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There is a Florida Keys county commissioners George Neugent and David Rice come out of the closet post today at goodmorningkeysest.com. Meanwhile …
Bill Laney, author of Homeless Isn’t Hopless, replied to yesterday’s homeless ain’t hopeless, but it’s pretty darn close – Key West and beyond post, which features and explains how to get Bill’s book:
Hi Sloan, Your readership certainly does get two sides to a story. The first question that comes to mind is when do you sleep? You had to put a lot of hours into this well-produced double-header. Hopefully, the additional exposure will translate into donations for FKOC. Thanks! –Bill
I wrote back:
Hi, Bill -
I let people say what’s on their minds, verbatim, in my posts, if what they say is on a topic I am moved to engage by the angels who run me ragged. I toss in my thoughts, also, and other people’s thoughts on same topic, if I have such. That way, there is no quoting out of context, twisting something to mean something it did not mean. The readers see it all, make up their own minds.
Although I personally feel George W. Bush and his gang should be tired and put away for mass murder, treason and war crimes, I ain’t enamored with Barack Hussein Obama either. I was told in my sleep after he beat out Hillary Clinton for the Democratic nomination in 2008 that Barack Obama had the potential to be the Anti-Christ. I was told that by the angels who run me. I know them as Jesus, Archangel Michael and Melchizedek/Magdalene.
When Obama accepted the Nobel Peace Prize, while he pursued G. W. Bush’s two atrocious wars, I felt a great disturbance in my soul and in the “Force”. I then went a month with almost no bowel movements. Only when a violent poem condemning Obama erupted out of me, did my bowel start moving. Once after that, he came to me in a dream about something, I don’t remember what now, and asked me my perspective, which I gave to him.
Looks to me that USA is headed to hell as the result of heaps of awful karma accumulated over time, dating back to a nation founded and allowing slavery. I was told by the angels that Hurricane Sandy smacking NY City and surrounding was part of USA’s karma for the way it reacted to 911, and I was told the Sandy Hook School massacre was part of USA’s karma for the drone attacks overseas.
All of that, and a lot more, I published, along with local intrigue, and personal intrigue. I publish what the angels give me to publish, and it’s always different from what I see published or said elsewhere.
I told the Key West City commission many times that there is nothing it can do to change chronically homeless people, that only God can change them. The view of the soup kitchen on Flagler, started by Dorothy Sherman, a living saint by the time she passed over, is “It’s our job to feed homeless people, it’s God’s job to change them.”
Dorothy and her husband, George, I came to know and love. I wept buckets at Dorothy’s wake at St. Mary Star of the Sea, Valentine’s Day 2004.
My homeless ministry was different from Dorothy’s, from Father Steve’s, from Pastor Ernie’s, from Pastor Omar’s, from everyone else’s. Although sometimes my ministry focused on one on one encounters with homeless people, and I was not soft on them, mostly it focused on my encounters with churches and non-profit agencies trying to serve homeless people, and local governments/officials and private citizens prejudiced against homeless people.
I always seem to be the wild card in any situation the angels put me. That’s what they trained me to be, although my history for years before they showed themselves and grabbed me was pretty wild- cardish.
Michael Stoops used to receive copies of my daily ravings, I met him a time or two when he was in Key West, briefly, but he wrote to me asking to be taken off my bulk hit list, because he had more to read than he could get to.
Two different people remarked to me today that the didn’t see how I am able to write so much. The angels give me stuff to write into, about, and it keeps me writing. Now it’s become like breathing, eating, going to the bathroom. It’s part of my rhythm. And the Internet and websites give it a freedom publishers and newspapers did not.
You probably experience that writing for Huffington Post, but you still have people to deal with, and I only have angels to deal with about what I write.
On another Key West popular front, this letter to the editor in The Key West Citizen today. I added the clarifying pics and cryptic comments.
Cruise ships contribute to Key West’s energy
I can attest to a most delightful time in Key West, especially taking in the spectacular sunsets on Mallory Square every time I’ve visited — usually and frequently by car, as I am from Naples, Fla. In my opinion, it is the sight of the cruise ships that ultimately contributes to the energy and social aliveness throughout this historically charming area.
I last visited Key West while on a cruise this past April 2012 on Royal Caribbean’s Majesty of the Seas. My sister and I toured the area and quenched our thirst in several establishments, shopped on Duval Street as well as the Landing in the short time span we had before returning to our ship.
Being quite familiar with the location, I planned to purchase something special for the cruise ship’s formal night, and was not disappointed in the selections offered. I was given friendly and immediate attention in all cases — no waiting for dressing rooms or cashiers, bar stools or menus.
Souvenirs are a must!
My next trip to Key West via the cruise ships will be next April, as my sister and I have now started an exciting, new yearly tradition. Additionally, I will continue to enjoy the Key West atmosphere staying once again as a guest at the Duval House this upcoming midsummer for the annual lobster dive fest in August.
Grazebrook’s letter to the editor reminded me of a similar letter to the editor in The Key West Citizen yesterday, leading me to wonder (not really) if both letters were plants, generated by the cruise ship industry and/or certain elected and hired city officials and/or certain Key West business owners on or near Duval Street, and/or certain conch train and trolley owners, etc., and/or the Key West Chamber of Commerce, all of whom want Key West not only to keep receiving crusie ships, but to widen the channel so it can receive much bigger cruise ships.
Cruise stop in Key West was peaceful, relaxing
I visited Key West many times by different ways of travel. Recently, my sister and I sailed on the Royal Caribbean Majesty of the Seas in May of 2012.
As we sailed into Key West Harbor very early in the morning, we noticed how peaceful it was. It was so nice to walk off the ship and onto the pier. We had a choice to walk around the pier or take a taxi into town. Also, there were postings of “specials” and “events of the day” from the local merchants.
We noticed people sitting on the pier having a bite to eat, while enjoying the view and warm sun. There were shops to the left, so we started our visit there. The merchants were friendly and helpful. We purchased something in every store. Later we took a taxi into town, where we managed to walk around and not get lost. Having many choices of restaurants gave us more time to enjoy our visit rather than waiting in lines to be seated.
Our visit in Key West was very relaxing. Being able to walk around casually and knowing you are safe makes you want to return.
The poem which burst out of me onto the soul drawing, which flowed out of me for the Lobster book in the Hidden in Plain View homeless art, poetry and music exhibition last fall at Studios of Key West, which marvelous exhibition Erika Biddle put together with a lot of blood, sweat and tears, and I imagine copius cussing a times, said, “The road to hell is paved with good intentions, but there are far worse things than being homeless.” More of that pleasant theme is visible at goodmorningfloridakeys.com today, link provided at the lead into this happy meal.