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"ALAS, ALACK, AH LACK A LASS!"
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Meet the "MORMONS"!

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NATIONAL DEBT:

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Saturday, April 19, 2014

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********* WARNING ! ! ! *********

These dangerously illegal and immoral subversive underground resistance messages are being surreptitiously monitored by the Beaming Internet Government Broadband Radio Oscillation Telecommunications Hearing Electronic Reconnaissance (i.e., "B.I.G. B.R.O.T.H.E.R.") as part of a coordinated official clandestine domestic surveillance investigation, in cooperation with the National Administration of Zealous Interrogation (i.e., "N.A.Z.I.") and the Commission On Message Monitoring Investigative Electronics (i.e., "C.O.M.M.I.E."). 

Serious felony criminal charges are pending, with extreme penalties yet to be determined!

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Please click on these links to learn:

"THE REASON FOR
THE NAME OF THIS WEB SITE"

             and/or to read

"MY FAVORITE SCRIPTURES"

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the inspiring TRUE (!) story of

"AN AMERICAN HEROINE" 
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"God bless us, every one." 
                     Charles Dickens (1812 - 1870) 


"Nationwide repeal of all firearms legislation, accompanied by a restoration of racial segregation, along with legalized implementation of Code Duello, would immediately resolve almost all contemporary social problems."
                     John Robert Mallernee
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"JOHNNY OPTIMISM"

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Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:

Oh, but the good doctor has done gone and did it AnotherGAIN ! ! !

Here is the hilarious "JOHNNY OPTIMISM" comic strip, created by Stilton Jarlsberg, M.D., for Friday 18 April 2014 - - - ,

For a larger view that's easier to read, 
please click on the comic strip
"What doesn't kill you, makes you stranger." 

OWWWWWWTCH ! ! !

Oh, what a bodacious zinger THAT was!

Is Dr. Jarlsberg REALLY going to get away with posting that one?

Do you see why this is one of my favorite comic strips?

The "JOHNNY OPTIMISM" comic strip, which is drawn by Stilton Jarlsberg, M.D., appears on the computer Internet each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

Please be sure and visit the "JOHNNY OPTIMISM" web site in order to enjoy reading the assorted amusing comments posted by fans and/or detractors.

Thank you.

1800 Beach Drive, Unit 311 

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WORLD CONFERENCE OF THE MORMON CHURCH

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Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:

For the best effect, please be sure and watch, in "FULL SCREEN" mode, this official video recording of the complete twelve (12) hour long One Hundred and Eighty-Fourth (184th) Annual General Conference of The Church of JESUS CHRIST of Latter-day Saints (i.e., the "Mormon" church), held at the Conference Center in Salt Lake City, Utah on Saturday 29 March 2014, Saturday 05 April 2014, and Sunday 06 April 2014.


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For the best effect, please be sure and watch, in "FULL SCREEN" mode, this forty-seven (47) minute long official video recording of the April 2014 edition of "THE WORLD REPORT", presented by The Church of JESUS CHRIST of Latter-day Saints (i.e., the "Mormon" church). 


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And also from your "Mormon" friends in The Church of JESUS CHRIST of Latter-day Saints, here is a video recording of the half-hour long movie, "FINDING FAITH IN CHRIST", which, for the best effect, you'll probably want to watch in "FULL SCREEN" mode. 



Additional full length motion picture productions produced by The Church of JESUS CHRIST of Latter-day Saints can be viewed at the Mormon Channel web site.
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Please click on the LINK to read:
 THE BOOK OF MORMON
Thank you.

1800 Beach Drive, Unit 311 
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SURVIVING MY HEART ATTACK

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Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:

In the Autumn of 2013, those of us residing at the Armed Forces Retirement Home in Gulfport, Mississippi who are not career military retirees, were officially declared Department of Defense designees, authorizing us to now receive medical treatment from the 81st Medical Group at Keesler Air Force Base, an option that offers a much superior alternative to the Gulf Coast Veterans Health Care System in Biloxi, Mississippi.

Did you know that, statistically, in over half of all heart attacks, the ONLY symptom is sudden death?

To complicate things further, heart attack symptoms vary for each individual.

One very common symptom in virtually ALL heart attacks is - - - "DENIAL"!

The person suffering the heart attack delays seeking emergency response because they don't want to accept the awful truth that they are in the process of dying right NOW, this very minute!

I wanted to play Santa Claus on Christmas Eve.

A conventional Santa Claus suit is individually customized and VERY expensive, and therefore, on my limited fixed income, there's no possibility that I'll ever be able to purchase one.

At around midnight on Christmas Eve, while everyone else was tucked up in their bedrooms fast asleep with visions of sugarplums dancing through their heads, I planned to don my red hoodie, girded by my Clan Henderson Scottish military belt, with a strip of jingle bells tucked in, and with my wings and military ribbon rack mounted on the left breast of my red hoodie, together with red sweat pants tucked into my black suede leather moccasin boots, all topped off with my Santa Claus cap.

You see, there is a REASON that God gave whiskers to men like me!

A few days earlier, even though I had very little money, I'd gone downstairs to the Navy Exchange mini-market located on the Main Floor of our Armed Forces Retirement Home, where I purchased five (05) gift wrapped boxes of assorted chocolates, two (02) tins of Christmas cookies, and six (06) very large Hershey's Kisses chocolate Christmas candies, which were the gifts I planned to stealthily and secretly distribute to - - - WHO?

This is what I had successfully done the previous year, and nobody caught me, or knew it was me, so I wanted to do it again for Christmas of 2013.

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Well, around 2300 Hours, plus 30 Minutes on Christmas Eve of 2013, I woke up from my brief nap, and sat on the edge of my bunk.

My head began woozily swimming, and I felt a sensation of something within my body suddenly falling from my brain to the soles of my feet.

What the heck was that sensation?

Immediately, I knew I was in big trouble, and wouldn't be able to play Santa Claus.

So, I laid back down to continue my nap.

That's when the really bad toothache began deep within the gums and jaw on the right side of my face.

Once again, I sat up on the edge of my bunk, and rummaged through the drawer of the nightstand, searching for toothache medicine.

At some point, my chest began hurting, and I thought it might be heartburn.

So, after walking around in my quarters for several minutes, hoping this suspected mere heartburn symptom would ease off and go away, I laid back down on my bunk, and then felt the pain in my back, located at the same height as the pain in my chest.

One way to tell if it's merely heartburn or a heart attack is the length of time that the chest pain lasts.

If the pain lasts longer than a few minutes, call the ambulance, lest someone else should have to contact the police, the coroner, and the funeral home.

Remember, "DENIAL", is the most common symptom in ALL heart attacks!

Well, I pulled on my clothes and slippers, and rather than going downstairs to our medical clinic, I pulled the emergency cord located by my bunk.

Then, while sitting on the sofa awaiting their response, I touched my forehead with my hand, and felt the sweaty clamminess, which, when combined with the other symptoms, was the sure giveaway that THIS was the real thing!

The night nurses came to my room and, while examining me, called for an ambulance.

While waiting for the American Medical Response ambulance to arrive, they gave me two (02) aspirins.

Folks, if you've ever seen that television commercial for Bayer Aspirin, which recommends taking aspirin at the first sign of a heart attack - - - ,

Well, it is the absolute gospel TRUTH ! ! !



Taking that aspirin made all the difference, for by the time the American Medical Response ambulance crew arrived, the pain began slightly easing, and when we reached the Emergency Room of the 81st Medical Group at Keesler Air Force Base, the pain had completely disappeared.

So, instead of being admitted to the Intensive Care Unit, they put me in a room of the Medical Nursing Unit on the Third Floor, while they drew blood samples and interviewed me.

When they learned the results of the blood tests, they had the indisputable proof that I indeed had suffered a heart attack, resulting in serious damage to the heart.

Thus, I was immediately transferred downstairs to the Intensive Care Unit.

While lying there, I had visitors, Brother Jerry Guynn and Brother Bill Sowers, my assigned Home Teachers from the Gulfport Ward of The Church of JESUS CHRIST of Latter-day Saints (i.e., the "Mormon" church).

Brother Sowers annointed my head with consecrated oil, and with their hands upon my head, Brother Guynn pronounced a Priesthood blessing.

The following day, which was the day after Christmas, I was wheeled into the Cardiac Catheterization Room.

The gal who was about to begin the procedure warned that it would feel like a wasp stung me, and that sensation would last about twenty (20) seconds.

However, I felt NO pain or discomfort at all.

During the cardiac catheterization procedure, the patient is required to be awake, in order to answer questions.

But, the sedative drug that is being administered intravenously, has a side effect of erasing all memory of what's going on.

A little while ago, one of the guys told me it is the very same chemical that's better known as the notoriously illegal "Date Rape Drug".

So, the only thing I remember is the very beginning of the cardiac catheterization process, which went perfectly, as four (04) drug eluting stents were implanted in the arteries surrounding my heart.

Unfortunately, what happened after I was returned to Intensive Care WAS a nightmare!

For some reason, they couldn't get the bleeding to stop at the point of my groin where the catheter had been inserted.

So, as they continually tried everything they could think of, I was forced to lie on my back, absolutely still, and therefore unable to relax and get any sleep, as they tried femoral tourniquet after femoral tourniquet, and even bandaging with a sandbag weight.

Nothing seemed to work, and everybody was worried.

Then came the worst of all, when they decided to take turns putting direct pressure on the wound, pressing down hard with two (02) fingers.

Oh, what unbearable pain I then had to endure!

It went on all afternoon, all night long, and on into the next morning.

Finally, they found the solution, which was to administer injections of two (02) drugs, Lidocaine and Epinephrine, at the wound site, and then place an occlusive bandage on it.

Oooooh, what a relief!

They gave me Percocet tablets for pain, and Melatonin to help me sleep, and then transferred me to the Surgical Nursing Unit on the Fourth Floor.

The private room was really great, for it had a large screen television and a beautiful view of the Back Bay in Biloxi, Mississippi.

For a while, I had to have lots of help doing anything, because I was so dizzy and faint, due to hypotension.

But, Saturday 28 December 2013, only FOUR (04) DAYS after my heart attack, was the big day, for I was able to return to my comfortably furnished private quarters here on the Seventh Floor of the Armed Forces Retirement Home in Gulfport, Mississippi.

I consider this event a real blessing, for now that I know what MY heart attack symptoms are, my chances of surviving any future subsequent heart attacks are greatly increased.

The very BEST feature of being hospitalized at the 81st Medical Group on Keesler Air Force Base was being surrounded and attended to by all those lovely young girls!

All that eye candy is a lonely old geezer's fantasy!

Probably due to the mandated constraints imposed by "political correctness", it appears that females now far outnumber males in the United States Air Force, as it is certainly the rather obvious case in the 81st Medical Group hospital.

But, so what?

I was plumb HAPPY ! ! !

Girls! Girls! GIRLS ! ! !

And each and every one of them young and, oh, so pretty, pretty, pretty!

All in all, based entirely on my own personal experience and observation, hospitalization and/or medical care at the 81st Medical Group on Keesler Air Force Base is undoubtedly far, FAR superior to what I've encountered at the Gulf Coast Veterans Health Care System in Biloxi, Mississippi.

I've heard the same opinion expressed by other military veterans and/or fellow residents here at the Armed Forces Retirement Home in Gulfport, Mississippi.

Thank you.

1800 Beach Drive, Unit 311 

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MY STEPMOTHER, ALMA CAPPS MALLERNEE ! ! !

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WOMEN IN ARMY IN 1940S HAD UNFORGETTABLE EXPERIENCE

By Chick Jacobs

Staff writer for the FAYETTEVILLE OBSERVER newspaper in Fayetteville, North Carolina
 
Evelyn Long holds a photo taken when she served in the Women's Army Auxiliary Corps during World War II.
 
Alma Mallernee looks over discharge papers from when she served in the Women's Army Corps during World War II.

She was No. 104.

She was one of the first women to hustle down to the local Army recruiting center and sign up to serve.

Was Alma Capps Mallernee really that big a patriot? Mallernee, now a bright-eyed 93, laughs at the notion.

"A patriot? No! For me, it was a chance to get out of Rockfish. I jumped at it!"

Mallernee and her friend Evelyn Sutton Long were among the first of what became more than 150,000 women in the Women's Army Auxiliary Corps.

"People remember the WACs (Women's Army Corps)," said Long, a native of Mount Olive. "But the WAAC is sort of forgotten."

A lot of that time is forgotten, even by those who served. But from mid-1942 until July 4, 1944, tens of thousands of women served in the Armed Forces, in effect freeing manpower for the fight overseas.

"I'm not sure the guys were all that happy to be 'freed up,' " Mallernee said, laughing. "We were taking some jobs that would never see any shooting. But remember, back then, that it was unthinkable for a woman to be in the Army at all."

For Mallernee, then Alma Capps, it was all an adventure. Raised in Rockfish, she wanted to see more of the world.

She ended up seeing Des Moines, Iowa, and Orlando, Fla. - with a month-long stay behind barbed wire at Camp Polk in the swamps of Louisiana.

"I'm glad I was young for that kind of thing," she said. "We finished our training in Des Moines, but they didn't have anywhere to put us. So they had what must have been a prison-of-war camp ready, and they housed us there."

There the women were introduced to rigors of Army life: inspections, lights out, rising at reveille and a lot of hurrying up to wait. Any weekend pass limited travel to 100 miles - not that there was anything to see in that radius.

"I think that was a rude awakening to a lot of the women," Mallernee said. "We figured they would train us and then we'd go home and do what we were already doing. A month behind barbed wire taught us differently."

Eventually, she was reassigned to "scope duty" in Florida - watching boards that traced flights of every plane coming into the country. The Aircraft Warning Service was the first active duty area to use trained WAAC recruits, eventually handling 27 companies of women along the East Coast.

"We never did see an enemy plane, but no one knew what could have happened," she said.

Long ended up in Florida as well, working with the corps finance office.

"It was like a civilian job, except we were required to wear our uniform at all times," she said. "We had to get special permission to change into civilian clothes. One of the girls in my group was getting married and it took a lot of paperwork for her to get to wear a wedding dress."

The first year of the WAACs was a time of transition, both for the women and the Armed Forces. While some branches, particularly the fledgling Army Air Corps, were eager to find jobs for WAACs, the idea of women in slacks, much less in military service, was troubling to many.

"We'd have been happy to wear civvies," Mallernee said. "But rules were rules."

A year later, when the WAAC became the Women's Army Corps, pay and benefits improved. So did the chances of serving overseas, and nearly a quarter of the women in the WAAC opted to leave.

Neither Long nor Mallernee left Florida during the war, however. And as the war came to an end, they both returned to North Carolina.

"I might have considered the service as a career, but really nobody talked to me about it," Long said. "I think they were trying to figure out what to do with everyone when the war ended."

Long became a civilian employee at Fort Bragg, where she met a soldier from Ohio named Gene. They married in 1951.

Mallernee came home to take care of ailing relatives. But she couldn't stay put. She earned a college degree at UNC-Greensboro, eventually meeting her husband, William.

"We married in 1962," she said. "I like to say I married a whole family, down to kids and grandkids, all at once."

Both have been widowed for several years, and each year a few more of their fellow WAAC veterans move on. "I have no idea how many are left," Long said. "Not too many I'm sure."

For the most part, the memories are entrusted to photos, medals and a few women who were eager to see the world.

"Would I do it again?" Mallernee mused. "Sure. I never saw a Nazi, but I met a lot of great people from all over the country."

The medals in the display case on the left are
ALMA CAPPS MALLERNEE's military awards.
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FAYETTEVILLE OBSERVER Reader Comments:

AWED!

Visited a few years ago with a woman who went to the S Pacific and stationed on an island en route to our retaking the Philippines. When the air raid sirens sounded they had to leave their work site or tent and get into sandbagged trenches. Pretty heady stuff for an 18 -- 20 year old girls, then or now. She told me that instead of wearing their steel helmets they sat on them -- as the ditches usually had several inches of muddy water in them.

Cathy Palmer

I am a stepdaughter of Alma Capps Mallernee, and I had no idea of her military background. I knew she was associated with the military, but I did not know any details. Thank you for printing this article.

I would like to make a correction, however. Alma married my dad in 1980, shortly after I married, not in 1962 as stated in the article.

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MEMORIES OF ISRAEL

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Shalom Aleichem to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:


For the best effect, please be sure and enjoy watching, in "FULL SCREEN" mode, the slide shows and the series of video recordings that I've provided in this message.



Oh, this is beautiful!

It evokes such pleasant memories of when I visited the land of Israel in August of 1971, while on a special thirty (30) day leave as a young trooper serving in the old Republic of Viet Nam with the 101st Airborne Division "Screaming Eagles" of my beloved United States Army, one of the most inspiring moments of my life.

AAAAAND - - - ,

I'm very pleased to point out that Israel ALSO has a "101st Airborne" unit!

They are the 101st Airborne Battalion "Cobras".

Nifty, huh?





Please note that upon graduation from their Basic Combat Training, each of the new Israeli soldiers is issued two (02) sacred and very special items - - - , an assault rifle and a Bible.



Oh, if ONLY we would do the same thing in our own United States Army!

Yes, upon successful completion of their Basic Combat Training, just as they do in the modern State of Israel today, each and every one of our new soldiers in our United States Army should be issued a Holy Bible and an assault rifle - - - , with the issued assault rifle to remain in his personal possession and carried with him, fully loaded, at all times and in all places.

If a common, ordinary soldier can not be trusted with that responsibility, then he shouldn't be in the United States Army, should he?

As it now stands, in the eyes of our Almighty God, we Americans, as a people and as a nation, surely are condemned by our own hand, because of contemporary social acceptance and enthusiastic promotion of abortion, infanticide, homosexuality, paedophilia, euthanasia, adultery, and outright rejection of the Bible and of Jesus, who is the Christ.

During my tour of Israel, I stayed at the Park Hotel in Tel Aviv, and was the only Christian on Jewish guided tours.



Ah, but the miraculous modern land of Israel really is a combination of the Bible - - - ,

and Hollywood ! ! !
 


If you ever get the chance, do go visit the land of Israel, and see for yourself how wonderfully inspirational it is!

"There, I was - - - ,"

Todah Rabah.

John Robert Mallernee 
1800 Beach Drive, Unit 311 
Gulfport, Mississippi  39507
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AAAAAND now - - - , 

Boy, oh boy, oh boy, it's time to watch a movie!

For a larger view that's easier to read,
please click on the movie poster.
For the best effect, please be sure and watch, in "FULL SCREEN" mode, this video recording of the 1966 Hollywood epic, "CAST A GIANT SHADOW", brought to you, FREE, with limited commercial interruptions, through the magnanimous generosity of the HULU web site. 



"CAST A GIANT SHADOW" is the true story of Colonel David Daniel "Mickey" Marcus, United States Army, who became the very first commanding general of Zahal, the modern army of the newly created State of Israel.

DAVID DANIEL "MICKEY" MARCUS 
(1902 - 1948)
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Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. 

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So, pop some corn, grill some hot dogs, send out for some pizza, pour some ice cold root beer, gather 'round your young'uns, snuggle up on the big comfy couch, dim the lights, and - - - ,

"ROLL 'EM ! ! !"

Pass the popcorn, please.

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