I’ve just returned from a 3 day book sale a few blocks from my house. I’ve stopped in 3 times in the last two days, browsing all the titles and looking for things that appeal to me. Despite 3 visits, I’ve only come away with 5 books—one of them a gift I plan to give.
I bought an old copy of Tom Sawyer ironically marked “Clemens”. I picked up a couple of how too books: one on framing, (something I’ve always wanted to do) and one on general arts and crafts. The other two books were “The Basic Ideas of Alexander Hamilton” and “My Utmost for His Highest” by Oswald Chambers. This last one is the gift. I use this devotional book, but the writing is very old and hard to understand, so I bought this ‘updated’ version for my best friend Johnny.
I bought the Hamilton book hoping to find evidence for or against Mr. Hamilton being a secret agent of Great Brittan. With the editor fawning over him in the introduction, it does not look like I’ll find much. I might catch a slip up, if I “read between the lines”.
I was amazed at the nearly useless collection of “Non-fiction” books they had for sale. Thousands of titles, all contradicting each other on identical subjects, (usually WWII or the USSR)—and all of them LIES! Oh, and let’s not forget the JFK assassination books. They could have given over one whole table to JFK and half of the table would have been loaded down with proof or refutation of the conspiracy behind his death. All garbage! Do you think ONE of those books would mention that JFK was planning on eliminating the Federal Reserve System? And revamping or closing the CIA? And that he refused to share nuclear technology with Israel? I’d bet not. If I could, I’d ship the entire collection of books at that sale to my friend Niki. She could pick out the few useful books and burn the rest for kindling.
A few of their books were truly disturbing to observe. “The Plan” by Obama’s new chief of staff Rahm Emanuel was an outline for future communitarian governmental policies. Mr. Emanuel will have his chance to institute them now. Yuck. For those of you that don’t know, Emanuel’s father was a terrorist for Israel. Click Here for a clue.
A book titled “Green Politics” published in 1984, had a wonderful communitarian quote just inside the cover: “We are neither left nor right, we are out front.” Hows that grab you? Six full years before their guru founded the Communitarian Network and they were already “Out Front”. Funny how Niki’s recent blog on Bill Clinton’s new gun control agenda makes a similar quote. Not left, not right: FORWARD. Yeah right. Dystopia—THIS WAY.
I searched for new age books. The New Age Movement will be my next entry in the “Essential Thoughts” series. Surprisingly I didn’t find many New Age books—unless you count “The Purpose Driven Life”. I saw at least 5 copies of that in various places.
Random histories of the British Empire or of the Middle East intrigued me, but I could not bring myself to buy any. Whitewashed history does not interest me much. I hate having to read 600+ pages to glean 11 facts. An overly helpful woman asked what I was looking for, and I was perturbed. I told her, “things you can’t find anywhere”, and she persisted. “Like what?” in her glossy salesperson voice… ugh. “Like all the taboo books you and your associates have likely filtered out and have in a box somewhere. Can you lead me to that box please?” Well that is what I should have said anyway.
How do you look a stranger in the eye and tell them that you are looking for the few rare and priceless books that will reveal the truth about the coming one world communitarian government? The answer is: You Don’t. Instead you compromise. You be polite. …and in my case you leave a little irritated and walk to the Goodwill store where your overly-pregnant wife is waiting with 20 dollars worth of merchandise. She’s just called you on the cell phone, and you have all the money.
Later when I made my third trip to the book sale, I avoided that same lady, as she tried to pitch some poor girl with her “let me help you find some books” banter. Somehow the entire venture was deflating for me. I came closer to finding and buying books when I was at the Goodwill. But I didn’t buy any there either.
We did buy a beautiful little teddy bear wearing a dress and sewn on shoes. My wife was asking the girl at the counter about the price …and like some mumbling mongoloid, this girl stammered “fitty cent”, and when my wife said, “what?”, it was still “FITTY CENT.” In a whispered aside, my wife reminded me to be nice, and we made it out the door with no confrontation. Both of us are famous for attacking clerks for their lack of professionalism. I guess we have the same pet peeve. Laughing and talking about “people these days”, we decided that “Fitty Cent” was a great name for the teddy bear. So Fitty Cent it is, and Fitty Cent it was and Fitty Cent it will always be.
I may add one more interlude before we get around to Part Four of Essential Thoughts. I have a story about how I quit smoking, and it always seems to get a laugh, so I it takes a while to give an overview of the New Age Movement, I’ll write up my smoking story… A true inspiration.
Until then—keep on reading!