Hello,
I do not expect people to believe my stories, and that is why I usually do not talk about them.
The youth that beat me and kicked me in the groin in a large gang was typical of my youth for this
region in the 80’s during the rescission. The reason for this is that we have in the next town a
steel mill (Northwestern Steel and Wire but now shutdown) that had the world’s largest electric
furnace and employed about 5,000 people in its prime and had been open for over a hundred years in
Sterling, IL, and during the recession of the 80’s the union of the mill had problems with the
company and the mill closed for long periods of time causing much political unrest.
The city of Sterling had something like 15,000 people and, Rock Falls the town that I live in, had
something like 6,000 people at the time of the 80’s recession. When the mill would close because
of the economy and because of labor relations, one quarter to one third of the people would be
without a job. And what is more important is that when the mill was open people would spend
sometimes perhaps 80 hours a week at work a week.
The mill had three plans mostly in Sterling but one in Rock Falls (the Rock Falls location was ½ a
block from my house). The mill was something like one of the top ten polluters in the nation when
it closed, and the EPA almost always gave the mill trouble. The mill was one of the last companies
in the United States to stop using coal for its trains, and as a result of the pollution caused by
such fuels used in such archaic equipment this region had a dark orange haze around it that could
be seen from 20 to 25 miles into the country.
So many people both got killed and got seriously hurt at the mill that the mill made its own clinic
in the 80’s for its employees to go to. The temperatures inside of the furnace room at the mill
had been close to 400 degrees in locations that people worked, and because of this such people
dressed in multiple layers of insulated underwear year round so that they could go into the furnace
room and be insulated by the heat. Overall, as a result of such conditions people that worked at
the mill had very hard lives.
Many people at the mill got killed by molten steel spraying on them, falling into the steel, or
steel falling on them. When I was younger in the 80’s I remember that most people that died of
illness almost always died in this community of cancer, and most cars and trucks in this aria even
just a few years old would almost completely rust through the body with huge holes all over.
Overall, all of the problems in this community with its attitude toward education, low morality,
and just plain ungodly behaviors had been associated with the mill in how the mill developed people
through its conditions.
The group of youth that I am talking about that kicked me in the groin in such prolonged times for
so many years had been children from parents that I believe must have worked at the mill, and those
children came from Chicago (my assumption is that their parents relocated because the mill offered
very good pay). When a large group of kids from very ruff neighborhoods from Chicago all get
together especially with free youth marshal arts training provided to youth from the local armory
as a draw to get children to consider joining the military as adults, this was not a good
combination of things. Overall, this community thus developed a pack of kids that had the moral
temperament, training, and experience to act in a gang such that they could target people on the
street and harm them very severely.
My parents spoke to police and educators about the issue many times, and my mother who did not have
a job when I was younger would not walk me to or home from school after I was perhaps 5 or 6
because she knew that if any physical interaction occurred between her and the gang that since she
was the adult she would be to blame with a large group of children to testify all the same way
against her. In a similar way if a police officer got involved the children could attack him, and
he could not use any weapons against them because if he did then a large group of children would
all testify that some police officer approached them and did such and such or whatever their story
would be. As a result of the craftiness of the youth what happened is that educators, police, and
everyone else for the most part was very afraid of them. Overall, because our criminal justice
system treats youth differently then adults, not a lot could have been done even if police would
have acted.
Now the "good side of things" is that since other youth knew of the ease and ‘government
protection’ given to street gangs of youth at the time, I thus found in latter years that the youth
that beet me for so many years had two other gangs of youth that would attack them as they would
get further away from school then I lived. If I recall correctly on a national level soon latter
the, "so no to drugs" campaign occurred and then soon after the issue of gangs taking over our
streets was voiced on a national level because other regions had the same problem. Overall, our
city like other cities got the message from the national campaign, this problem was reduced all
over the county, and then cities got smarter about this kind of issue.
To answer your question about why my parents kept sending me to school I can say that my parents
would have kept me home but they knew that if they did that I would be taken away from the home by
our government. At the time my mother was severely mentally ill, problems existed at home, and my
father was unemployed most of the time with everyone else because of the recession (my father just
managed to keep from loosing the home by both of us working for elderly neighbors to cut grass and
shovel snow for mortgage payments and food). Overall, since I was considered to have done the most
important task of the family by going to public school my father being unemployed would say, "your
work is your school"; moreover, he said this to encourage me because I had a learning disability
and he wanted to make sure that I was doing all of my homework before I would help him shovel snow
or mow grass until nightfall.
Even though my father’s attitude was the way it was about my education as a youth his attitude did
not continue as I became an adult because he saw a High School diploma as being the maximum amount
of education that a responsible person would gain, and as a result he worked hard against me
furiously as I went to college. My father whom I worked with as a youth, who had become a
carpenter at the age of 7 from his uncle’s training and work with his uncle, was so against me as a
adult that he spoke all kinds of evil about me to everyone that he knew about me having a low work
ethic and other such things, and this happened even though I worked closely with my father for very
long days as a youth as he had pocketed more than 98% of the funds that I helped him make.
Overall, I do not have the opportunities in this community perhaps as a result of the type of
things that happened, and in my early twenties I felt that I had been taken advantage of by my
father because all the work that I helped him do that developed everything that he had was being
used in such a way against me that I was loosing opportunities in the community; moreover, his
attitude was because I was trying to become a educated person like the people who my grandfather
(father of my father) had as enemies because they offended him because he did not know how to read
or write but still wanted to be the center of society.
To answer your question about my mother’s experience as a child her story is terrible, and as a
youth I would often have to hear my mother tell the graphic details of her story thoroughly time
and time again as she would keep me awake sometimes until times such as 2:00am even though I had
school the next day. Even today my mother continues to be so mentally ill that I sometimes
hesitate brining her into public, but now she is far better then what she ever was before she took
medication. Overall, my mother has a lot of problems not because of the Satanists but because she
was molested by multiple people as a little girl over a long period of time and her father had a
Master’s degree in psychology and worked as a General’s aid in the military during the cold war
(this means that the nuttyness spread across my mother’s family of ten with her two parents and
seven brothers and sisters).
Currently I do not have a denomination anymore, I no longer do ministry because I stopped doing
ministry when I moved back home with my parents after graduating the last time from college, but I
try to attend various churches to see the place that I fit in the best. I have come to the
conclusion that I am not a Christian by denomination but instead by nationality because I am born
of God, Christ is my king, and I can identify both my brothers and sisters and our nation for the
most part. Our nation will not rise by force but by our suffering, our nation will not rise by
pride but by humility, our nation will rise by the hand of God, through the hand of God such that
like the crucifixion and resurrection people will know that it is something that only God himself
could have ever done because its beyond the ability of anyone person or group of people being able
to achieve.
You need to be a soldier in the army of God, and you need to be a soldier of peace. The type of
soldier who’s tools of battle tar apart the evil in a man’s own spirit. The type of soldier who
does not fear death because he knows that he will be in glory.
Yes we are in a war such that everything and everyone around us is our enemy or may be our enemy,
but we need to pray for our enemies. If someone like those children who kicked me in my crotch for
so many years does the same to you, then you need to pray for their salvation. Our God hears our
prayers and he exercises his powers as king.
We now look through a mirror darkly, and we see our God faintly. Soon, very soon however we will
see our God face to face, and nothing will compare because even our words are just empty, hollow,
shallow meaningless sounds and symbols that can never show our God to anyone. If Christ truly and
fully appeared to you and said, "peace be with you" no doubt could or would exist about who he is,
and you would feel perhaps similar to what you would feel when you look into the sun in the sky
without any thought, recollection, or awareness of yourself or your environment, and when Christ
speaks his words will transform you like his hands would mold clay.
I am not asking you to believe, endorse, or in any way agree with anything that I have to say, but
the reason why I say these things is because I am deeply compelled to do so. If I keep quiet about
the glory of God, then even the rocks will cry out "Hosanna to the Son of David." God is God, that
is just the bottom line.
To answer your question about why I do not write a book I must say that the thought has crossed my
mind, but every book that I have ever written has not been every successful. Jesus on the Web
however goes out into the world with controls translated in languages including Arabic and Hebrew,
and so I know that even people in the Middle East read our news group that I started by the power
of God. Our group has approximately 750 hits a week, close to 100,000 hits a year if not greatly
exceeding, and at its last peek nearly 350 registered members. Overall, many of the people on this
group I know in person because I spoke with everyone that I saw for the most part for a long period
of time about our news group back in 2005 when the group was founded. Overall, I hope that more
people like you find this group from searching the web and decide to join, contribute, and even
lead discussions because that is our mission.
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