One, two, three…push!

Dog pooping in the snowTensions are rising as we near the finalization of the 2016 Presidential Election. The Trump Train races on and soon the end of the tunnel will be evident. And when everyone is on the same page, people can relax and let the system slowly digest the bitter fruit of 105 years of lies and manipulation. This coming period will not be pretty and the digestion process may be disgusting, but like a good bowel movement, ultimately it will be satisfying.

I’m making a contribution to the cause of revelation and reconciliation by offering my novel Saving Trump gratis. Please take advantage of this opportunity. I hope you enjoy the book. While writing, I never knew how historical reality would congeal, but I made my best guesses and completed the book in November 2017. You can follow the process of the book and history at www.savingtrump.com and www.samkeene.news.

Get the novel here (no charge; free for the taking). Enjoy. Tell your friends. And let’s all move on. No matter what, America remains the “go-to” place on Planet Earth. New-Jump-1e1c-sm

 

The King of the Hill

Much of the American Dream floats on the concept of becoming the King of a Hill. It’s an elusive, but worthy concept. Maybe it’s not limited to citizens of the USA. It may be a universal human desire to conquer something, to raise a flag and shout “I’m the best!”. No one can be faulted for blowing their own horn. We live in a competitive world, sometimes one which is belittling. We live in a Facebook world filled with people seeking the praise and approval of others. We live in a judgmental world with some disparaging the honest efforts of others which they deem unimportant. Understandably, some people don’t even try to climb the King’s hill. Others pushed into the dirt a few times by those with more strength or leverage, and they give up. Few make it to the top of the most sought after hills. But there are many hills. There’s a hill for every person. Choose your hill wisely. But make a choice. Be the King or Queen of something. Climb your hill. It’s part of life to climb to the top and experience the view. Forget the title. Everyone is a Princess or Price at birth. Climb the hill of your choice. Some are worthy of your effort and time. Others will disappoint. Some are for the blessed, and some are for the birds.

Coffee, Tea, or Me?

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I think we would all agree that a dollar is a dollar. But what’s a dollar worth? The answer is: not much. If you want a cup of coffee at a restaurant, it will cost you at least two dollars. The same coffee in the 1960s would cost ten cents a cup.  The average American family income in 1960 was about $6,700 (with 30% of the families having two income earners). The average a family income in 2016 was about $62,500 (with 60% of the families having two income earners).

Therefore, the average family in 1960 could afford 67,000 cups of coffee per year; and the average family in 2016 could annually afford 31,500 cups of coffee. But the vast majority of 2016 families would need two people working to achieve this goal.

Some people might say, “sure, but they wouldn’t have a computer in every home”, or “right, but they wouldn’t have had cellphones”, or “they would only have one automobile.” This is true, but there are monetary, time and livability costs related to all this connectivity and mobility. At the end of the 1960 worker’s day, he or she could return home and relax. In the great majority of families, someone could remain home and work to maintain a “home”. This is not true of their 2016 counterparts. Now, their work has become embedded in their lives. The do not have time or energy to create even a sense of “home”. They suffer from stunted lives, chronic fatigue, a coffeehouse/restaurant diet, and the exhausting whirlwind existence of  mice on a tread mill.

This is the nature of a monetary system based on credit and maintained by the inflation of the dollar—the invisible tax. It all started in 1913: the Federal Reserve, the Income Tax, the tax-free Foundations. The ultimate end of such systems will have whole families responsible for incredibly gross and ever-lasting national debts.  Eventually, they will have to work the entire day just to be able to buy a single cup of coffee. Of course, this will never happen. The money changers will first reset the economic system using some new tactic, or they will create another mind-numbing war, or some combination of the two.

Let’s hope someone or something drives the money changers out of the temple of our daily lives, before they destroy our society. Initally, the time travelers in my books, like most people, don’t have a clue about this reality. But over time they begin to understand.

Trees

img_0159By Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.