Tuesday, November 19, 2013

ATelekinetic Surprise in a Coffee Shop

Scaring people is hard. Scaring New Yorkers is even harder.

It's clear that the folks behind the prank in the video below know a thing or two about how to successfully freak out even the most skeptic seen-it-alls. And what they execute is very impressive.

The skilled pranksters constructed a fake wall inside West Village coffee shop 'Snice Cafe in NYC, installing a cable and pulley that send a (stuntman) unsuspecting patron flying up into the air. Chairs, books, and tables are all remotely controlled, giving the illusion that a young woman's anger-induced, out-of-control telekinesis is behind a room full of moving objects.

Best viewed in "Full Screen Format".
Click small box in lower right corner of screen after the video has started.

CLICK ON PICTURE TO VIEW: THIS IS REALLY Great!



Everette Hopes You Enjoy!


Thursday, November 14, 2013

Monday, November 11, 2013

Homeless Veteran Makeover

How appropriate to post this on Veterans Day. Support our Troops; Thank a Veteran for their service.


Sunday, October 6, 2013

'Il Silencio' (The Silence) played by 13 year old Melissa Venema with André Rieu and his orchestra at the 'Vrijthof' in Maastricht.

'Il Silenzio' is an Italian instrumental piece written in 1965 by trumpet player Nini Rosso. André Rieu (born 1949) is a famous Dutch violinist, conductor, and composer.

A few years ago, an American visited the Netherlands and the American Cemetery and Memorial in the village of Margraten, about six miles from Maastricht. There lie buried 8,301 American soldiers killed in the battles to liberate Holland in the fall and winter of 1944-5. Sgt. Bill Dukeman, 101st Airborne Division, 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment, Second Battalion, Company C (of "Band of Brothers fame) is buried there. He was killed in the battle of "The Crossroads" in northern Holland.

The Dutch hold an annual memorial concert every September at the above cemetery to remember and honor the Americans who died to free them in Operation Market Garden and subsequent efforts to eject the German army from Holland.

Sgt. Dukeman, like many other fallen GIs, was "adopted" by a Dutch family. Dukeman's family in the States was contacted and hosted in Holland, and his grave site decorated each year by his Dutch "family." They keep his portrait in their home, displayed in a place of honor. Fathers pass this obligation down to their sons in Holland. This version of the original "taps" music is played by a 13 year old Dutch girl named Melissa Venema. The conductor of the orchestra is Andre Rieu from Holland.

Many of you may never have heard taps played in its entirety . The original version of Taps was called Last Post, and was written by Daniel Butterfield in 1801. It was rather lengthy and formal, as you will hear in this clip, so in 1862 it was shortened to 24 notes and re-named Taps.

Melissa Venema is playing it on a trumpet whereby the original was played on a bugle.

As web master and Director of the Attala County History and Genealogy web site, I too had an occassion to become familiar with Americans buried in cemeteries in the Neitherlands. I was contacted by Bert Eggen of Voerendaal in the Netherlans. Bert Eggen explained that he had adopted the grave of an American soldier that was killed in World War II and buried in Margraten, Netherlands in a military cemetery and he wanted to locate the relatives of this soldier, John Rutherford. He provided the information he had which included the fact that John was originally from Attala County, Mississippi. Bert began a search for resources on the Internet that would aid him in locating John's relatives. Bert posted a message to a Mississippi Message Board which eventually led him to me. I immediately began to use the Internet resources available to me in an attempt to locate a relative of John Rutherford.

John N. Rutherford

Private, U.S. Army
Service # 34345706
4th Signal Battalion

Entered the Service from: Mississippi
Died: 6-Dec-44
Buried at: Plot B Row 21 Grave 3
Netherlands American Cemetery
Margraten, Netherlands

Additional information about Bert Eggen's search for relatives of John Rutherford can be found by clicking on the link below:

John Rutherford

Friday, September 20, 2013

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday, Tracy!

Price at Birth = $147.55; Price now: "Priceless"

With hopes that it is the greatest Birthday Ever!


Monday, September 9, 2013

Elizabeth Sleasman Obituary



Elizabeth Sleasman Obituary

Date of Birth:

Saturday, March 13th, 1976

Date of Death:

Tuesday, August 6th, 2013

Bellingham, Washington, UNITED STATES 98225

Obituary:

Elizabeth Sue Sleasman was born in Bellingham to Mark and Margaret (Radisich) Sleasman. Attended schools in the Mt. Baker District, graduating in 1994. She was preceded in death by her grandparents: Sid & Dorothy Sleasman; Gerald & Margaret Rowe; her brother Paul Olsen, Jr.; her nephew Mark Sleasman, II; her uncle Jack Radisich and her aunt, Marlene Mitzelfeldt.
She is survived by her parents; daughter Kayla of Spokane, WA; brothers: John Olsen of Portland, OR; Curt (Amanda) Sleasman; and Bill (Samantha) Sleasman all of Bellingham, WA.; nieces, Sidney Sleasman and Emma Gray; nephews Parker Sleasman and Gabriel Gray all of Bellingham, WA; uncle Dale (Darlene) Sleasman of Ferndale, WA; sister-in-law, Carol Olsen; nephew Joshua Olsen and niece Amber Olsen all of McMinnville, OR; also her best friend, Kara Peters Tryon; and many cousins and friends.
In lieu of flowers, donation may be made in Sue's name to Bellingham Baptist Church building fund, 2501 Orleans St., Bellingham, WA 98226
Please sign the Book of Memories, light a candle and leave your condolences for the family at www.JernsFuneralChapel.net

Video Link of Elizabeth's life: video link

The remainder of the obituary was written by Sue several years prior to her death with permission to change times and dates fitting with the time of her death which she knew was inevitable.

Message from Sue:
I ask that EVERY parent and grandparent show this to their teens, even if they are perfect children. I was a perfect daughter, and my parents never knew I was using and drinking for at least the first five years (age 12 to 17), then only suspected it until the last ten years of my life when I couldn’t hide it any more.

Message to the teens: If you haven’t started - don’t. If you have, quit NOW. Your drinking/drug using friends are not really friends, they will steal from you, use you, and will do anything to get another “fix” - just like me. What starts out as fun for the first year or so, ends up to be a horrible, lonely life. During the last ten years, I never knew from one day to the next where I was going to be, I ate out of garbage cans, begged, and stole. I slept in bushes, doorways, abandoned vehicles, and nearly froze to death in the winter. Most of the time I was high or coming down, and much of that time, did not know what I was saying or doing - I could remember very little of what happened the night before. While using, I thought I was invincible and nothing could ever happen to me - after all, I was the “safest” user out there. I had a little girl who, because of my drinking and drugging was born with fetal alcohol syndrome and other very serious problems. I did not believe this, I believed she was perfect and only a little slow; and of course, it was not my fault - she will need specialized care for the rest of her life - again, not my fault, or so I thought.

You will become a thief and a liar, next you will lose your family, your “real” friends, and eventually your life. I started with Marijuana, and alcohol. It did not take very long for me to be so hooked on hard drugs that I could not have quit if I wanted to. Some of my closest “friends” overdosed and died; I did not quit. The light of my life, my daughter, was taken away - even then, I could not quit.
I entered the Methadone treatment and stopped using, but unfortunately my drinking habit kept on and I started using again. More recently I was admitted to the hospital because I was vomiting blood - my stomach was raw and the lining split because of crystal meth and alcohol. The doctors glued it together, and tried to get me to go to treatment - I said I would do it myself. I have quit now, but I am dead; don’t wait as long as I did, give your life another chance.  



Thursday, August 22, 2013

35 years for leaking secrets

35 years for leaking secrets. Yes, in the eyes of the U.S. Government and in accordance with the "Military Rules of Conduct", Army pfc. Bradley Manning, a junior intelligence analyst is guilty of a crime. A crime that could have been punishable with a sentence of 90 years in jail or the brig as the case may be.
Manning, was sentenced on Wednesday, August 21, 2013, for leaking a vast trove of military and diplomatic secrets to Wikileaks. Had Manning been a civilian employee of the government rather than a lowly Private First Class in the United states Army, would he have been treated differently?
My answer; most likely! As a civilian employee or contractor, his acts might have been more readily considered the act of a whistle-blower, rather be treated as a traitor to his country. Initially, Private Manning was treated badly in a Marine Corps brig in Quantico. Va. What was an army pfc. doing in a Marine Corps brig? Perhaps because Quantico is very close to the FBI operations center, not to mention the CIA headquarters. Coincidence? Not likely!
Whistle-blower status is not available to a member of the military establishment. When you enlist in any of the military services, regardless of the branch, your life is there’s until you are discharged. During your contracted term of service, you are there’s and are no longer guaranteed the rights of a civilian. Once you enlist you are under Military Justice for the duration of your term of enlistment. That is not to say that Military Justice is all bad; it's just totally different than justice in the Courts that are governed by the U. S. Constitution.
I am not suggesting that the sentence handed down to Manning wasn't a fair or just verdict. In the view of many, under the circumstances, the verdict could and has been considered linient. The judge in this matter, Army Colonel Denise Lind, did not explain or amplify on the reason for her ruling. With Good Behavior and time served, Manning could apply for parole in less than seven years. According to an article in the Morning Call (Thursday, August 22, 2013, by Richard A. Serrano of the Tribune Washington Bureau, Manning’s lawyer, David Coombs indicated that Manning appeared hopeful and actually ended up comforting his attorneys, who were in tears. He was quoted as saying; "Don't worry about it,'" "It's going to be OK; I'm going to be OK. I'm going to get through this.'"
Wow! How many of us could show such composure after having just been sentenced to 35 years behind bars?
Whether you believe that Manning should have been dealt with more harshly or whether you feel he has been unjustly accused and sentenced, we must understand that we are dealing with an idealistic young man. A, perhaps naive, young man who obviously felt strongly that the secrets that he divulged displayed actions by our government that, in his opinion, went against the grain of everything that he had been taught.
I picture a young idealistic man who grew up being taught right from wrong. A proud patriot and a man that believes that the red white and blue stand for God, justice, honesty and equality under the law. That is the way I was brought up in the deep South (born in central Mississippi, raised in Memphis, Tennessee), in the 1940's 50's.
I would not presume to put myself in Bradley Manning’s' position or circumstances but I enlisted in the Air Force at the ripe old age of 17 in November 1953. The Korean Armistice had been signed in July of that same year and the Cold War was the topic and the concern of the day. People were building bomb shelters as hysteria spread through-out the Nation.
After a period in Boot Camp at Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio, Texas I was transferred to Shepherd Field in Denver, Colorado where I was trained to be an 'Intelligence Specialist'. Then after a period of "Leave" I was sent to Elmendorf AF Base in Anchorage, Alaska. This was in the fall of 1954; Alaska was not yet a State but was still a Territory of the United States. After some additional training in intelligence activities, including hiking, camping and surviving in the wilderness, I was given a 'Secret' clearance by the U.S. Government. FBI agents visited my schools, talked to my parents neighbors, etc. to ascertain if I was dependable, trustworthy, and free of any subversive behaviors.
At one point in my Air Force career in Alaska I was granted a "Top Secret" clearance but only with respect to a single incident that occurred during my 21 month tour in Alaska. The "Top Secret" clearance was limited to this particular occasion and was further limited "On A Need To Know Basis". If I was ever exposed to any "Top Secret" data or information I did not recognize it as such.
Once I was awarded a "Secret" classification I was assigned to the remote Eskimo Village of Unalakleet on the western edge of Alaska on the coast of the Bering Sea. For those that were not paying attention in school geography lessons, the Bering sea separates Alaska from the Soviet Continent. Now mind you, I did not go to this remote village as Airman Second Class Everette Carr. No, I went in civilian clothes appropriate for the climate carrying U. S. Government identification that simply identified me as a representative of the United states Government.
In other words, I was an undercover agent of The U.S. Government that drew his pay from the U.S. Air Force and reported on a daily basis by radio to my superiors in Nome. Of course none of the villagers were fooled as to the reason for my presence in their village, but they played along and it worked for all of us. For me, it was one of the most memorable experiences of my life.
It was now late winter of 1955, and I was living in a one room shack in a village of about 600 hundred Eskimos. Counting the elementary school teachers and the Missionaries, I was one of perhaps six wife people in the village. At that time, as a Territory, Alaska's natives were living a subsistence existence. They hunted and fished for their food along with vegetable gardens that grew wondrous vegetables during the short summers filled with sun and daylight.
My job? Get to know the Native Americans; which meant hunting, fishing, trapping and going wherever they went. It was like having my own hunting and fishing camp with the government supplying the guns, the ammo, the fishing gear, etc. And all I had to do was go along to get along. That and file my daily radio reports and an occasional written report or guide.
Salmon fishing after mid-night on the Unalakleet River was something to experience. Some of the salmon were so large and feisty that once I got them in the shallows I had to shoot them with my sidearm to allow me to drag them onto dry land. These salmon that were returning from the ocean and going upstream to spawn weight upwards to 45 - 65 pounds each. The worst part, having to cover every exposed part of the body including wearing hats and mosquito nets to cover the face and neck. The mosquitoes were so big and nasty that if enough of them had tried they could have carried me off and devoured me.
All good things must end! Yes, after 7 months in heaven it came to an abrupt end. Congress decided not to continue to fund a program that had 14 Air Force Intelligent agents up and down the coast of Alaska including agents on St. Lawrence Island and on Little Diamede Island a scant half mile from Big Diamede which is across the International Date Line and in Russian territory.
Do not fear; I am not going to be the next Bradley Manning. I am not divulging any real secrets. The mission that I was a part of was declassified years and years ago. In fact, the hold thing is described in a post to my personal web site that can be found here:
http://www.blackguard-bewilder.net/intro.html/ As part of Everette’s experiences in Alaska, you can also find a link to the Mission and Reports of Operation—5004th Air Intel Service Squadron.
I spent the remaining months of my tour in Alaska in Fairbanks with the 5004th Air Intel Service Squadron training for the day when we would be called upon to rescue downed U.S. pilots that were disabled returning from a bombing mission over Russia. Additionally, we were trained to capture and interrogate downed Russian pilots and take photos of any new, previously unknown armament that their aircraft might have onboard.
Now comes the interesting part. The last 18 months of my 4 year commitment to the Air Force was spent in Wichita, Texas ( the A-Hole of the United States). Boring! It was a "Training Command Base"; the worst kind of assignment for a veteran enlisted man. The Air Force Intelligence School had been moved from Denver to Wichita! Damn!
The Air Force decided that it needed operational experienced field intelligence specialist as their instructors as opposed to recruiting recent graduated Intl students as instructors. A good sound, logical move; except none of the seasoned intel guys wanted any part of it. I tried being an instructor but teaching a 2 or 3 month course out of a book was just not for me. I opted instead for the Intelligence Library. Now talk about having access to classified documents. Every "Confidential" and "Secret" classified document ever created by the Air Force was stored in room after room filled with metal file cabinets. I had access to all of it. I could have been a guy like Manning; someone who divulged every single item stored within my reach. But this was 1957. Everything was in paper format; literally tons of it. Frankly, I was bored by it all.
An opportunity can along a little less than a year before my discharge from the Air Force. I was still stuck on a Training Command Base but I was offered a position in a department made up of all civilian personnel. I did not hesitate! My boss was a G-9 grade (sorta equivalent to a full bird Colonel) and the nicest guy you would ever want to meet. Most of the office was made up of young, local single women. Halleluiah! I made sure I did my job and did it well. Within a few months I was promoted to Staff Sergeant (four beautiful stripes). You can count on one hand the number of 4 year enlisted men that get four stripes with still 7 months to go on their first 4 year tour. From that point on my military career was a breeze! Man did those Texas women like to party!
I should have stayed in the service for a 20 year career. Hey, Staff Sergeant at age 21; I could have been a contender for Sergeant Major before retirement. But I had had enough of the military. I returned to Memphis, went to Memphis State U. got married, had two wonderful kids that grew up to be wonderful and outstanding people. They gave me four wonderful grand kids that are now all adults and not near as much fun as they used to be.
The point, I was once young, naive and had access to the nations secrets. But I didn’t have the technology available today. I did not have the means of transferring infinite numbers of highly sensitive data at the touch of a few key pad strokes. Who is to say what they would do if placed in pfc. Bradley Manning’s' position. Perhaps in his shoes I would have been compelled to do the same thing he did. Not! Not Ever! But I understand the temptation!