MERRY CHRISTMAS !
…and (WHAT ELSE? ;-)) I join Bing Crosby (and Marjorie Reynolds) in wishing you….
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============THE SPIRITUAL WORLD, chapters one and two
This is the book that can change how our race acts. Not most of them; they are doomed. This book can change YOU. And when enough YOU’S change, our race will prevail in the titanic life-and-death struggle ahead!
Chapter 1
You’re DEAD – and now what?
Let’s get to it: you just died – but that’s all.
For your peace of mind, this is not Hollywood, so there was no fireball, explosion, or body going splat. It was a nice, clean heart attack, and you don’t have to worry about the neighbors; you will be found in half an hour and tidy people will remove you. It was also quite painless; death is no monster. Well, it was almost painless. The stabbing sensation in your chest could not be avoided, nor your desperate struggle for breath — but they lasted a few seconds.
So now you know you are dead. Also your former body is still lying around, pretty useless.
Okay, and now what? If you were in the emergency room, of course they would try everything from heart massage to injections to the electroshock paddles they love using on TV. Unfortunately, none of that was here, so you stay dead. Please don’t traipse around when you are a corpse; except for satanists, nobody likes zombies.
If you like, you can now spook around a bit without that body. Admittedly it’s a waste of time, but you’re no longer in any hurry, right? You can check out, for example, what your kids are doing. A single thought, an intense desire, will take you right there. With no body to drag around, it’s simple. You can take leave of your relatives in peace. Of course they cannot see or hear you, but you can still think them some good wishes. You can also cruise the hot bars in town…but you won’t get much out of voyeurism now, because you lack the hormones and organs to do anything about your visit.
What is also lacking is any reason to stay around. You already know the world, so why roam about? You can’t change anything. Besides, you are expected in court, the Soul Court. There will be no citations for parking in front of the fire exit, or problems with how many times you missed church on Sunday, but only the really important things are reviewed- your whole life and how you will face the way you led it.
Then you are picked up. Unless you put out the call, the afterlife will send someone for you. This could be a good friend, or your grandmother, your sister … Some people want to be picked up by Abraham, Jesus Christ or Buddha personally. Oh yes, that can be arranged. At least the guide looks like your own personal superstar. It is a person in whom you feel the greatest confidence. Politicians, by the way, are seldom requested.
But before my publisher gets upset, I’d better let you go back to living. If the reader dies on the first page, I won’t sell many books, so the publisher would prefer that I kill Joe Smith, who never bought a book from me and won’t want in the future either. No, no, not the Joe Smith you know, but a completely different one. Honest.
Joe Smith lived a full life. Had he been a politician, he easily could have written a 3,000-page autobiography. Of course, it would prove that our friend Joe was always right and knew best what to do, and the others were all idiots. That’s how it usually is with celebrities.
Mr. Smith’s soul is now a little intimidated, and wonders why, after so many decades of loyal service, his body is no longer willing to house him. He keeps asking this until he notices a bright light. This light is so blinding that all other perceptions fade away, yet it is not intrusive or painful, just warm and enticing.
Joe Smith now stands before the Soul Court; he is now conducted led through the review of his life. At an accelerated rate it passes before him; the key events penetrate his consciousness. You ‘ll be shown just a short selection from his life. Or do you really want to read 3,000 pages from the life of the average Joe?
Mr. Smith is surprised to see his surroundings fade away. He finds himself in a new environment, holding a hamster from his childhood in his hand; he put the beastie like a living motor in a miniature car. Joe Smith is right in the scene, seeing himself act, feeling the little creature in his hands, its fur, the warmth of its body … and he feels the fear and uncertainty the hamster is experiencing.
Yes, Joe Smith feels compassion for the animal. (0.00 => +0.03)
Mr. Smith then relives an experience on the way home from school. He feels in the middle of the action but passively, and he cannot change the course of events. His classmate Barry Bigelow has been waiting for him, insults are quickly exchanged, then the fists fly. Joe gets the upper hand, sits on top of Barry, and hits him repeatedly in the face until the loser begins to cry. Now Joe feels not only the physical pain he is inflicting on the other person, but also the humiliation the victim undergoes.
Well, he was cruising for a bruising. (0.16 => 0.07)
Sally Jones, his consolation prize … Joe had gone out with her only because Ashley Meyer had rejected him. Even when he had slept with Sally, he was thinking of Ashley. But now, now he had ended up with Ashley! Then he sees Sally, observing how she looks at them, jealous and angry. He can feel her anguish, sadness, and despondency.
Silly goose! She should have known that she was just the consolation prize. That’s all she ever was. (-0,27 => -0,44)
”Joe, you’re going to be… we’re having a baby!”
”A baby!? ……But, uhh …” Joe Smith’s thoughts tumble over each other. A hundred advantages and disadvantages crowd into his mind. He can’t think straight.
”You …but aren’t you glad?”
Joe feels the fear in Donna…her concern for the future. He takes a deep breath. ”Well then, we’ll get married — so my son grows up in a regular family!”
Donna sighs in relief and embraces Joe. The Joe now observing this feels again her body in his arms, breathes the fragrance of her skin and feels her relief and happiness, and the hope of a future together.
Joe never regretted his decision, although at the time he was ambushed by her revelation. As for Donna … He is enjoying the happy feelings. (-0.13 => +0.12)
Joe Smith experiences his graduation as a master carpenter. The test supervisor congratulates him and hands him his master carpenter certificate
Joe feels pride. He had struggled to get this far and given the best he could. (0.08 => 0.08)
Carpenter Smith presents an invoice. As a matter of course he adds two extra half hours labor. He senses his clients’ anger over the padding, but at the same time their reluctance to consult an expert or a lawyer over a relatively small amount.
Everybody does it. If I don’t cheat to make more, the taxes I have to pay will destroy me. (0.01 => -0.09)
His whole life is now rushing past Joe Smith. He relives every single scene, and not only what he himself thought and felt with his senses, but also everything that people or animals felt and how they were affected by his actions. Now, decades later, he sees many things differently. Things that once appeared incredibly important, seem now, with the wisdom of age and the distance in time, completely irrelevant. Other things he would now do the same way all over again, with the same conviction as when he made the original decision.
Yes, that was his life — the life of Mr. Joe Smith. He stands by it and has few regrets. His life is over, and he experiences himself now dying. Yes, Joe Smith is dead, or rather, the human being called Joe Smith is over. But his soul, life and existence continue – here in this strange place.
Mr. Smith finds himself bathed in light again and perceives a shadowy figure who seems familiar. He feels for the first time in his life an all-enveloping love, a physical sense of being 
welcomed. He goes up closer and recognizes in this figure his own mother, but not old and haggard as he had seen her on her death bed. Now she is the strong, loving woman she had been in his childhood. Yes, more than that, she is beautiful and flawless, without any of the wounds which life even at that time had already inflicted.
The mother welcomes Joe; it is a personal greeting, and it convinces the son that he really is face to face with his own mother.
Mr. Smith has of course a lot of questions now, many of which his mother answers, and she asks in return how things are going with the family and friends.
Finally he asks the most important question: ”What happens now?”
”Joe, you’ve already gone through the Soul Court. It may seem to last forever, but it was only a few seconds long. You completed it successfully, and now you may come with me. I was afraid a little for you… After all, you were not always my good little boy.”
”The Soul Court?” Mr. Smith’s thoughts raced. ”But then … will I go to heaven, hell… or to a purgatory?”
His mother hugs him. ”No, my boy. Oh those places really exist, but you will go with me to Eleuloria, to Newburg. You’ll get a house there and a new workshop …”
”Eleuloria? What kind of country is this? And why a workshop? Do I have to work again around here? I thought I was dead?”
His mother smiles knowingly. At this moment the environment changes. They are now standing before a one-family house, just like dozens of others that are found in every American town and suburb.
”Eleuloria is a kind of middle kingdom here in the afterlife, and equally far from both heaven and hell. You do not have to work, but work helps you to get used to things here. It’s almost like being on Earth.”
”Yes, but, but…”
His mother lays her finger on his lips. ”Let’s go in first, alright? Of course you have many questions, and probably more than I can answer. First get used to your new surroundings, then you can talk to the Rabbi.”
”To the Rabbi?” Mr. Smith marvels, to whom the house appears more and more familiar because it resembles more and more the one he had owned on Earth.
”So far no Catholic priest has made it to Newburg. Perhaps all of them go to a higher level? Once a year the Bishop from Chattanooga comes to see us …”
”Chattanooga has a bishop?” marvels Mr. Smith.
”Here it does” replies his mother.
Chapter 2
The Soul Court
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What Mr. Smith experienced before entering the afterlife was a hearing before the Soul Court. The Ancient Egyptians described this in their Book of the Dead as an encounter with the god Anubis, who weighed the heart of the dead person on a scale.
The heart is weighted on the left against figures symbolizing truth — from the Egyptian Book of the Dead
In addition there was a litany of 52 sins that one was supposed to recite, declaring after each one that he or she had not committed it. A small desert people, by the way, copied down a few of them; they are now well-known as the ”Ten Commandments.”
The Great Litany was something the priests diligently practiced with their faithful – in return, of course, for a few offerings. The Ten Commandments, also incorporated into Christianity, can be found free on the Internet. What they contain are things that common decency and any good upbringing require; nobody needs a priest for that. They usually are observed when the government finds they are in the ”national interest.”
At the Soul Court you will not run into Anubis, but instead a much more ruthless entity, and that is yourself.
Mr. Smith has now experienced himself as an observer in the most vivid film you can imagine. It not only makes use of the eyes and ears, but embraces all the senses, and transports the viewer into the role of the protagonist. But it is nevertheless “cinema,” and the scenes follow a “script” according to what actually transpired in that life.
Mr. Smith, as the observer, could no longer alter any events, but he could evaluate them. As a child, for example. he used the hamster as a motor and probably felt happy that it actually worked that way. It didn’t occur to the child that he was tormenting the little animal. But the dead adult who had been Joe Smith grasped and regretted it. Or, to use the correct term, he has shown remorse.
The effect of this repentance you can see from the figures that I previously gave you without explanation: A 0.00 went to a +0.03, and increased in value.
It is this value that determines whether you go to ”heaven” or must enter ”hell.” The number 0.00 is neutral, and equidistant from both realms.
I have simplified these values and scaled them too. “+100” is the highest value that a human can reach, Absolute Good, or ”Heaven., “-100” is abysmally bad, or simply ”Hell.” I chose these values because they are universal and easy to understand, not because they are actually used this way on the other side.
The Hereafter can be classified according to several dimensions, such as love, honesty or peacefulness. Such a dimension could be given values from 1 to 12, or from -20 000 to +65,000. But just imagine: I could present a long series of numbers and each with its own range. Yet nothing would be gained by that; it would appear mathematical and scientific, but would only confuse the reader. Therefore, I am sorting actions on a single scale, with -100 for evil and +100 for good.
We humans live in an analog world in which transitions are fluid, but we happily scale them as if they were digital. We look at the speedometer and read 55 miles an hour, from which we figure we have nothing to fear from the police. In fact, we were driving 53.738 miles an hour and a second later at 53.741 miles an hour, but this hyper-accurate scale would only distract us in daily driving.
I use the decimal places only here in the Soul Court, because they reflect the little nuances. The good deeds and sincere repentance of Mr. Smith increased his “score” a little, and the evil deeds and stubbornness lowered it. In some scenes the value remained unchanged.
The Soul Court is a complete and serious court with all the features a courtroom has. However, in one important respect the Soul Court is different from all other courts – the verdict pronounced here is absolutely just. You will understand this when you see who is involved in this proceeding.
That’s right – the accused is you.
Shapiro and Cochran got the double murderer “OJ” off
You have just died and have to answer for how you led your life. Please do not expect that Saint Peter will pore over some big book with everything you did in your life. You need not hope, either, that you will have a shyster lawyer at your side so that you can sway the prosecutor, judge or jury. Even if you were the richest and most powerful man in the world, here you are weak and destitute. You are alone, totally alone in this place.
The Accuser
We do have a file about you. A complete one! In it everything was recorded. As a five-year old, you called the war widow an ”old witch,” and tied an empty tin can to her cat’s tail. At 15, you smoked two marijuana joints, but didn’t like them. At 23 you cheated on two exams and at 25, on your doctoral dissertation, an anonymous but very helpful and enthusiastic writer helped you out for a discreet $5,000. At 31 you secretly smeared your boss’s reputation to get his job. Your wife — you betrayed her 183 times before she filed for divorce. And you gave the judge figures suggesting you were poor in order to lower the child support you had to pay.
OK, I’ll stop. We’ll see each other soon, so don’t worry — we will talk further. But as you can see, we already know everything. Absolutely…everything. Rest assured, it all has been noted meticulously and completely for the judgment of your life.
Not of the late Mr. Smith, but of you. Everything you know about yourself, even everything you long ago forgot, comes up again before the Soul Court. There are no secrets here; even the most intimate affairs are mercilessly exposed. Perhaps you are very glad that there is no lawyer standing next to you and no audience behind you. Not even his own mother was present when Mr. Smith appeared before the judge.
The judge
The judge is not your friend from the same political party, not a fellow alumnus, or a fellow Mason. The judge doesn’t want any money from you, he does not want to go on your yacht either, nor is he going with you on any luxury vacations. This judge has only one objective: justice. The judge knows your case down to the last detail. He is fair — absolutely fair. To you and to everyone else. He does not judge according to laws some lobby got passed. The laws he follows have no ulterior motive – nor do they favor any ethnic group or profession. They are just one thing: fair. Custom-tailored to fit you!
It is not the same justice for everyone, but instead the most appropriate justice for you specifically. Even your business partner will be judged for the same crime according to another justice, which for him is the fairest. Not as things appear, but as they are.
This absolutely fair and incorruptible judge is…. YOU.
Mr. Smith was able to evaluate his actions in every scene by himself, gaining through this vivid film of his life a comprehensive grasp of the impact he had on all involved. The fear in the little hamster, the humiliation of the boy he beat up, the dejection in the dumped girlfriend … He has really FELT every single thing that happened, and thus judged his own actions. Only he is relevant, not ethical or political laws from the outside. He alone decides his judgments – but every ruling he makes moves his score up or down in the hereafter he is about to face.
The Hearing
”In those few seconds my whole life passed before my eyes.” Do you recall hearing this sentence? Have you ever read it somewhere? In near-death experiences these ”movies” about your life are often described. You see your life again, and all the high points and low points scroll in front of you. And in the end you draw your conclusions. Yes, YOU draw this conclusion, because YOU, and YOU alone are the accused, you are the prosecutor, you are the judge and you are the jury. You return the verdict, because you know best what you did and you why you did it. The sentence takes into account all the facts, and both all the mitigating and all the aggravating circumstances. And it is absolutely fair. There is no appeal; the verdict is final; and you yourself are the one who comes to a verdict.
It won’t help you that you had others do your dirty work, your subordinates or dependents. Everything you caused to happen will fall back onto your own shoulders. None of your deeds and misdeeds were forgotten. There were no ”magic days” when God was ”looking away.” Whatever YOU knew about your mistakes will come to light in this hearing.
The Sentence
What does the sentence mean for you? Heaven or hell, or 100 to 100,000 years of purgatory? Yes, but it is quite different from what the religions teach. You don’t enter the seventh heaven as a Muslim just because you blew your self up with a belt full of dynamite. And you don’t have to roast in purgatory as a Catholic because on Good Friday you dug into a pork roast.
The verdict is based on the principle that like attracts like. You are assigned a place on the scale, whether in the one dimension I discussed earlier or the three or even ten dimensions the afterlife may feature. Whoever reaches +100 is a completely different character than one who manages just +50 or obviously -23. ”God” does not reward the +100 people and condemn the -100; rather the afterlife will put you together with other souls who are on at the same high or low level as you.
So through the Soul Court ”Florence Nightingale” meets up with ”Mother Theresa.” “Josef Stalin”, in contrast, runs into “Pol Pot.”
PSYCHOPATHS IN MODERN HISTORY (left to right): Franklin Delano Roosevelt: forced America into WWII and handed Stalin half of Europe; Josef Stalin: murdered 21 million Christian Russians; Winston Churchill: ordered the firebombing of WWII civilian centers; Mao Tse Tung: murdered 50 million Chinese; Idi Amin: murdered 500,000 Ugandans, including feeding some to crocodiles; Pol Pot: murdered 3 million Cambodians—an estimated half of the population.
What would be hell for you is for other people ordinary living. Mr. Smith was allowed after the verdict to be where his mother lives in the hereafter. This only means that he is on the same level as his mother, no more and no less.
If you die as a liar and deceiver, you end up in an afterlife rich in lying and deceit. If you were kind and helpful to your fellow man, you come to a spiritual place where all the residents are kind and helpful. It happens according to your merit – and according to your will.
You enjoy fighting with your fists and prefer to settle all your problems with a baseball bat? Be happy! You won’t go to hell and be subject to the most refined tortures around the clock. The afterlife for you will be very similar to earth and just the way you like it. One wrong word, one wrong squint – and the fists are flying. And of course, teeth are, too… You will be perpetrator and victim, the beater and the one lying beaten on the ground. Again and again. For YOU sentenced YOURSELF to this.
Oh – and bribes are pointless. Even if you leave the church a billion-dollar fortune, it has no effect on the verdict in the Soul Court.
For all eternity?
No! You were created to learn and evolve. Mistakes you committed for 20 or 20,000 years will not cling to you for all eternity – unless you want it that way! If you love the law of the jungle, you will always live in a jungle, both in this world and in the next. God will not love you less for it or condemn you. Just keep on going as you are until you get tired of it. But then you have to make real changes. God will not do it for you, nor any church, VIP or servant. You do it all by yourself. You must learn for yourself.
The Soul Court is just; so it will not impose any eternal form of damnation. In a way, the verdict is always probation. Prove yourself in the place to which you brought yourself, and you will be released for good behavior. No early release — but if and when you deserve it. In other words, when you have really made your mind up to change.
Almost all boys have gotten into fistfights. As we age (some say ”mature”) these conflicts are done verbally, or by intrigues, or denouncing someone. The ”boy” has outgrown the age of fistfights. But if you want, you can still sock someone in your sixties.
Ask and it shall be given to you
The Catholic Church offers the sacrament of confession. Superficially, you tell the priest about the bank you robbed. He negotiates with you, and ten percent of the loot goes in the alms box, you say three ”Our Fathers”, and with that your debt to God is paid.
But if you look more closely, there is actually some other thing called ”repentance.” Oh, the priest is a friendly, helpful man, and he believes in your remorse. However, you know exactly how much you regret not the crime but the meager haul of $2,300. …
Repentance is an active turnaround in behavior. Jesus Christ put it this way, ”Go and sin no more!” You committed a mistake and then decided not to repeat it. You regret this error – and it is forgiven you.
Is it really that simple?
Yes, it is that simple. If you plan to be the next-door neighbor from hell, you will get next-door neighbors from there too. If you distrust everyone, everyone will distrust you. You won’t get what your lips ask for, but what your heart really desires. If you build your life on earth upon a great big lie, the court will confront your soul in the afterlife with that lie.
Confession for Catholics is, for all our human inadequacies, a ”divine” act of mercy. Going beyond the lip service, you first have to confess your wrong, and accept that you did it. You must bring yourself to admit this mistake – and you are given an act of penance to do, requiring you to limit or repair the damage.
This is all very proper, and done under the supervision of the Church, but no more than a kind of help. The church did not create the spiritual law behind it. That applies to all people, not only to Catholics.
The rules of the Soul Court are simple:
You will reap what you sow –
and be judged as you judge.
You will continue to develop in the afterlife and encounter more souls on the same stage of development as you. This is neither a punishment nor a reward, but simple justice.
Even as an atheist you can read the Bible. It does not matter whether Jesus for you was or is the Son of God, or if you believe that He never existed as a real person. The Bible is a book of collected wisdom that is well known in Western culture, so I will occasionally quote it.
What have did to the least of your brothers,
you did to yourself.
In the original it says, .”.. you did to ME.” But you cannot cheat on Jesus Christ, just on your mate. You cannot steal from Jesus, but only the half-blind woman three doors down…. You will not be punished for this by the Soul Court, but assigned to an environment that fits who you are.
The Soul Court is fair. All your sins were recorded; no priest and not even the Pope can absolve you from them. It is in your own hands! Sincere remorse and the desire to change will weigh in your favor in the Soul Court. Five minutes of deep repentance may outweigh 80 years of crime! But remember: you cannot cheat here! Even if you manage to fool the whole world, you can never truly deceive yourself.
On Earth there is one golden rule, which many disregard:
Do unto others,
as you would have them do unto you.
Put another way: Don’t do to others what you don’t want others doing to you. On Earth, you are free to violate this rule all you want. But after this earthly life is up, you will be treated just as you previously treated others. And that is only fair.
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=============THE TIME IS NOW
I WROTE A MAN WITH MONEY:
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From: XXX@shaw.ca
To:
Sent: Sunday, 23 December 2012, 23:01
Subject: Fw: Gun Run
—– Original Message —–
—– Original Message —–
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Will our people fight? They will a lot better if they have no paralyzing fear of death as meaning the eternal extinction of their soul. If people grasp that their soul will live on and yet be judged — in our critical time — especially by how much courage and self-sacrifice we show in our nation’s need, then they have the inner workings to be fighters. Hence my blog today (see above) and the book I am nearly finished translating.
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The enemy is doing everything in his power to strangle me in the only way he can, financially.
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He does not want a heroic martyr; he wants me to burn out in bitter disappointment and agree with the consensus “people today are just too f–g stupid.” Yes, 90% ARE, but ten percent are NOT, and that is all George Washington needed, that and powerful foreign help from France, Spain and Holland. (Remember — the US government regime has many powerful enemies overseas who would WANT a powerful antizionist resistance movement to arise here to stop the Bush-bama-clinton collaborator regime — in their own selfish interest. The principle? “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”)
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This article by me will be the cover story in the Barnes Review magazine: Scroll down 1/5th to “A REVOLUTION “AT THE END OF ITS TETHER” FINALLY SUCCEEDS” here: https://johndenugent.com/english/a-revolution-at-the-end-of-its-tether-finally-succeeds
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–four Youtube channels closed
–Facebook page closed
–three gmail accounts closed
DEFEAT THE KILLERS OF ALL WE HOLD DEAR.
John
(724) 596-4284
681 Canal Road
Apollo PA 15613
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============WHY RUN FOR “PRESIDENT”?
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Speaking of Texas, a comrade there wrote me:
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From: XXX@att.net>
To: john_denugent@yahoo.com
Sent: Monday, 24 December 2012, 9:09
Subject: Campaign Contributions
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Hi, Dylan.Yes, you are right. running for president does indeed limit donations to $2500 — but only to something political.I need two separate organizations — one political and the other religious. The religious one can take in any amount, and (to be hard-nosed) people often give incredible amounts to religious groups that offer guilt-ridden older souls a path to salvation…. And since I really do walk the walk, I assume the respinsibility of a spiritual leader as well.As for running for the presidency, mein lieber Herr Dylan
, this has the huge advantage of actually legally enabling my supporters to go door-to-door and nationwide with flyers, and we must have a grass-roots organization that is not just virtual, that is, in cyberspace.When I put out my first flyers in October talking about God, and not mentioning a presidential campaign…… (here is the top of that flyer),#https://johndenugent.com/english/brochure-for-apollo-pa-on-the-numec-cancer-wave-and-the-sandusky-affair-the-tip-of-a-pedophile-iceberg
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All our nation’s woes are “because we forgot God”
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Sandusky – sentenced — but what about the other molesters?
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LAWSUIT for CANCER MEGA-DEATHS from NUMEC —– its radioactive waste dumped all over our area by wicked Pittsburgh scientist Zalman Shapiro, 92, still living in health and wealth in Oakland as out here our loved ones die
—–the Kiski Township council vice-president, Mike Bash, came over promptly to my door and told me I needed to “apply for permission to hand out flyers.”
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Apollo Borough also told me that, and the snippy town secretary said “the council will consider your application” with great hostility in her voice.
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Yeah, right, “consider” it….
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I think they lack the chutzpah, though, to tell me I cannot run for president.
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If I CAN, then I and mine can distribute flyers. No federal candidate, it is universally acknowledged by law and custom, needs a local town’s “permission” to run, campaign or hand out literature. “Federal” tops “local.”
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Of course, for any presidential run to be credible in terms of cops and towns, I must have the physical trappings of a real run: campaign flyers, buttons, yard signs, receptionist, PO box, and a ve-hick-le 😉 that does not look like Jed Clampett and the Beverly Hillbillies sold it to me….
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https://johndenugent.com/english/the-spiritual-world
12/24 @ 11:54 : Apollo, Pennsylvania, US
12/24 @ 10:33 : Woodhaven, New York, US
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