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History is revealed to us in so many ways.  Its political movements and the hijinks of actors and personalities from all sectors of society are, these days, an open book to us. It is amazing how much of the more trivial news in all this is absorbed as consequent content.
 
While Kim Kardashian’s new dress or the most recent rapper take the scene may hold value in some eyes, I wonder just how much of real consequence is hopelessly hidden beside the façade, the three ring circus that keeps us in a childlike stupor, less inclined to focus.
 
I am an admittedly naïve individual, even at 53. I believed in the Government of my grandfather and his, not by any means ever a squeaky, clean organization, but one that was still more, grey than black in intention. But, then Governments really cannot be judged as individuals like people locked in a certain faith.  Governments are, by necessity, less skilled or interested in propriety and are more of an ardent believer in the terminologies like manifest destiny.
 
They, in general, are like married couples. No matter how happy and well-adjusted on the surface, no matter how serene or even benevolent the public face, there is always another set of expressions and beliefs voiced behind closed doors, more indicative of the big picture, one we are shielded from. There really is no complaint in this statement, this understanding, no debasing critic meant.  It is just one of the inescapable, like the thorn accompanying the rose, or the stink of sweat with healthy exertion. Unfortunately these are just signs along the way, marks on the wall to show a child’s physical growth.
 
Really, just how much responsibility can we place on the Governments of the world for hiding facts, and all the other fearful things in question we lie at their doors, when for the larger part we are abundantly satisfied with our position as the horse plodding on with blinders, when we are blissful in our ignorance?
 
(“However be careful, and watch yourselves closely so that you don’t forget the things which you have seen with your own eyes. Don’t let them fade from your memory as long as you live. Teach them to your children and your grandchildren. “)  Deuteronomy 4; 9
 
I wonder, sometimes, if we are the only hope of our children’s real education, the schooling that seems of little importance to society. I wonder if the strange reports Lori and I have accumulated really are something that is kind to press upon another no matter how good and protective the intention.
 
I wonder if there is a complete truth in that scripture, one that truly serves the needs of all and don’t, by the necessity of its possible subject matter, only instead separate people in long held, immovable lines of logic and belief.
 
For over 3 years we’ve given ourselves to something  we passionately believed in. But, in all that time the responses to the narratives we have left, the frightful pictures we have gathered, has been minimal. I completely understand, what can you say?   I am not a priest, and have never been a temperament enough man to adequately pass on a message of this importance.
 
But we tried. A vehicle was lost in the effort and probably a few thousand dollars in gas, memory cards, cameras and computers that we wore out.  Our health has been, from the first day of it, in question. I literaly had a new life laid at my feet with the means of controlling my illness and what did I do?  We hastened directly into three years of nightmares. I’m tired!  I’m done!   I want to go about my life without the truth that hangs over our head, so constantly on my lips. I want to blissfully don the blinders and finally, as much as humanly possible, relax.
 
There is no way, no amount of time, no inundation of new experience that will ever wash away the truth, as in the scripture, one that I have seen with my own eyes.
 

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