.4 billion

Amount paid to KBR, a former Halliburton division, to supply U.S. military in Iraq with food, fuel, housing and other items - $20 billion

Portion of the $20 billion paid to KBR that Pentagon auditors deem "questionable or supportable" - $3.2 billion

U.S. Annual Air-Conditioning Cost in Iraq and Afghanistan - $20.2 billion (Source - NPR, June 25, 2011)

U.S. 2009 Monthly Spending in Iraq - $7.3 billion as of Oct 2009

U.S. 2008 Monthly Spending in Iraq - $12 billion

U.S. Spending per Second - $5,000 in 2008 (per Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid on May 5, 2008)

Cost of deploying one U.S. soldier for one year in Iraq - $390,000

TROOPS IN IRAQ

Troops in Iraq - Total 40,000 U.S. troops. All other nations have withdrawn their troops.

U.S. Troop Casualties - 4,481 US troops; 98% male. 91% non-officers; 82% active duty, 11% National Guard; 74% Caucasian, 9% African-American, 11% Latino. 19% killed by non-hostile causes. 54% of US casualties were under 25 years old. 72% were from the US Army

Non-U.S. Troop Casualties - Total 316, with 179 from the UK

US Troops Wounded - 32,195, 20% of which are serious brain or spinal injuries. (Total excludes psychological injuries.)

US Troops with Serious Mental Health Problems - 30% of US troops develop serious mental health problems within 3 to 4 months of returning home

US Military Helicopters Downed in Iraq - 75 total, at least 36 by enemy fire

IRAQI TROOPS, CIVILIANS & OTHERS IN IRAQ

Private Contractors in Iraq, Working in Support of US Army Troops - More than 180,000 in August 2007, per TheNation.com..

Journalists killed - 150, 98 by murder and 52 by acts of war

Journalists killed by US Forces - 14

Iraqi Police and Soldiers Killed - 10,125, as of July 31, 2011

Iraqi Civilians Killed, Estimated - On October 22, 2010, ABC News reported "a secret U.S. government tally that puts the Iraqi (civilian) death toll over 100,000," information that was included in more than 400,000 military documents released by Wikileaks.com.

A UN issued report dated Sept 20, 2006 stating that Iraqi civilian casualties have been significantly under-reported. Casualties are reported at 50,000 to over 100,000, but may be much higher. Some informed estimates place Iraqi civilian casualities at over 600,000.

Iraqi Insurgents Killed, Roughly Estimated - 55,000

Non-Iraqi Contractors and Civilian Workers Killed - 572

Non-Iraqi Kidnapped - 306, including 57 killed, 147 released, 4 escaped, 6 rescued and 89 status unknown.

Daily Insurgent Attacks, Feb 2004 - 14

Daily Insurgent Attacks, July 2005 - 70

Daily Insurgent Attacks, May 2007 - 163

Estimated Insurgency Strength, Nov 2003 - 15,000

Estimated Insurgency Strength, Oct 2006 - 20,000 - 30,000

Estimated Insurgency Strength, June 2007 - 70,000

QUALITY OF LIFE INDICATORS

Iraqis Displaced Inside Iraq, by Iraq War, as of May 2007 - 2,255,000

Iraqi Refugees in Syria & Jordan - 2.1 million to 2.25 million

Iraqi Unemployment Rate - 27 to 60%, where curfew not in effect

Consumer Price Inflation in 2006 - 50%

Iraqi Children Suffering from Chronic Malnutrition - 28% in June 2007 (Per CNN.com, July 30, 2007)

Percent of professionals who have left Iraq since 2003 - 40%

Iraqi Physicians Before 2003 Invasion - 34,000

Iraqi Physicians Who Have Left Iraq Since 2005 Invasion - 12,000

Iraqi Physicians Murdered Since 2003 Invasion - 2,000

Average Daily Hours Iraqi Homes Have Electricity - 1 to 2 hours, per Ryan Crocker, U.S. Ambassador to Iraq (Per Los Angeles Times, July 27, 2007)

Average Daily Hours Iraqi Homes Have Electricity - 10.9 in May 2007

Average Daily Hours Baghdad Homes Have Electricity - 5.6 in May 2007

Pre-War Daily Hours Baghdad Homes Have Electricity - 16 to 24

Number of Iraqi Homes Connected to Sewer Systems - 37%

Iraqis without access to adequate water supplies - 70% (Per CNN.com, July 30, 2007)

Water Treatment Plants Rehabilitated - 22%

RESULTS OF POLL Taken in Iraq in August 2005 by the British Ministry of Defense(Source: Brookings Institute)

Iraqis "strongly opposed to presence of coalition troops - 82%

Iraqis who believe Coalition forces are responsible for any improvement in security - less than 1%

Iraqis who feel less ecure because of the occupation - 67%

Iraqis who do not have confidence in multi-national forces - 72%

Eliminating Issues of Race

2011-10-19T14:28:00.000-07:00

"Blood and Butterflies"

Eliminating Issues of Race

By John Harman Wed. Oct 19^th, 2011

Prejudice is making a judgment orassumption about someone or something before having enough knowledge to be ableto do so with guaranteed accuracy. Preconceived judgments toward people ofrace, social class, ethnicity, age, disability, obesity, religion, sexualorientation, or other personal characteristics is the act of prejudice.

Prejudice is learned and also is aDarwinian survival tool. Parents,religions, organizations, teams, and just about any other social structure youcan imagine teach prejudice in one form or another. If we could all just beprejudice against prejudice we would still have prejudice. That may sound like double talk but it is areality.

There are a number of questions toexplore to help us determine what is “racist” and what is not. Althoughold-style racism and the use of racial epithets have gradually diminished inmany countries, subtler forms of racism have flourished. Is this change animprovement? It is very common nowadays for teens to refer to each otherregardless of race as “my nigga”, and this is an expression of affection andclose friendship. Yet almost every teen is prejudice towards anyone over 30,calling them “old”

What is the difference betweenequal opportunity and affirmative action? Do the two policies contradict eachother? There is a constant debate on this topic. I am white, my wife is fromBrazil and looks white but is mixed but my step-daughter looks Latina eventhough she is mixed also. Who is what? If affirmative action is to continue,should its main goal be to remedy past discrimination, correct currentunfairness, promote diversity, or something else?

Do you support or oppose the ideaof racial profiling (for example, greater scrutiny of Arab passengers) inairport security?

If profiling on the basis of raceis wrong, is it also wrong to profile on the basis of gender? For instance, isit wrong for a woman walking alone to take greater protective measures whenencountering a male stranger than a female stranger?

In cases of adoption, shouldagencies try to match the race of children and parents, or should adoptions becarried out in a race-blind manner?

Does the existence of Black,Latino, and Asian student groups combat racism, reinforce separatism, both, orneither?

I think it is important that weteach ourselves, our children and others that until we can view each other assimply human we cannot end racism or prejudice. It is more important to listen toour hearts than our heads. The dogmathrust on us by organizations is simple that, dogma.

Desmond Morris in his book TheHuman Zoo: A Zoologist's Study of the Urban Animal had a very astute observationthat may help all of us in teaching ourselves to see people as people and getover our past prejudices. “In littlemore than a single century from 1820 to 1945, no less than fifty-nine millionhuman animals were killed in inter-group clashes of one sort or another.... Wedescribe these killings as men behaving "like animals," but if wecould find a wild animal that showed signs of acting this way, it would be moreprecise to describe it as behaving like men.”

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Will Justin Bieber Last?

2011-10-18T11:01:00.000-07:00

Will Justin Bieber Last?

Born March 1, 1994, in Ontario, Canada to a single mother,Justin Bieber took second place in a local talent competition but turned into aYouTube phenomenon. He signed a record contract with Usher and became the firstsolo artist to have four singles enter the Top 40 before the release of a debutalbum. His record "My World" has gone platinum in several countries.He lives and works in Atlanta.

The bigquestion of all music sensations is will he last?

Bieberalways had an interest in music. His mother gave him a drum kit for his secondbirthday and, as he tells it, he was "basically banging on everything Icould get my hands on." As he matures will he again “bang” on everything?At this point he seems more grounded than most young Stars because of hismothers’ strong influence but fame, money and millions of girls ready to take “Allthat he’s got” could change him quickly.

Justin andSelena Gomez caused a stir over the past year by dating and hanging out. No one will likely every know the reality ordepth or their relationship but what it does tell you is that he is likesgirls, cute girls and maybe he is even sexually active. The question parentswant to know is how young is old enough to be in a sexual relationship?

Justin isstill the romantic fantasy of millions of teenage and younger girls. Justin byallowing himself to be seen with Selena has only fired more emotions in hisfans, that being the emotion of either jealousy or disappointment that in thefake statements you see so often “If he is happy with her I am happy for him”

Justin is growingup and so are his fans. Where the rocket ship to his galactic fame will takehim only time will tell.

Gandhi, Martin Luther King and the World Spring

2011-10-17T19:16:00.000-07:00

"Blood and Butterflies"

Gandhi, Martin Luther King and the World Spring

Unlike the Arab Spring it is of the utmost importance thatif the 99% Protests are to turn into a Worldwide Revolution then we must adhereto a philosophy of non-violence. Like achild finding his identity the protests are growing and themes are emerging. We want Peace not War, we want Love not Hateand we want money put to use to heal humanity and our planet. Greed and corruptionare evil. Cultural, Religious, and Ideological differences can exist if theyare based on the needs of the many and not the few. In this light I offer a few words of wisdomfrom two great leaders of Revolutions so we can maintain a non-violentundertow.

It is importantto remember that in all great revolutions by the masses throughout the historyof mankind that one third of the people will be for the revolution, one thirdsilent, and one third against. In this case it appears we may have much highernumbers for a Worldwide Revolution and as long as we can maintain composure thewaves of humanity pounding on the evil of greed and corruption will break thewalls of injustice.

Iwould add my own words of wisdom to this movement as it grows and evolves.

“Leaders will emerge to carry thetorch of Peace and Equality, follow their torch but never worship the leader.”

Martin Luther King Jr.

“Change does not roll in on thewheels of inevitability, but comes through continuous struggle. And so we muststraighten our backs and work for our freedom. A man can't ride you unless yourback is bent.”

“A nation that continues yearafter year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of socialuplift is approaching spiritual doom.”

“I believe that unarmed truth andunconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right,temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant.”

“Law and order exist for thepurpose of establishing justice and when they fail in this purpose they becomethe dangerously structured dams that block the flow of social progress”

Mohandas Gandhi

“Non-violence is not a garment tobe put on and off at will. Its seat is in the heart, and it must be aninseparable part of our being.”

“Non-violence is the greatestforce at the disposal of mankind. It is mightier than the mightiest weapon ofdestruction devised by the ingenuity of man.”

“You can chain me, you cantorture me, you can even destroy this body, but you will never imprison mymind.”

“You must not lose faith inhumanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, theocean does not become dirty.”

“Man's nature is not essentiallyevil. Brute nature has been known to yield to the influence of love. You mustnever despair of human nature.”

“To deprive a man of his naturalliberty and to deny to him the ordinary amenities of life is worse thanstarving the body; it is starvation of the soul, the dweller in the body.”

“We may have our private opinionsbut why should they be a bar to the meeting of hearts?”

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Sugar Cane, Human Pain and Herman Cain

2011-10-14T20:01:00.000-07:00

"Blood and Butterflies"

Sugar Cane, Human Pain and Herman Cain

I have visited in Brazil many timesover the past 20 years. Brazil is an interesting country for a number ofreasons. Culturally unlike what is portrayed in the US media they have prettygood morals. They have a fun culture with lots of great food and music. The disparitybetween the rich and poor (1% vs. 99%) is worse than America but it is changinga bit. One thing that is very interesting is that 20 years ago because Brazilthough they had no oil they initiated a program to run cars on alcohol madefrom sugar cane. They grew vast amounts of sugar cane and the program was verysuccessful. About 10 years ago they discovered vast oil reserves off shorenorth of Rio de Janeiro. The problem was the reserves were in deep water but technologyadvanced and now they are being tapped. Thereoil is owned and run by the Federal Government and the company is a quasi-publiccompany called Petróleo Brasileiro S.A. or Petrobras. It is the largest company in Latin America bymarket capitalization and revenue, and the largest company headquartered in theSouthern Hemisphere by market value. Thecompany was founded in 1953. While the company ceased to be Brazil's legalmonopolist in the oil industry in 1997, it remains a significant oil producer,with output of more than 2 million barrels (320,000 m3) of oil equivalent perday, as well as a major distributor of oil products. In September 2010Petrobras conducted the largest share sale in history, when US$72.8 billionworth of shares in the company were sold on the BM&F Bovespa stock exchange.Upon the sale Petrobras immediately became the fourth-largest company in theworld measured by market capitalization.

Brazil is going to have arevolution of the 1% and soon. Haman sufferings and injustices can only be hidfor so long before people rise up as we are now doing in the US. The differenceof course is that they still have lots of sugar cane and we only have used teabags and Herman Cain! No puns intended but implied yes! We have let our One Percentsend vast amounts of jobs overseas and allowed them to manipulate markets sothat the US dollar is artificially propped up via borrowing from China. Thoughour oil reserves are vast we have enough compassion for our Mother Earth not tocontinue to rape her worse than she has already been raped. We have the most advanced clean energytechnologies but our corporate owned politicians are but scared puppets on astring driven by their own greed so we bury those technologies and now that wehave sold out America there are no legislative with any courage to fund them.

The good thing about sugar cane isthat when it starts to rot you can suck on it and get drunk, sort of like acheap but sweet version of rum. We are rotting at the core of our country. Wethe people has become we the corporate bottom line. It is difficult to throw yourself a life linewhen you fall overboard.

Short Shorts - Cool and Not Cool

2011-10-14T10:14:00.000-07:00

"Blood and Butterflies"

Short Shorts - Cool and Not Cool

So what is Cool and What is not Cool with Short Shorts?

The views from the street and from the guys is clear. Short shorts are hot but beware girls you can look really stupid if you do not know what is cool and what is not. So we will give you a little information to keep in mind that may help you from being totally embarrassed and having guys laugh at you.

Rule 1 - If you are too fat and have too much cellulite do not wear short shorts. They just point out that you need to get in the gym and tighten up that booty.

Rule 2 - Cutoffs and pockets out are much cooler than the hemmed ones. Hemmed short shorts make you look like you went to too much effort to find them. The best one are the ones you make yourself. Pockets out and hanging low are much hotter and much sexier.

Rule 3 - Wear a thong! OMG! panties hanging out do not turn on anyone and make you look trashy and totally not cool. Thong or no panties is fine even if you can see the thong on the sides at the top.

Rule 4 - How short and how much ass you have hanging out depends on the situation. You can't wear the super short sexy ones to school, but to the club, the beach is fine as long as you know how to handle it and know you are hot.

Rule 5 - If you can't have fun and enjoy how they make you feel then just forget it. Be yourself and own them. It is all about how you feel and you feel wearing them around friends and others. If you have a "jealous" boyfriend you may make him worse if you look to sexy or you may turn him on. Only you know and only you can own your style.

Conservative but Cool because no hem!

Lame because it has a hem!

Depends where you are not for school!

Not Cool! Panties hanging out. Use a thong!

Cool! Homemade! The Belt is not too cool though should be smaller!

Ok for School. No hem is good!

Ok for Beach not for School but if you have cellulite do not wear this ever!

How the 99% loses to the 1% but Thinks they Win!

2011-10-11T12:42:00.000-07:00

As a member of Future Society I sometimes feel theobligation to make a few predictions based on current events and news.

Occupy WallStreet, Yeah!, the people are becoming more aware of how the Bush Administrationraped America in the name of corporate greed. Many economists in hindsight believe we should have let many of the bigbanks fail and kept bailout money in the Treasury.The reality is most all of the Tarp Money has been paid back with interest and actually didhelp to prevent a Global economic collapse.What is also unfortunate is that many of the same economists are still at theirwits end to find a way to stimulate economy without war. War has been thehistorical driving force of our economy. Troop withdrawalshave moved forward with the Obama Administration and at the same time the technologicaldevelopments with the war machine have thrust forward creating a landscape of catchup amongst the nations that want to be like “Mike” i.e.; be like the USMilitary.

Iran is thenext US target directly in our crosshairs. They are on the verge ofnuclear long range weapons, they have a repressive autocratic government andmost of the Iranians of Jewish faiths are in the USA and Western Europe. Recent proof of Iranian State sponsored terrorismis all that is needed to light the fuse. How long that fuse is, is the only question.

Weather Obamawins or a Republican wins makes little difference in the long run as thecorporate controlled military war complex is ready to stimulate our economy andfree Iran. The question is not if we take action but when. Selling a “War” to the American populous maynot even be that difficult if more evidence of Iranian State sponsored terrorismor actual evidence of terrorist acts emerge over the coming months.

The bigquestion of course is getting China and Russia either on board or neutral. Any combination of neutral or on board ismost likely good enough and again it is not a matter of if that will happen butof when it will happen.

The Economywill jump back to life like it always has when we take the lead in the worldpromoting Democracy and freeing the Masses from Dictators and Autocrats. Unfortunately for the 99%, the 1% will geteven richer but no one will care once the War economy is back in fullthrottle. In the meantime the economists can thinks of ways to initiate a "Green Economy" but that most likely is decades away.

"Blood and Butterflies"

Why Women will Rule the Planet!

2011-08-24T10:42:00.000-07:00

"Blood and Butterflies"

Women vs. Men or Why Women will Rule the Planet!

By John C. Harman, Kinesiology

OMG I am a man! Guys please don’t hate me! LOL

5-16-2011

Statisticsand trends are the fodder for Scientists such as me to speculate about thefuture. Statistics are specific or generalized facts gathered from data. Trendscan and do change. The list of resources at the bottom will show statistics andtrends.

The firstquestion arising from the premise stated in the title of this article that Ihave received from others is in regard to the word “Rule”. Many people havestated to me why do people need to “Rule”, be they men or women. My answer isthat people do rule others. I would refer you to Desmond Morris’s works andother modern social scientists.

The secondcommon question is in regard to “needs”. Many women and men have commented tome that men will always need women and vice versa. My answer to that statementis the question, “Do you feel better being needy or independent?”

There aretwo basic forms of culture, patriarchal and matriarchal, the trends in manypatriarchal cultures is evolving towards matriarchal. The reason for this isthat the modern western concept of “equality” for men and women is spreadingvia information technology at an increasing pace. Though statistics do not showthat “Equality” for women has been achieved in the United States and otherwestern countries they do show that there is a trend towards equality and thatthe ideology of equality is taking hold in even the most abusive cultures.Democracy and capitalism is also spreading and the premise of capitalism is tocreate goods, services and open markets. This requires workers on all levels. Societies that hold back women willbe left behind if women are not allowed full and equal access to education,politics and jobs.

The problemof equality for women in western society is that we are entering a stage whereequality requires more detailed definitions of equality for the various aspectsof society. The medical community is seeing the results of equality in sports,military, and other aspects of society requiring physical endeavors by women.The results are becoming alarming in regards to physical injuries. Yes, men andwomen are different physiologically. This is well known by the scientificcommunity but not taken into account as often as it should be by legislativeentities. This will change in the future and we will see steady progresstowards new definitions of equality.

The way wepredict the future is by observing the facts, trends, current technologies andthen predicting possible outcomes. Time frames, implementation ofmethodologies, and various environmental factors are not facts because theyhave yet to occur. Predictability is within science but not of science. A majorityof humans still believe they have “psychic” abilities and who is to say they donot. Science as revealed that women tend to possess these abilities more thanmen, but that is a generality because of the fact that we can only samplemodern people.

Babies cannow be grown “in vitro”, artificial wombs exist and this is going to pose amoral question for humanity. The trend will continue and science will advancemaking this procedure less expensive where it is legal. Laws will vary worldwide. Hitler’s ideologyof the perfect race is now medically feasible. Women can now choose the genderof their child. Religions that dictate individual issues regarding the choiceof partner, child, and body will decline as education advances. These religions and cultural mores will haveto adopt their ideologies to protect and advance women. How quickly and withwhat resistance we cannot predict. When the Pope is a woman, I will agree therehas been some change.

War is heading towards“Humanitarian Protection” as seen in the first effort by Nato in regards toLibya. Technology is also making war less deadly to the human. What this meansis that more and more women will have positions in militaries. I wouldpersonally interpret that as a good sign for humanity because women are lessaggressive than men unless of course controlled by men. War will becomeobsolete. We will not enter an era of “World Peace” but an era of “HumanitarianWar” and “Humanitarian” must include women and children therefore theoverthrowing of autocrats and dictators that do not allow equality willaccelerate.

The acceleration of education willbenefit all of humanity but in the balance of equality for women it willdramatically push the scale in favor or women. As “labor” becomes more and moredone by advanced technical machines the need for the male prowess willdiminish. An example is the rice we ship from Northern California never touchesthe human hand and there are many more. Education will also empower women to“demand respect” once the concept of “equality” is defined in a way that is physiologically more clear forboth men and women. By “demand respect”women will feel empowered to more clearly take roles in leadership on alllevels of society.

The bond of male and female humansmay never end even after the day we have to send frozen embryos as a means of spreadingour species to other planets (that is a pure speculation!) or it may end due to the fact that we may killour planet. Either way if we are to develop a balanced and focused “World View”that allows us to have a peaceful and environmentally balanced planet womenwill have to step to the forefront and lead the way. Choice, compromise, andunderstanding the various elements of what we humans call intelligence arecritical factors. Women much more than men believe in peace and compromise.Emotional intelligence, self-control and self-awareness are traits predominatedby women due to their evolutionary role as mother.

What are your views?

Partial list of sources and references.

http://unstats.un.org/unsd/demographic/products/indwm/

http://www.ask.com/wiki/Male–female_income_disparity_in_the_United_States

http://www.paganlibrary.com/editorials/women_vs_men.php

http://usgovinfo.about.com/od/censusandstatistics/a/paygapgrows.htm

http://members.cox.net/kdrum/Menwomensports.htm

http://depressionsymptoms.net/statistics/

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/07/09/education/09college.html

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16698153/ns/technology_and_science-science/t/women-drivers-theyre-safer-men/

http://www.xs4all.nl/~pjbrink/apekool/100/064.html

http://www.forbes.com/2009/01/12/women-economy-health-flew-cx_kb_0112suicide.html

http://www.forbes.com/2008/05/28/gender-strategy-behavior-lead-manage-cx_mk_0528sexes.html

http://www.isisrising.net/berg_html/Women_vs._Men.html

Healing.

Tantric Healing Ritual can be used Female to Female and Maleto Female, not Male to Male. This is asimplified and modern version based on Taoist, Buddhist, and other ancientmethods.

Tantric Ritual Healing

This ritual focuses on healing your specific issues. You canaddress the areas of your life you wish to enhance and/or explore newpossibilities. You will expand and explore your physical and spiritual feelings. When two trees grow side by side and lean oneach other then when winds of change blow if one falls so does the other. Developingyour capacities and skills individually enables a relationship to gain trustand strength.

In ancient Indiasexuality was taught, just like math or sports. It was equally important tolearn how to be versed in lovemaking and intimacy as it was to read and write.

This not the casetoday because of the fear of guilt that exists surrounding sexuality today. Wegrow up with a lot of mixed messages from our parents, friends, our church, andeven our own bodies. This can cause confusion, shame, and lack of a positiveself-image. The majority of men havevery limited knowledge of the female body and this often makes the firstexperiences for many women with sexuality either uncomfortable or painful (becauseof their partners lack of knowledge). Pain is not pleasure and pain does notlead to pleasure.

We all have what are called automatic and systematicphysical responses. For example when youhave cold or the flu you have congestion in your lungs and this makes youcough. This is a systematic response. Onthe other hand when your lungs are scarred from an illness you may also developa chronic cough which is triggered by the scarring. In other words you do not really need tocough but the scarring makes you cough. This is an automatic response and not aresponse from an illness.

When women have rough or forced sexually experiences theresponse develops for them and they become closed emotionally and physically tobeing able to fully enjoy and allow their bodies reach orgasms.

When these orother emotions are not fully expressed, they can create physical stress, butcan also prohibit sexual energy from reaching the brain. This will limit aperson's ability to feel pleasure.

The emotions thatmost frequently affect sexual response are guilt, fear, and shame. Pain fromany form of abuse, physical or mental, also causes blocks.

This ceremony has its origins in the Tantric tradition. Ithas been designed to facilitate opening your heart, charging your chakras,heightening body awareness, connecting you to your breath and higher self andmuch more. This ceremony is for those of you who are ready to embark on theTantric path.

Goddess Spot Massage

This ceremony is asession that focuses on female sexual response, healing, and awakening of thewoman's sexual center and entire system. Sacred spot or G-spot massage for women can be a powerful way to help awoman clear abuse issues and open to greater levels of ecstatic pleasure.

This is a veryintimate ritual. The giver pays special attention to the woman's comfort andsafety. Lots of eye contact and verbal communication are encouraged. The touchis very gentle but the feeling of healing is very deep. Some women experiencemultiple orgasms and wave after wave of pleasure. There is o sex, only touch inthe ceremony. Women who seek moresensation, want to clear issues of molestation, or learn to ejaculate cangreatly benefit from this session. It is also a way to free emotional tension andstress from the body.

With properinstruction, a woman may move quickly and powerfully through the issues thatprevent her from exuberantly enjoying her sexual, sensual nature. There is alsothe potential for experiencing full-body orgasm. Full-body orgasm is a profoundand spiritual occurrence that can be transformational and healing.

The work is alsouseful for simply reducing the tension and stress from our busy lives. Asession involving sacred spot work can be one of re-flowering. This can removenegative imprints from her first sexual experience, so that more positivesexual memories can come forward in her life. The sexual system, located in thesecond chakra, is the most vulnerable to being shut down by our life traumas.Freud and the psychology that has followed him in the western world, works fromthis premise. The result is a diminishment of life force throughout the entirebody and being. It is rare that a woman has not experienced some form of sexualmistreatment, intrusion or harassment. None of us get ideal information aboutour sexuality and our bodies. Both men and women should be aware of demeaningand violent images that are prevalent in the media, Cultures, Religions, andPhilosophies, of men inflicting harm on women. Understanding that our original“Mother” is our planet and that humanism must include our planet as a whole willbegin to remove these layers of distress.

Jobs, Economy, NBA, & The American Way

2011-06-09T07:16:00.001-07:00

Jobs, Economy, NBA, & The American Way

So do you need a job? Unemployed? Worried about China and all the labor now overseas? Has the USA been sold out? There are a lot of questions, huh?

The problems are in the questions. Jobs are plentiful, that is if you are on facebook and give blow jobs to the wealthy! Ha ha. Funny. Seriously, do your research. Economy historically has been based on WAR. There are plenty worldwide. Our debt is not a worry, we can always sell more weapons to new (Democratic/Capitalistic) revolutions around the world. As Nike would say, “Just do it!. The dollar going down, so what. Seriously who cares as long as a “Big Mac” is not too much. New industries, cheap energy, think of that, cheap energy… Who cares, cheap energy? The cost of a tank of gas? Gas? Oil? It pollutes our planet! If you can ride your horse, bike, and walk or just park your fat ass in a hotel or at home and find people on facebook that like tweeting their “private parts” back and forth, well, you can save the environment by not driving!

So satirically speaking, the NBA is OBAMA’S only hope. He needs to make the final free throw to win the game. I mean who do we have in the finals that shoots left handed? You tell me!

Seriously folks, If you want a good job get a good education. It is Free Now. http://www.Kahnacademy.org The G-7 and G-12 and all the “World Organizations”, NATO, UN etc. need to get together and focus on taking care of not just “humans, freedom, and capitalistic gains, but on how to create a harmonious and sustainable environment for our Planet because we are killing it. Stop the Planet Killing Now. Take the Cash out of your Ass and sit on the edge of the cliff because Shaq is ready to push you over.

"Blood and Butterflies"

Conversations with Wilt Chamberlin

2011-06-08T09:16:00.000-07:00

Conversations with Wilt Chamberlin

Women Sports in the USA

I am sitting at this Reggae Club, bar, early evening, 1996. There sits Wilt. I sat down next to him and noticed how he had aged. We had played Volleyball on the beach in Santa Monica when I was 15 and 16 years old. ’70 –‘71 He looked over at me and said “I remember you, that kid from beach! You were a great Volleyball player, what do you now?” We laughed I bought him another drink and we talked. We talked a lot about the up-coming WNBA. He said it would be a flop. Women needed to be in shorter shorts and dunk, not play 10 foot rims. Wilt loved women. What a lot of the media and people don’t understand is the “Love” part of the latter sentence. Wilt treated women with a lot of equality. He was one of the first people to start a women’s track club. At the same time he recognized the difference in men and women and realized that in general men were able to see beauty in a fit toned athletic woman. Sport was another story and the question of “equality” as mandated by socio/political interpretations was clearly going to be an obstacle to women developing professional sports leagues.

What Wilt and I recognized in that conversation was that until women took “Control” of the sports they played by changing the rules of those sports, making them “entertaining” (As David Stearn has done with the NBA), and knowing marketing then Women’s sports would not be as popular as men sports.

The WPS (Women’s Professional Soccer) is the most recent flop in Women’s Sports and they clearly had a great opportunity with so many top world players. But they had to follow OldFatWhiteMan, the OFWM, oops I mean FIFA. No Balls their Ladies of the WPS. The tried this year year to make it more entertaining externally, but the game still sucked of 1-0 soccer. The WNBA is 100% supported by the NBA, going no where fast.

So my question is when is a group of really smart people going to come up with the next “Roller Derby” in soccer or basketball and spice it up, more scoring, etc. for women?

"Blood and Butterflies"

Hamas, Palestine, Israel and Obamas’ Wall of Gold.

2011-05-21T22:48:00.000-07:00

"Blood and Butterflies"

Hamas, Palestine, Israel and Obamas’ Wall of Gold.

I throw my hat in the Obama ring for 2012 elections; it is clear now he is a few steps ahead of pundits, analysts, and critics. I ask you one question, what are the two top secret forces in the World?

If you know the answer to that you know the answer to why he is a few steps ahead and you understand that both the Israel Prime Minister and Obama are very intelligent men and both spoke privately before they spoke publicly. Draw your own conclusions for the future but be sure to include all options even though “Peace” may seem a distant goal and hard to achieve do not discount the minds of very intelligent men backed by other very intelligent men and elite intelligent and military forces. Violence though often leading to violence can at times prevent further violence especially today due to the fact of media coverage of the events. Global views can change very quickly due to internet openness and the large number of US and other countries foreign nationals from turbulent areas.

Leaders internationally are aware of the need for education if economies are to flourish in Democratic societies governed by less and less corrupt leaders and administrators. Open trade is an essential when certain basic humanitarian goals are prioritized. The elite wealth is now well aware of this transformation from war based economy to stabilization followed by open trade and humanitarian goals as a form of economy. There is plenty of “Gold” to go around Worldwide as the bandwagon of stabilization and openness creates new markets, and trade. New innovations will advance a “Global View” faster than we can imagine and with a few generations education will be generous to all of mankind via technology and increased Democracies.

Elitism in its purist form may never totally leave Mankind as we are but the “human ape” territorial and transgressed due to many factors. Education is the key. Learning from young ages that “Emotional Intelligence” and caring for the poor, hurt and diseased is a collective higher conscious of humanity that propagate visions of harmony and good will is essential to work towards a stable planet.

Corruption, Greed, and the “back room deals”, will always be a statistic but we have to be wary that Countries with high numbers are often those prosecuting more cases and we should view this as not good or bad but essential to protect crimes against humanity.

The next phase will be that towards a Planet focused on “Pure Harmony” outside of borders, religions and ideologies. Silicon technology will foster this concept with ideologies and advancement of science in education.

Violent and psychotic behaviors will be able to be detected sooner and sooner allowing for faster treatments, plans, strategies and courses of action. This will benefit local communities.

The difference between the pundits and critics of Obama and Obama is that the pundits and critics base their views on an older “World View” and have not seen behind the veil of “Elitism” to that of very fast moving and evolving social trends. Music and Video has boomed worldwide. Capitalism and women’s rights are known everywhere. The populisms of “Self Governing” is spreading like wild fire and drawing extremely courageous people to protest in harsh and dangerous surroundings. The freedom train has left the station so get on board.

Women vs. Men or Why Women will Rule the Planet!

2011-05-16T12:25:00.000-07:00

Read my New Novel "Blood and Butterflies" at http://www.FemalesLive.biz

Women vs. Men or Why Women will Rule the Planet!

By John C. Harman, Kinesiology

OMG I am a man! Guys please don’t hate me! LOL

5-16-2011

Statistics and trends are the fodder for Scientists such as me to speculate about the future. Statistics are specific or generalized facts gathered from data. Trends can and do change. The list of resources at the bottom will show statistics and trends.

The first question arising from the premise stated in the title of this article that I have received from others is in regard to the word “Rule”. Many people have stated to me why do people need to “Rule”, be they men or women. My answer is that people do rule others. I would refer you to Desmond Morris’s works and other modern social scientists.

The second common question is in regard to “needs”. Many women and men have commented to me that men will always need women and vice versa. My answer to that statement is the question, “Do you feel better being needy or independent?”

There are two basic forms of culture, patriarchal and matriarchal, the trends in many patriarchal cultures is evolving towards matriarchal. The reason for this is that the modern western concept of “equality” for men and women is spreading via information technology at an increasing pace. Though statistics do not show that “Equality” for women has been achieved in the United States and other western countries they do show that there is a trend towards equality and that the ideology of equality is taking hold in even the most abusive cultures. Democracy and capitalism is also spreading and the premise of capitalism is to create goods, services and open markets. This requires workers on all levels. Societies that hold back women will be left behind if women are not allowed full and equal access to education, politics and jobs.

The problem of equality for women in western society is that we are entering a stage where equality requires more detailed definitions of equality for the various aspects of society. The medical community is seeing the results of equality in sports, military, and other aspects of society requiring physical endeavors by women. The results are becoming alarming in regards to physical injuries. Yes, men and women are different physiologically. This is well known by the scientific community but not taken into account as often as it should be by legislative entities. This will change in the future and we will see steady progress towards new definitions of equality.

The way we predict the future is by observing the facts, trends, current technologies and then predicting possible outcomes. Time frames, implementation of methodologies, and various environmental factors are not facts because they have yet to occur. Predictability is within science but not of science. A majority of humans still believe they have “psychic” abilities and who is to say they do not. Science as revealed that women tend to possess these abilities more than men, but that is a generality because of the fact that we can only sample modern people.

Babies can now be grown “in vitro”, artificial wombs exist and this is going to pose a moral question for humanity. The trend will continue and science will advance making this procedure less expensive where it is legal. Laws will vary worldwide. Hitler’s ideology of the perfect race is now medically feasible. Women can now choose the gender of their child. Religions that dictate individual issues regarding the choice of partner, child, and body will decline as education advances. These religions and cultural mores will have to adopt their ideologies to protect and advance women. How quickly and with what resistance we cannot predict. When the Pope is a woman, I will agree there has been some change.

War is heading towards “Humanitarian Protection” as seen in the first effort by Nato in regards to Libya. Technology is also making war less deadly to the human. What this means is that more and more women will have positions in militaries. I would personally interpret that as a good sign for humanity because women are less aggressive than men unless of course controlled by men. War will become obsolete. We will not enter an era of “World Peace” but an era of “Humanitarian War” and “Humanitarian” must include women and children therefore the overthrowing of autocrats and dictators that do not allow equality will accelerate.

The acceleration of education will benefit all of humanity but in the balance of equality for women it will dramatically push the scale in favor or women. As “labor” becomes more and more done by advanced technical machines the need for the male prowess will diminish. An example is the rice we ship from Northern California never touches the human hand and there are many more. Education will also empower women to “demand respect” once the concept of “equality” is defined in a way that is physiologically more clear for both men and women. By “demand respect” women will feel empowered to more clearly take roles in leadership on all levels of society.

The bond of male and female humans may never end even after the day we have to send frozen embryos as a means of spreading our species to other planets (that is a pure speculation!) or it may end due to the fact that we may kill our planet. Either way if we are to develop a balanced and focused “World View” that allows us to have a peaceful and environmentally balanced planet women will have to step to the forefront and lead the way. Choice, compromise, and understanding the various elements of what we humans call intelligence are critical factors. Women much more than men believe in peace and compromise. Emotional intelligence, self-control and self-awareness are traits predominated by women due to their evolutionary role as mother.

What are your views?

Partial list of sources and references.

http://unstats.un.org/unsd/demographic/products/indwm/

http://www.ask.com/wiki/Male–female_income_disparity_in_the_United_States

http://www.paganlibrary.com/editorials/women_vs_men.php

http://usgovinfo.about.com/od/censusandstatistics/a/paygapgrows.htm

http://members.cox.net/kdrum/Menwomensports.htm

http://depressionsymptoms.net/statistics/

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/07/09/education/09college.html

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16698153/ns/technology_and_science-science/t/women-drivers-theyre-safer-men/

http://www.xs4all.nl/~pjbrink/apekool/100/064.html

http://www.forbes.com/2009/01/12/women-economy-health-flew-cx_kb_0112suicide.html

http://www.forbes.com/2008/05/28/gender-strategy-behavior-lead-manage-cx_mk_0528sexes.html

http://www.isisrising.net/berg_html/Women_vs._Men.html

Obama, Yo Mama, Sac a Gold and the Band of Six on a Camel Sipping Tea

2011-04-15T17:24:00.000-07:00

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Obama, Yo Mama, Sac a Gold and the Band of Six on a Camel Sipping Tea

It is all Good in Lala Land. HOME OF THE ENTITLEMENT HEAVEN – CALLED U.S.A. LA BaBy!

CA is broke and the USA will be broke in the future unless entitlements programs, education, and City up government programs are hit HARD. Illegals need to be made legal ASAP to pay taxes and the “I cannot marry and walk in with any Kid and get welfare reality has to end”

Court and legal systems are overwhelmed because of “The People” are not people of the Kennedy era “Ask not what your Country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country” That is NOT REALITY MY FRIENDS AND FOES. We are of the Bling it Baby, Let’s go Global and F paying my taxes onshore, offshore or in the drawer. Please raise my Social Security, Welfare, and a give me a decent non-corrupt Police and Political System. I just put some money in the meter in Los Angeles and it was a digital meter, it took my money and gave me no time. I had to drive two blocks away to park and lost my coin. That is very lame. Big Brother taking my coin because I have A.D.D. and can’t read a sign, what about all the people that can’t read English?

So if you were on the boat with that Camel, what and whom would you throw off? Your Mama, Obama, the 30 Santa Monica School District Administrators making over $200,000 a year, Unload weapons to all the World Revolutions at a discount price, (that would take a lot of weight off of the boat). The Gold? Mm. Well that is sort of a God vs. Israel thing and not an easy situation to deal with, but what the heck, sack them right overboard. All the welfare and entitlement people? Mmm. What to do there, well if you drug them enough they will just fall overboard anyway along with most the old people. Plus if the food starts to run out you want young fresh meat.

The conclusion if you get the jest is that there are solutions to all problems, what there is not a solution to is the “Greed” of Human Nature, Nationalism, Secularism, un-compromising Old Ladies sipping tea, and talking about the days of old. The grey cloud of “back room deals” has hit the World in a massive way. The Gods are Money, Power, Greed, and a mass of un-educated humans destroying their planet in the name of (what?), put your own words there. Just be sure to blame someone else.

Congratulate the UN on taking action against a Dictator and may they offer more solutions to Global Problems. Our US Senate and Congress, along with Obama and that Sack of Gold, seem to be having a hard time of it.

There are simple solutions but unless based in humanism and methodologies that start at City Level, to County, to State, to Federal it won’t work. Cutting takes hunks out of the Federal Debt, but does not end cronyism, kick-backs, corruption and schemes to “cheat the system” from the bottom up. How much do we want “Big Brother” involved in our affairs? What are the borders? The Federal government has lost control of the very intent it was founded on which was to allow Cities, Counties, and States to operate within Federal guidelines. Now because those Federal guidelines have become sand bagged, skirted, ignored, and piled higher and higher on rhetorical legal lingo the systems are broken. Will We the People fix it? I wonder if we can. I wonder if there is enough non-apathetic and enough truly humanistic people that have the courage to do it. Do you wonder too?

What say you?

ABUSE IN CLUB SPORTS AND SCHOOL SPORTS

2011-04-14T10:06:00.001-07:00

"Blood and Butterflies"

Child abuse is the physical, sexual or emotional mistreatment of children.^[1] In the United States, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) define child maltreatment as any act or series of acts of commission or omission by a parent or other caregiver that results in harm, potential for harm, or threat of harm to a child.^[2] Most child abuse occurs in a child's home, with a smaller amount occurring in the organizations, schools or communities the child interacts with. There are four major categories of child abuse: neglect, physical abuse, psychological/emotional abuse, and child sexual abuse.
Different jurisdictions have developed their own definitions of what constitutes child abuse for the purposes of removing a child from his/her family and/or prosecuting a criminal charge. According to the Journal of Child Abuse and Neglect, child abuse is "any recent act or failure to act on the part of a parent or caretaker which results in death, serious physical or emotional harm, sexual abuse or exploitation, an act or failure to act which presents an imminent risk of serious harm

The above definition is quite clear. Those are the US Federal Laws. So how is it that we have given more rope to coaches, club leagues, and trainers in our society than to everyone else, including actual teachers?

Do you know the incidences of hazing and sexual abuse is twice has high in sports? Do you realize that more girls are sexually molested in high school sports and that the number one sexual molesters in all levels of our school systems are coaches! Yet we often look the other way hoping our child will "Be a Star" or get a college scholarship.

After the Bobby Knight era most coaches have toned down the verbal abuse but the physical abuse inflicted on children that still have growing bones, tendon and ligaments is reaching epidemic proportions in the US. Club teams have sprung up for every sport with strong connections to local High Schools making it almost mandatory for many young athletes to play on a club team if they want to play in the High School. Every university asks on there recruitment forms "What club team have you played for" Does this mean the Universities becasue of ther "Hand Off" NCAA Regulations actually condones Self Regulated Club Organizations? Are these "Club Organizations" given a free ride becasue of their affiliations with Olympic Development Progarams? Our society has somehow granted full immunity to these club teams, the organizations and leagues in regard to child abuse mainly casued by pushing the children to the brink of exhaustion, use of control manipulation via anger, and other acts of abuse. Yet we, the PEOPLE, parents look the other way 'HOPING OUR KID WILL BE A STAR AND MAKE THE HS TEAM?) There is a dissconnect. Physically coaches often drive children to exhaustion with weekend tournaments requiring multiple games that stress our youth in their most vunerable developmental years. Recent statistics show the children playing with these "Self Regulated" Club Organizations is reaching an empidemic level in the US.! How have we allowed this to happen?

We allow our children to travel with coaches and the rate of sexual abuse has also steadily increased. Do you know that kids that are sexually abuse by a coach are 50% less likely to report it! The reason is that they are too scared to to lose their "Sports Dream'", or that of their parents.

Children's sports in the US is fully developing into a social-business based in manipulation and attrition. We have untrained and often obsessed coaches (often a parents) with little knowledge of the human developing body and our children are paying for it with multiple injuries and abuse.

A good example of of over coaching/training and creating injury would be Tiger woods knee surgeries. Tiger started golf at 2 yrs old When he was in his early teens he learned what is called the "Snap Move" in golf. It is where you hyper-extend your knee to create more a powerful swing. Because Tiger did this move from a youth into adulthood, he stretched ligaments in his knee and this eventually lead to ligament tears. If he would have waited until he was an adult to incorporate the move into his swing he would have not developed his knee problems so early in his career.

The Intial Point of Impact

2011-03-06T11:48:00.000-08:00

The Initial Point of Impact

There may not always be a starting point, a God, a Creator or a Big Bang but there is always and Initial Point of Impact. What does this mean and why is it important in our daily lives?

What this means is that everything is based on causality. For example, there is no conception until the sperm meets the egg. There is no 911 until that first airplane actually strikes the World Trade Center. There is no revolution in any country until someone initiates a plan of action. There are examples in all aspects of our lives. Love at first sight, the initiative to start a diet or exercise routine, etc.

Why is understanding what the “Initial Point of Impact” important?

It is important because once we have started anything, from personal to business plans or models, from individuals to organizations or Governments and the “Ball is in Motion, we have committed ourselves to a path that unless modified or adjusted along the way will determine our outcome. For example, compare the conception of a child to the conception or directive of say a National Organization. Most developed countries allow and in some cases mandate the use of ultra sound and genetic testing to allow the parents to know if there are any genetic or other problems with the growing fetus. This is good for the parents because it allows them knowledge to make what may be very difficult yet important decisions. Now compare this to policies we have developed for, say example, our US National Teams in sports and you can see the difference. Plans do not exist to make changes. We ignore the fact that most minorities are being left out due to the rise in the “Pay to Play” club systems and rationalize the system by making excuses or false claims of success. A very good example is the last World Cup and the media praise that was lavished on our “American Boys”, and sadly the fact is that only a few of the players were actually born and raised in America and the vast majority of them did not come up through our National Club System. Yet we still wanted to single them out as an example of how well that system is working when the reality is that it is not working and needs adjustments.

What is important about understanding the “Initial Point of Impact, is that we can also use this concept to make changes to existing policies as long as we can admit mistakes to our original plans. David Stearn as Commissioner of the NBA made drastic changes to the game of basketball because he had a vision for the future and sense that more Michael Jordon type of players would be coming along in the future. He was able to change on the fly and turned what was strictly a US Sport into a World Sport almost single handedly because of his visions.

We must be able to make changes to whatever plans we have initiated or the plan in and of itself will become outdated and possibly even harmful to those involved.

"Blood and Butterflies"

US. Elections and the Watermellon Man

2010-11-03T19:14:00.000-07:00

"Blood and Butterflies"

Watermelons have a lot of water in them. Water seeks the lowest point. Is the US at it's lowest point?
Will there be dreadlocks? No movement or someone gives? Polarity or disparity?
One thing is for sure "Patriotism did not originate in the USA but it sure blossomed over a period of years when the world was small in terms of communications and transport, now the world is corporate with less borders and instead of "Country" for a large portion of "Americans" it is "The Cash", money, education, family, success, community, and everything else dictated by the examples through the media of "fame" and emerging "star". What are those things? Ponder it will you.

Water seeks the lowest point, so does business for profit, and that will not change because it is rooted in greed.

The only way a society such as the USA can re-establish "patriotism" in a time without war is via isolationism, and due to the fact that we still have vast resources and capabilities we can turn prosperity from isolationism into a form of patriotism. Not protectionism out of fear or terrorism, or in reaction to terrorism, but pro-active from a stand of "We take care of Americans first", fair trade laws, incentives for corporations, border and immigration control. "Fair" has to be replaced by "more efficient" in all government organizations and programs Federal to Local. State, County and City laws, and regulations need to be examined by the Federal government and legal action taken to change or ban many of the goofier ones. Eliminating wast in government has to to start with local governments if you want to create prosperity for the people. Someone has to take charge and stop the corporation and socialism. There are city governments that have consistently challenged both extremes, liberal and conservative, of federal law and the cases just sit in limbo for 5,10 20 years, this needs to be resolved.

That is my start for a new America.

Elections USA Economy and Human Nature

2010-10-28T13:36:00.001-07:00

"Blood and Butterflies"

There exists a dichotomy in the USA today due to the world being smaller in the sense that travel and communications are easier.
We welcome immigrants and encourage entrepreneurship but nowadays it is the norm for new businesses when they expand to outsource the work to whatever area of the globe they can get an economic advantage. Fifty years ago it was much more difficult and often not cost effective to outsource jobs. Therefore we created more jobs in the US and ties to the countries that people immigrated from were not as strong. This is also due to the fact that the world has become more capitalistic and with more countries embrassing ideologies allowing foreign companies to have manufacturing plants more jobs leave the high salaried countries including the US.

There is no “solution”; contrary to what any one political party may try to give it is difficult to “create” patriotism when the general populations view is focused mainly on profit. Therefore it is high unlikely that we will see any change in keeping jobs in the US unless there is strict legislation by government. The act of creating strict legislation is in and of itself a dichotomy because the legislators are controlled by lobbyist from the various companies whose profits depend on outsourcing jobs.

We are seeing the end of nationalism in the US, Europe, Canada, Japan, Russia and this will eventually take root in Latin America and Asia. Just as water finds the lowest point so will business find the lowest labor and costs for manufacturing worldwide. As more countries enter the route of capitalism more countries will eventually see nationalism decline because it is hard to put the state above money when money is the drug of the masses.

The “American Dream” is still alive but not as much in America as it is in other countries and that is actually good for moving the world more towards democracy.

Any movement in the US to go back to “patriotism and nationalism” that is government led or legislated will fail. We are not China because even though as Americans we may believe our politicians and system is messed up, we do not fear it. Fear can only drive a population for a limited amount of time before it is seen for what it is and the general population revolts.

So the big question becomes will America take the only path left which is protectionism or continue to allow outside nationalist interests to buy, own and lobby for more control than they already have as the expense of the common people in the country.

Blood and Butterflies - TV Movie 2011

2010-10-12T21:35:00.000-07:00

"Blood and Butterflies"

Chapter One

Bored is the man alone who consumed by guilt ponders plots he may never carry out. Yet, when “never” becomes the focus and obsession of his twisted mind he snaps.

I wonder why it is that so many books have characters that are writers. Mark Twain may have said it best, “Everyone is a moon and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.” He is of course talking about “selfishness”. We want to build ourselves up in our own minds to be always greater than we really are. Who is to say that one mans view of reality is any clearer than another mans view of reality. Now in our modern society of “political correctness”, reality is no longer subjective but honed in mores we are bombarded with through media and peers.

Friday, October 25, 2002

“So they caught the sniper today. I thought for sure it would be some whacked out white guy, an ex-marine or something. Can you believe it is some young black guy? He even shot a black bus driver. No, there is no way he would have shot that bus driver if he knew he was black. Actually what I heard is that he already came out and said that he hates the “White Man” and so he must not have seen that the bus driver was black or he was just one of those light skinned blacks!” Tony said to his friend Kevin who lived in Alabama. The conversation went on for another few minutes or so but Tony Salerno knew he was getting too drunk and too bored so he ended the conversation with some lame excuse. When he hung up the phone he stared blankly into the wall in back of the phone. It only took a few brief seconds for him to have a plan. He chuckled out loud to himself feeling a sense of pride at how fast his mind could work even in his in drunken state. The idea of the sniper camped out in the trunk of his car with a hole to stick the gun out of brought on his idea. Tony smiled, a big grin, and then he laughed out loud. He felt a sense of power he had never felt before and something snapped inside of him. He no longer cared about the voice of reason and morals inside of him. He knew his life would change and he liked the feeling. There was nothing that would stop him and for some reason what had in the past been vague mental ramblings and outright anger melted into a plan.

Tony Salerno was from Italian heritage of course and proud of it. He grew up in Hermosa Beach, California and he loved the beach and surfing. The warm water the flow of the waves and the surge of adrenaline when the waves got big was still exciting even after twenty years of surfing. He just didn’t surf as often as he had when he was younger. He had started surfing when he was a teenager. He was tall and handsome. He had never had a problem attracting women yet he was always distant from them and he was always an outcast. Now that he was forty five years old he felt lonelier than ever. His son from his only marriage was off in college in Arizona. He went in and out of brief relationships ever since his divorce eighteen years ago. He never totally cleaned up his apartment and the mess kept his rotating girlfriends from ever wanting to move in with him.

After his conversation with his friend he looked outside and saw there was a light rain. He smiled as he looked into the misty rain that obscured his view of the beach. Tonight would be his night to kill and the rain made it perfect he thought.

Saturday, October 26, 5 PM

Detective Sloan is sitting at his desk and the phone rings, “Some gang kid has been shot. You get the case. They found the body this morning in some bushes. His girlfriend said he left her house at around 1 AM.”, said Mr. Mac Intosh, Head of Homicide.

“I just came in here today to catch up on paperwork from the last case. You know I don’t usually work on Saturdays Sir.” replied Sloan.

“Well I don’t usually work on Saturdays either! But since we are both here the case is yours. I will send Maria down with the file.” Mac Instosh hung up the phone abruptly. After ten years as a beat cop Tim Sloan had finally made Detective just a year ago. He sat at his desk and stared at the paperwork he had almost finished thinking that if his Boss hadn’t of called he would almost be ready to go home, but now he would have stay for another hour or so and go over this new case. He really did not like being a Detective and planned to get out of the Police Department in another year or so if he could. He did not want to be a Policeman in Los Angeles or anywhere else for that matter. He just wanted to get out of the Human Zoo they called Los Angeles and find some small city where the people acted normal and not obsessed with fame and fortune like in Los Angeles. He wanted a simpler kind of life. But he knew he would do his job and do his best at it, that is just the way he was, plus he needed the paycheck. The only good thing about being a Detective and not a beat cop was that now he could ask for reports more and write them less.

The Gang Unit at the Los Angeles Police Department had their own detectives and Tony was one of the four. They all had different cases, but they also shared cases and worked together on different ones. There was a gang shooting almost every weekend and a murder at least thirty times a year, so they kept busy. The Crips and the Bloods were the two main black gangs and the names of the Latino gangs were to numerous to name. Add in the rise of the Vietnamese, Chinese, Korean, Russian and just about any other ethnic group you could think of and it was clear to see that the LAPD Gang Task Force Unit was understaffed and over worked. A large percent of the cases went unsolved. Cooperation of gang members and civilian witnesses was almost non-existent. The few times a witness came forth and gave an account usually ended at that. Often when the time came to go to court and testify the witness usually did not show up, subpoena or not, fear kept them away.

Tim looked at his watch “Crap it’s almost 6 PM, I need to get out of here I promised Linda I would take her to dinner tonight. Why did they have to give me this case now?” He subconsciously got up from his desk and headed to the vending machine down the hall so he could get a Coke. He knew by the time he returned to his desk that Maria would be waiting there with the report in her hand. She would be leaning over his desk looking at all of the paperwork strewn out on it with her back to him and her nice cute tight rear end in full view to him as he strolled back from the vending machine. She knew that he would be looking at her. It was their little flirting game that they had been playing for almost a year. He would come up quietly very close to her and then casually say “Hi Maria”. She would turn and act surprised as they stood very close, face to face. They were both married, but still they felt that wild sense of animal magnetism for each other. They wanted each other, but, they just flirted. They both were too scared to go any further and both too committed to their respective spouses to take the next step that they secretly desired. So, their little game of smiles and soft niceties always lingered and carried over until they would see each other each time Maria would bring down a report form her boss Mr. Mac Intosh. The LAPD was a large police force and not everyone knew each other. Maria usually brought a report down only once a week or so and Tim actually felt sort of privileged today because he knew she rarely worked on Saturdays either.

Tim had not seen Maria since last Tuesday, but he had thought about her. He had thought about in the shower and he had thought about her when he made love to his wife. Sometimes he thought about her in the morning when he woke up aroused, dreamily fantasizing about putting his arms around her and rubbing close to her as she stood leaning over his desk.

Maria turned just as Tim approached and as usual they stood very close, face to face. She smiled at Tim with her soft brown eyes gleaming. She wanted to kiss him, but instead blurted out, “Oh Hi! Here is the report on that homicide last night.”

“Thanks Maria. I just went to get a coke.” Replied Tim, a little shy as usual. His eyes drifted down where he could see her nipples outlined through her bra and white blouse and he could feel himself getting aroused. He hurriedly moved around her and sat behind his desk. Maria remained in front of his desk leaning over now and smiling even more. Tim Sloan liked to read and he tried to write, but he knew he would never be that good of a writer. He knew he didn’t have the flare. He liked to read the Joseph Wambaugh novels because Wambaugh had been a detective. Sometimes he found them a bit too overblown and he knew that was the way to make the books sell but he didn’t know if he could be that dramatic in his writing. Writing was more of an emotional outlet for him. It was a way he could express what he couldn’t do. Tim was forty four years old and married to his high school girlfriend. They had two lovely daughters fourteen and eleven years old now. He was by nature conservative and even when he was younger he had kept his hair short so he wouldn’t be associated with the liberal crowd. He loved his wife or better put he forced himself to stay in love with her. He had never cheated on her, at least not in the way of having another relationship with another woman. Twice at Police conventions out of town he had slept with prostitutes. He liked to think that it was more out of peer pressure than out of desire but either way it had torn him up inside with guilt. In a way it had been good for his marriage. It had forced him to renew his passions for his wife when he had returned home.

Tim was a handsome man. He was about six feet tall with close cropped slightly graying light brown hair. He was of Irish- German background, LA tan, and fairly fit, but since he had become a detective he worked out a lot less than he used to.

Maria didn’t leave. Maybe because it was Saturday and there were not many people around so she lingered in front of his desk just staring at him. She put the report down on his desk and then kept her hands on his desk leaning over closer to him and smiling. Tim smiled back.

Maria Sanchez had been working for the Police Department for two years now. She was thirty two years old, married to her second husband and had a child with both her first and second husband. Her present husband, Felix, worked in an auto repair shop owned by his Uncle. Maria was a third generation Mexican-American. Her husband was a second generation Guatemalan. They had married mainly because Maria had become pregnant. Felix was two years younger than her and at times Maria thought that was the reason he acted so immature half the time. He was great with her two sons and treated them both the same even though one was by her former husband. He took the two boys to ballgames and movies almost every weekend. Julio was Maria’s first son and he was a really good athlete. Leo was her second son with Felix and was more of the creative type but overall the two boys got along very well and Felix gave them both a lot of attention. The problem Maria had with Felix now was not how he treated her sons but how he treated her. The macho Latino crap was getting just too old. Maria made more money now than her husband and she felt she deserved more attention and respect. Felix didn’t help with anything around the house. He never cooked or cleaned anything and Maria was often tired when she got home from work so for her to find him drinking beer and hanging out with his friends was getting to be annoying for her. Worse though was the fact that at night he treated her like he owned her and would come to bed drunk and force himself on her. There was no passion or happiness for Maria lately. She felt more passion and happiness now in the brief moments when she could bring the reports to Tim and devour him with her eyes, smiling at him, and talk softly to him.

Tim looked down at the report and then up at Maria’s breasts. Maria knew he was looking and she liked his eyes on her. Both were totally aware of the zero tolerance for work place sexual harassment, but it was Saturday and there were not many people around, still though they knew their words had to be soft and polite letting the looks have deeper meanings. “Did you read the report?” asked Tim looking up from Maria’s breasts to her inviting eyes.

Maria smiled even broader, thinking to herself, “I wonder if he wants me like I want him, or is he just being polite.” She answered, “Well you know I am only supposed to bring the reports down to you and not look at them. I wouldn’t want to break the rules Mr. Sloan!” Maria enjoyed calling him Mr. Sloan as she knew exactly what he would say next.

“Maria, I’ve told you before just call me Tim.” He replied back right on cue.

Maria felt a warm tingling sensation inside of her from the pure joy of knowing he had said the same words he had said to her so many times before when she had called him Mr. Sloan. “Yes, Tim (She emphasized the “Tim”), I read some of it. Black male, seventeen years old, known Crypt gang member, and the name is Jamil Johnson. He has been in out of Juvenile Hall since he was twelve. The approximate time of death was 12:30 AM. Shot with a 22 caliber bullet, most likely it was a handgun at fairly close range. That is as far as I got. Oh yeah, his girlfriend said he left her house around midnight.” \

“Thanks Maria. That was sweet of you. I don’t want to go through the whole thing now. It has been a long day and I just want to go home.” Tim replied.

‘Yeah, it has been a long day for me too. I didn’t want to come in today but the boss said he needed me so we could catch up on things. The overtime pay helps anyway.” Maria wanted to stay and talk. She liked fixing Tim’s face in her mind but she knew he was ready to leave so she took her hands off his desk and stood up straight getting ready to turn and leave. She started to think that her fantasy of her and Tim was just that a fantasy that would never happen.

“Maria, I just wanted to say before you go that, well just seeing you today made my day. I love your smile Maria!” Tim said quickly before she turned and left.

Maria turned back and smiled from ear to ear. Her legs began to tremble a little. She wanted to touch him and kiss him so badly. “Wow, that is very nice to hear and I feel that way too!” she blurted out and then she walked away making sure to sway her hips just a little bit more than usual as she left knowing he would be watching.

Tony Salerno sat in his apartment watching the sixth game of the World Series. It was almost 7 PM on Saturday night. He had a pizza and a six pack of Zima. He was getting really pissed off as the score was 5 to 0 and the Giants were winning. He had bet fifteen hundred dollars on the Angels to win the World Series and he needed them to win tonight to take it to a game seven. It didn’t look good as it was going into the bottom of the sixth inning and the Angels needed a big rally. He started to feel the effect of the Zimas and tried to relax accepting the fact that he would loose his bet. He turned the TV off and went to put on some cloths, thinking he would go out to the local bar. After he dressed just for the heck of it he turned the TV back on and saw that it was now the bottom of the ninth inning and the Angles had rallied, caught up and taken the lead 6 to 5! He sat back down and opened another Zima. He watched the last out and became ecstatic letting out a yell at the thought that now there would be a game seven and he now had a chance to win his bet! He sat back on the couch and felt very relaxed from all the alcohol. He turned off the TV and closed his eyes. He smiled and he started to think about what he had done the night before.

“That was so easy and so clean. One shot to the back of the head. That stupid punk gang member was nothing but a piece of trash. Now there is one less punk out there. That means a few less pregnant teen girls and a few less drugs on the street. I guess I should feel some remorse but I don’t. I feel great about it. Yes, maybe I can make a small dent in the population of idiots on the street. Los Angeles is such a decadent city. I mean there are thousands of idiots out there. Maybe one doesn’t make much difference but I am not stopping now. I can play this out as long as I want. I don’t see why things couldn’t be like the old cowboy times, the good guys and the bad guys. The good guys just whack off the bad guys, not all this glorification of being a rapper and drug dealer. Cops should just have free reign on getting these idiots of the street. Forget about global warming, LA is boiling with putrid humans that need to be wiped out”. Fortunately Tony had a few more Zimas making him get very drowsy and he fell asleep on his couch.

Sunday Morning, 7AM

Maria had a dilemma. Just before quitting time the night before her boss had given her two tickets to the World Series Game 7 at Anaheim Stadium. The game was to be at 5 PM. The Angels won the night before so the game was on for sure. Her dilemma was who she should invite to go to the game. She could take one of her sons but the other one would be jealous. There was no way she was going to let Felix have the tickets and decide as he just had been too much of a jerk lately and he didn’t deserve it. Her real problem now though was that she sort of had decided to try and ask Tim Sloan if he wanted to go to the game with her, but she couldn’t get up the courage to do it. She knew he loved baseball and just maybe he would go with her, especially because this was Game 7 of the World Series. The problem was that she would have to call him at home and she had never done that. Plus there was a chance his wife would answer the phone and then she knew she would just have to hang up. If they had caller ID, which she was sure they must, then they would know it was her that called and that would be a total disaster. So she sat at her kitchen table at 7AM with a cup of coffee trying to think what to do. She had almost picked up the phone and dialed Tim’s number more than once but each time she chickened out and went back to sipping her coffee. She didn’t know his cell phone number and thought maybe she could go into her work and get it but that would take too much time. Felix was still in bed, drunk and smelly from the night before but she knew he would stagger out of the bedroom at anytime so she had to make a decision soon. Then as she was thinking what to do she realized she subconsciously had her hand on the phone again. “Oh just do it”, she said out loud to herself trying to get the courage and then she dialed Tim’s phone number. As the phone rang she held the receiver away from her ear sort of grimacing at what she was about to get herself into.

Tim was curled up to his wife in bed when he heard the phone ring. He answered on the second ring. “Tim Sloan.”

Maria had the phone so far away from her ear she could barely hear his voice and she started to put the receiver down to hang up but she didn’t. She answered shyly, “Mr. Sloan, this is Maria. I’m sorry I called so early at home but I just needed to talk to you for a minute.”

Tim recognized her voice right away and he knew she wouldn’t call him at home for any work related matter because that was not her position at the Police Station. He wondered what she wanted and he was happy to her voice but he didn’t want his wife, who was still half asleep next to him, to know who he was talking to. He replied, “ Oh Hi, can you hold on just minute and he put the receiver down looked at his wife who had her back to him and quietly got of bed and started to go to the living room to talk to Maria on the other phone. Just as he was leaving his wife half rolled over and mumbled “Who is that honey?”“It is Just a call from work. Probably some new information on a case I have. I’ll get it in the other room.” Tim said as he scurried off to the living room. He picked up the phone in the living room, “Maria, what’s going on? Is there some problem?

”Maria was shaking with nervousness and hesitation. She was sure now that she had made a bad decision but she had to go through with it. “No, no, well yes sort of. I am really sorry to call you so early. I don’t want to cause any problems. It is just that I got these two tickets to the game today. Mr. Mac Intosh gave them to me yesterday as I was getting ready to leave and well if I gave them to anyone in my family someone would get jealous so I just thought maybe you would want to go with me to the game”

“You mean the seventh game of the World Series?” Tim asked surprised.

“Yes, and he said they are pretty good seats too”, Maria replied. “Well I thought since you really liked baseball that just maybe you would want to come with me to the game. I know it is a big game.” Once she had finally asked him she felt relived but again she cringed and held the phone away from her ear not wanting to hear his reply.

“Wow, that is rally a surprise and very thoughtful of you. I have never been to a game seven of a World Series. Actually I have never been to a World Series game at all. I would love to go!” Tim said with excitement but at the same time realizing he would have to lie and make excuses to get out of the house. He knew if his wife or daughters ever found out that they would be mad and jealous of him for going to the game and not taking them, but it was a chance he wanted to take. The thought of going to a game seven of the World Series and the thought of being there with Maria was very exciting. It was defiantly crazy and risky but worth it.

Maria thought, “He said, yes!” Oh my god, I am really crazy. She had a grin ear to ear.

“Why don’t we meet at a restaurant or something near the stadium and we can go from there. The game is at 5 PM right?”

“Yes it is. That sounds good. Where should we meet?” Replied Maria in a bit of a daze and now contemplating what she would wear. She wasn’t too worried about getting away for the evening as she would just tell Felix she had to go into work to catch up on some things.

“How about El Cholos on Katella Avenue” said Tim?

“Ok, that sounds good. I know where it is. Why don’t we meet at 4 PM?” Maria replied still a bit dazed that he had actually said yes.

“Sure I’ll meet you there. This should be fun!” Tim said fully awake now and wondering if he was doing the right thing but excited at the idea.

“Bye”, they said in unison and hung up the phones. They both instantly had smiles at what they had just agreed to do. Then of course Judeo-Christian guilt ridden minds began to amend, adjust, and ponder scenario after scenario of what would happen if their spouse ever found out about their erotic thoughts. The reality set in for both of them and they started planning their excuses and lies for going to work on a Sunday so they could meet and go to the game.

Tony awoke on his couch at 11AM. He was hung-over so he went to the small dirty kitchen and drank two glasses of water and took some aspirin. He kept thinking of his bet. He needed the money because he had lost the week before. The excitement that there was going to be a game seven and he had a chance of winning his bet pulled him out of his slumber. He dressed and decided to go to Denny’s and eat a big breakfast. Tony knew at least five different Denny’s in the LA area and he tried not to go to the same one twice in a row. There was no favorite and he liked the fact that they seemed to always change waitresses at the different Denny’s. Today he just wanted to eat, sit and read the Sunday paper. Tony drove a 1970 Mustang. It was a faded dark blue with grey patches where he had fixed some dents. He had thought of getting it painted someday but never got around to doing it. It ran like a charm and he had done some modifications on his own to make it even faster. He liked it because it was an old muscle car and could beat almost anything on the road if he let it out, but he rarely did. What always humored him was when some young Asian or Latin guy pulled up along side him in some tricked out and highly chromed Honda or Toyota and wanted to race. Usually he just looked at them turned up his radio and laughed, but once in awhile he showed them what an old American V-8 engine could do and blew them off the road. Today as he drove he noticed once again some young Asian guy in back of him and when he pulled up to the next stop light the guy revved up his engine. The car was a Honda with big tires and a hood scoop. It looked totally ridiculous to Tony and he laughed out loud and cranked up the Led Zeppelin CD he was playing. He let the guy get a head start and then blew passed him and gave him the finger on the way. It was a rush and Tony loved it. Now if he could just win the bet tonight he thought to himself.

“What can I get for you Sir?” asked the petite Asian waitress as Tony sat down in the restaurant.Tony looked at her name tag, Susi, must be Susie and she picked it as her American name because she has some unpronounceable Asian name. She was defiantly cute though. He thought she was around 28 years old or so. She had a very nice smile and a really tight body.

“Susie, right, did I pronounce your name correctly? He asked with his best smile. She nodded in agreement that he had pronounced her name correctly. “Well I could use some coffee to start.” When she came back with his coffee he smiled again at her and this time she smiled back. He ordered a Grand Slam breakfast and started to open his paper. When she came back with the food he thanked her politely. He knew now was not a good time to try and engage her in a conversation as it was Sunday and the restaurant was quite busy. He acted a bit coy and shy but with his eyes and smile he let her know that he was interested. He liked the way she had smiled back at him.He put down his paper as he ate and started once again to think about the killing he had committed late Friday night. “It was sort of like the time when I was fourteen and I shot that cat at close range with my BB gun. Yeah, very smooth, the 22 caliber was perfect at close range, not much blood and his head didn’t blow apart. He fell straight to the sidewalk and when I dragged him in the bushes I didn’t even see any blood on the sidewalk. They will think for sure that it was just another gang shooting. I can’t believe what has happened to peoples morals nowadays. Drugs, freaks, gangs, gays, really it is out of control and totally screwed up. Someone should just drop a bomb on the LA County jail that would eliminate a bunch of them all at once. Better yet they should just take them out to the desert and gas them like they did the Jews in World War II. The problem is that wouldn’t even put a dent in the worthless trash out there in society, but I made difference, there is one less punk out there on the streets.” Then the one thought that had kept coming into his mind since last Friday night came again. “It was so easy!” Then the next thought followed. "If I do it too many I may get caught so I have to be very careful each time."Tony finished eating and sat casually as if he was reading the paper but he was really watching Susi as she waited on the other tables. He decided to do his favorite thing to assure that she would call him. He left a five dollar bill wrapped around a twenty dollar bill as a tip with a little note saying that he loved her smile and that she should call him when she got off of work.On the drive back home he forgot about the waitress and started thinking again, this time talking out loud. “Ok, so I killed one gang member, so what, it is only one and it really makes little difference in the overall scheme of things. Maybe I should do something bigger. The thing is if any one knew they would say I’m prejudice and I have a thing against Blacks. I am not prejudice. Heck I have dated all races and I work with all races. Some I like and some I don’t. I don’t hate Blacks; I just hate the scum of the world that makes things harder for normal people like me."

WhenTony arrived at his apartment he saw his neighbor coming in at the same time in the hallway. Tony didn’t know his name even though he must have seen him a hundred times. He just referred to him as his “fat” neighbor.

“Hi Tony, hey, what about those Angels, were you watching the game yesterday? They pulled off another comeback and today they are going to play Game Seven! I am having some people over later to watch the game and you’re welcome to come if you like” Said Tony’s neighbor.

Tony was not in the mood to talk with or get to know his fat neighbor but he tried to be polite. “Thanks, I‘ll think about, but I really have a lot to do.” As he started to put the key into the lock of his apartment he felt the anger welling up. Why did that fat slob have to remind me of the game? I had completely forgotten about the game. I have a big bet riding on that game and I do not want to watch it or even know the outcome until tomorrow. He went straight to his bedroom and lay down on the bed putting the pillow over his head hoping he would fall asleep. He had dozed off and was in the midst of a wild dream when the phone rang. He quickly looked at his watch and saw it was nearly 5 PM. God he hoped it wasn’t his fat neighbor calling. He waited until the fourth ring and then decided to answer the phone anyway. It wasn’t his fat neighbor.

“Hi, is this Tony? She asked in a soft sweet voice.” This is Susi from Denny’s. You asked me to call.”

For a second Tony wasn’t sure who he was talking to but then he remembered.

“Yes, you gave me your number at Denny’s earlier today.” Susi said now wondering if she had made the right decision to call the guy because he didn’t even seem to remember her!“

Tony’s charm kicked in now that he was aware of who it was and that she had called so soon. “Oh Hi! Yes I remember you. I’m sorry I was taking a nap and just woke up. You are the lovely Asian woman at Denny’s who had such a pretty smile. How are you? I am glad you called. I have to say I’m a little shy ant that was the first time I have ever done anything like that. I just loved your smile though and have to say that you seemed really nice.”

Susi was still a little hesitant and wondered if he was just a player, “Well I have to be upfront and tell you that I am engaged. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. Really though that was very sweet of you and that was the biggest tip I have ever received.”

Now Tony knew a little more about her and instantly calculated his chance and where to go with her in the rest of the conversation. She had tipped her hand to him and he loved it. He knew there is no way she would have called if she wasn’t having some reservations about her so called fiancé no matter what tip he had given her. “Oh, I understand completely Susi and I will say I’m a bit sad because I really like you. I am happy that you called anyway and really you do have a voice to match your lovely smile. Maybe we can just be friends? I can be a good listener!”

Susi thought for a moment about her first reaction to him at the restaurant and then replied, “Sure that might be nice. Would it be ok if I called you again sometime?”

Tony knew she wouldn’t give him her phone number at this time and there was no reason to push it. He knew she would call back again, probably after the next fight with her so called fiancé. “Yes, you can call me anytime, I’m usually up pretty late, so feel free to call back and we can talk again.”

“Well it was nice meeting you and I will call back but I can’t promise when. Like I said I do have a boyfriend.” replied Susi.Now the fiancé had been reduced to boyfriend and Tony smiled at the slip. “That would be great Susi; we can be friends and you can call me anytime. It was very nice talking with you.” Said Tony

“Well it was nice talking with you too. I will give you call again sometime.” Susi replied and then they both said goodbye and hung up.Tony wasn’t sure weather she would call back or not, but the option was defiantly there for her. He had learned long ago the differences between the friendships men and women kept. No man would ever say he had a female friend unless there was a relationship in the past or the hopes of one in the future. Men were always hopeful that one day the friendship would turn into sex. Women on the other hand felt it was their liberated right to have men as just friends, but sub-consciously in the back of their minds they knew if they wanted to take the friendship to the next level they could. Women needed the safety net of knowing that they had options if things didn’t work out with the husband or boyfriend

Islam, America and My Dog Walking Backwards

2010-10-01T23:04:00.000-07:00

"Blood and Butterflies"

Religion is the opiate of the people. Marx said that and I agree but that does not make me a Marxist. Dog backwards is God. My dog is a golden retriever and since he was a puppy we had this ramp that led him out of his doggy door down the side of the house to the yard. He learned at a very young age how to walk backwards. All religions are a set of beliefs and rules that we learn starting at a young age. The view that Religions are Opiates of the People means simply that religions are used to control the behaviors of people. Modern man and modern society has a vast number of rules and laws used to control our behaviors. Every organization that exists from a sports team to a school and so on is a religion. Even within a family unit we have rules and behaviors that are taught to us by our parents. We do not run around naked like other animals. Opps, yes I said other animals implying that we humans are animals. Maybe that is the key to all of us getting along better on this planet is to realize that in the scope of time modern man has only existed for less than a few seconds if one day equals our history. That means yes we are animals and we do have animalistic behaviors.

What is so interesting to me is that as our modern world has become smaller in the since that we all know so much more about other places, cultures, and just everything in general due to the influence of the internet and other technologies there seems to be a tendency by many to take this knowledge and compartmentalize it into a personal belief or statement. Take for example the recent goofy minister in Florida that wanted to burn the Koran and the press coverage he attracted. He had few followers but because of the press coverage he brought out a large amount of both haters and supporters. Almost no one talked about his legal right to burn any book he chooses to burn in America and the fact that if he burned a Koran it would have no effect on how either the Christian supporter felt about Islam or how the Islam’s felt about Christianity. The press only wanted to speculate on a reaction that had not yet occurred. The emotion that was being played by the press was pure fear: fear of the future and fear of death. This is an emotion that all animals have. When we are scared we do one of too things we stand and fight or we flee. So to speculate on an occurrence that has not happened yet and to analyze it from every angle possible only creates an expectation of results. Expectations of results are not the results. If they were then the Yankees would win the World Series every year and we would not have to play the World Series.

SEX - MALE - FEMALE - SPORTS - INJURIES - PLYOMETRICS

2010-09-29T21:19:00.000-07:00

"Blood and Butterflies"

The following abstract describes why there are so many ACL injuries to female athletes. It is very technical so if it is too hard to understand skip to my comments at the end of the article and specific guidelines. Parents, athletes, coaches and trainers should be aware of the differences between men and women in sports and adjust training routines.

Prevention of non-contact anterior cruciate ligament injuries in soccer players. Part 1: Mechanisms of injury and underlying risk factors.U.S. National Library of Medicine National Institutes of Health Alentorn-Geli E, Myer GD, Silvers HJ, Samitier G, Romero D, Lázaro-Haro C, Cugat R.

Artroscopia G.C., Hospital Quirón, Barcelona, Spain. ealentorngeli@gmail.com

Abstract

Soccer is the most commonly played sport in the world, with an estimated 265 million active soccer players by 2006. Inherent to this sport is the higher risk of injury to the anterior cruciate ligament (ACL) relative to other sports. ACL injury causes the most time lost from competition in soccer which has influenced a strong research focus to determine the risk factors for injury. This research emphasis has afforded a rapid influx of literature defining potential modifiable and non-modifiable risk factors that increase the risk of injury. The purpose of the current review is to sequence the most recent literature that reports potential mechanisms and risk factors for non-contact ACL injury in soccer players. Most ACL tears in soccer players are non-contact in nature. Common playing situations precluding a non-contact ACL injury include: change of direction or cutting maneuvers combined with deceleration, landing from a jump in or near full extension, and pivoting with knee near full extension and a planted foot. The most common non-contact ACL injury mechanism include a deceleration task with high knee internal extension torque (with or without perturbation) combined with dynamic valgus rotation with the body weight shifted over the injured leg and the plantar surface of the foot fixed flat on the playing surface. Potential extrinsic non-contact ACL injury risk factors include: dry weather and surface, and artificial surface instead of natural grass. Commonly purported intrinsic risk factors include: generalized and specific knee joint laxity, small and narrow intercondylar notch width (ratio of notch width to the diameter and cross sectional area of the ACL), pre-ovulatory phase of menstrual cycle in females not using oral contraceptives, decreased relative (to quadriceps) hamstring strength and recruitment, muscular fatigue by altering neuromuscular control, decreased "core" strength and proprioception, low trunk, hip, and knee flexion angles, and high dorsiflexion of the ankle when performing sport tasks, lateral trunk displacement and hip adduction combined with increased knee abduction moments (dynamic knee valgus), and increased hip internal rotation and tibial external rotation with or without foot pronation. The identified mechanisms and risk factors for non-contact ACL injuries have been mainly studied in female soccer players; thus, further research in male players is warranted. Non-contact ACL injuries in soccer players likely has a multi-factorial etiology. The identification of those athletes at increased risk may be a salient first step before designing and implementing specific pre-season and in-season training programs aimed to modify the identified risk factors and to decrease ACL injury rates. Current evidence indicates that this crucial step to prevent ACL injury is the only option to effectively prevent the sequelae of osteoarthritis associated with this traumatic injury.

Injury Prevention Program for Athletes - Plyometrics - John Harman – Kinesiologist

The following exercise are for speed, power, quickness, and helping to prevent lower extremity injuries, arm injuries from falls, and to strengthen core muscles. They should be done by all female athletes without, or only with very light weight balls. Off-season, 3 times a week, pre-season 2 times a week, season 1-0 time/week. Attention should be given to posture, eye focus, and rhythm. For specific sports requiring running and jumping numerous variations can be applied, from hops and skips straight and from angles, to controlled two foot forward leaning landings. This promotes the brain to muscle focus and pathways towards balanced landings and controlled take offs which in turn prevents injuries.

NOTE 1: ALL OF THESE EXCERCISES ARE NOT COMPETATIVE EXERCISES.

THE FOCUS NEEDS TO BE ON A BALANCED BODY, QUICK FAST MOVEMENT, AND CONTROL. IT IS BEST BREAK THEM INTO SMALLER GROUPS ASK THEM TO BE SILENT DURING THE EXERCISES.

NOTE 2: TO FURTHER ENHANCE FOCUS AND CONCENTRATION ASK EACH PERSON TO VISUALIZE ON EACH REP A MOMENT IN THEIR PARTICULAR SPORT, HITTING THE BALL, KICKING THE BALL, JUMPING TO HEAD A BALL, etc. ALSO A GOOD IDEA IS TO IMAGINE SEQUENCING THE EVENTS SUCH HAD PASSING THEN MOVING THEN KICKING, etc. CREATIVITY IN VISUALIZTION IS IMPORTANT.

Video Links.
PS 90 video 1

Video 2 Soccer Ultimate

Video 3 Women Can do these with no weight or minimal weights

Video 4 - For Testing Results in Vert and Sprint

Basics 101

This is the where you want to get too!

Creative and with Focus.

Just Do it!

Education Symposium

2010-09-26T21:26:00.000-07:00

"Blood and Butterflies"

I watched some of the CNBC Education special and found it interesting that so much attention was paid to the issue of weather or not the teachers were good or bad. Honestly I have not met that many bad teachers. I have met a number of arrogant administrators. I think the majority of people in the USA would agree that what is broken with the public school systems is not that we have a few bad teachers it is the fact that we have way too many fat cat bureaucratic administrators. Unfortunately I do not care who is President because neither party is going to find any political advantage by coming down hard on bad administrators. It would be political suicide and that was obvious from the special I saw on TV.

Get used to the fact that very little is going to change in USA public School Systems because the politicians have no desire to revamp a system that is corrupted from the top down and not the bottom up. Inflated salaries among administrators, wasted funds, contracts based on nepotism and kick backs have destroyed our public school systems but all the politicians want to talk about is pumping more money into it. Where will that money go? You know of course it will go to the administrators to administrate and the cycle of greed and corruption will continue harming the children.

Obama Helath Care and You.

2010-09-22T22:27:00.000-07:00

"Blood and Butterflies"

I am almost 56 and when Obama Health Care Bill passed I did my research and came up with this to tell everyone I knew, "Well there is the good and the bad. The good thing is we finally have some form of Socialized Medicine. The bad thing is that it won't take full effect until 2014, but that is actually good for me because I haven't Health Care for 30 years!

Even before I attended UCLA and learned from the best scientists in the world about Longevity and Health I studied about health. I had become a vegetarian at the age of 14 and still was atop athlete. I won all-state in volleyball in the 10th grade and have continued to compete in sports (now just golf) to this day. I have lived by certain principles that are simple to follow and fortunately I have rarely had to visit a Doctor. So in the long run I have saved by my calculations over $100,000. Not all of us can be like Mike, or like me, so I suggest you have some form of Health Care.

Before you Tea Parties stop reading let me tell you about Obama Health Care and what it means to all of us so you can see I am not some "Bleeding Liberal"

There will be long term and short term effects. The first short term effect will be a frenzy to get "Government Insurance", which means two things. A. Private Health Care Providers will keep raising premiums as high as they can. B. Individuals and companies will quickly realize there is "government provider", nothing will have changed! It will still be Private Companies only now they will have to accept most and there will still be medicare. There will only be more people actually getting insurance. With more people insured there will be a bigger demand for health workers. Supply and Demand, the demand for health care will go up and the supple will be the same. This means costs will go up.

How will costs go down in the long run? A. Paperwork reduction. when more is digitalized, the costs will go down. B. Initiatives for "Preventative health". This means that the overburdened doctors will have to refer more and more Physical Therapists, Nutritionists, and others. Many doctors will further underwrite preventative practices and run the insurance through them. The long term effect of more preventative health practices will in the long run drastically reduce health care costs.

The Federal Government needs change the past models of the Health Industry from one of Reactive to Proactive. We still have limited nutritional standards for schools and almost worthless nutritional classes in schools. Health, Nutrition and Exercise guidelines are years behind what science knows. There is a lot work to do and we need everyone to become more educated about their own personal health.

Who's your Daddy!

2010-09-22T07:50:00.000-07:00

"Blood and Butterflies"

Anyone that has ever spent time in jail knows the harsh reality of survival and so does the large majority of the World's population that lives in poverty. Day to day survival is what life is about, not an acronym for some fat rich executive to use in their cocktail conversations. Ask a kid on the street in India "what is your goal?" and they most likely will look at you with a blank stare and just hold their hand out a little further. There are no goals when you are trying to survive. Day to day you are thinking about putting food in your belly. Fasting may be a means for the 24 year old college grad to get in touch with her "Inner Goddess", but for a single Mom in Ohio that just lost her job, fasting may be a reality until she can find another job.

Each of us has a subjective view of reality. It may be easier for dogs to run in packs but the lone wolf is often most feared.

Tuesday Tantrums - Cripple the Poor - Calfiornia Health Care System

2010-09-21T10:03:00.000-07:00

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California State Health Care System is in shambles. I have been writing and researching for years and the list of social injustices seems to just deepen.

Recently my young friend that plays soccer tore her ACL, complete tear requiring an exo-graph ( a ligament from a cadevor). For you general readers I wil try to explain the dilema in laymens terms as much as possible. Most Physicians and Phsycial Therapists know that when a person has this operation it is important to start the rehabilitation as soon as possible. One of the main reseans to start the Physical Therapy quickly is that scar tissue starts to form and the joint stiffens up, leading to a life of limping and maybe other problems due to gate imbalances.

So what does our modern State Health Care do in California? We lump all bone surgeries into one catagory and therefore the back up to get approval for physical therapy is 6 to 8 weeks. Way too long for an ACL surgery! This is not good and young potential atheletes and others are being crippled. Cripple the Poor! Doctors come one. Stand up to this issue... Pass this on to your Representative. The Poor count Too! Maybe surgeons could provide better guidelines or classes to parents of these children from their offices instead of just ignoring the problem. What is your idea?