The Financial Crash

Those greedy folks who rolled the dice with the world's financial wealth.





Now, we sit in the middle of a financial meltdown across the globe. The oil, as predicted in Revelation is a precious commodity. We are no longer able to defend the dollar in the United States because more money is extended with credit than exists in the entire world. The dollar is to be dumped across the globe, as many countries adapt the Euro as their currency. This was what Iraq was intending to do before the invasion of Iraq was to replace the trading of oil with the dollar with the trading by Euro. This was one of the main reasons that we went to war. The flaw by the Neocons is in the belief that you can bomb an entire Country's infrastructure, kill over a million people, spend billions and billions of dollars for a war, create ill will across the Muslim population and then actually create more wealth. It just does not work that way, and common sense should dictate that to anyone who has an ounce of intelligence.

The Jews who are the Pharasees of the Bible, not God fearing Jews, but those Jews who are the money changers that Jesus had his quarrels with are the very same ones that we now call the Neocons or the former Troskyites who were once on the far left. The USA can still be the light of the world along with other Countries who accept God, which includes Muslims and Hindus to name a few who worhip God for the truth and for peace and for honoring the Golden Rule. Jesus' bride was those that worshiped him after his resurrection, as the Jews who worshiped money, greed and power were the bride that rejected Christ. There are twelve tribes of Israel, and the USA is made up of those lost tribes. Our light still shines, as Israel sits in the dark right now, as predicted by John in Revelation. The harlot is Wall Street and the International bankers throughout the world who has made herself rich with the blood and riches of others. Now, all is crumbling as predicted.

We have people running around the town that I reside in ticked off about an election that they are not satisfied with. I looked at the Macon Telegraph today at Walgreens, and on the front page was a gleeful Sharon Patterson ecstatic that the ELOST has passed. I believe about 8k people voted in total, and we probably have 80 thousand registered voters. The ELOST is an education sales tax that will increase the 6% sales tax that we have to 7%. So, we have all of these morons running around Macon, and I am quite sure that they do not realize the fact that this increase in sales tax amounts to a 17% increase in sales tax, that will increase the cost of goods everywhere. I noticed tonight at Kroger when buying Salmon, which I buy in the can, had increased by about 40% in the last year. This example of how an increase in sales tax can pass narrowly in a town that has if lucky an average IQ of about 85, well maybe not that low, but you get the picture. These disenfranchised voters who did not get their pie in the sky President who would wave a magic wand across Macon and other towns and pay off mortgages, buy people new cars, provide for health care and just make one's life Peachy Keeno are just so mad at the world right now! These are the people who are the rule instead of the exception throughout the United States who have slept their lives away, not worried about corruption, at all. I did not buy the newspaper because I do not have a bird cage to line, as I am allergic to birds anyway. I did not vote yesterday either because I knew what the outcome would be, and I could not vote two thousand times to change that outcome, so why bother. The bottom line is that we are in a bad shape in this United States, and I do not think that hitting some of these folks over the head with a two by four would wake them up.

Those of us who represent the true patriots and God fearing people will just have to come to realize that we must build God's Kingdom without those who are a drag on everyone. We must tolerate them, but we do not have to be a door mat for them. These free loaders are going to have to learn that they have to work for their own welfare. There is no such thing as a free lunch, first thing that is learned in Economics 101. This is going to be a bumpy ride, as those that are scared of losing all of their ill-gained profits are going to be a very grumpy mood.

FUNERAL FOR DULAN COOPER FOLEY

I just returned late last night from the funeral of my first husband's father, DC Foley. The Funeral was held on Sunday, November 1, 2009 at Short Creek Presbyterian Church in Leitchfield, Kentucky. There were the inlaws, the outlaws and the in betweens present at the funeral. Instead of focusing on the funeral at hand, everyone that was the steps and the reals were there trying to figure out who was going to get what from the very small estate of the man who had just died. Sad, but this is the way of many deaths.

I just went to the funeral to pay my respects to the man I met in 1975, and to support his wife, Nell Gwynn Foley. I also went to support my son, Mark Alan Foley who was DC's only grandchild. I got to see Mark very briefly because it was not the best time for visiting. The Prsbyterian minister declared that DC Foley was a saint, which I do not know how he was able to award such a title. DC Foley was married before to my ex-husband's mother, Helen Cunningham Foley. Helen was not mentioned at all in the service, but her four children were mentioned, Ronald Dale Foley, my ex-husband, Sherry Foley, Marsha Foley and Tim Foley. It is news to me that one can be a saint when they divorced and remarried. I suppose times are changing.

At the request of Nell, I stopped by her house on Wallace Avenue yesterday before heading back for Macon, Georgia to my home. Addy the caregiver who is a paid employee, anwered the door when I knocked on the door. Wow, what an experience, this lady from hell was so darn rude it was unbelievable. Nell was sitting with a small blanket around her and not sitting on a pillow in her wheel chair. Nell wanted something behind her back and I reached over in a chair and found a blanket that I had seen at the funeral home that was given to her by someone sending that in lieu of flowers. I put the folded blanket behind her back, and Addy got angry and told me that it was new and blah blah blah. I told Addy that I did not care because it belonged to Nell. Nell was sitting with about a quarter cup of coffee, and she motioned to me thhat the coffee needed to be refilled, and I felt it and it was as cold as ice. Nell gave a disapproving nod toward Addy, and I got the message, and went to the sink to pour out the coffee and poor a fresh cup. Addy told me "don't fill that too full or Nell will spill it on herself." I looked at Addy, like well why did you not fill up the coffee yourself. Well, I finally told her that I was a Capricorn and that we would butt heads, not verbatum. Addy smarted off that she was taking care of Nell, and I said "Well you are the hired help and I am a guest." I told her that I had known Nell, since 1975 and visited her all of the time when I lived in Valley Station in Louisville, KY.

Sherry had told me at the funeral that Nell did not have all of her faculties, and I truly feel that for just loosing her husband of thirty six years that she was pretty darn coherent. I have the feeling that all of the family are conspiring to declare Nell mentally unstable to come in and take what little estate is there. DC auctioned off their seven acre farm by Rough River for way too little money about six years ago, and moved into this small little home that is real close to the Regional Medical Center in the town of Lietchfield. One lady, the wife of Sam Morris, Alfrieda (one of Nell's cousins), told me at the funearl home that DC told her a few weeks ago that he wanted Mark to get the framed medals that DC got from his Army service. I told Sherry this fact, and she about exploded. Mark is a Marine, not active now, but once a Marine always a Marine. With Mark being the only blood grand-child, then it would be quite fitting that he receive his grandfather's Army medals.

The time there was totally unpleasant, as are so many funerals. I saw my ex-husband, Ron, of course, and he acted like a nutty person, as usual. Ron did not introduce me to this dark-haired lady that he brought to the funeral. And for Ron to be holding someone's hand at a funeral was like a page out of a fiction book. I have known Ron, since 1975, and there is very little caring in his personality. I did not even see Mark talk to Ron much. Oh, well, so much for a Christian funeral.

These people definitely did not set an example for others who may be undecided about committing their lives to the Lord. But the Lord will be the judge in the long run.