ROANOKE ISLAND, North Carolina - July 3, 2012 - Andy Griffith, whose homespun mix of humor and wisdom made The Andy Griffith Show an enduring TV favorite, dies Tuesday morning of a heart attack. He was 86.
Griffith died around 7:00 a.m. in his Roanoke Island, North Carolina home.
Griffith is most famous for his portrayal of Mayberry town sheriff Andy Taylor on The Andy Griffith Show and as the titular defense lawyer on the legal drama Matlock.
By Devvy Kidd
June 9, 2012 - On the evening of June 4, 2012, I checked into my hotel in Sacramento, Kalifornia. After doing the usual fussing around with luggage, I turned on the computer to check email. One of the first I saw was: Tommy Cryer, R.I.P.
I guess you could say I was literally struck dumb. I kept looking at the screen, but couldn't process what I was reading. I was that shocked. I finally opened the email; read it several times. Just stared at the screen.
After sitting there a while, I made a phone call. Tommy did pass away in the early morning hours, Monday, June 4th. Then I sat and cried. Due to travel delays, I was unable to get to Shreveport by Thursday, June 7, 2012, for Tommy's funeral. I still can't bring myself to delete his email address from my email box. It is a small comfort to know he slipped away peacefully in his sleep.
When a loved one or dear friend has a long illness and passes away or reaches the end of a long life, you expect it. It is part of life that we all accept. Not that we don’t grieve just as much, because we do, but when a loved one or dear friend dies suddenly without warning, you don't get to say good-bye. You wonder if you told your loved one or dear friend how much they meant to you and how you value their friendship. I spoke with Tommy less than a week before he died. Now I will never hear his voice again. But I know Tommy knew there is one true God and I believe he is now with Our Father in heaven.
For those who didn't know Tommy, he lived a rich and vibrant life. Tommy graduated cum laude with a Juris Doctor from LSU Law School in 1973 and was inducted into the Order of the Coif, the world's most prestigious honorary society for legal scholars and practitioners. He served in the U.S. Army in the Adjutant General Corps, honorably discharged as a Captain.
He served as a Special Advisor and Draftsman at the Louisiana Constitutional Convention in 1973 and that he has argued cases before the Louisiana Supreme Court. Tommy made new law by winning a number of landmark cases and was inducted into the LSU Law School's Hall of Fame after only 14 years of practice. Tommy had been a trial and appellate lawyer for 36 years.
Tommy and Larry Becraft, in addition to being lawyers with full plates, did their radio shows during the week and on Saturdays, bringing their decades of experience to listeners as well as analyzing court decisions and current events.
Tommy was an endless source of history whenever I saw him. Having lived in the south for most of his life, Tommy filled my ears with things I never knew. When we spoke on the phone and even in emails, Tommy told me all about his decades of experience in the madness called politics in America. There was never just a “quick phone call” with him.
Tommy was active most of his adult life in the Republican Party and I know he tried to bring his knowledge of the founding of this republic and the proper role of government to the troops at the local level.
I was also blessed by that dear man in that, like Dr. Edwin Vieira and Larry Becraft, just to name two, Tommy gave me so much regarding the law. A major topic of discussion was our judicial system and corruption in the courts. Of course, Tommy would know, since the federal mafia indicted him back in 2007 for failing to file tax returns. Thankfully, the jury unanimously acquitted him.
However, that didn't stop the criminals in the IRS in their persecution of Tommy. He has spent the past few years fighting them because even though he was acquitted, the IRS will go after you in civil court. All that stress was not good for a man who had two very serious heart attacks over the years.
Regular readers of my columns know Tommy was also representing me, my husband and 190 petitioners in our fight against the “smart” meter out here in Texas. It has been rough going, fighting the lies and deception.
In late March through most of April, Tommy fought a very bad bout of pneumonia. Bless his heart, he hung in there for our case even though most of the time he was very sick. I am addressing our situation now that Tommy has left us way too soon.
Tommy had a brilliant legal mind; like a steel trap ready to snap against his opponents. He loved the law. Tommy also loved this country and like tens of millions of us, was sickened by what we've seen going on for the past couple of decades, as the rotting corpse of a once great nation struggles to stay alive.
Most people don't know that Tommy sacrificed a great deal in both time and money with his Truth Attack project. He had several things going regarding Truth Attack at the time of his passing. Tommy also left this nation with a great gift, his Memorandum, which I will address in my next column. There is much work to be done.
But more than anything, Tommy Cryer was genuinely a wonderful human being. He represented individuals without charge when he could, simply because he hated injustice. He hated thugs who work for the General Government's alphabet soup agencies who have no regard for the U.S. Constitution; only their paychecks and power.
Tommy Cryer was a kind soul. So easygoing and oh, my, was he ever funny. While sitting at lunch this past February in Austin (we filed our first petition with the Texas PUC), even discussing his latest rounds with the IRS, Tommy would throw in some zingers. The food severs must have thought we were nuts with all the laughing.
We will miss Tommy, but we will never forget him and all his hard work in bringing the truth to light.
Tommy is survived by his dear wife, Dee Dee and one brother.
June 4, 2012 - It is with a heavy heart I bring you the news of Bob Chapman’s passing. He passed away on June 4, 2012. Bob was a true legend and has undoubtedly left his mark on history. He will be sorely missed.
Robert “Bob” John Chapman, age 76, of Winter Haven, Florida (formally of Mexico) died Monday, June 4, 2012 due to pancreatic cancer. He was born October 16, 1935 in Boston, Massachusetts, the son of John Chapman and Ruth Donley Chapman.
Bob was a veteran of the U.S. Army, a writer of a newsletter discussing finances and economics, and a regular radio commentator discussing politics as well as economics and finances. Most of his working life he served as a stockbroker.
Bob is survived by his wife of 47 years, Judith “Judy” Dabrowski Chapman, son, Robert Michael Chapman, daughter, Jenifer Gillotti and her husband Matt, sisters, Dorothy Trecker and Joan Lotz, and 4 grandchildren.
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June 7, 2012 - Ray Douglas Bradbury, who was born Aug. 22, 1920, in Waukegan, Illinois, died June 5 in Los Angeles. He was 91.
Ray Bradbury was a boundlessly imaginative novelist who wrote some of the most popular science-fiction books of all time, including “Fahrenheit 451” and “The Martian Chronicles,” and who transformed the genre of flying saucers and little green men into literature exploring childhood terrors, colonialism, and the erosion of individual thought.
Mr. Bradbury, who began his career in the 1930s contributing stories to pulp-fiction magazines, received a special Pulitzer Prize citation in 2007 “for his distinguished, prolific and deeply influential career as an unmatched author of science fiction and fantasy.”
His body of works, which continued to appear through recent years to terrific reviews, encompassed more than 500 titles, including novels, plays, children’s books, and short stories. His tales were often made into films, including the futuristic story of a book-burning society (director Francois Truffaut’s “Fahrenheit 451” in 1966), a suspense story about childhood fears (“Something Wicked This Way Comes” in 1983) and the more straightforward alien-attack story (“It Came From Outer Space” in 1953).
He helped write filmmaker John Huston’s 1956 movie adaptation of Herman Melville’s novel “Moby-Dick” and contributed scripts to the TV anthology programs “The Twilight Zone” and “Alfred Hitchcock Presents”. Mr. Bradbury hosted his own science-fiction anthology program, “The Ray Bradbury Theater,” from 1985 to 1992 on the HBO and USA cable networks.
“The Martian Chronicles,” released to wide acclaim in 1950, used the guide of science fiction to explore colonialism, nuclear war, and the transformative power of one’s environment.
The book sealed his reputation as a science-fiction writer, but Mr. Bradbury frequently eschewed the label.
“People say, ‘Are you a fantasy writer?’ No,” Mr. Bradbury told the Charlotte Observer in 1997. “ ‘Are you a science-fiction writer?’ No. I’m a magician.”
He explained, “Science fiction is the art of the possible, not the art of the impossible. As soon as you deal with things that can’t happen, you are writing fantasy.”
Mr. Bradbury said “Fahrenheit 451,” based on a novella he called “The Fireman,” was his only work of science fiction.
The 1953 book centers on Guy Montag, a fireman of the future charged with burning books. Montag joins a rogue group seeking to save the great writings of civilization through memorization. Mr. Bradbury said the story was inspired by the Nazi book bonfires of the 1930s that he saw in movie newsreels as a young man.
Many observers linked the anti-book-burning message and that “Fahrenheit 451” was published at a peak moment of Sen. Joseph McCarthy’s anti-communist crusade. Mr. Bradbury said “Fahrenheit 451” was not necessarily about top-down censorship.
The real threat is not from Big Brother, but from little sister [and] all those groups, men and women, who want to impose their views from below,” he told the Times of London in 1993. “If you allow every minority to grab one book off the shelf you’ll have nothing in the library.”
He developed a love of books at an early age, with favorite authors including Edgar Allan Poe, Jules Verne and H.G. Wells, and spent many nights at the local library. In a 1985 interview with the Los Angeles Times, he recalled that he was “fairly poor” - his father was a lineman who had trouble finding work - and that he used the scraps of paper provided by the library for reference notes to write down bits of short stories.
He was inspired to write his first story at age 12 by Mr. Electrico, a performer at a traveling carnival. The performer sent an electric current through the boy’s body, proclaiming, “Live forever!” and later said they’d known each other in one of Mr. Bradbury’s previous lives. The experience evolved into the novel “Something Wicked This Way Comes” (1962), the basis for a film of the same name starring Jonathan Pryce as a diabolical circus owner.
He scripted the 1962 animated history of flight, “Icarus Montgolfier Wright,” which received an Academy Award nomination for best short film, and won a Daytime Emmy in 1993 for writing the animated children’s program, “The Halloween Tree.”
In 2004, President George W. Bush presented Mr. Bradbury with the National Medal of Arts, the nation’s highest award given to artists.
“I can’t name a writer who’s had a more perfect life,” Mr. Bradbury told the New York Times in 1983. “My books are all in print, I’m in all the school libraries, and when I go places I get the applause at the start of my speech.”
DENVER, Colorado - November 21, 2010 – I just received this sad news. David Nolan, who along with eight others founded the Libertarian Party in his living room in Denver in 1971, unexpectedly died yesterday (Saturday, Nov. 20). He apparently suffered a stroke while driving alone. His car went off the road and struck something, which may have contributed to his death.
He would have been 67 years old this Tuesday, and was trying to raise $1,000 for his favorite cause, "Advocates for Self Government."
He is survived by his wife Elizabeth. More information forthcoming as it becomes available on his Facebook account.
He had just finished running against John McCain for his Senate seat in Arizona, having received over 80,000 votes in a four-way race in which he handled himself throughout the campaign in a demeanor and with admirable robust candor that would make any libertarian proud.
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By Devvy Kidd
Joan Veon passed away on October 18, 2010.
America has lost one of its most ardent freedom fighters and a true lady.
Back in 2007, Joan was diagnosed with metastasis breast cancer. Because it had spread from the breast into the lymph nodes and spine, she was told her cancer was in a stage four.
That remarkable woman never stopped her efforts to expose the agenda of world government, even while fighting for her life. She wrote about it in one of her columns:
"The cancer was God's mercy to me. It was the wake-up call of a lifetime as I had to face myself. Ps. 51:17 says that the “sacrifices of God are a broken and contrite heart.” The Cross is where we exchange our bitterness and anger for peace and joy found only in Jesus. This is truth. Once I let the anger go, (forgiving myself) I could forgive others. God heard my cry in November, 2007 and provided a measure of strength to a body that could not go on. In that moment of confession, He took away all the pain in my spine which was from the cancer affecting the bones. That's Jesus. At every moment of my journey to wellness, He has provided answers, direction, and life. I am content spiritually, physically, mentally, and emotionally.
"In a world without safety nets it no longer matters what kind of problems we are confronted with: high inflation, the high cost of living, joblessness, sickness, despair, divorce, or the evil men who control the world. It is God who delivers and provides, who sits on the edge of the world (Isa. 40:20-31). It is for us to embrace His promises. The Bible is very clear about one thing, if you seek God with all your heart, you will find Him, but you must be sincere otherwise it doesn't work."
Joan attended more than 100 conferences put on by the elites who rule the world and want to destroy ours. She traveled to many foreign countries to get the truth first hand. A huge sacrifice demanding a great deal of time away from her family. But, she did it because, like millions of us, we know the grand scheme underway to bring down our country and force us to be ruled by a one world government. Joan said no way and dedicated herself to fending off the attacks on our sovereignty with her columns, speeches and radio appearances.
Joan's columns provide Americans with the hard hitting facts and truth about the treachery which has been underway for more than a hundred years. I hope you will bookmark her archives and read her columns; perhaps one every few days. Her relentless pursuit of the truth has provided millions of us - not just here in America - with the facts to enable us to fight world tyranny. Joan's research is respected by so many and her contributions as a real American Patriot will not be forgotten.
I had the pleasure of meeting Joan years ago at an Agenda 21 conference in Reno. The same one where I met the late, former U.S. Congresswoman Helen Chenowith-Hage.
I will always remember meeting both of those remarkable women. It is so very sad that both left our world way too early.
God's blessings to you, dear Joan. You are already sorely missed.
CENTERTOWN, Missouri - March 13, 2011 - Derry Brownfield, one of the Midwest’s best know farm broadcasters, has died.
Born in 1932, Derry Brownfield died in his home early Saturday from an apparent heart attack. Derry was known for his informative, witty and colorful delivery of the news on his radio show, the Derry Brownfield Show.
Even at the age of 79, Derry could still saddle up and ride a horse.
Derry first entered the world of broadcasting when he and a friend established the Brownfield Network in 1972. In 1994, he established his own radio show, the Derry Brownfield Show. In 1997, Learfield Communications purchased the Brownfield Network but Derry remained on the air until 2008, when a dispute with major advertiser Monsanto resulted in cancellation of his show. Never one to give up, Derry continued broadcasting his show via webcast.
In 1949, at the age of 16, Derry earned his FFA American Farmer degree. He later attended Missouri University, earning both BA and MS degrees. After graduating from MU, he taught Vo Ag for several years before working for the Missouri Department of Agriculture as a marketing specialist. He also served as director of the Kansas City Livestock Foundation.
Over the years, Derry grew his family beef operation to 200 head of purebred Charolais cows on 1,000 acres of Missouri pasture.
Long an advocate for family based agriculture and a harsh critic of its enemies, Derry Brownfield will be missed across Missouri and the entire nation.
My father was a great man.
Not just because he was my father; he was great man in his own right.
My father was born in the early part of the 20th century.
As he grew up, he realized that he wanted to be a doctor; he wanted to help people to be healthy. More than that, he had a passion for medicine. Yet he was a Jewish man from a poor family. In those days it was difficult enough for Jews to get into medical school; without financial resources it was almost impossible.
But dad would not listen to the “experts” who told him to give up his mad dream of practicing medicine and do something else - something more practical - with his life.
Dad would not accept practical suggestions that deprived him of his dream. Instead, he studied hard, constantly learning about his chosen profession, oblivious to the sizable number of people telling him that he just couldn’t be a doctor.
He ended up with the second highest GPA at New York University during the entire decade of the 1940s. His grades were so good that he was able to get into medical school. He became a doctor, and he loved being a doctor.
Not only that, dad was famous. I never knew that until one day, going through and organizing some of his old books, I discovered an article on a condition with his name on it. Dad studied hematology - his medical specialty - with the man who discovered the field. He was regarded as top in his chosen field, though his humility prevented him from ever claiming accolades for his achievements.
Dad was an old fashioned doctor; he told me many times that he believed almost everything that went wrong with the human body would correct itself; doctors could hopefully help when the body couldn’t heal on its own. He was not a pill-pusher; he did not prescribe in order to promote sales of medicines… he cared first and foremost about his patients.
He used to have patients whom he had seen for decades come to his office just to talk, and he always made time to listen. I even remember him making house calls when necessary!
But what made my father a great man was that he persevered in pursuit of his dreams, despite being told they were unreasonable. He committed himself to a vision in which he could spend his life helping people to live longer and better lives.
Dad had the courage of his convictions. In a world where principle and conviction too often take a back seat to more practical concerns such as money, position and convenience, my father never wavered from his principles. He was both humble and honest.
His example has been and continues to be my inspiration. Everything I have accomplished in life has been due to my dedication to principle, which I learned from dad. Every person I have touched with my own passion and expertise, everyone I have been able to help and the lives I have benefited by my knowledge and experience; all these are the direct result of the example set for me by my father. And I am just one person.
Consider all those people whose lives he saved or prolonged. Consider what they were able to do with the time dad gave them; who they touched with their lives as a result of dad’s efforts. Consider how he touched each of you, and the ways in which he made a difference in your life.
My father touched the lives of countless numbers of people. I believe that each life he touched was made better for the experience; and those same people dad touched went on to touch the lives of others, who in turn would touch others, in a never-ending cycle.
If you toss a pebble into the ocean it creates ripples, and those ripples continue long past your ability to see them. Dad created innumerable ripples in the Ocean of Life; we will never know the full extent of the good he has done for our world. We will never be able to quantify how much of a difference he made to us all. But of this I am certain: the ripples he started will continue to make a positive impact on the lives of many people in many places.
There are few times in my life I have ever used the word “admire”. To look up to someone in some way separates me from that person, so while I respect and love, I tend not to “admire”. One of the very few exceptions is dad.
I admired my father; I still do. I looked up to him; I still do. He was and is my inspiration and moral support. If I have ever helped anyone with my knowledge and dedication, it is due to the influence dad continues to have on me.
He leaves behind a legacy from which any and all of us may become better people: to stand true to our convictions and dedicate ourselves with passion to the principles in which we believe.
My dad leaves an imprint on our world that we should never forget. He will forever be remembered in the hearts and minds of those he touched, and those they touched, and there have been so many.
I can only strive to live my life with as much integrity as did my father; the same is true for each of you. He leaves us a blueprint of how to live a good life. He wasn’t fancy, but his life had genuine meaning in the Scheme of Things.
Thank you dad, for being such a shining example to me of truth, justice and love.
My father was a great man. He is now with my mother, whom he dearly and truly loved; they are finally and forever together again. He has earned a place at God’s Table. I miss him terribly. I love him deeply. Our world is diminished by his loss.
Not just because he was my father; he was great man in his own right.
My father was born in the early part of the 20th century.
As he grew up, he realized that he wanted to be a doctor; he wanted to help people to be healthy. More than that, he had a passion for medicine. Yet he was a Jewish man from a poor family. In those days it was difficult enough for Jews to get into medical school; without financial resources it was almost impossible.
But dad would not listen to the “experts” who told him to give up his mad dream of practicing medicine and do something else - something more practical - with his life.
Dad would not accept practical suggestions that deprived him of his dream. Instead, he studied hard, constantly learning about his chosen profession, oblivious to the sizable number of people telling him that he just couldn’t be a doctor.
He ended up with the second highest GPA at New York University during the entire decade of the 1940s. His grades were so good that he was able to get into medical school. He became a doctor, and he loved being a doctor.
Not only that, dad was famous. I never knew that until one day, going through and organizing some of his old books, I discovered an article on a condition with his name on it. Dad studied hematology - his medical specialty - with the man who discovered the field. He was regarded as top in his chosen field, though his humility prevented him from ever claiming accolades for his achievements.
Dad was an old fashioned doctor; he told me many times that he believed almost everything that went wrong with the human body would correct itself; doctors could hopefully help when the body couldn’t heal on its own. He was not a pill-pusher; he did not prescribe in order to promote sales of medicines… he cared first and foremost about his patients.
He used to have patients whom he had seen for decades come to his office just to talk, and he always made time to listen. I even remember him making house calls when necessary!
But what made my father a great man was that he persevered in pursuit of his dreams, despite being told they were unreasonable. He committed himself to a vision in which he could spend his life helping people to live longer and better lives.
Dad had the courage of his convictions. In a world where principle and conviction too often take a back seat to more practical concerns such as money, position and convenience, my father never wavered from his principles. He was both humble and honest.
His example has been and continues to be my inspiration. Everything I have accomplished in life has been due to my dedication to principle, which I learned from dad. Every person I have touched with my own passion and expertise, everyone I have been able to help and the lives I have benefited by my knowledge and experience; all these are the direct result of the example set for me by my father. And I am just one person.
Consider all those people whose lives he saved or prolonged. Consider what they were able to do with the time dad gave them; who they touched with their lives as a result of dad’s efforts. Consider how he touched each of you, and the ways in which he made a difference in your life.
My father touched the lives of countless numbers of people. I believe that each life he touched was made better for the experience; and those same people dad touched went on to touch the lives of others, who in turn would touch others, in a never-ending cycle.
If you toss a pebble into the ocean it creates ripples, and those ripples continue long past your ability to see them. Dad created innumerable ripples in the Ocean of Life; we will never know the full extent of the good he has done for our world. We will never be able to quantify how much of a difference he made to us all. But of this I am certain: the ripples he started will continue to make a positive impact on the lives of many people in many places.
There are few times in my life I have ever used the word “admire”. To look up to someone in some way separates me from that person, so while I respect and love, I tend not to “admire”. One of the very few exceptions is dad.
I admired my father; I still do. I looked up to him; I still do. He was and is my inspiration and moral support. If I have ever helped anyone with my knowledge and dedication, it is due to the influence dad continues to have on me.
He leaves behind a legacy from which any and all of us may become better people: to stand true to our convictions and dedicate ourselves with passion to the principles in which we believe.
My dad leaves an imprint on our world that we should never forget. He will forever be remembered in the hearts and minds of those he touched, and those they touched, and there have been so many.
I can only strive to live my life with as much integrity as did my father; the same is true for each of you. He leaves us a blueprint of how to live a good life. He wasn’t fancy, but his life had genuine meaning in the Scheme of Things.
Thank you dad, for being such a shining example to me of truth, justice and love.
My father was a great man. He is now with my mother, whom he dearly and truly loved; they are finally and forever together again. He has earned a place at God’s Table. I miss him terribly. I love him deeply. Our world is diminished by his loss.
Legendary author of scores of books and pamphlets demolishing the lies of war making mainstream media, historian Eustace Mullins died on Tuesday, February 2, 2010, at the home of his caretaker in a small town in Texas.
"He was absolutely BRILLIANT in his research, writing and verbal presentations, and as honest a man and scholar as our country has ever produced. In all the interviews I had the great honor of doing with Eustace, he never ceased to amaze me... and to teach all of us critically important truths about our world and the evil, satanic group that is and has been dominating it for far too long. His knowledge and wisdom about the controllers was simply astonishing,” said Jeff Rense.
Mullins, who would have been 87 in March, suffered a stroke three weeks ago in Columbus, Ohio. He had been on an extended tour of his admirers for much of the past year, visiting and chatting with many of his thousands of fans who jumped at the chance to buy his books from him in person.
The author of such incendiary books as Secrets of the Federal Reserve, Murder by Injection and The Curse of Canaan, Mullins was harassed by the FBI for almost a half century, and had one of his books burned in Germany in the 1950s. These stories are recounted in his book A Writ for Martyrs.
A protégé of the imprisoned patriotic poet Ezra Pound, Mullins compiled a well-researched raft of works that detailed the passage down through time of a hereditary group of banker-killers who have essentially ruled the world from behind the scenes since ancient times.
Eustace Mullins was one of the greatest political historians of the 20th century, and not just because he was not beholden to the power structure that deters candid reports about significant events, but because, guided by the greatest poet of the 20th century, who was imprisoned for broadcasting for peace, his meticulous research eventually uncovered virtually every significant political secret of the last 400 years.
It is a pity that so many people are too afraid to believe what Mullins told them, because it was much more of the truth than has ever been seen in our public schools or mainstream media.
Funeral arrangements and appropriate memorial information have yet to be released.
"He was absolutely BRILLIANT in his research, writing and verbal presentations, and as honest a man and scholar as our country has ever produced. In all the interviews I had the great honor of doing with Eustace, he never ceased to amaze me... and to teach all of us critically important truths about our world and the evil, satanic group that is and has been dominating it for far too long. His knowledge and wisdom about the controllers was simply astonishing,” said Jeff Rense.
Mullins, who would have been 87 in March, suffered a stroke three weeks ago in Columbus, Ohio. He had been on an extended tour of his admirers for much of the past year, visiting and chatting with many of his thousands of fans who jumped at the chance to buy his books from him in person.
The author of such incendiary books as Secrets of the Federal Reserve, Murder by Injection and The Curse of Canaan, Mullins was harassed by the FBI for almost a half century, and had one of his books burned in Germany in the 1950s. These stories are recounted in his book A Writ for Martyrs.
A protégé of the imprisoned patriotic poet Ezra Pound, Mullins compiled a well-researched raft of works that detailed the passage down through time of a hereditary group of banker-killers who have essentially ruled the world from behind the scenes since ancient times.
Eustace Mullins was one of the greatest political historians of the 20th century, and not just because he was not beholden to the power structure that deters candid reports about significant events, but because, guided by the greatest poet of the 20th century, who was imprisoned for broadcasting for peace, his meticulous research eventually uncovered virtually every significant political secret of the last 400 years.
It is a pity that so many people are too afraid to believe what Mullins told them, because it was much more of the truth than has ever been seen in our public schools or mainstream media.
Funeral arrangements and appropriate memorial information have yet to be released.
September 20, 2009 - 13 years ago I had a heart attack and died, but God noticed and sent me back after 4 blissful minutes with the vision of where Don Harkins got to go at 4:44 AM this morning. For our comfort 444 is the symbol Archangel Michael displays when present. I know he was there to guide Don.
I knew Don for several years before I first met him in the presence of Ingri when he was with her at an American Media Association organizational meeting in Phoenix. He had such a Joy in his heart and the brightest love-light in his eye that I had ever witnessed, rendering him powerless to contribute to the agenda of the meeting. However, the powerful presence of Love in the room enlightened the others present to accomplish major forward advances of that agenda. I know that the same love light in him will forever shine on those of us left in the room.
In man’s limited perspective of physical life, the 46 years that Don was with us physically seems short, however in God’s measure of accomplishment and Love, Don achieved the age of 210 and grew to be 10 feet tall. He earned his blissful reward.
To honor Don’s legacy we must all continue his brave work of exposing the diaper-clad purveyors of darkness to the Light known so well to him.
I Love You Don and will strive to continue your noble work until the time finally arrives when I can once again laugh and share a heavenly cocktail in your presence.
Dennis Grover, American
Ed. Note: Don Harkins was the editor-in-chief for The Idaho Observer newspaper. He dedicated his life exposing the myriad lies propounded by government politicians and international bankers, and providing sound and accurate information for all freedom-lovers everywhere. He will be sorely missed.
July 30, 2007 - Bill Walsh, the groundbreaking football coach who won three Super Bowls and perfected the ingenious schemes that became known as the West Coast offense during a Hall of Fame career with the San Francisco 49ers, has died. He was 75.
Walsh died early Monday following a long battle with leukemia, according to Stanford University, where he served as coach and athletic director.
