Piggy Toes
In the 60th Volume, the May 6, 2010 issue 17, of the Montgomery County News from Montgomery County, Arkansas, I found many fat pink piggies. These people have been smooching our kids when no one was around and I think our county does not need a 2rd Annual KISS-THE-PIG Contest after all, because the people in the contest are all winners and should be crowned, especially contestant number two.
The first and fifth contestant helps our children’s parents work out their marital problems. They make sure to assume a position of authority whenever parents need help with the court system. They put on airs and hide behind their chair as they kiss our kids. There is a short distance between them and the objects of their affection, but they blow real hard. And, whenever a parent tries to intercept the kiss, they gang up on the parent to remove any lipstick. But, sadly, they used the wrong brand of applicator and it failed to apply the correct color. You see, it had no pigmentation. It is completely transparent.
Contestant numbers three, four, and seven are concerned parents themselves. They follow all the action, but their involvement is highly aggressive. They control the kids and help the first and fifth contestant remove the lipstick. However, they accidentally got smeared with the lipstick, so they also got removed.
The sixth contestant wanted kids of his own. He enumerated the kids so he could choose his favorite. He diligently applied his skills to counting the odds of his advancement. He put on a good face in spite of evidence showing his lack of a good set of tools. He had many friends who may have been fooled by his mastery of math. They thought he had been to college and had learned all about statistics; however, my knowledge of the subject is much superior to his. I was educated by the best public college in Arkansas, Henderson State University, so my ability to spot a fraud has a quantitative approach. I and my friends are taking him out of the equation.
The second contestant I reserved for last because his smooching is, by far, the sloppiest. He slobbers all over our children with his piggy personality and they try to run from him whenever he corners them in the hall. Just the sight of him is enough to scare a child into providing a D in the classroom. Their focus is on him and they can’t possibly worry about their grades. Of course, the other contestants had no idea that this contestant was the best piggy they had ever seen. They were too busy helping him step on parents toes. So, now his smooching days are over. He no longer slobbers on our kids and his sloppy smooch is reserved for the other inmates in his cell. On second thought, maybe he’ll just receive a smooch from the other parents of children in the county. They, after all, helped put him in position for smooching kids in the first place. They can help remove him.
The 2nd Annual KISS-THE-PIG Contest is slated to be held May 28th, 2010, but I think the parents of this county may decide to cancel the event. In fact, we are using them to provide my child with the most bacon and she needs their kisses to clean up the piggy pedophiles in this county. The moisture and sucking noise heard from the lips of these contestants is more than enough to providing this notoriously dry county with intoxication. You see, we are plying the parents with liquor and they love to kiss pigs.
April Graves-Minton: Mother
P RESERVATION
According to the original laws of this country within the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, I do not belong on a reservation. As many of you have read within my article outlining our original documents of the United States of America, the American Indians are considered by our founders as an automatic citizen. However, I noticed within the 2007 Arkansas state map that I have my very own reservation. Not only did I notice my inheritance, I noticed that 2009 was the real anniversary date of the HOT SPRINGS RESERVATION.
If you look closely at the 2007 map, you will see an orange square under the box showing Hot Springs National Park. It clearly states that the original act signed by Andrew Jackson established the Hot Springs Reservation on April 20th in the year 1832. Ok. So, I didn’t know Arkansan’s couldn’t count. But, here is proof in black and white. This state has difficulty reading and enumerating! So, I’ll just spoon feed this one that way everyone in the state is on the same level.
First, what part of HOT SPRINGS RESERVATION and the word ACT do you not understand? This territory was designated as the FIRST ACT of our country recognizing special places for preservation. The fact that Andrew Jackson made this area a RESERVATION means that the American Indian controls this territory (the original land allocations). Now, to what Indians do you suppose he gave the RESERVATION? The whole state of Arkansas is a Sovereign territory of the Iroquois, but the RESERVATION belongs to the original Indians from this designated ‘park’. My families, as original American Indians of this RESERVATION, are the owners of this ‘park’. This means that we have control of various legal duties within that ‘space’. So, when I saw this AD in our state map, I decided to make a special place on my ‘space’ helping our state enumerate this possibility.
Number One: You may not just RENAME my family RESERVATION. The original owners of the Hot Springs Reservation NEVER renamed this RESERVATION. The people who decided to rename the Hot Springs Reservation to the Hot Springs National Park NEVER had the authority to do so. This territory remains the Hot Springs Reservation because no matter who wanted to ‘give away’ or sell various parts of this established RESERVATION, they never had the authority to do so. My family loves their RESERVATION. It has 47 hot springs in it and they would NEVER sell or give away something so precious. Would you? NO? Exactly.
Number Two: The Yellowstone is also a RESERVATION; however, the last sentence of the first paragraph in this orange box should tell everyone exactly which ACT initiated the entire National Park System. According to this paragraph sentence, the original ACT ‘that gave birth to the National Park System’ is the one signed by Andrew Jackson establishing Hot Springs Reservation on April 20, 1832. AND, according to the ‘ORIGINAL RECORDS’ of this country, this Act is the one that ‘PRECEDES’ the one Act that established the Department of Interior as a department in the year 1849. It also precedes the Department of Interiors naming of the Yellowstone as the first national park OR another RESERVATION in this country. This means that the ‘tradition of preservation and conservation’ which was ‘conceived by the Act’ celebrated in the year two thousand seven, is the Act controlling ALL 390 ‘special places’.
Is everyone keeping up so far? Ok. So, what this means is that the ‘idea’ (look at the first sentence) establishing ‘special places in the United States for the future enjoyment of its citizens originated in Hot Springs when President Andrew Jackson signed the Act that established Hot Springs Reservation on April 20, 1832.’ If we go so far as to actually READ this first Act, we will find that it is the one Act establishing ‘special places’ as RESERVATIONS. This means that the American Indians from those ‘special places’ are the original OWNERS of that territory…ALL 390 of them.
American Indians are the first citizens of the United States of America. They are the ones who helped the ‘Americans’ write the Declaration of Independence. Without the help of the Iroquois Nation, the BRITISH would still have a colony. Most people in this country have been ‘busy’. They may not have noticed how the ‘cowboys’ have kept trying to kill the ‘Indians’. The Indians were never hateful. They could have simply and summarily EXECUTED Columbus and his ENTIRE crew. They could have summarily EXECUTED De Soto his ENTIRE expedition. They could have decided to ‘commandeer’ their ships and sailed the ocean blue establishing RESERVATIONS. However, the peace-loving, but fierce American Indian decided that they LOVE PEOPLE. The new-comers were…interesting.
The newcomers had designs on Indian Territory, but since the Indians have a natural curiosity, they just wanted to see what these new people would do. If you read about the Indians that first met Captain John Smith and other important historians (go to http://www.susquehanna.com – for now – we are unplugging the internet soon), the SASQUESAHANNOCKS [not the SUSQUEHANNA – there is a difference between these peoples] are the GYANTS referred to on the pictorial map originally drawn in ‘pen-picture’ by Captain Smith. Their ‘long bones’ may be seen within the Smithsonian Institute in New York. They were an extremely large people and they met Captain John Smith and his crew with a description, but his description of them was his point of view. Others also had this view of the originators of this United States of America, but his is probably a reasonable likeness. In the actual manuscripts of early 1612 called A Map of Virginia, written in Oxford tract and edited by John Smith himself there is confusion that I would like to clear up. When John Smith described the ‘GYANTS’, he wrote about the SASQUESAHANNOCK Indians.
These people are DIFFERENT than the SUSQUEHANNA Indians. My family is the SASQUESAHANNOCK Indians. Of them, John Smith wrote, “The picture of the greatest of them is signified in the map.” (He drew a pen-picture) “The calf of his leg was three quarters of a yard about, and all the rest of his limbs so answerable to that proportion, that he seemed the goodliest man we ever beheld. His hair, the one side was long, the other side shore close, with a ridge over his crown like a cock’s comb. His arrows were five quarters long, headed with splinters of white crystal-like stone, in the form of a heart, an inch broad, and an inch and a half, or more, long. These he wore in a wolf’s skin at his back for a quiver, his bow in one hand, and his club in the other, as described.” When Smith talked about meeting them NEXT YEAR, he was talking about the SUSQUEHANNA Indians, NOT the SASQUESAHANNOCK Indians. The people interpreting John Smiths writings did not know there is a difference in these two names. That is the reason for the criticism of his description of the SUSQUEHANNA Indians. The SASQUESAHANNOCK’s are “the sons of Anak, which come of the giants”, and white men “were as grasshoppers” next to them.
Further into the history found within this on-line publication and the historical registry of John Smith’s and critics of his work, we find these statements:
‘ “The truth is some of the critics have themselves exaggerated, for they talk almost as if Smith’s giants were described as equal to the fabulous giants who walked about with pine trees for staves. Alsop, who published a history of Maryland 1666, knew and visited these natives, and his testimony is to the point. He says they were “a people cast in the mould of a most large and war-like deportment, the men being for the most part seven feet high in altitude, and in magnitude the bulk suitable to so high a pitch, their voice large and hollow as ascending out of a cave, their gait and behavior straight, stately, and majestic, treading the earth with so much pride, disdain to so sordid a center, as can be imagined from a creature derived from the same mould and earth.” ’
The facts speak for themselves about my ancestry. There are many out there who know the truth, but they do not have to tell you. And, just because the government decided to hide them from the world does not mean that they are evil. For the truth is that these people are good people, they only look different than other people. They are a little hairy (hair on their bodies); they are sometimes very large and tall; when they speak it sounds very intimidating; and they have a different language than any on earth. The SASQUESAHANNOCKS have been seen now and then by ‘ordinary’ people, but they did not understand who or what they are. So, I am here to tell you that they are no longer going to HIDE from society. They are coming out of their BOX.
These giants look very ordinary to many people here on earth. That’s because they are human. They live in houses just like the rest of the population, but they have traditions that are their own. One of their duties is to guard the secrets of the next generation. But, one of the guardians stole the secrets and tried to make profit from their designs. The other guardians did not know the secrets were stolen until it was almost too late. They caught the one guardian because I am different.
I am a mixture of all of the people of the earth. I love all people and am a very good and compliant person. In fact, I am so compliant that when I noticed someone was NOT guarding this nation’s secrets, I knew something was wrong. Being surrounded by my own people, I laid down on the job. The other guardians were very angry that I did not perform the ‘project’. They picked me up by the nap of the neck and shook me. I am different. I turned around and hugged them. I told them that they had failed to perform GOD’s project and that they were being audited. They had never received an audit in the history of their covenant with GOD. So, I told them how and why they were being audited and my words were the voice of reason. They understood that the one guardian, my relative, had sold them out to a foreign organization.
I am different. I am solid as a rock in my knowing about GOD. And, no matter how they shook my body, they could never change my mind. So, they began listening to my life story. I rambled on and on about my journey and although they continued their shaking now and then, I kept talking. Because, you see, it is their job to guard the BOX, not mine. If they let the BOX out of their sight, they have no one to blame but themselves. So, I just kept enumerating how many times they took their eyes off the BOX and they finally agreed that since some of it was out there anyway, we should just go ahead and tell you about it. They chose me.
The funny thing is that they did not know me. They should have known me because they are just like me. We are related. That is how the one guardian was moving their BOX. She knew that the other guardians would never question my design. I am that good. I may not be the smartest tool in the shed, but I knew it was her word against mine. They had known her many years before me and had relied on her authority. So, I knew that she would point to me when she was the one who let the foreign organization try to steal the BOX.
The other funny thing is that I am the original owner and designer of the BOX. For many years another guardian had stolen my dreams of my BOX-making activity. I have some original designs on paper showing how I am the one who thought up an original BOX. It was one of my first designs of the ©FLEXIBALL housing design. I said, “Here is proof of my ability to design the BOX.” I was a long-distance truck driver for many years and have hauled around almost every box of military, aerospace, and general freight imaginable. I thought of these designs while going down the road based on my first design and thought to build them when I could hire someone to make blueprints to patent my ideas. As you all probably know, the patenting process in this country is almost impossible. The cost to patent was way out of my pay range and for some reason I never could make enough to have anything patented. (I bet many of us have had this problem.)
Over the years, I have come up with many designs. My ex-husband may remember it was me that came up with the original BOX for storage that people fill and then move to their new location. It was also me that came up with several of the electronic devices we use today. But, I have no proof of my ownership of many of my designs. It does not really matter anyway, because these new designs pretty much eliminate all the old ones out there.
The BOX design I am speaking about has many sizes. It redesigns all transportation, manufacturing, retail, housing, and just about everything else. It was in a BOX. The guardians let it out. They don’t mind my telling you about the BOX now (to a certain extent), because there are more designs than just the BOX. There are so many new designs to improve our human existence that the BOX is not the best kept secret.
I and the guardians need humans to help us build the BOX designs. Here’s the deal. If you, as a human, help us build our BOX designs, we will promise an extended human existence for you. It is a new design. No. It is not evil or immoral or magic. It is just a new design that helps you replace human cells that have gone bad or that might need improvement. We do not ‘CLEAN’ your cells. We do not try to take away your culture or improve your cell unless you ask us to. We can replace entire body parts using your own cells. This takes a little time, but the new body part works just as good as new. We no longer have to ‘mine’ body parts. Haven’t you ever thought that this practice breeds evil? We did. So, we decided to design something that replaced the practice. There are many more designs that you will begin noticing in the future; however, the guardians of the BOX need you all to begin making this design first.
Money is not the object. We need people who are interested in building a green world where human credit is the payment system. By that, we mean that every person has something to contribute to this world; some more than others. It is the same way with everything in this world. Some people are better drivers, some build designs, some can do both. In this new age, we all get to do exactly what best suits us. If you do not want to contribute to the new designs, you may not live as long as the others, but we do not discriminate against humans. You may live as long as you can while using your old design. As for me and the rest of us, I plan to pitch in to this project. I am a driver, a designer, a writer, a publisher, a web-designer, a cook, a mechanic, a laundress, a tailor, an animal trainer, a musician, an instructor (all kinds), a pilot, an engineer, an artist, a CEE (Chief Executive Entrepreneur), a housekeeper, and a Mom. I am more, but then, the guardians know that. I am lending my tools to the BOX and although we really never finish the project, we will have everything we need, want, or whim. So, who cares about money now? Besides, if you never retire, who needs money? I plan to have fun for many years into the future. Do you?
If you consider yourself an original citizen of this country, you may decide to join our RRDD Project. I have plenty of room in my hometown of Hot Springs Reservation, Arkansas to build the BOX. However, the more I dug into my (and the guardians’) past, I found there are many relatives of ours living in other countries. So, if you want to be a part of this project, we have made an exception. If you accept our offer, we will make you a lifetime RESERVATION. Just remember to bring your tools.
April Graves-Minton: Reservationist
