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Mar 2005





The False Prophets Among Us  

By: William A. Peary, Founder and Editor Of Founding Freedoms.com

Published  03-2-05

Tonight I was watching a history of The Mama’s and Papa’s and I began to see that maybe the salivation to our divided dilemma in this country lays in the lessons of the sixties. I have always felt that the sixties was more than just years, it was more than a movement…It was a philosophy. A philosophy of life. A philosophy that somehow would transcend time itself.

One thing that became crystal clear to me was the roll religion played in our lives, at that time. We all had a religious belief, but it was personal, between our creator and ourselves. We believed in a higher power, but it was not our place to foist it on others. Our belief, whether it was Christian, or Jewish, or Hindu, did not mater, because it was deeply personal and we lived it. We spread our belief by our actions, and how we treated other people around us.

You could use words like pray, or God without invoking a litany of emotions. Emotions like distrust, or uneasiness, or worse yet... fear. These were universal words of all faiths and belief. No one religion had claim to them. They belonged to all, and were respected by all including non-believers.

But when did such a peaceful idea change?

I think the change started when people felt that they needed to preach their belief to others by mass media. It started with the Television preachers. Ever so quietly they snuck into our lives wanting to bring us the word of God. With every broadcast they asked that we support them with our donations. No one ever questioned why they needed so much money. No one ever questioned why it was that the person, Jesus, whom they were preaching about, did it without asking for money, because he wanted to teach us a better way of life. No one ever questioned why they preached fear, and the impending destruction of the world and we needed to join them now and we needed to send them money so that they could help save others.

Jesus was the Son of God and the son of a carpenter, on earth, and he by no stretch of the imagination lived his life in extravagant riches. But today his so called new ministers live lives among the rich. This includes Farwell, and Robertson. Why is it they feel the need to have so much personal wealth that they gained from their ministry, and feel no remorse? No remorse that many of them have so little, but they gave what they could not afford, to the belief that it was for God. Jesus always shared everything he had with everyone, including his life.

Jesus preached tolerance and understanding. He tried to teach us to love our neighbors, without conditions, and he also warned us to beware of false prophets.

I believe that the hour of the false prophets is upon us now. I believe that the Falwell’s and the Robertson's is just that, False Prophets.


Because their teaching is one of intolerance.

The early Christians believed so strongly in Jesus and God that they were willing to die for that belief.

Now The False Prophets teach that if you do not belief what they tell you to that you should die.

Now The False Prophets rather then preaching the lessons of the bible of hope, and love and individual salvation, they pick from it small passages and subvert it's meanings as a whole to support their twisting of it's lessons to suit their purposes of spreading hate, separation, and fear. 

Now The False Prophets teach that everyone must conform to their belief, and if you don’t then they will force you to by legislating a law for your salvation.

Now The False Prophets teach that if there is something that they, as heads of their ministry deem that they do not like then everyone, whether the are followers of their religion or not, must for their own good be stopped.

Now The False Prophets teach, that their way is the one true way, and all others are wrong.

Now The False Prophets are causing the word religion to become a hated word because of their unscrupulous ways.

Now The False Prophets teach you that it is time for them to run the world, somehow forgetting that Jesus once said, "Give to Caesar what is Caesar’s and to God what is Gods".

The False Profits tell you that you must give monetarily to help spread God’s word, and that it must hurt for it to be effective, but why is it so much of the money sticks to their hands?

Why is it that they who are preaching the word of God somehow seem to miss the basic foundation of his teachings?

Jesus taught a philosophy of love.

Maybe that is why in the sixties religion was something that you believed in, and not something that you needed to force upon someone else, because the sixties was in many ways, a mass movement to a unified religious experience.


By:  William A. Peary   03-2-05

Founder and Editor Of Founding Freedoms.com


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Duplicity In Action

By: William A. Peary, Founder and Editor Of Founding Freedoms.com

Published  03-21-05

    Something I heard just a few hours ago makes me furious at the Repub-lie-cons. They evoked the *14 amendment in trying to establish a reason to over ride the Florida courts, which is another back door ploy to start attacking other laws. It is a ploy to distract our attention away from the starting of a third year in Iraq, the criminal misconduct of Tom Delay, the missing 8 Billion dollars in Iraq. Do you even know what the *14 amendment says?

The state has made a decision, but now the Repub-lie-cons want to abridge that decision.

Where is the outrage at the over 1,500 men and women who George W. Bush condemned to die for oil?


Where is their voice for the 25,000 wounded?


Where is their voice for the 1000,000 dead Iraq civilians Killed by friendly fire?


I seem to remember 5 years ago when George W. Bush ran on the platform that states should handle their own issues, “States Rights”, and we know how that ended up, by running to the Supreme Court. By taking away states rights to prosecute “Class action suits” and hand them over to Federal courts.

Where are their Voices when there are more and more Americans not being able to afford health care and then… dying of preventable diseases?


Where are their voices when we spend $300,000,000,000.00 for oil then saying we can’t afford a national health care plan?


Where were their voices when they refused to increase the minimum wage, allowing millions to continue to live in poverty while working over 40 hours a week?


Where were their voices when these Repub-lie-cons cut Medicare funding to thousands of people?


Just Whom Are These Repub-lie-cons Trying To Impress?

This is clearly a political party trying to pander to a religious group. This is clearly an intrusion of a political party into personal, and private lives once again.

Why do these politicians not allow Medical Marijuana, when hundreds of thousands tell us each and every day that it helps keep them alive through the pain of cancer and Aids?

It’s not just Bush it is all of these Republicans must be replaced, before there are no liberties left. Before the Constitution and the Bill of Rights is reduced to “Kindling”


By:  William A. Peary   03-21-05

Founder and Editor Of Founding Freedoms.com



Section 1.
All persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States and of the State wherein they reside. No State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any State deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws.

Section 5.
The Congress shall have the power to enforce, by appropriate legislation, the provisions of this article.


Thought Of The Day

03-13-05  When You Hear Bush Talk About Ownership Society Just Think About This...........When Did You Own Anything That Later Did Not Get Taxed At Some Point…… Do You Really Think That You Can Trust The Republican Party Not To Screw You Again Later, As They Are Trying To Screw You Now!..…. Now After Years Of Your Believing One Thing They Want To Change The Rules On You!…......Just Say NO To Bush And His Plans!......

03-04-05  We The People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.



03-01-05  Bush said on 11/27/02 "We must uncover every detail and learn every lesson from Sept. 11" Then Bush opposed and later stonewalled the bipartisan independent investigation into 9/11.  Washington Post 2/05/04



03-01-05  Bush said on 3-1-03 " One of our priorities is making sure the health care systems are funded" 

Since Bush took office, 3 million more Americans have lost their health insurance, bring the total of uninsured Americans to over 43 million.   New Your Times 1/2/04


da "il manifesto" 06 March 2005

My truth

Giuliana Sgrena

I'm still in the dark. Friday was the most dramatic day of my life. I had been in captivity for many days. I had just spoken with my captors. It had been days they were telling me I would be released. I was living in waiting for this moment. They were speaking about things that only later I would have understood the importance of. They were speaking about problems "related to transfers."

I learned to understand what was going on by the behavior of my two guards, the two guards that had me under custody every day. One in particular showed much attention to my desires. He was incredibly cheerful. To understand exactly what was going on I provocatively asked him if he was happy because I was going or because I was staying. I was shocked and happy when for the first time he said, "I only know that you will go, but I don't know when." To confirm the fact that something new was happening both of them came into my room and started comforting me and kidding: "Congratulations they said you are leaving for Rome." For Rome, that's exactly what they said.

I experienced a strange sensation because that word evoked in me freedom but also projected in me an immense sense of emptiness. I understood that it was the most difficult moment of my kidnapping and that if everything I had just experienced until then was "certain," now a huge vacuum of uncertainty was opening, one heavier than the other. I changed my clothes. They came back: "We'll take you and don't give any signals of your presence with us otherwise the Americans could intervene." It was confirmation that I didn't want to hear; it was altogether the most happy and most dangerous moment. If we bumped into someone, meaning American military, there would have been an exchange of fire. My captors were ready and would have answered. My eyes had to be covered. I was already getting used to momentary blindness. What was happening outside? I only knew that it had rained in Baghdad. The car was proceeding securely in a mud zone. There was a driver plus the two captors. I immediately heard something I didn't want to hear. A helicopter was hovering at low altitude right in the area that we had stopped. "Be calm, they will come and look for you...in 10 minutes they will come looking for." They spoke in Arabic the whole time, a little bit of French, and a lot in bad English. Even this time they were speaking that way.

Then they got out of the car. I remained in the condition of immobility and blindness. My eyes were padded with cotton, and I had sunglasses on. I was sitting still. I thought what should I do. I start counting the seconds that go by between now and the next condition, that of liberty? I had just started mentally counting when a friendly voice came to my ears "Giuliana, Giuliana. I am Nicola, don't worry I spoke to Gabriele Polo (editor in chief of Il Manifesto). Stay calm. You are free." They made me take my cotton bandage off, and the dark glasses. I felt relieved, not for what was happening and I couldn't understand but for the words of this "Nicola." He kept on talking and talking, you couldn't contain him, an avalanche of friendly phrases and jokes. I finally felt an almost physical consolation, warmth that I had forgotten for some time.

The car kept on the road, going under an underpass full of puddles and almost losing control to avoid them. We all incredibly laughed. It was liberating. Losing control of the car in a street full of water in Baghdad and maybe wind up in a bad car accident after all I had been through would really be a tale I would not be able to tell. Nicola Calipari sat next to me. The driver twice called the embassy and in Italy that we were heading towards the airport that I knew was heavily patrolled by U.S. troops. They told me that we were less than a kilometer away...when...I only remember fire. At that point, a rain of fire and bullets hit us, shutting up forever the cheerful voices of a few minutes earlier.

The driver started yelling that we were Italians. "We are Italians, we are Italians." Nicola Calipari threw himself on me to protect me and immediately, I repeat, immediately I heard his last breath as he was dying on me. I must have felt physical pain. I didn't know why. But then I realized my mind went immediately to the things the captors had told me. They declared that they were committed to the fullest to freeing me but I had to be careful, "the Americans don't want you to go back." Then when they had told me I considered those words superfluous and ideological. At that moment they risked acquiring the flavor of the bitterest of truths, at this time I cannot tell you the rest.

This was the most dramatic day. But the months that I spent in captivity probably changed forever my existence. One month alone with myself, prisoner of my profound certainties. Every hour was an impious verification of my work, sometimes they made fun of me, and they even stretch as far as asking why I wanted to leave, asking me stay. They insisted on personal relationships. It was them that made me think of the priorities that too often we cast aside. They were pointing to family. "Ask your husband for help," they would say. And I also said in the first video that I think you all saw, "My life has changed." As Iraqi engineer Ra'ad Ali Abdulaziz of the organization A Bridge For [Baghdad], who had been kidnapped with the two Simones had told me "my life is not the same anymore." I didn't understand. Now I know what he meant. Because I experienced the harshness of truth, it's difficult proposition (of truth) and the fragility of those who attempt it.

In the first days of my kidnapping I did not shed a tear. I was simply furious. I would say in the face of my captors: "But why do you kidnap me, I'm against the war." And at that point they would start a ferocious dialogue. "Yes because you go speak to the people, we would never kidnap a journalist that remains closed in a hotel and because the fact that you say you're against the war could be a decoy." And I would answer almost to provoke them: "It's easy to kidnap a weak woman like me, why don't you try with the American military." I insisted on the fact that they could not ask the Italian government to withdraw the troops. Their political go-between could not be the government but the Italian people, who were and are against the war.

It was a month on a see-saw shifting between strong hope and moments of great depression. Like when it was a first Sunday after the Friday they kidnapped me, in the house in Baghdad where I was kept, and on top of which was a satellite dish they showed me the Euronews Newscast. There I saw a huge picture of me hanging from Rome City Hall. I felt relieved. Right after though the claim by the Jihad that announced my execution if Italy did not withdraw the troops arrived. I was terrified. But I immediately felt reassured that it wasn't them. I didn't have to believe these announcements, they were "provocative." Often I asked the captor that from his face I could identify a good disposition but whom like his colleagues resembled a soldier: "Tell me the truth. Do you want to kill me?" Although many times there have been windows of communications with them. "Come watch a movie on TV" they would say while a Wahabi roamed around the house and took care of me. The captors seemed to me a very religious group, in continuous prayer on the Koran. But Friday, at the time of the release, the one that looked the most religious and who woke up every morning at 5 a.m. to pray incredibly congratulated me shaking my hand, a behavior unusual for an Islamic fundamentalist -- and he would add "if you behave yourself you will leave immediately." Then an almost funny incident. One of the two captors came to me surprised both because the TV was showing big posters of me in European cities and also for Totti. Yes Totti. He declared he was a fan of the Roma soccer team and he was shocked that his favorite player went to play with the writing "Liberate Giuliana" on his T-shirt.

I lived in an enclave in which I had no more certainties. I found myself profoundly weak. I failed in my certainties; I said that we had to tell about that dirty war. And I found myself in the alternative either to stay in the hotel and wait or to end up kidnapped because of my work. We don't want anyone else anymore. The kidnappers would tell me. But I wanted to tell about the bloodbath in Fallujah from the words of the refugees. And that morning the refugees, or some of their leaders would not listen to me. I had in front of me the accurate confirmation of the analysis of what the Iraqi society had become as a result of the war and they would throw their truth in my face: "We don't want anybody why didn't you stay in your home. What can this interview do for us?" The worse collateral effect, the war that kills communication was falling on me. To me, I who had risked everything, challenging the Italian government who didn't want journalists to reach Iraq and the Americans who don't want our work to be witnessed of what really became of that country with the war and notwithstanding that which they call elections. Now I ask myself. Is their refusal a failure?




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