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         My journey through life sees the father angry because of a trans male on his daughter’s basketball team, the Christian angry because his religion is mocked, the parent angry disapproving what is being taught to his child with no notification, the woman seeing abortion as the equivalent to murder of a child on the playground. Angry she is.

          My journey sees the woman felt violated by being told her body is not her body, the outsider felt put down because of the color of his skin, the worker looked down upon as being intellectually inferior by the DC/NPR liberal elite, the woman in West Virginia told she is stupid because of where she lives, the American whose personal security is being invaded by people seeking to upend this security, the prisoner. 

         Right there are the old sacrificing much in life now barely surviving, living in loneliness, the father and mother suffering discomfort from family issues from a life of bad decisions, the convenience store worker whose boss treats his as a thing, not the producer he truly is, the citizen mad as Hell at the politicians for seeing them as a thing to be manipulated for an agenda hidden from them, 

          And you with me crying out for the answer to the ultimate question. Where do I go from here?

         These are the people I have met. Met them all, I did. These are the people traveling through life just as I am doing. 

          No different are they than the people of the Canterbury Tales, or the people of the John Wayne classic, Stagecoach. 

         A people who are diverse to the extreme, representing all walks of life, all occupations, all religions, all races, all from the alcoholic to the preacher, to the law abiding to the non-law abiding, the honest to the dishonest, the rich to the poor to the prisoner. The United States represents 5% of the world population but has 20% of the imprisoned.

           All these people are like the tree appearing with full leaves in July but baren in February. The tree is the same tree but of two essences. 

         These people diverse in many ways, good and bad, are still at the end of each day people. Their lives are different, at odds with each other, but sharing the belief and fear their way of life is in jeopardy because of powerlessness, economically and politically, to ensure their way of life is protected.  

          With this loss of power, division sets in, and a people divided are easily manipulated. 

         Here in Baltimore, I tell you the story of a woman named Patirica Johnson, a woman owning her home in Baltimore City fighting to keep her home from falling to the vultures of the legal profession, the lawyers, the money grabbers, the people having no allegiance to America. 

         Ms. Johnson bought her home in Baltimore from the proceeds of her son’s accident case. Never was she to move again. She owned her home. She had a day care business in her home to pay the bills.

         With the Pandemic, her day care business shut down. Electricity needed to be maintained. Food needed to be purchased. The taxes to the City of Baltimore fell behind. 

           A group of investors purchased the Baltimore City tax lien on her dream, her life, and foreclosed giving her a chance to save her home by paying $16,000.00 on a bill once far smaller.

            Interest needed to be paid. Lawyers charging outrageous fees and expenses needed to be paid.

         If she failed to pay her house would become their house including the equity in the home. The amount over and above the amount of $16,000.00 will become the money of the investors and their lawyers.

         Ms. Johnson represents America. People working their entire lives to survive losing all to forces beyond their control. America is to be a country where one is free to grow according to one’s merit. But the deal is not fair. The deal is not square. The deal is not new. 

         It is the same old deal originating in the Old Country brought to America.

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         My journey through life sees the father angry because of a trans male on his daughter’s basketball team, the Christian angry because his religion is mocked, the parent angry disapproving what is being taught to his child with no notification, the woman seeing abortion as the equivalent to murder of a child on the playground. Angry she is.

          My journey sees the woman felt violated by being told her body is not her body, the outsider felt put down because of the color of his skin, the worker looked down upon as being intellectually inferior by the DC/NPR liberal elite, the woman in West Virginia told she is stupid because of where she lives, the American whose personal security is being invaded by people seeking to upend this security, the prisoner. 

         Right there are the old sacrificing much in life now barely surviving, living in loneliness, the father and mother suffering discomfort from family issues from a life of bad decisions, the convenience store worker whose boss treats his as a thing, not the producer he truly is, the citizen mad as Hell at the politicians for seeing them as a thing to be manipulated for an agenda hidden from them, 

          And you with me crying out for the answer to the ultimate question. Where do I go from here?

         These are the people I have met. Met them all, I did. These are the people traveling through life just as I am doing. 

          No different are they than the people of the Canterbury Tales, or the people of the John Wayne classic, Stagecoach. 

         A people who are diverse to the extreme, representing all walks of life, all occupations, all religions, all races, all from the alcoholic to the preacher, to the law abiding to the non-law abiding, the honest to the dishonest, the rich to the poor to the prisoner. The United States represents 5% of the world population but has 20% of the imprisoned.

           All these people are like the tree appearing with full leaves in July but baren in February. The tree is the same tree but of two essences. 

         These people diverse in many ways, good and bad, are still at the end of each day people. Their lives are different, at odds with each other, but sharing the belief and fear their way of life is in jeopardy because of powerlessness, economically and politically, to ensure their way of life is protected.  

          With this loss of power, division sets in, and a people divided are easily manipulated. 

         Here in Baltimore, I tell you the story of a woman named Patirica Johnson, a woman owning her home in Baltimore City fighting to keep her home from falling to the vultures of the legal profession, the lawyers, the money grabbers, the people having no allegiance to America. 

         Ms. Johnson bought her home in Baltimore from the proceeds of her son’s accident case. Never was she to move again. She owned her home. She had a day care business in her home to pay the bills.

         With the Pandemic, her day care business shut down. Electricity needed to be maintained. Food needed to be purchased. The taxes to the City of Baltimore fell behind. 

           A group of investors purchased the Baltimore City tax lien on her dream, her life, and foreclosed giving her a chance to save her home by paying $16,000.00 on a bill once far smaller.

            Interest needed to be paid. Lawyers charging outrageous fees and expenses needed to be paid.

         If she failed to pay her house would become their house including the equity in the home. The amount over and above the amount of $16,000.00 will become the money of the investors and their lawyers.

         Ms. Johnson represents America. People working their entire lives to survive losing all to forces beyond their control. America is to be a country where one is free to grow according to one’s merit. But the deal is not fair. The deal is not square. The deal is not new. 

         It is the same old deal originating in the Old Country brought to America.

Bookstore     www.primedirectivespublishing.com 

Click here for reading

Write to me at primedirectives111@gmail.com