So I am at a town
hall meeting in this huge Black Church. We are in the basement in the meeting
hall. The building is one of those old
historical churches, dating back at least a hundred years. The architecture is
beautiful and the building is filled with old Victorian furniture. High
ceilings steep winding stairs take us down to the basement meeting all. I am
upstairs in what could be called the mezzanine area and they have a huge wide
screen television playing a video of the announcement that they have
constructed a Hillary Clinton statue, that will travel the world hitting 500
cities in celebration of her victory in becoming the President of the United
States. The first woman to ever do so.
All I can do is
shake my head at the mad hysteria that is going on over this election and the
very idea that they already have the statue ready to go tells me that she has
already been "selected" to be the next President of the United
States. But who listens to me???
I am upstairs
watching the video screen. The building is so huge and spacious that I can see
the video screen from where I am without obstruction to my view. The meeting is
taking place downstairs and you can hear everything from where I am sitting
with a long time friend of mine, RSR. (I won't reveal his name cause he may
watch this video, LOL) But I do believe he is a Hillary Supporter. It's a few
days after my birthday and as usual, he has forgotten it but he has given me
plenty of little gifts to make up for lost time. So while they are down stairs
cheering the statue that is about to travel to 500 cities around the globe
after Hillary is "selected" I am standing at a table and going
through the gifts he brought me, all cute little things. Cards, Flowers, wall
hangings, etc.
"Oh wow, I love
presents!!" I exclaim as I open up one box after the other.
"I also brought
you some children." He says, jokingly.
"Um
Children??!! At my age, I don't think I need any children." I say
definitively. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but at 65, I certainly didn't
need no children. He was just kidding and showed me that he brought me
something the grandchildren can play with. It was an ensemble of materials the
children can use for their drawing since they both seem to love to draw.
We both laugh.
"Well, thank
you so much, that was really, really sweet of you to buy me all these gifts. I
forgive you for being a few days late after my birthday."
I pack everything up
and get it ready for the drive home after we leave the Church.
We sit down and
during the whole time he has his arm around my shoulder like old times. It
feels comfy so I don't complain.
From where we are
seated we can hear everything. The acoustics in this building are amazing!
After the video ends
the people begin to discuss their anticipation over having Hillary as the next
president. The discussion gets really lively and everyone seems to be cheerful
and excited about the prospect.
Then I hear a voice
above the crowd speak out.
"I was
dehydrated once!" a woman says.
They must be talking
about Hillary's dehydration episode.
The meeting hall
gets really quiet. I was like yeah! Somebody's gonna tell the truth for once in
they life.
There are two
ministers, or deacons who are officiating at this meeting. It is rather laid
back as far as I can tell because they didn't go through the usual praying and
laying on of hands, more like a social gathering more than anything else. And
of course, as you will find in most Black Churches there are mostly women in
attendance. The ministers are dressed in their Sunday best and of course they
are males!! But I digress.
Back to the silence
that fell over the attendees when she exclaimed, "I was dehydrated
once!"
It blurted out of
her mouth so quickly, I don't think she even realized she said that.
One of the
Deacons/ministers responds.
"Really? What
happened and how did that go for you?"
"Well, I was
fine, it took me 2 days……. I mean a half hour to recover. But I was fine."
I guess I am mostly
proactive in my dreams and my dreams stories cause I shot up out of my seat and
surprised my friend by my reaction.
"Did you hear
her, did you hear her? First she says 2 days, then she quickly backs it up by
saying a half hour! That's ridiculous! And she in the Church telling that big
fat lie. I am going down there. I am gonna find that woman, I bet you I know who
said that. I am gonna get one of them bibles and make her swear on it. You just
watch me!"
In a flash, I am
down them steps to find that woman. I could tell where she was probably located
due to the way the sound traveled up through the mezzanine, she was probably
right beneath us. The steps are wide and a lot of them too, but I was gonna get
down there and confront her before they change the subject, cause I heard that.
When I get down
there I say loudly.
"So, who was it
that said she was dehydrated once and recovered in a half hour???"
The silence returned
to the meeting attendees. You could hear a pin drop. Nobody wanted to admit it
and nobody wanted to point out the person who said it.
The people were
sitting in chairs, in no particular order, lining the walls and in some were in
what appeared to be a doorway to another room. You know how churches are they
have doorways, and kitchens and after school programs and all kinds of stuff
going on in those basements. So use your imagination.
I see three well
used bibles, each at different locations around the meeting hall, none of them
are in anyone's hands, they are on tables, small tables, like they are resting
there, just in case they are needed to be used.
"Okay, y'all,
you are in a church and you know you better be right in here." I am using
their own dogma now and I am in high gear.
"Give me one of
those bibles…. I want that person who said they recovered in a half hour to put
their hands straight here on this bible and say it again, that they recovered
from dehydration in a half hour!!! Come on now, we in church, you supposed be
on your best behavior when you are in Church!!"
I could feel my
friend watching me over the banister of the mezzanine but he was NOT gonna come
down there, not at all! Just let me handle it.
Nobody would move,
and it was getting even more and more quiet down there.
"Awwww come on
y'all, if it's the truth, and if you did recover in a half hour, you shouldn't
have any trouble admitting it and swearing on this bible right here."
I don't even believe
in that Bible, but I know they do, or they are supposed to believe in it, and
if they are telling the truth, they would have no trouble swearing on it.
"I'm
waiting……!!!"
Finally, a somewhat
elderly woman, maybe 65 or so, pushes a young teenage girl out to put her hand
on the Bible for her.
I am shocked!!
"Now how in the
world are you gonna push that young girl out to swear for you when you are the
one who said it?
Now you done
committed two sins (I don't believe in sin, but they do so it will work here)!
One for telling that lie and the other for making someone stand in for you for
telling that lie. Supposed you dropped dead right here and now, are you gonna
stand before God and say your granddaughter did it?? Well, you are in God's
House (I don't believe God needs a house) and you are doing that right now and
what do you think God is gonna think about you??? Or any of y'all who let her do that.??"
I shake my head at
all these self righteous Hillary supporters. They sit here and allow themselves
to go along with a lie and laugh and be cheerful about it. It don't make no
sense.
As I turn to go back
up the stairs, one of the deacons who left the area during my tirade, returns
with a tall glass of liquor for the lady who just went through the ordeal.
"Here's a
little drink for your trouble." he says. "It's a fine brandy that I
am sure you will enjoy."
I am really shaking
my head now, I can't believe it! She lied, she tried to get her granddaughter
to stand in for her and then she is rewarded, by the minister with a tall glass
of the finest brandy!!!!!!!
We pass each other,
and I am outdone, and still shaking my head, how in the world, in the so called
Lord's house, can these people carry on like this. Unbelievable.
When I get back up
to the mezzanine my friend welcomes me with open arms and says
"Don't worry
about it, it ain't that deep."
I just start shaking my head at him too.
I really wish it
were true, that it really wasn't that deep, but unfortunately it is.
People have been literally brainwashed
and rewarded for being so. It's a sad state of affairs indeed.
She’s not president yet! Hillary Clinton gets monument in Albania
(VIDEO)
This took place,
June, 2016
BUT CHECK OUT THE VIEW COUNT UNDER THIS VIDEO, SMDH
US
presidential elections are still months away, but a city in Albania has already
erected a monument to Hillary Clinton. Another Albanian city already has a
statue of George W. Bush, while Bill Clinton was honored by a statue in
Albanian-held Kosovo.
A bust
of Hillary Clinton was unveiled Thursday in Sarandë, a tourist town of some
20,000 people in southern Albania. The monument is intended to represent
Clinton “as a woman in politics, as a
representative of the old Albania-US friendship, for her contribution to the
Albanian nation in different historical moments,” the city
authorities said, according to AP.
The
monument was a way of thanking the “American
people and government for what they have done for the Albanian people and
nation,” said Florjana Koka, mayor of Sarandë, specifically citing
Clinton’s involvement with the Albanian community in the US, and her advocacy
on behalf of ethnic Albanians in the Serbian province of Kosovo.
“Clinton gives us the model of women in politics,
diplomacy and governing at the most democratic country in the world,”said
Koka.
NATO
bombed the then-Yugoslavia for 78 days in 1999, claiming the Yugoslav security
forces were committing “genocide” against
the Albanians in Kosovo. Up to 14,000 people were killed in the conflict. In
June 1999, the province was occupied by a NATO-dominated peacekeeping force and
turned over to ethnic Albanian separatists, who declared independence from
Serbia in 2008. One political faction continues to advocate the establishment
of what they call “Natural Albania,” to
include more Serbian territory as well as parts of Greece, Montenegro and
Macedonia.
“Albanians wherever they are, will be grateful to the
Clinton family and the American people,” said Agim Shahini, leader
of the Business Alliance of Kosovo, who was at the ceremony in Sarandë.
The
monument features Clinton’s signature, in cursive relief, and a dedication from
the “Diplomatic Mission Peace and
Prosperity,” an Albanian-centered international lobbying
organization created by former US diplomat Richard Holbrooke in the late 1990s.
This is
not the first time the Albanians have honored the Clintons. A gilded statue of
Bill Clinton, dedicated in November 2009, overlooks the Bill Clinton Boulevard
in Pristina, the capital of Kosovo.
Former
US President George W. Bush also has a statue; the monument in Fushë-Krujë, in
Albania proper, was erected in 2011 to mark his 2007 visit.
Statues
to US presidents can be found in many corners of the world. Rutherford B. Hayes
(1877-81) is popular in Paraguay. Abraham Lincoln (1861-65) has multiple
monuments in Mexico and one in Cuba. A statue of Harry Truman (1945-53) is a
popular spot in Athens, Greece, while Dwight Eisenhower (1953-61) stands guard
outside the US Embassy in London. There is even a fire-spewing statue of
President Barack Obama in China – and a controversial monument to Obama as a
boy in Jakarta, Indonesia, erected in 2010.
Clinton’s
statue in Sarandë may well be the first and only monument to a US presidential
candidate, however.
