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Truth: Has it lost its value and its worth?

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truth liesIn this day and age, it seems that truth has lost its value!  Which leaves to question — is it really worth anything anymore?  Isn’t it only the liars, who get ahead and have a chance to grab the golden ring and stuff their pockets full of wealth and all things good?  Isn’t it only the liar that wins and the truth that nearly always loses?

There have been my moments when I felt truth was a lost cause.

Truth seemed to stop mattering, as bullies began to invade in masses as if from a foreign bully-land that no one had known existed.

Truth seemed to stop mattering, as liars threw out the lies and the world ran with them, rather than care about what the “un-exciting” or “inconvenient” truth really was.

Truth seemed to stop mattering, as technicalities, lack of counsel or activist judges gave reward to the lie and damned the truth as if it were something totally irrelevant.

Truth seemed to stop mattering when so many journalists became propaganda spreaders, rather than the excellent investigative reporters they had once set their goals to become.

Truth seemed to stop mattering when it got in the way of agendas and self-reward.

Yes, truth seemed to stop mattering for so many reasons, but it really didn’t.  It still matters.  It matters far more than some might think at any given time.

Truth is steadfast.  It does not sway with the winds.  Nothing ever makes a truth an untruth, contrary to what some might wish us to believe.

On the other hand, liars are like criminals.  They steal results and opinions.  They wrongly assault people’s reputations and by their lies lay claim to results, property, money and rewards not due them.  They might even destroy lives beyond repair, but “hey”, if they get what they want — that’s all that counts, right?

No.

Truth is solid because it is what it is.  Lies are without true substance.  There is nothing to anchor them on or to.  Eventually, it all plays out and the truth is proven to be the truth and the lie proven to be the lie.  It’s just a matter of when.  That’s all.

Truth is priceless.  And, if you die being “only” an honest person, you will have died being one of the wealthiest to have ever been.  No one will ever be able to actually take your truth away, and no one will ever be able to make the lies reality.  You will die knowing you are on the right side of history and more importantly — on the right side of God!

Priceless!

Tormenting & Unforgiving: This is All There is

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destruction 3Anger rages within my being as the truth pours forth and I come to know why life has been so tormenting and unforgiving to me.

So much has been unfair and devastating… no chance did I have to make things right or to grasp the golden ring as it flew by me into the hands of another… always another… never me… not once me… not even a single time was it to be.

I’ve cried the tears of many… and begged and pleaded often… only to have cold backs turned to me and the chuckles echoing into the darkness of my mood.

How dare I ask.  How dare I hope.  How dare I even wonder why.

Then comes the answer.  The answer that has always alluded and deluded all that I ever was and am and might have ever been.  I am a victim.  I am a victim and now I know.  No more questions to be asked.  Just some checks to collect and the promise I’ll never try to be anything more than their little toy to nanny and pump their ruling self-indulging pride.

Oh, they… the saviors that have come to save us victims… the victims of their making… do dance in delight and no doubt  toast us each night, as they enjoy all they have denied those not they.  Alas for they, but not for us, one day their reign of twisted thought and selfish gain, shall lead them to the end of their enjoyed stolen reign.

And at the end of that path…

There shall stand the “new” dictators and designers, who will then appoint them the victims to be taunted and denied.  It will then be they that cry and beg, while backs are turned and chuckles heard, as they become the toys to nanny and pump the rulers self-indulging pride.

Yes, it will be they… and rather than a helping hand given… someone will tell them that they are not only victims, but forever victims with no hope to touch their present or their future.  Someone will tell them, “This is all there is.  Give up and enjoy the crumbs we’ll give to you.  You are, after all, a victim of our enemy and a pawn to be played by us and they.”

In thought of what is to come to be… the rage is no longer left in me.

Copyrighted ©Carrie K. Hutchens 2014 – All Rights Reserved

Madness Steals the Morning Light

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destructionThe suffocating madness steals the morning light and bids all children to follow into its darkness of the damned.  A darkness cold and blinding to all that is and has ever been.  A darkness mocking and shrill in the deceit it drapes wildly in foul disdain for any truth that hints to bless the day.

Laughter touches the breeze, but only for a brief whisper of eternity.  Only for a moment.  Only until the realization dashes the haunting smile of the herders of delusion.  The herders who awaken in the late of day to realize they, too, are nothing more than the slaughtered self.  The self drained and molded into a one-thought pool of confused and withered illusion of the conquered masses, and not worthy of the pedestal of the elite of deception.

One might mock the awakening of they, the alleged enlightened, if it were not for the destruction and death filling the air of a world once alive, thriving and proud — now crumbled into unrecognizable ruin.  Instead, sadness overwhelms as desperation reigns in a clutch of loss and hopelessness.  There is no more.  The elite of deceit created the chaos to ensure a kingdom of power and control, but now there is nothing left to rule nor decisions to be made by their sliding hand.  The sought after kingdom sucked into the quicksand designed for the lowly, has become the tomb to encase and reward the delusional rulers who could not see the madness in their thoughts and the devastation of their actions.

Once upon a time, the elite of deception believed themselves above all and entitled to all they wished and dreamed to be.  Now, they fight among themselves to merely survive in the crazed world created by their fanatic lies and selfish movement to destroy the society of the people and mold it into their perception of ideal.  An ideal birthed and now out-of-control and devouring without discrimination.  For it has come to be that no one is safe, not even the elite of deception, who set the madness into motion to feed their greed and bless their arrogance.  An arrogance that madness feasted upon in utter delight, leaving behind wild eyes full of hideous terror and agonizing confusion.

Now, the elite of deception slither in the darkness praying to be spared, but it shall not be.  For the monster they created, shall their destruction seek.  As it was empowered by they, it, too, feels entitled to all it wishes and dreams for he.  It is after all — the power of deception and lies, who knows no friends and holds no loyalty to any — not even to they now in the shadows of madness of their own deceit and delusion.  Not even they.

Copyrighted ©Carrie K. Hutchens 2014 – All Rights Reserved

Destiny and Doom To Behold

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serpentThe lies slither to embrace and mock all that is.  No breath of truth remains untainted in the bitter battle between the dimensions of calm sanity and the void of madness out-of-control.

Vile names are cast upon any who dare not believe in the madness or agree in blindness to walk to its end at the cliff’s edge.

How dare there be question or challenge in any thought bayed by the elite of all darkness, for they are the gifts from the Universe and all others the weeds of pure waste.  In this they were taught by the seeds of an arrogance bathed in a self-design of importance and now descending to a void and destruction someday to be true.

Alas!… alas poor soul… for evil does prey upon itself.  Soon you… the champion of all that is evil and untrue… shall no longer be the host, but rather the feast to be devoured and mocked into a torment and nothingness you once deemed a worthy existence for all others but you and yours.

Yes, dear soul — it is now your heaven or your hell that shall be served unto you.  For what you have created for others is now your destiny and doom to behold forever and a day.

 Copyrighted ©Carrie K. Hutchens 2013 – All Rights Reserved

Well look who is here! Great to see you!

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WelcomeDear “Truly Appreciated Visitor”,

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Best wishes sent to embrace,

~Carrie

Games on the Hill: The DC Crowd at Play

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whistleThe DC Crowd is on the field prancing around, flexing their muscles and making sure their ear-muffs are firmly in place.  Watch out — there it goes — first insult slammed into right field.  Cruz runs wide… back… back… there he goes… he jumps… and it’s a leaping catch right into his corner.

Reid calls it an incomplete and declares no points for Cruz.

Next ball down the center… oh… whoa… look at it go!  Lee jumps up catches it… passes it down the court to Cruz… Cruz does a jump shot… in it goes… a basket in one!  The crowd goes wild!

Reid calls out, “I told you I wasn’t going to let you make that play, so it doesn’t count.”

Volley over the net and no one on the other side to send the ball back.  Instead, they are sitting on the sidelines waiting for the touch down they think they have no hope of stopping.

Reid calls out again, “Time for a break.”

Confused yet at exactly what game the DC Crowd is playing and what the rules actually are?  Most people are.  The rules keep changing depending on the team up-to-bat in would seem.  After all, it appears to be an unquestionable line-drive right down the winning lane and someone in power calls it a “foul ball” and readily dismisses it.  Umpire goes with the power-person and everyone else is standing around going, “Huh?  How did that happen?”

Instant and long term replay doesn’t seem to have much influence over what was versus what is said to have been.  (Kinda Orwellian history in the making.)  So, while the DC Crowd is at play, playing whatever it is they are playing, it’s the other crowd that is being turned away from the stadium gates and left in limbo to pay the price for however these games turn out.

I wonder how much those ear muffs have cost “We the People” thus far?

 

Pulling the Plug

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plugIt is mind blogging how some people are so ready to suggest the plug should be pulled on others. What if the pluggee doesn’t want the plug pulled? Pull it anyway?

There you go. One more down. Who else can we get rid of?

The thought brings to mind a picture of an eager face with a vile grin and some drool running down the chin for good measure. “Oh look, that little old lady in Aisle 4 doesn’t have quality of life. I wouldn’t want to live that way, walking with a limp. Let’s get her. Boy, this legal murder is empowering. Look at me! I have power over life and death. Why didn’t we start doing this before now? Oh, good another one back by the frozen foods. Such a good day for plug pulling.”

Think it can’t ever happen?

Who would have thought we would ever be where we are today? Who would have thought we would be so ready to say that helpless people “aren’t in there”, and thus believe it is simply okay to starve and dehydrate them to death? Who would have thought, but that is where society has arrived at. Society is killing off the weakest without thought to those who have fallen victim to illness, injury, disability or age. It is outrageous at how cold and cruel our society has become.

It is easy to say someone has no hope, when no therapy or attempt has been made to help the person get better. It’s causing the problem and then having the problem be our supportive argument as to why not to take any positive actions.

For those who might not get what I just said, it would be like a husband taking the one and only family car and then blaming the wife for not driving to the grocery store for something he wanted while he was gone with the one and only car that prevented her from being able to drive to the store to get what he wanted while he was gone with the one and only car.

Or, how about a teacher not giving an assignment, but then blaming the class for not completing the assignment not given?

Likewise, people can’t always get better without the tools and treatment being made available to them.

They can’t wheel themselves down the hallway, if they don’t have a wheel chair to wheel.

They can’t do physical therapy if none is offered, nor anyone to tell them how.

They can’t take the necessary medications to cure their illness, if no medication is made available.

They can’t eat or drink if no food or water is provided.

They can’t look out the window if there is no window to look out of.

Simply put, people can’t get better if they aren’t allowed to get better, because all things that will (or might) make them better is denied them.

But none of this appears to matter in this day and age, when the so-called “Enlightened” seem to feel they are the anointed and have the power of a god to make life and death decisions in spite of what the person or family might want.

Listening to the arguments of many is a waste of time. They justify with issues that are irrelevant to the case at hand. I liken their arguments to:

Spot — the dog — pooped in the yard, so Spot’s owners aren’t going to feed the cat bird food.

So, one asks this person what any of that has to do with anything or even with each other, and the person might come back with the righteous question — “What? Are you trying to say that Spot didn’t poop in the yard?”

Or, maybe the response will be, “What? Are you supporting feeding the cat bird food?”

Sometimes I wonder if the irrational is to drive the rational over the edge or wear them down where they give up the fight against this madness. I don’t know, but I do know that I get tired of it and would like to put the irrational in a padded room with all their irrational statements played back to them throughout the day and night and see their reaction to their own words… their own arguments… their own enjoyment at playing these games with others.

I guess I should ask for forgiveness for wishing such on even them, but it doesn’t take away the truth that something really does need to be done to shake up this world and get it (and us) back on track. This craziness has simply gotten all too boring and quite too dangerous for all too many people.

Those who think they are gods and anointed to make choices between life and death for those who aren’t asking for their services, should be demoted to Spot’s poop scoopers and making sure the cat isn’t fed the bird food, while those who respect life — should be the ones moved into the position considered “Enlighten” and given the courtesy of a listen.

Once “non-responsive” is not necessarily forever “unresponsive”.

Unable to speak or move is not necessarily a sign that a person is gone and that the brain is dead.

Those who believe the garbage being spit out in this day and age to suggest otherwise of what I just said, should read the story of Kate Allatt, Mother-of-three left ‘locked in’ by a stroke last year WALKS down the aisle to renew her wedding vows . By Daily Mail Reporter Created 10:15 AM on 25th May 2011. It might just be an eye opener and give a person wonder of what if they were in a situation as she. Would they, too, like the opportunity to return to their life? Or, would they rather Spot eat the bird food and the cat poop in the yard while the bird makes the decision just before he goes to work to consider giving the rat still another loan to pay for his teeth so he can chew up the constitution and any good works that might have once shown us to be compassionate human beings trying to make this world a better place for all?

Pulling the plug on any, should be a something taken very serious and it has nothing to do with what Spot did in the yard today or yesterday or any day before!

It has to do with the issues at hand!

It has to do with a human life we are talking about and deciding about!

What if we are wrong?

Ask Kate Allatt and her family about the consequences of wrong and what might have been if continued!

Ask her if she rather have been unplugged or allowed to walk down the aisle to renew her wedding vows. Her answer might astonish our “enlightened”, but it certainly doesn’t astonish me or the rest of us “unenlightened”.

We know.

We just hope the realization spreads.

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Pulling the Plug originally published on Dakota Voice – August 26th, 2011

Carrie Hutchens is a former law enforcement officer and a freelance writer who is active in fighting against the death culture movement and the injustices within the judicial and law enforcement systems.

 

Divide & Conquer: A Statement We Desperately Need to Remember

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divided we fallDivide and conquer is what an organized enemy does before going in for the win.  It’s perhaps time that “we” take note of what has been happening in our world.  We have been divided and we are being defeated at every turn.  “We” meaning all of us that are not on the elite pedestal of exemption.  “We”, the ones who will be first to feel the results of this run-away train of arrogance, ignorance and lack of empathy for all but their special and chosen groups of whom — “we” are not a member, nor ever shall be.

People are stepping forward and letting it be known that they do not want ObamaCare as it now exists.  The voices are not only ignored, but to listen to the MSM, and speeches from Obama down to his lowest communication agent — the citizens are instead quite elated.  It’s those bad Republicans that are trying to do mean and dirty things.  Just who is it that is not living in reality?  Perhaps they hope we will believe it is us, rather than they.  And truthfully… if they are able to isolate us — so we can’t or won’t compare notes — they have a very real chance of creating their illusion and presenting it as authentic.  That should give one a shiver or two.

Racism does still exist today, just as sexism does.  However, it isn’t as it once was.  It isn’t the dominate trend — it is the exception.  However, there are those who stoke the fires and attempt to make everything about racism or sexism or whatever other “ism” necessary, so as to create an illusion of victimhood that can be utilized to herd the targeted person or group towards whatever belief and action is beneficial to the agitators goal. 

Sadly, too many fall for the scam and eagerly follow to whatever hate and discontent they were assigned to be a part of.  Yes, assigned to.

Can any actually believe this chaos simply happened on it’s own?

We must remember that the enemy strives to divide so they might easily conquer.

Our world, as it now is, is being driven and directed for the benefit of someone, or someones, who definitely are not looking out for the best interest of “We the People”.  Whoever these specific people are — they have proven to be masters of deception, division and defection.  Their mastery is our threat — our realization is theirs.

Divide & Conquer —  A Statement We Desperately Need to Remember!

Dark Ravens Rise

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ravensDark ravens rise in mocking flight as snarls do hiss and serpents coil.  There is no babe in comfort held.  All lies are truth and truth are lies.  The cries of old in silence held.  A mother’s arms no longer are.  A babe in life now twists in death – the hope all gone… no breath to see… cold stillness of pain surpassed … tomorrows to never be.

The naked womb in haunted shame, echoes cries of tortured screams.  How often did the baby plead for a mother’s arms to stop the deed and simply give a chance to be?

Did she know?… did she care?… was there a moment she thought to dare and give a chance for this little life to be?

Or… did the lies rise up to snare still another doubting soul in guise of right and righteousness that is not so and few do see?

A right that makes it good to take a little life in glee breeds serpents tongues and crickets shame to sing upon the world of he and all that be.

A tiny soul in limbo rests while memories haunt and deeds devour the inhumane of selfish ways whose dark voices cry in thought of only “me” and “my” and “I”.

There is no rest for tortured ones as they desperately do wander in search… always in search… of what they can not find… nor ever shall, you see.  For it was a tiny soul clinging to a cold womb who held the light and sparked the fire of what we call humanity.

Copyrighted ©Carrie K. Hutchens 2013 – All Rights Reserved

In One We Are No More

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Disco BallThe picture painted to distort and deceive, it’s nothing such as it ever seems.

The words of old twisted and rushed, say so much and mean so little.

The world of hope a ploy conceived and given as a gem none shall ever see.

No time to beckon.  No time to cry.  It’s over now.  No dreams remain.  What was is not and what was not is.  The confusion and delusions invade and become, as tomorrow is forgotten and the future becomes void in a clone of only one.

None beyond one.

Only one.

Just one to be and behold.

A spirit rages.  It speaks and demands.

Alas, the plan of one is dimming in the light.

We are no more as once we were, but neither are we one as they wished us to be.  For there is a gem to see and a gem to be as we become the nightmare of the collective ones, who now have learned — our souls are our own and never for sale, nor a gift given unto them ever this day, nor even beyond.

Yes, our souls are our own, as they, in conclusion and confusion, walk sadly away from us as one and only one, for in their world of singleness there are none beyond one.

 

Copyrighted ©Carrie K. Hutchens 2013 – All Rights Reserved

Dark Cloaks & Puddles

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cloakAnger cloaks me in a dark passion of corrupt thoughts and evil visions untold.  No day is absent of dissent and the twisted fate of melting dreams and hope scorched in vile slime of failure.

The sun no longer shines in the brilliance that whispers “One of these days…”

Instead, it is another day… just another day like all others.  A day of anxiety.  A day of desperation.  A day of searching… begging… pleading.  Simply a day.  Yes, a day simply of shadows and demons and old memories that haunt and beckon my defeat and utter destruction.

Clouds roll in to meet my mood.  Thunder rumbles.  Lightning flickers.  Rain gently begins to sprinkle the thirsting, cracked and parched ground.  Its rhythm is soothing as a lullaby to a wee one, with whispers of hope and loving comfort.  Birds sing along in delight and bathe happily in little puddles made just for they on this simple day that rests within the harsh ones that have come before and the ones that will come after.  But for today… just this day… there are puddles to play in, and a freshness in the air that invites and embraces, as the dark clouds roll on their way with the thunder rumbling somewhere in the distance of someone else’s day.

puddleSo little… so little it takes to delight God’s tiny creatures and bring songs of joy to their simple day.  A simple day with lessons that beckon and give me pause to remove the cloak of anger at least for today… this simple day…  this day of puddles and lullabies and crisp, fresh smells of a new beginning given simply because it was.

 

Copyrighted ©Carrie K. Hutchens 2013 – All Rights Reserved

When the Information was Wrong: The Inaccurate Public Conviction of George Zimmerman

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George Zimmerman's Great-Grandfather

George Zimmerman’s Great-Grandfather

On February 26, 2012, in Sanford, Florida, life ended for one young man and life forever changed for many more. There is no turning back. There are no second chances. A young man is dead and another young man faces the results of decisions they both made that day.

While we can’t take back how things played out with the Trayvon Martin and George Zimmerman encounter or anything that led up to those final moments of life-death changing events, we do have a responsibility of calling the media, our president, Al Sharpton, Jessie Jackson, Black Panthers and a few others to account for their irresponsible responses, reporting and race baiting behavior thereafter.

Turns out that, Zimmerman, the “white Hispanic”, is not only nearly as Black in heritage as our president, if not completely so — he was raised under the influence of a half-black grandmother, rather than, a white grandma as Obama was.

Well, who would have thought such to be a possibility while listening to the original reports of it all?

It appears the president and Al & buddies didn’t.

Amazing how some major players of race-baiting have all run from the story, or so it seems.

The media being so irresponsible as to unjustly inflame, is beyond belief.

It used to be that the media sought out the truth and facts, but in the Martin-Zimmerman case, didn’t we see video that supposedly suggested that Zimmerman was not injured, when in fact he was?

Haven’t we often heard that Zimmerman “disobeyed” the dispatcher, when, in fact, the tape has the dispatcher saying something to the effect, “We don’t need you to do that.” and Zimmerman calmly responding, “Okay.” Yes, haven’t we heard that conversation followed by lack of heavy breathing… meaning that Zimmerman was neither running after ,nor walking swiftly, after anyone.? Yet, that bit of misinformation suggesting that Zimmerman disobeyed the dispatcher continues to follow the story. Why?

I can only suppose the “why’s”!

Without there being racism and racial profiling, this may have merely been a tragic story that was nothing more than a misunderstanding between two people. A story that might have been reported briefly and stuffed into the history files of all the other sad things that have happened to people more often than we would like to think. That’s what it could have been. But none of those possibilities mattered as Al Sharpton, the president and all those others jumped in and made a bad situation even worse.

Let’s not forget NBC’s edited version of the 911 tape that makes it appear that Zimmerman is saying that he is suspicious of Martin, because the teenager is black. The tape was edited. That ISN’T how the conversation went. Yet, people are still relying upon that bogus version and holding George Zimmerman guilty because of it.

How does NBC plan on remedying the wrongful results that rest with their wrongful actions?

Once a lie or bad information is out there, it is out there. Some will consider the original information to be gospel and refuse to consider any thought word or deed that counters the holy words of the first to speak and report. Of course, how hard do those reporters, agencies or officials try to correct their original misinformation and even outright lies? Do they repeat their misdeeds and misreporting every few minutes such as they repeat the sensationalized story headlines they create?

Read the full article at the American Clarion where it was originally published:
When the Information was Wrong: The Inaccurate Public Conviction of George Zimmerman