Who is America for now is an interesting email I received from someone its a pdf format and it is really interesting.

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Truth Justice and RE-ELECTION the first two are not as important as the last one. This is the Guilty County MOTO..

 

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Keep this moving, good stuff speaks for itself.

Samuel Thompson wrote:

I don't believe in Santa Claus, but I'm not going to sue somebody for singing a Ho-Ho-Ho song in December.

I don't agree with Darwin, but I didn't go out and hire a lawyer when my high school teacher taught his theory of evolution.

Life, liberty or your pursuit of happiness will not be endangered because someone says a 30-second prayer before a football game. So what's the big deal? It's not like somebody is up there reading the entire book of Acts. They're just talking to a God they believe in and asking him to grant safety to the players on the field and the fans going home from the game. "But it's a Christian prayer," some will argue. Yes, and this is the United States of America, a country founded on Christian principles. And we are in the Bible Belt. According to our very own phone book, Christian churches outnumber all others better than 200-to-1. So what would you expect-somebody chanting Hare Krishna?

If I went to a football game in Jerusalem, I would expect to hear a Jewish prayer.

If I went to a soccer game in Baghdad, I would expect to hear a Muslim prayer.

If I went to a ping pong match in China, I would expect to hear someone pray to Buddha.

And I wouldn't be offended. It wouldn't bother me one bit. When in Rome.

"But what about the atheists?" is another argument. What about them? Nobody is asking them to be baptized. We're not going to pass the collection plate. Just humor us for 30 seconds. If that's asking too much, bring a Walkman or a pair of ear plugs. Go to the bathroom. Visit the concession stand. Call your lawyer. Unfortunately, one or two will make that call. One or two will tell thousands what they can and cannot do. I don't think a short prayer at a football game is going to shake the world's foundations.

Christians are just sick and tired of turning the other cheek while our courts strip us of all our rights. Our parents and grandparents taught us to pray before eating, to pray before we go to sleep. Our Bible tells us just to pray without ceasing. Now a handful of people and their lawyers are telling us to cease praying. God, help us. And if that last sentence offends you, well..........just sue me.

The silent majority has been silent too long.. it's time we let that one or two who scream loud enough to be heard, that the vast majority don't care what they want.. it is time the majority rules!

It's time we tell them, you don't have to pray.. you don't have to say the pledge of allegiance, you don't have to believe in God or attend services that honor Him. That is your right, and we will honor your right.. but by golly you are no longer going to take our rights away .. we are fighting back.. and we WILL WIN! After all the God you have the right to denounce is on our side!

God bless us one and all, especially those who denounce Him...

God bless America, despite all her faults.. still the greatest nation of all.....

God bless our service men who are fighting to protect our right to pray and worship God...

May 2003 be the year the silent majority is heard and we put God back as the foundation of our families and institutions.

Keep looking up...... In God WE Trust

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I was born in Maine. Gardiner, Maine on October 26, 1967. We lived there for a few years when dad was in the Navy. Then we moved to Virginia for a year or so. That's where dad was stationed during the war. Then to Ohio! Dads home! The other half of our family! For about ten years we lived in Ohio.
It started in 1980 when Mom and dad asked us if we wanted to move Maine. I did think about it long; but not long enough. I would be giving up all my friends to learn how hunt and fish with Grampy Maxim, my cousins, uncles, to make new friends and to learn about our Great Grandfather Sir Hiram Maxim our Maine family. I thought it would be so cool. I asked them how were the people in Maine. They said they were good people. I said yes, I would love to move to Maine and get to know her people. So we went. We lived in the Gardiner for about two years. Then to Winthrop my freshman year where are grandfather was born in 1982! That's when my life went bad. I had some friends; but mostly people that had a problem with me for some unknown reason. Was it because I wore my hair long or that I had a southern accent. Maybe it was just that I kept to myself. I tried to fit in, but I just was not welcome here.
I met my sons' mother here in 1983. The first girl I ever really dated. Some friends fixed us up. I thought she was nice except for her funny noise; that didn't matter. My friends didn't think it would be a good thing. They were right. Nothing but bad things happened. She had just broke up with her boy friend and started dating me. I didn't know she had just broke up with him just days before. He followed us around all the time. Then he accused me of doing something I didn't do.
I was convicted of O. U. I. Only once. My senior year in 1985! Never again was I convicted of this. After this where has been an on going conflict between the police department and my family. They were always stopping me a giving me a hard time. They threatened to put me in prison. They threatened to do things to my family. {Like we don't want out of staters hunting on and buying all our land.} Making up bogus charges. I have had a lot of trouble with the law in Winthrop Maine, some of her people, and the department of motor vehicles.
In 1986 I graduated from Winthrop High School and a few months later my son was born. We named him Robert William. My friend for life! This was the best time in my life. Someone to fish with, to hunt with, and to tinker with! A son! Wow! But his mother and I were not getting along that well.
In 1987 she left with my son. She wanted to hang out with her friends at the bars. She couldn't wait for me. She had to live off the state like her mother. Oh well! If that's what she wants! I fought for my son; but the state was bent on paying for every thing. I had a job! She didn't. I had a place for him to live. She did to! All expenses paid by the state. Now I know why the deficit is so high here. I was paying for his health insurance and so was the state. Wow! What kinds of people are running Maine? Then the state screwed up my license. They had every thing on there twice. This is how I got my alias. My real name was active and the name they gave me. Which was a spelling error was suspended! But when I tried to get them to fix it. They told the police to give me my license back and dropped the charge and combined the two records. I asked them; how could you combine the two records. Isn't that double jeopardy? You're convicting me of the same crimes twice. There where some failure to produce insurance three, three unnecessary noises and four operating after suspensions in 1988. One of each as a result of the mix up in 1987! Yes, I did fail to show proof of insurance to the police. The Winthrop police were stopping me every week! I showed them I had insurance. I just got tired of it and started to refuse; if you were to see all the times I did in-between that would have proven my innocence; I even had to fill an SR-22 form. That didn't matter and no one told me all I had to do is show the judge either; so I plead guilty and lost my license. I rebelled against it and was punished for operating after suspension. After the fourth time my license was revoked and was considered a Habitual offender. It had nothing to do with O. U. I. That was something the police and the locals hopped up. I put my car up and bought an ATV; I looked into the laws that governed A.T.V.s. I contacted people in Motor vehicles and the department of Inland Fish and Game; They all told me I did not need a license to operate and ATV That I could operate it on the road to the extreme right, for five hundred feet at road crossings, and one thousand feet at rail road and bridge crossings. Only for the sole purpose of crossing while riding on the trails! The a.t.v. was registered with the Department of Inland Fish and Game not with motor vehicles. No one ever told me I needed a valid license to do this. I had permission from landowners to ride on their land. I did every thing legally. Then the big one! After only having the a.t.v. for a few months. They charged me with operating a motor vehicle after being declared a habitual offender to whit an ATV in 1990. They tolled me I needed a license to operate any type of motor vehicle. Snowmobiles, riding lawnmowers, A.T.V.s, even motorized wheelchairs; every thing except a train! Witch operates exclusively on a track. I still don't understand how someone under the age of sixteen or someone who never had a license can ride; but if someone has license and loses it for whatever reason that they can be punished for driving after suspension or what ever. I took it all the way to a jury! They found me guilty and considered an a.t.v. the same as an automobile even though the law says it's not the same. I was made to fill an SR-22, paid a big fine, lost my license for a while, paid high auto insurance, and now I was unable us a firearm to hunt with or possess. I sold some of my guns and gave one to family to hold on to; that maybe someday the people of Maine would forgive me and let me teach my son what hunting was about. After this they pretty much left us alone and that my sons' mother was involved with the cops that did this. They got what they wanted. At that time with all the information I could find on my own. I'm the only person in Maine that has ever been convicted of this crime. After this I decided I was going to stay with Mom and Dad and move from Maine when my son graduated from school. So with all the time I had I made an aquarium and lost over half my vision in my left eye do to an accident wile working on my car. I asked God how long would it be before they used my visual impairment against me.
The driving to endanger in 1993 would have been an OUI; but they had no real proof and stuck me with driving to endanger. A plea-bargain they called it. We'll drop this if you plea guilty to this. If I had more money I would have fought it. So this put me back in the H. O. class. Because five years had not gone by! This is when I quite drinking. The speeding was just after; like days after I got my jeep. Going from a Mazda RX-7 to a jeep was a big change. I didn't realize I was speeding. The sticker was just after the ice storm in 1998. Well, I didn't have the money to fix the windshield to get it inspected. The windshield was broke during the ice storm; that's why I couldn't fix it. He also tried to get me for an o.a.s. {My license was not suspended} and failure to show proof of insurance {I had insurance} all these charges were dropped except for the sticker. This policeman was an ex-Winthrop policeman working for Lewiston who not long after was convicted of throwing a sack kitten in a river. Every thing I was ever stopped for had something to do with a person from the Winthrop police or that they had some type of connection with them. During all that; were there on going threats to my family and I and it goes on to this day.
In 1999 my son who was twelve at the time, was kicked out of his home. By his mothers new found policeman friend. He was too much for them they said; and kicked him out. They said get this %&$#* out of here. They couldn't talk to me about it before they kicked him out. They just kicked him out. I put him in school in Winthrop {I should say she put him there}. I didn't want him going there; because of the threats from the past. I fought with the state to stop taking support from me and to go after her for it. Over a thousand dollars and almost a year they finely did.
When every thing finely settled down every thing started. The teachers started harassing him! Some of the students did the same. He told the teachers about it and they said it would go away. One of the teachers wouldn't let him go to Flagstaff, Maine for a hiking trip. The teacher said he wasn't fit enough. My son had enough of it and lashed back. He was kick out for the remainder of the year. I new then that allot of the kids where children of the people I went to school with and what they were planning {what their parents were planning}.
In 2000, a guy I worked with was starting Central Maine Astronomical Society. He asked me if I would be interested joining and helping them build their Observatory in North Whitefield Maine. A dream comes true. Oh yes ho-heartedly. I've always loved the stars. I had also been working on my own telescope of my own.
A couple of years went by; Then again the attacks on my son. The school had our names mix up. They were using my name for his. He had a different middle name than I did. They kept calling him junior and me senior. When in actuality his Grandfather {FATHER} was the senior and I was a junior {Dad}. My son was a William. These teachers screwed every thing up so bad (Just like the law did). They kept calling him a criminal. They harassed him badly about what they found about me and thought he was I. I never thought they would use my past to hurt him. My made up past! Then he lashed out in a big way. Too big! He had only lived with us for a few years. Every one used his past up bringing against me. His past up bringing! I ask why? His twelve years with his mother taking him to a baby sitter after he got home from school. Then she would run of to a bar where she was working or the four years with his Grandparents and I. After he came to live with us he stated to get into trouble. The trouble began before he started living with us. It just escalated when he started school in Winthrop.
Over the years I watched children from that school system take their lives; for what? Every one use it was over a girl or a guy. When I was going to school in Winthrop I saw hazing and terrorizing from students, the local police and some of the people there. These days I see it has been handed down from the people I went to school with and the police are mostly still the same ones that were there when I was in school there. The same ones that harassed me and taught their children this! The same ones that today call me a habitual OUI offender. They used my visual impairment as a crutch for a drug problem. They had it published in the paper and told the news. Does it make me that just because of something that happened nearly twenty years ago and it only happened once not four times. Does it make me that because these people sat I am. Well, I'm not and never have I been.
And now these days in the year 2003. Why are they, the people of this town attacking my family? The schoolteachers using my handicap against me as well as do the local law to take my son from me! These are there words. (You're a drunk and a drug addict and should not be raising your son.) All this started when my sons' mother started running her mouth. Her lies! She didn't want to pay child support and her husband was a cop. What more could you ask for. Why not! They had their friends to help them do what they did and what they did was wrong. It is a crime of hatred. A crime of Tyranny!
To my best friend my son, I'm sorry for the hatred of some of the people of Winthrop, Maine. I'm sorry for what they are about to do to you and are doing to you. I'm sorry for their lies. I'm sorry for your supposed to be friends. I'll remember the threats from the past and I tried to worn father, Nonie, and every one of what they were going to do. I'm so sorry I didn't take you from here! Knowing what they had planned! I just didn't think that they would go this far and do what they said they would do! I'm sorry they took you from your business, your birds and your dog Spanky. When this is all over I'll take you from here from Maine if you wish. What ever happens I'll wait for you like a stone and this book I'm writing The Tyranny of Winthrop Maine is about the hatred of these people toward our family, you and I. You'll always be my friend, my best friend, and my son no matter what they say and do. Just don't forget the good times my best friend. My son.

Robert A. Horstman, Jr.

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Just a quick synopsis of my story:

I was in an argument with my ex-girlfriend who left. The police came to question me and when I told them I would not answer any more questions without an attorney...they said I was obstructing justice and handcuffed me. After I was handcuffed and the first officer was locking the cuffs, the second officer slammed my face and body into a door frame. I got 8 stitches in my shoulder as well as cuts and bruises on my head and face. The police department in question did what they called an "investigation" which did NOT include interviewing my 16 year old son who was there when the cop attacked me. Now they want to settle for $7500.00. What a joke. And my attorney is trying to get me to settle.

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I am classified as an Habitual felon by the Great State (unsoverign) of north carolina. I purposefully used lower case letters to spell it. I am an ex-convict-ex-jail house-lawyer who came home after many years and kept helping inmates in prison. I have had successes with people going , and , waiting to go back to court even right now! The bar association wrote to me and told me to stop.
DO YOU KNOW, when you go to prison they send you to the D.A.R.T. program for drugs or alcohol. Everyone Goes now! More Federal Money. When you get out you are Forced under threat of Parole revocation to go and work at the MOOSE LODGE!
This is a bar, licensed by the State of n.c. to sell and serve alcohol. n.c.g.s. 143b-273.3 says that: it is to reduce parole and probation revocations among offenders: it also says: TO REDUCE DRUG AND ALCOHOL DEPENDENCE AMONG OFFENDERS!!!!!!!
The D.A.R.T. program in prison teaches you to stay away from bars and the parole statutes say that you can't go into places that sell and serve alcohol. YET, I can go work in their licensed bar and risk losing my sobriety and going back to prison because they want me to. Check what I say! I have much more to tell you!
I can be reached at mrbluesman365@aol.com or Caselaw Legal Publications, P.O. Box 6 Wallace, n.c. 28466

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I have lived here in this house for 32 years. I have had a driveway all this time. Now as of the last 6 months A MAN has been calling in daily and reporting me for using my drive to park my car. When this tract was built in 1968 it was approved by the city of Orange for the builders to build on the plans they had. No one ever noticed that the sidewalk goes through my driveway leaving me no Driveway at all in this case. There is a man in the neighborhood who is to chicken to come forward and talk about this problem but calls the police daily. The police are working on the matter with the City Attorney but now the bully has called the Mayor. There are a few more homes in here and all over the city with the same problem. Since the ordinence was passed after we bought this house It does not effect us but I am going to have to fight this with the Mayor and City Hall. I would like others who have this problem to stand with me on this or we are going to start getting tickets to pay. I do not think this is fair and feel the city should move the sidewalk to the curbing so I have a driveway I can use. I am clearing out my house to sell and have my garage full of items right now. My husband and I both have cancer and this person is putting a lot of stress on us right now. I wish he would understand. He calls on other neighbors also not just us. It has to be someone new has moved in lately that we do not know and he has to just sit and watch as a friend can pull in for 1/2 hr and here comes the police. They are tired of him calling and wasteing tax payers money also. If he has a problem why not be nice (instead of nasty) and face us with his complaint. I am sure it could be worked out but I am not giving up my Driveway as I pay taxes too. I need help here on this.

CL760VE@aol.com