On Wednesday, March 14,2018, an article by Kathleen Parker a syndicated columnist from DC, entitled “Hillary, just stop. Please!”, appeared in the local newspaper. It is right on. Here goes:
“She can’t let go.
She can’t stop talking about what happened. She wrote an entire book about it. Now she’s telling people in other countries why she should have won the election. In India last weekend, she told an audience that she won in all the smart, cool places and then hit a pandering low that puts a catalogue of others to shame.
Hillary Clinton just can’t quit herself. Not then. Not now.
In case you missed it, she won the popular vote by nearly 3 million votes but lost the Electoral College. Like it or not, out electoral system was set up this way – with both a popular vote and the Electoral College – ostensibly as a bulwark against the mob rule.
Americans hate or love the Electoral College, depended on whether it benefits them. And every few years, we want to scrap the whole thing and let the majority have its way. Or, should I say, let demographics and birth rates rule the day.
Irony, meanwhile, is one happy camper these days. Trump’s unexpected victory meant that the “mob”, as perceived by Clinton supporters, merged with the Electoral College to pick a populist demagogue.
To sat that a majority of the country awoke the morning after Election Day shell-shocked and mute is to understate the effect not so much of Clinton’s loss but of Trump’s win. As in, “What?”
On my block in very blue Washington the morning after, three neighbors simultaneously ventured outside to collect the newspaper of walk the dog and stood staring at each other, wordlessly. It was as though the presidency had died.
But life does skip right along, doesn’t it? A triumphant trump hasn’t slackened his pace as he shows one staff member, appointee or cabinet member out another door. Secretary of State rex Tillerson, the most recent (but surely not the last), was fired Tuesday in the nick of a bad news cycle – a possible Republican loss in a Pennsylvania special election to fill a congressional seat and a lawsuit filed by an alleged former lover (Windy Snowy, or some such), who was allegedly paid not to tell.
No good seems to come to those who serve in this administration. Cue Peter, Paul and Mary: Where have all the soldiers gone? Long time passing. Where have all the soldiers gone, ling time ago? Gone to grave yards, everyone; When will they ever learn? When will they e-ver learn?
The same song same song could be sung about Clinton, if only she could hear the music. But then, she was always a little tone deaf. In India last week on a private trip with her friend and loyal adviser, Huma Abedin, Clinton gave a few speeches as part of her ongoing global book tour to promote, wait for it, “What Happened.”
At least Al Gore, who suffered a similar fate, winning the popular vote in 2000 but losing the Electoral College to George W. Bush, only went on to grow a beard and make documentaries about the end of the earth. Clinton seems committed to a personal Groundhog Day in which she adds not new talents and feats of heroism but fresh targets to blame for her destiny denied.
She has variously blamed former FBI Director James Comey, Russia sexists, “deplorables” and, in a speech in Mumbai, racism. In one of her worst-yet panders – quite a distinction if you remember Hillary’s 2007 speech in Selma, Alabama – she apparently noticed the darker pigmentation of her Indian audience and adapted.
She started out be reiterating her disdain for those who failed to recognize her virtues, saying she won in places “that are optimistic, diverse, dynamic, moving forward,” compared with Trump voters who are always looking “backwards.” Yikes!
Such a lack of awareness, combined with Clinton’s clear disdain for millions of Americans whom she would have served as president, confirms that she shouldn’t have won after all.”
Thank God for miracles!
Just to put things in perspective, after I graduated from Weequahic High School and before going to Seton Hall University, I had a part-time job working for a butcher. I was the delivery guy and occasionally had to go to the slaughterhouse to pick up products for the store. Needless to say, I had no consciousness nor awareness, as change never came then despite the horrors I witnessed on an almost daily basis.
After graduating with a degree in accounting from Seton Hall, I eventually got married and moved to a town called Livingston. Livingston was basically a yuppie community where everyone was judged by the neighborhood they lived in and their income. To say it was a "plastic" community would be an understatement.
Livingston and the shallowness finally got to me. I told my wife I was fed up and wanted to move. She made it clear she had to be near her friends and New York City. I finally got my act together and split for Colorado.
I was living with a lady in Aspen at the end of 1974, when one day she said, " let's become vegetarians". I have no idea what possessed me to say it, but I said, "okay"! At that point I went to the freezer and took out about $100 worth of frozen, dead body parts and gave them to a welfare mother who lived behind us. Well, everything was great for about a week or so, and then the chick split with another guy.
So here I was, a vegetarian for a couple weeks, not really knowing what to do, how to cook, or basically how to prepare anything. For about a month, I was getting by on carrot sticks, celery sticks, and yogurt. Fortunately, when I went vegan in 1990, it was a simple and natural progression. Anyway, as I walked around Aspen town, I noticed a little vegetarian restaurant called, "The Little Kitchen".
Let me back up just a little bit. It was April of 1975, the snow was melting and the runoff of Ajax Mountain filled the streets full of knee-deep mud. Now, Aspen was great to ski in, but was a bummer to walk in when the snow was melting.
I was ready to call it quits and I needed a warmer place. I'll elaborate on that in a minute.
But right now, back to "The Little Kitchen". Knowing that I was going to leave Aspen and basically a new vegetarian, I needed help. So, I cruised into the restaurant and told them my plight and asked them if they would teach me how to cook. I told them in return I would wash dishes and empty their trash. They then asked me what I did for a living and I told them I was an accountant.
The owner said to me, "Let's make a deal. You do our tax return and we'll feed you as well". So for the next couple of weeks I was doing their tax return, washing their dishes, emptying the trash, and learning as much as I could.
But, like I said, the mud was getting to me. So I picked up a travel book written by a guy named Foder. The name of the book was, "Hawaii". Looking through the book I noticed that in Lahaina, on Maui, there was a little vegetarian restaurant called," Mr. Natural's". I decided right then and there that I would go to Lahaina and work at "Mr. Natural's." To make a long story short, that's exactly what happened.
So, I'm working at "Mr. Natural's" and learning everything I can about my new dietary lifestyle - it was great. Every afternoon we would close for lunch at about 1 PM and go to the Sheraton Hotel in Ka'anapali and play volleyball, while somebody stayed behind to prepare dinner.
Since I was the new guy, and didn't really know how to cook, I never thought that I would be asked to stay behind to cook dinner. Well, one afternoon, that's exactly what happened; it was my turn. That posed a problem for me because I was at the point where I finally knew how to boil water.
I was desperate, clueless and basically up the creek without a paddle. Fortunately, there was a friend of mine sitting in the gazebo at the restaurant and I asked him if he knew how to cook. He said the only thing he knew how to cook was enchiladas. He said that his enchiladas were bean-less and dairy-less. I told him that I had no idea what an enchilada was or what he was talking about, but I needed him to show me because it was my turn to do the evening meal.
Well, the guys came back from playing volleyball and I'm asked what was for dinner. I told them enchiladas; the owner wasn't thrilled. I told him that mine were bean-less and dairy-less. When he tried the enchilada he said it was incredible. Being the humble guy that I was, I smiled and said, "You expected anything less"? It apparently was so good that it was the only item on the menu that we served twice a week. In fact, after about a week, we were selling five dozen every night we had them on the menu and people would walk around Lahaina broadcasting, 'enchilada's at "Natural's" tonight'. I never had to cook anything else.
A year later the restaurant closed, and somehow I gravitated to a little health food store in Wailuku. I never told anyone I was an accountant and basically relegated myself to being the truck driver. The guys who were running the health food store had friends in similar businesses and farms on many of the islands. I told them that if they could organize and form one company they could probably lock in the State. That's when they found out I was an accountant and "Down to Earth" was born. "Down to Earth" became the largest natural food store chain in the islands, and I was their Chief Financial Officer and co-manager of their biggest store for 13 years.
In 1981, I started to do a weekly radio show to try and expose people to a vegetarian diet and get them away from killing innocent creatures. I still do that show today. I pay for my own airtime and have no sponsors to not compromise my honesty. One bit of a hassle was the fact that I was forced to get a Masters Degree in Nutrition to shut up all the MD's that would call in asking for my credentials.
My doing this radio show enabled me, through endless research, to see the corruption that existed within the big food industries, the big pharmaceutical companies, the biotech industries and the government agencies. This information, unconscionable as it is, enabled me to realize how broken our health system is. This will be covered more in depth in the Introduction and throughout the book and when you finish the book you will see this clearly and it will hopefully inspire you to make changes.
I left Down to Earth in 1989, got nationally certified as a sports injury massage therapist and started traveling the world with a bunch of guys that were making a martial arts movie. After doing that for about four years I finally made it back to Honolulu and got a job as a massage therapist at the Honolulu Club, one of Hawaii's premier fitness clubs. It was there I met the love of my life who I have been with since 1998. She made me an offer I couldn't refuse. She said," If you want to be with me you've got to stop working on naked women". So, I went back into accounting and was the Chief Financial Officer of a large construction company for many years.
Going back to my Newark days when I was an infant, I had no idea what a "chicken" or "egg" or "fish" or "pig" or "cow" was. My dietary blueprint was thrust upon me by my parents as theirs was thrust upon them by their parents. It was by the grace of God that I was able to put things in their proper perspective and improve my health and elevate my consciousness.
The road that I started walking down in 1975 has finally led me to the point of writing my book, “A Sane Diet For An Insane World”. Hopefully, the information contained herein will be enlightening, motivating, and inspiring to encourage you to make different choices. Doing what we do out of conditioning is not always the best course to follow. I am hoping that by the grace of the many friends and personalities I have encountered along my path, you will have a better perspective of what road is the best road for you to travel on, not only for your health but your consciousness as well.
Last but not least: after being vaccinated as a kid I developed asthma, which plagued me all of my life. In 2007 I got exposed to the organic sulfur crystals, which got rid of my asthma in 3 days and has not come back in over 10 years. That, being the tip of the iceberg, has helped people reverse stage 4 cancers, autism, joint pain, blood pressure problems, migraine headaches, erectile dysfunction, gingivitis, and more. Also, because of the detoxification effects by the release of oxygen that permeates and heals all the cells in the body, it removes parasites, radiation, fluoride, free radicals, and all the other crap that is thrust upon us in the environment by Big Business.
For more, please view www.healthtalkhawaii.com and www.asanediet.com.
Namaste!
