The truth of the matter is that, while it may have been utilized as a weapon against the indigenous people of America, the Only One Who would have had the intelligence to utilize that weapon in order to clear the way for colonization was the Creator and Elohim of those people, Yahweh. (Even though they may have been ignorant of His name, they were also ignorant as to how to utilize a biological weapon of mass destruction at that time.)Interestingly, the focus is only on the struggle for domination of North America. This is coming from a people who frankly, have never inhabited North America since well before the entrance of the white Europeans (Israel, by the way).
“To each his own” you wonder why people wish to shop on a Sunday, for me, its because my entire career was spent in retail environments. I dont wish to buy, but I love to look, to see what local retailers are displaying, how they are presenting their mdse,, what new trends they are showing. I dont do this all of the time while traveling, of course I have a coffee or beer, visit a museum or two, walk thru parks, marvel at European architecture, but I also like to pop into a store or two to take a look and I like to know in advance if I can do that on a Sunday so that I can plan my trip itinerary to give me that opportunity..
Doug Holtchronicles a key moment in the transformation of marketing in 1950s America. Influenced by books such as William H. White’s The Organization Man, consumers rallied against paternalistic marketing techniques that directed consumers as to how they should live.
I’m no stranger to progressive chronic neck pain and knots in my back over the past decade. I thought it was from standing for long periods of time in retail jobs (it was) or from sleeping in strange positions (that didn’t help), but it turns out its mostly from an accident that happened ages ago which left me with carpel tunnel in both hands. Sometimes the migraine pain would radiate from the back of my neck into my lower skull so I would be forced to pop an OTC painkiller and call it a day..
The RoadYou know the saying and where this particular road leads. I’m travelling along it, the scenery is pleasant and all seems well, but suddenly I realise that some way further back there had been a fork. I had ignored it and continued on in my own sweet way.
I couldn help but notice him wipe a tear from his eye. After a few moments, he struck up conversation with me.During our conversation, he explained that he was headed to Oxnard before the Middle East (can remember where, I want to say Afghanistan). He was a mechanic in the Marine Corps who specialized in tanks, and was expecting to spend close to a year overseas before he would come back and retire.He was very personable and I admired his dedication to his family and to our country.