A few nice christian jobs online images I found:
Boycott Financial Donations to Salvation Army Harbor House. They’re covering up some shit….
Image by Whistleblower 2010/Prodigious Fugitive Savant
Jimi Hendrix-All Along The Watchtower www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLV4_xaYynY Ernest W. McFarland I never had a life before war. I had to fight for my prodigious savant life straight out of the womb… And I continue the fight for the rights of women, children, homeless, disabled, autistic, and victims rights while staying at the Salvation Army in Columbia, MO. Their Director stated this morning, while I was online with my attorney, that I was not to protect myself against sexually offensive behavior because "we have to protect them, too". Let her deny it. I’ll sign a consent for my attorney to email me that audio file and I’ll post it for the world to hear her threaten my bed, state that her staff wrote in my file that I told the staff that I was there to investigate sexual predators, which is so false, and thus libelous on the part of the Salvation Army. I wouldn’t blow my cover so stupidly. I do get evidence on them, and anyone else doing stupid shit! Everyone does! Witnessing, or being the victim, is used as ‘states evidence’. i.e. "So-n-so turned states evidence…" Then, she took all of my bait hook line and sinker as I then began my own interview…. She confessed, denied, then made excuses for not letting me, as an autistic savant, address the issues that she presented in such a threatening manner that Brenda Stanek actually got up out of her chair, came around from behind her desk and stood in my face with threatening gestures when I advised her that the statement in my file was false, and that it was libelous. Libel is when you state something false in writing. "No. I did not tell you to stop." I kept reminding her exactly how she had using my memory, "well, I don’t need you to tell me the law" which had she shut her trout, and let me finish addressing her threats, she might have LET ME NICELY, AND APPROPRIATELY STATE MY GRIEVANCES. INSTEAD SHE REFUSED WITH PHYSICALLY THREATENING ACTIONS BY COMING FROM AROUND HER DESK TO A KNOWING AUTISTIC FEMALE. I mean… This is a proud moment for myself, and my attorney. I got a SALVATION ARMY by the short hairs. The Director, at that. I’m quite proud to state that our attorney/client work product would authenticate all allegations against Director Brenda Stanek. I’ll discuss it with counsel, and see about uploading it right here for the citizens to here for themselves. An autistic victim of sexual battery at the Salvation Army, and witness to predatory behavior by 2 men, and myself being threatened with loosing my bed, then having this director get up and come around her desk in an even more threatening manner for stating as much. She demanded the names of the victims. I told her I would not divulge this info so she could threaten them the way she threatened me. I’ve put enough info out there that she can figure it out and protect them, or retaliate against them. Whether I loose my bed or not I stay right here, in Columbia, to see this through. The weathers great. Which, actually, the Handbook states that if their shelter becomes unsafe, let them know and they will provide a safe place.
I’ve fought bigger, meaner, uglier organized criminals than these punks on the Salvation Arm’s staff, and the 3 nasty punks they have in male beds there. Birds of a feather flock together. All of my life. Which is probably why I am so fascinated with war, hero, and movies that are about fighting for your life. Any of the proverbial ‘David and Goliath’ themes, actually. ‘The Life of David Gale’, The Accused, Good Will Hunting, A Beautiful Mind, The Color Purple, Charlie Wilson’s War, Erin Brockovich, A Class Action, Apocalypse Now, Full Metal Jacket, Thin Red Line, The Rocky flics… Anything about personal triumph, even if you are on a team, because if you’re not at your best then everyone looses. That’s why I may never forgive the Florida States Attorney’s office… They misjudged a teammate and got a teen boy, Matthew Nestle, murdered by Scott Rozear Mason.
My lifelong question was always why??? Why would parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, teachers, C.P.S. investigators, and ‘duh po-leece’ let it keep happening to any child ( or adult ), especially one that they KNEW was handicapped in some way and/or outstandingly bright? Why did I have to hide my autism, play stupid, get raped as a toddler, repeatedly molested by my father, beaten and trafficked by my mother, trained to hide all of that not only by them, but my aunts and uncles on both sides. I recently went to Marshall, MO to find out. I got one interview. It was all about their ‘reputation’, and they are still pissed that I told. "That was some ordeal for us…" Are they fucking kidding me? I’m referring to Hazel Moore of Slater MO. She’s married to Navy Vet David Moore- my fathers younger brother. She’s always been a bitch. David’s oldest daughter, Tracey Moore, used to hate having to have anything to do with him because of her. What I want to know is what exactly Tracey told her mother and was all of a sudden not allowed to be in our house when we were very young. like less than 8 years old. I remember one weekend when she spent the night with me out on double YY. The little red farm house. Dad made us touch each other, and him. Did she tell her Mom the truth, or did she tell them something else. My relationship with Tracey was very turbulent, after that. She hated me, but I still thought that she was just the greatest. And, No! that’s not why I’m gay. I chose my sexuality, and then I’m so picky I… never mind. Anyway, so she then seemed to believe that I was her enemy. I didn’t know that what happened that night was hurtful to her. I know now. I had just grown so used to it, by then. She was always making up completely false tattle-tell type crap up to see me punished, crying, and bewildered as to why she’d do that. I loved her. Maybe Dad got me to seduce her into it… I remember many times I’d go to the bathroom, or get up and my panties would be on the floor, or just gone. She, and I, struggled with eating disorders for years. I haven’t seen her in decades. Then there’s my Aunt Sandy who did indeed have a gambling problem as I define it. No matter what her son, John Michael Ezell tries to say. I remember she used to knowingly write bad checks and have grandma Moore cover them. Year after year. More than I can count. She has an autistic son whom her ex husband David Morton beat repeatedly. Once with a toilet seat. And it wasn’t just Dad’s family, I have an Aunt Mary Green (daughter-in-law of Munchausen mother Willie Gray Doyle)who’s a nurse here in Columbia MO. She’s married to Bob Green, Willie Grays severely alcoholic son who relies on Mary for his housing, booze, and whatever else… I talked to her when she called after she had won the nursing award in October? of last year. I told her the short version of the work I’d recently done in Florida, but I remember I was struggling with her nauseatingly ‘sweet’ voice. I told her I wanted to be a C.P.S. investigator. She said, and this is verbatim "If anyone would know anything about abuse it would be you…" I was confused because Mom’s behavior hadn’t escalated to a point that triggered memories, yet. Then, today, after I posted the short version of this, I was walking to the library and passed Hickman Mills High. I had always wanted to go there because Bob always bragged about it having been one of the top ten high schools in the country. They had offered to let me live with them so I could go, but backed out. Again, this is verbatim, Mary told me in 1985, or 86, "We want you to come here because you want to be in this school, not because of the things going on in your house with your parents…" Again, are you fucking kidding me? Everyone knew. They kept telling me that they weren’t going to be aunt’s, and uncles, because I asked for help!!!! I’m getting sick at my god damned stomach. And here’s the REALLY fucked up part. These two fucked up families are not unusual. My story is not unique. How I dealt with, and deal with it is. I finished my first manuscript at age 17. I told too many secrets so my mother burned it. just like my father did her college application paperwork, which she got more and went anyway… he was one hostage holding mother fucker. That’s just the Bible Belt mentality. The salvation Army Harbor House, here in COMO is NO different. their shit is so disproportionate it’s like….DAMN! And there’s something very unsettling about Bob Green being around kids, I just can’t recall it, completely. I keep getting an image of him in a Santa Clause suit that makes me want to throw-up. Let me remind you that savants re-live the memories. that can be a good thing, or a bad thing. I have 100′s of memories swirling, which is what happened last time I was here in 1998. Everyone in the mental health community decided not to embarrass their community and they shoved unneeded psych meds down my throat. I got every fucking diagnosis under the son. These redneck chauvinist bastards, and jealous women, can’t STAND the thought of a female version of Einstein. They are overwhelmed with the uncontrollable urge to Intimidate, Dominate, and Humiliate someone into submission. Or have it done to them. This is way past Darwin’s Theory. Neurontin (gabapentin) was almost fatal for me, and even though I kept telling these Podunk mother fuckers (and they KNOW that they are Podunk mother fuckers) that something was wrong after they put me on that shit. So they raised the dose! I was so DEAD inside. I couldn’t even enjoy my ‘Kristy Memories’ . That REALLY pissed me off… No way I go to any of these ignorant bastards who will use bad records that reflect ME as the problem instead of the fact that they misdiagnosed an autistic female prodigious savant (prodigious for them was simply a ‘manipulative personality disorder’ ) as bipolar, P.T.S.D., and borderline personality… the my ‘Good Will Hunting’ moments were dismissed as mania, my frustration as borderline personality… Jesus… These fuckers still don’t know how to deal with autism/savant syndrome. I do have Mood Disorder Due to General Medical Condition. once they put me on the gabapentin I had no memory, so I had no ME. I was dead inside, but having to LIVE with it. Neurontin a.k.a. gabapentin is still doing this to patients, and doctors are still getting kickbacks for prescribing this poison that caused millions to attempt and/or complete suicide. That’s how I got 2 shattered legs. I still have a tibial rod in the right leg. Check out the Washington Posts articles on the Pfizer Pharmaceuticals illegal marketing criminal charges to which they plead guilty. Now, here in Columbia MO is where this prodigy is getting overwhelmed with some pretty disturbing memories, which are quickly analyzed. These dynamics are very embarrassing for this community, and I really need a ‘friend’ here to discuss it. This town deserves to be publically humiliated for their drunken, blowing-smoke-up-their-own-asses, rednecks with educations cover-up shit so they don’t loose their funding and/or licenses to practice whatever Podunk Mother Fucker bullshit medicine/psychology they are practicing… Fuckers. I’m mostly here because I remembered an event that’s about to go down on the 3rd weeekend of June in a tiny town called Oxley AR, on Alberta Mountain that’s owned by an incestuous bunch of chronic alcoholics and drug abusers/dealers who just can’t seem to break the cycle of feeding alcohol to minors so they are more easily manipulated…. One just got a Nursing award from Boone Hospital Center and her husband is not surviving his M.S.B.P. mother at all. They fed me plenty of drinks at their house right there out at Midway. Green Acres, 1954 Booth Lane. Some of the most racist bastards ever born. Willie gray, her kids, and bob dropped that ‘N’ word for blacks just to hear themselves say it. Willie Gray had a lot of influence in this little town because she lied her ass off as someone with 30+ years sobriety. Bitch didn’t have 2 days. Her grandkids accidently let it slip that she was drinking but "not getting drunk". They didn’t know that A.A. means you do NOT take a single drink. I don’t believe she was a real alchoholic. I believe she really liked to get fucked up as a form of self-inflection and when she lost her kids she quit the drinking and then started keeping her kids sick. I watched them interact. I am diagnosed as an M.S.B.P. survivor. if she were just an alcoholic her severely abusive behavior would most likely have been remedied, and she’d have been good to her family and not retaliate against this autistic prodigy for telling her secrets at the A.A. meetings (I did that on purpose…bitch) so she wouldn’t get over on EVERYONE. That’s when I was left on the street by every federally funded shelter, including The Salvation Army (they still don’t give a fuck!) and program, in the dead of a freezing snowy winter even though I had a pneumonia. The bitch tried to kill me, too. My mother even mentioned that in the car most recently before she shagged ass to Hawaii. I told Grays family secrets, and her secrets from this recovering community. I’m about to have enimies in places that I don’t even know that there ARE places. These mother fuckers use social networking, and what WAS a ‘good name’ on which to get ‘endowments’, favors, and the like to survive in this community. Now that the Doyle’s, Greens, and Moore families are now publically linked to that of my rapists on my mothers side, my father, and his enablers then, shit!!! This is why the Mom, Mary, Elaine, Allen, Roger, etc trained me to keep quiet. And Mary’s once-deceased-but-brought-back-to-life husband poored alcohol down my throat to ease the pain, and the throats of an entire high-school graduating class of minors at the Marriot several years back. He’s a suck-up so he’s tried to make nice with me to keep me quiet. I let him think I’d forgot…
Fuck him. There is a whole new generation of kids to be trafficked, and molested, photographed, etc. Check out their Facebook page: the Big Family Tree. Most of which grows straight up. Everything is about appearances, here. Looking like something that you’re NOT, toxic shame, etc. I’m concerned about kids in MO, and Kansas, that will be transported via there own relatives to AR for sexual exploitation on the land owners property. David Chapman has cabin down there. They are all relatives. Please refer to my original artical and revolutionary definition of human/sex trafficking at this link: [https://www.flickr.com/photos/30sacs/10878983373/] or [https://www.flickr.com/photos/30sacs/12661470873]
It’s becoming glaringly obvious that the hypocritical right-wing Christian terrorist mentality has NOT budged much since I was last here. The Salvation Army still rules with a charismatic hypocritical fist. I signed a set of papers that state clearly they can not force me to attend church services, but taking the Lords name in vain (which they get to be the JUDGE of what vain is for others) can mean an immediate exit. They believe that the more they humiliate and demean this particular autistic savant the less likely I’ll call the Regional Coordinater. They are right. I’ll just publish every fucking thing. Even the stuff Virginia told me about how they falsify the numbers of how many they feed for more $ $ $ . It’s much worse than that here. Here they actually hire shot-out crackheads that are stupid enough to state in front of a room full of people that I can go to only one place a day. I have to pick between job search, or doctors notes because they do not make reasonable accommodations without Dr.’s notes no matter how glaringly obvious the disability is. say something and your ass is out with NO way out of this pissant town. They stated quite clearly that the dishes were more important than my finding a job and getting the hell out of that place. Though it’s clean, nice beds, great food, they are short of bodies, so the longer I’m there the more $ $ $ they get. Ms. Tammy knows damn well this bus system is ancient. 1 bus an hour except during midday when it’s every 2 hours. Then account for the time it takes to travel… C.A.S.S. was in GREAT shape even with the athletes foot, and abortions in the bathroom, drug deals, drug use. clients will be clients. point is… Human trafficking, and slavery is a state of mind. Want to see it up close and personal. come to the Salvation Army harbor house in Columbia Missouri… – more on this mess later. Gotta go!
University of Oxford Heraldic Coat of Arms on a shield
Image by The Happy Rower
The heraldic arms of Oxford University arrayed on a shield. This traditional version of the heraldry of the University is now more often superseded by one containing the arms within a buckled circlet garter. This is a new rendition I made in lieu of the somewhat anaemic versions to be found online.
The heraldic description of the elements of the coat of arms is as follows: "Azure, upon a book open proper, leathered gules, garnished or, having on the dexter side seven seals of the last, the words DOMINVS ILLVMINATIO MEA; all between three open crowns, two and one, or."
The University of Oxford (commonly referred to as Oxford University or simply Oxford) is located in Oxford, England, United Kingdom. It is the oldest university in the English-speaking world, and the second-oldest surviving university in the world. Although its exact date of foundation is unclear, there is evidence of teaching as far back as A.D. 1096. The University grew rapidly from 1167 when Henry II banned English students from attending the University of Paris.
Oxford is currently composed of 38 constituent colleges and six Permanent Private Halls. The latter were founded by different Christian denominations. The principal difference between a college and a PPH is that the former are governed by the fellows of the college, and governance of a PPH resides, at least in part, with the corresponding Christian denomination. Students at PPHs are members of the University of Oxford and have full access to the University’s facilities and activities.
This image is created as a gift to the Oxford University community in honour of over 1100 years of dedication to education excellence. They image is free to reproduce for private, personal use, or official use by the schools depicted.
I used two software programs to make these images–Adobe Photoshop Elements, and PowerPoint.
Be mindful, these emblems are the property of the schools displayed and should not be used for commercial or profit-making purposes without the consent of all, to the benefit of all the schools.
I hope you find the Oxford image heraldry image series useful and educational. Heraldry is an exercise in history, tradition, splendor and culture–Oxford University exemplifies all four.
How did I get motivated to do these graphics? The British spouse of an American officer attending a military college here joined our rowing club–you can see photos of our rowing club members on the Alabama River at my flicker.com home page. She rowed with Queens’ College Cambridge as an undergraduate. Being curious and an Anglophile, I googled the Queens’ College boat club and discovered the beauty of Cambridge University and its heraldic splendor. For a life-long student of heraldry, it was an inspiration.
I first issued a similar display for Cambridge University, and promised myself to do the same for Oxford University. It took a few years.
I also dedicated my heraldic imagery to those American and Commonwealth soldiers, sailors, airmen, and marines, living and deceased, who served side by side as allies against common foes throughout our histories. God Bless and save the Queen and the President of the United States, and those who go into the breach risking their lives on our behalf: The brave members of the armed forces of both nations, as well as medical, police, and fire fighter first responders.
I hope these images pass muster–I researched as best I could from my humble abode in central Alabama.
–I cannot pretend to feel impartial about colours. I rejoice with the brilliant ones and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.
–A love for tradition has never weakened a nation, indeed it has strengthened nations in their hour of peril.
–Never, never, never believe any war will be smooth and easy, or that anyone who embarks on the strange voyage can measure the tides and hurricanes he will encounter. The statesman who yields to war fever must realize that once the signal is given, he is no longer the master of policy but the slave of unforeseeable and uncontrollable events.
–One ought never to turn one’s back on a threatened danger and try to run away from it. If you do that, you will double the danger. But if you meet it promptly and without flinching, you will reduce the danger by half.
–Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb.
–It’s not enough that we do our best; sometimes we have to do what’s required.
–I would say to the House, as I said to those who have joined this Government: ‘I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears, and sweat."
–Here is the answer which I will give to President Roosevelt… We shall not fail or falter; we shall not weaken or tire. Neither the sudden shock of battle nor the long-drawn trials of vigilance and exertion will wear us down. Give us the tools and we will finish the job.
–Never give in–never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.
–But if we fail, then the whole world, including the United States, including all that we have known and cared for, will sink into the abyss of a new Dark Age…. Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves that, if the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will say, This was their finest hour.
Sir Winston Churchill
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility,
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger:
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect:
Let it pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o’erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a gallèd rock
O’erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swilled with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height! On, on, you noble English,
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof,
Fathers that like so many Alexanders
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument.
Dishonor not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you called fathers did beget you!
Be copy now to men of grosser blood
And teach them how to war! And you, good yeomen,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture. Let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not,
For there is none of you so mean and base
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot!
Follow your spirit; and upon this charge
Cry ‘God for Harry! England and Saint George!’
Act III, Henry V,
Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear, with a disdainful smile, The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e’er gave, Awaits alike th’ inevitable hour, The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard