Nagasaki: Pushing Back on a Preemptive Nuclear Option by Ken LaRive

Author's Note:  Of late, there has been some talk of dropping a nuclear bomb on Korea. Seems this idea has spread as a viable option... 

I find this thought unacceptable, on any level I can consider. The following is my experience with this most profound subject, and the very thought is like a hammer in my brain. It is beyond words, beyond any and all contemplation, and so, I want to tell you of both thought and feeling, as extrapolated from what I remember as a US Navy Yeoman for the Captain of the USS Kitty Hawk, 1970. I want to explain to you my very personal and profound, life changing visit to Nagasaki, Japan. 

Nagasaki blisters and little soft hands

In the spring of 1970, the carrier USS Kitty Hawk pulled into the port of Sasabo Japan. I was one of about two thousand Navy service men standing at parade-rest as we pulled into slip. It was a beautiful display, in our dress whites. I didn’t understand it at the time, but we were told this powerful formation of our men was meant to be a sign of respect. Let me say from the start that we dropped those bombs on Nagasaki and Hiroshima to finally put an end to a war that was taking the lives of our servicemen. Japan would not give up. I make no apologies for this action. However, in retrospect, the abject horror that has been duly recorded since tell the story of just how horrific this kind of warfare entails,  from ultimate destruction, human pain, to genetic abnormalities that are still going on. It is my hope that we never, ever have to resort to this ever again. 

Our briefings

We were explained a lot about our visit while at sea, more than any other port in our West Pacific Tour. It was drilled into us that our relationship with Japan is complicated.

There were discussions on our ship’s closed circuit TV during our prime-time television viewing, displacing Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea, and Captain Kirk on the Enterprise too. A variety of mandatory general briefings went on for weeks before we arrived, and each Division participated.  In the middle of a lot of information I can no longer remember, we were told that no nuclear carriers were allowed to dock... that no civilian clothing would be allowed on shore leave; that we were to be on our best behavior; and that any breach of conduct would be dealt with harshly. In the Captain's office, where I worked, we were told real stories of Sailors past arrests in Japan, sent to the brig for a variety of reasons, with the most prevalent being drunken and disorderly. 

My two best friends, Al Moore and Gary Hammitt, both four by six, had already made two West Pac tours. They knew the ropes, and had been to Japan twice before. In the chow-hall we discussed where to go, and decided unanimously to give one of our three days to the village of Nagasaki. We would stay in a quaint bed and breakfast next to a “hotsie bath”, close to "ground zero." It was the place where we had dropped the second nuclear bomb, less then thirty years before. These massive gardens and very special museum we planned to see, stood at the very epicenter.

1970 is forty-seven years ago. At the time it had been just twenty-six years since the bomb. I thought 26 years was an awful long time back then, crawling by like my first twenty, and two years on The Hawk seemed a lifetime. Today I know it to be just a flicker of time, as age gives us all a new perspective.

In dress blues, spit polished shoes, and zippered haircuts, we made it through the gambit of old Chiefs and Petty Officers looking for any excuse to turn us around. We all slid through, and with a practiced and proper salute of the ensign, we walked the aft plank to a very busy peer, and a bright spring day.

With Pea Coats slung over one shoulder, and our overnight bag on the other, we made our way to the base exchange where our rental car waited. Past the jar-head guards who gave us a final look-over, we were out of the gate and on the road, free at last. Gary’s international driver’s license had again come in handy.

There were fields of flowering fruit trees, and amazing rice paddies built like soft velvet steps on emerald green hills. We saw colorful pagodas, brightly painted bridges over clear, swift moving streams, and we passed thousands of elaborately planned, and meticulously manicured flower-gardens that were an artist’s dream. Hanging baskets were everywhere, holding delicate clusters of every conceivable color.

Our Arrival...

In three hours we were on the outskirts of this famed city of Nagasaki. If I hadn’t known, I would never have guessed this city had been completely razed just a generation ago. It was breathtakingly beautiful, with industry, suburbs, open shops, electric train stations, children flying silk kites, new American and Japanese cars mixed with hundreds of bicycles, and all blended like a Maxfield Parish Painting, to dazzle the senses. We stopped for lunch and I had Sukiyaki for the first time, eating everything but the raw egg in the middle. I was mesmerized. Nothing seemed familiar, and yet, it was.Customs were different, but humanity was the same, and the laughter I heard in the park across the street filled me with a lonely longing for America.

By early noon we pulled into the Atomic Park, and though I can truly say that most of this trip is now a blur or forgotten, there are some things that will never leave my mind.

There, before the six-story museum, was a giant statue of a muscle man, the “Statue of Peace.” Under it was carved in several languages: “Beware! It comes from the sky. It will level the earth.” One of his strong arms was pointing to the heavens, and it is said that the tip of his finger is where the bomb blew up. His other arm is outstretched to show destruction.

Each floor in the museum is dedicated to some aspect of this horror. One floor showed nothing but burn victims, that was 90% of the deaths here. Trying to separate skin from clothing was the hardest part, but I’ll spare you the ghastly details. I couldn’t stay but for a moment on the floor of genetic abnormalities, the next generation.

One floor had thousands of everyday objects displayed, showing the strange effect that the bomb’s intense heat had on them. Four bottles of wine melted together with the corks and liquid still intact, half of an iron melted down a mantle in its own molten puddle, bubble blisters of metal and glass that was once a car, and the strangest picture that haunts me even as I write this… With high resolution color film a photographer took a picture of a charred wall. It was blown up to its original size, and the charred ivy that covered the wall was jet black. But there, to the side, was a vivid silhouette of healthy fresh ivy, untouched by the flash of heat. It was the body of a man holding the hand of a child that stood before that wall, saving that area from the burn. I could almost see them, her little dress, his hat, her thin arm and her hand in his, could all be seen clearly. A chill went through me standing before this picture, and it changed me to the very core, It was a moment frozen in horror, I stood before that wall for a long time, as the gravity of what this all was hit home. Note: I have tried to find this photograph on line. There are many kinds shown, and they are called shadow pictures. This particular picture, however, can not yet be found.

The finality of a flash...

It was the morning of August 9, 1945. At 07:50, Japanese time, an air raid sounded. Soon after, at 08:30, an all clear signal was given. At 10:53 two B-29 super-fortresses were sighted, but officials gave no alarm thinking that these planes were just another reconnaissance. It didn’t matter, as no alarm would have made the slightest difference. No one expected anything like this. A few moments later one of the B-29s dropped a bundle of instruments attached to three parachutes. At 11:02 the other plane dropped a large object set to detonate a few hundred feet above the ground, for full effect. At the point of this muscle man’s finger, an atomic bomb exploded.

 

Captain F.l. Ashworth, U.S.N. was in technical command of this mission. He watched as the bomb detonated above the valley of Nagasaki. He wrote: “The bomb burst with a blinding flash and a huge column of black smoke swirled up toward us. Out of this column of smoke there boiled a great swirling mushroom of gray smoke, luminous with red, flashing flame, that reached 40,000 feet in less than 8 minutes. Below through the clouds we could see the pall of black smoke ringed with fire that covered what had been the industrial area of Nagasaki.”

74,000 people were dead in that flash of light, and 75,000 burn victims screamed into the afternoon, into the weeks, and the years ahead. 95% of all injuries died from burns.

This bomb had the equivalent of 20,000 tons of T.N.T. To give you some idea of what power we are talking about, it takes just one pound of T.N.T. to raise 36 lbs. of water from freezing to boiling. A nuclear fission equivalent pound of uranium would produce the same temperature rise of 200 million pounds of water. Our nuclear capability today can destroy the entire planet a hundred times over...

Radiation comes in many forms. Initially, heat radiation traveling at the speed of light, 186,000 miles per second, promotes wavelengths all the way to gamma rays, shorter than even an x-ray. This radiation comes in two bursts. The first lasts just 3 milliseconds of ultra-violet radiation, destroying all life within reach. The second lasts for about three seconds, 90% of the total light, and able to raise the temperature of skin by 50 degrees.

Graphic pictures. Discretion advised. But I suggest you look...

At the beginning of WW2 the bombing of civilians was not even considered. We were desperate for a closure, and desperation seeks desperate action. Though we can justify our actions, we should all realize what actually happened, and try everything within our power to see that it doesn’t happen again. Never, never, ever again. 

We met up later on the huge colonnade before the Statue of Peace, and there, close by, was a little obscure hill that was the actual ashes of those who died that awful day. It was covered in flowers.

The Children

Bus after bus of school children loaded and unloaded on a large turn-around next to the parking lot. They walked holding hands and smiling, in clean pressed uniforms. Suddenly I was surrounded by a group holding out little scraps of paper and pencils. They wanted a sample of my writing. Our squiggly lines fascinated them, as their open smiles fascinated me. The adults were just as friendly, and I wondered what was in their hearts. I wrote down my name many times, and gave it to little soft hands reaching up to me. Suddenly they were loading up the bus and waved goodbye. I saw those little girls and boys, so like our American children, and that little girl on the wall, holding hands with her father is something I never want to forget. 

I think back on this with amazing wonder, and a bit of regret too. I wish I had not put my name on those tiny pieces of paper, but had written the words “Love and Peace” instead. Some things are beyond what one government can do to another. Some things are just too profound, too horrible, and beyond all understanding... God help us, never again. Never... never again.

Reefer Madness, Du Pont, and the Marihuana Tax Act of 1939

Reefer Madness, Du Pont, and the Marihuana Tax Act of 1939

      By: Ken La Rive

(I do not in any way advocate the use of drugs in any shape or form, including marijuana. But we all deserve to know the possible reasons behind the law that has ruined an industry, and put countless people behind bars.)

I was slouching quite comfortably in the LaGuardia Airport several years ago, waiting in a stupor for my next flight, when suddenly a beautiful young woman in loose khaki pants and a short orange tank top sat next to me. I couldn’t help notice that she had a pierced bejeweled belly button, and though I’m sort of embarrassed to admit it, but I immediately pilled myself up from that slouch, even trying to suck in my stomach. Why do men feel the need to show their best for a woman, even a strange women they will never see again, nor even want to see again? I think it is hardwired in men, instilled into us by women from as far back as the cave. But then, why would a woman display a bejeweled belly button, if not as bate.

She briefly glanced and smiled in my direction as she lowered her well-stuffed bag from her shoulder to the white polished floor, straddling it protectively with her legs. We sat there in silence for some time, while she rummaged for what looked like something to read.

Suddenly, from around our row of seats, a security man and a small “sniffer” dog started in our direction, looking for the usual suspected contraband: baggies of cocaine, plastic explosives, smuggled organics. or a residual smell of marijuana. Usually when the dog takes an interest in a bag it means a forgotten peanut butter sandwich, cheese from the gift shop, or an apple your mom stuffed in for a snack. All of these are illegal to export, and if you can’t produce any one of these pronto, you may be escorted away for a proper search.

They passed us without incident, and disappeared within the terminal throng of travelers.

This is what stimulated our hour long conversation, and though it was several years ago, and a bit of the specifics have now long vaporized, some of the ideas she mentioned to me stuck.

We talked of the countries she had visited where certain drugs were completely legalized, and that American sensibilities about such matters have been distorted by the new age of synthetics. Synthetics? Yep, that’s what she said. She was from Norway, and the entire area is noted for their very liberal views. To me, she seemed well educated, opinionated, and right or wrong, seemingly informed. Without the least bit of hesitation told me I should look up the company called Du Pont, and the history of hemp as well.

I’m 68 now, and lived in the world of the sixties as a formidable and well conditioned teenager. I remember those days, the music, TV, and the thought processes too, far better than even last week! Marijuana was very much against the law in our “hippie” generation, but just a few years before, it was quite legal. What changed?

I found the answers in some very unusual places: Albert Goldman’s, Grass Roots: Marijuana in America Today, 1979, Jack Herer’s, The Emperor Wears No Cloths: hemp and the Marijuana Conspiracy, 1992, and the main source, by Jon Vankin and John Whalen, The 60 Greatest Conspiracies of all time, 1995. In a nutshell…

What if I were to tell you that the lowly hemp plant, also known as buds, grass, pot, bhang, weed, boo, cannabis, or ganja, was once required by law to grow, and our founding fathers, yep, the same ones who signed the Declaration of Independence, like Washington and Jefferson, grew it on their farms.

It was so handy, known to be the strongest of all plant fibers, that it was used for the making of sails, clothing, rope, and a wide variety of health aids and therapy for dozens of ailments. Here is a plant that was thought to be the key to the problems of our new industrial age. It could have virtually replaced the use of fossil fuels in the new combustible engines, feed and clothe the world, and put an end to deforestation so rampant in the last century.

So Du Pont rings in my ears! In the book above by Herer, he states, “malicious conspiracy to suppress not a ‘killer weed,’ but the world’s premier renewable natural resource, for the benefit of a handful of wealthy and powerful individuals and corporations.” He made reference to hemp’s demise as being the new Dark Ages, and nothing short of, “a conspiracy against mankind.”

Wow! A bit strong, don’t you think? But this is just the tip of the iceberg, and our own suppressed history! There are three players here that I want you to meet. The first is a man we all know by the name of William Randolph Hearst. His daughter was Patty, remember? He led what some consider to be the first “hysterical crusade” against marijuana. His newspapers were filled with anti-pot writings at the same time many magazines, like Popular Mechanics, were saying that hemp was the savior of mankind, and would be a “new billion dollar crop.” I wonder, what other holdings did William have?

What was behind his initial attempt to destroy this world market? Before the cotton gin, hemp was used to make clothing that kept our men warm at Valley Forge, bedding, tents, and even our “Old Glory” flag! Our bibles were printed on reefer paper, and hemp seed oil could have taken the place of whale oil, that brought on the near extinction of a species. God fearing men from every corner of America used it for a wide variety of medicinal purposes, from patented medicines legally sold in drug stores!

Next, and soon after Hearst, came a notable named A.J. Anslinger, and is the one who imaginatively coined the term “reefer madness.” A so called “morality cop” of the prohibition era, he is quoted as saying, “If the monster Frankenstein would come face to face with the monster marihuana, he would drop dead from fright.”  He later admitted to have illegally supplied morphine to Senator Joseph McCarthy, who was then addicted, and helped the OSS, the forerunner of our CIA, with unsuccessful experiments to use hashish concentrate and distillate as a truth serum for captured spies.

But then the powerful Du Pont Corporation took up the baton. And why is that would you suppose? Could it be that they wanted the new synthetic fibers like nylon and polyester to take the place of Hemp? And their plastic fibers did come to dominate, and a new super-polluting wood pulp process was born too. In 1939, Lammot Du Pont is quoted in Popular Mechanics as saying: We are…“conserving natural resources by developing synthetic products to supplement or wholly replace natural products.” Well, is this a lie? Was the additive dioxin understood then? Did they know of its cancer causing properties? I think they did…

Ha! Anslinger even went before Congress and said that the “reefer friend” was comprised mostly of the “Negro and Mexican”, and worst of all, “entertainers.” (This sentence has been deleted by CPS so as not to offend.) In my book, Anslinger was not much of a humanitarian, but a puppet to big business.

The final kick came with the legislation called “The Marijuana Tax Act of 1937.” It virtually breezed through Congress with the strangled voices of hemp growers and the American Medical Association watching helplessly on the sidelines. Strange to find out now that Anslinger was then in charge of the Treasury Department, who owed his job to his relation Andrew Mellon, owner of the sixth largest bank in our great nation, and just happened to be the Du Pont banker.

Of course there is no real proof of conspiracy here, all of it is just pure speculation, of course. But then, Du Pont continues to be the “largest producer of man-made fibers, while no citizen has legally harvested a single acre of textile-grade hemp in over fifty years?” says Herer.  Well, thought you should know…

The illusion of control in the OWO of International bankers

 

Author peering over the pier

The illusion of control in the OWO of International bankers

Stopping the One World Order will pause the pulse of the world. But it can be revived...

"Time slips past the now for each of us; fear, the culpable incentive that enslaves without rules. True domination is the unsettling and horrific knowledge that potential war hovers poised above our heads without control, welded by hands not our own, like shadows without mercy. War does not happen by chance, it is designed." Diary of Ken LaRive 2002

Want hard-won truth? Let's start with an arbitrary, if not tactile point of contact, Israel.

As a so-called US friend, Netanyahu, flips his Zionist finger seemingly toward both America and the world, as he continues to build settlements and occupy. So too it might be ostensibly evident that Iran is outright lying about its so-called nuclear program, but a seven minute history shown directly below will put that into perspective.  As the two threaten by posture and orchestrated dialogue of fear and hate, the US has been outwardly trying to resume the roll of so-called peace keeper. and President Trump is continuing the charade. Sure, and there is some prime real-estate for sale in the Atchafalaya Swamp too.

We also have to contend with the loose cannon called North Korea, and the Poppy growing and lithium extractions in Afghanistan.  If President Trump is indeed going after International bankers, as they do pull our strings from every side, he is in mortal danger, and so too the entire United States of America. What can unlimited resources,  with no moral or ethical compass, tied to no rule of law, buy? Anything. Anything at all.  They can, if cornered, destroy the most powerful country on earth. I would like to believe that they are afraid of us, that they are visible and vulnerable, but I can not see that as fact.

A more accurate assessment might be that Obama's roll, and now perhaps President Trump is that of money keeper, or big brother banking custodian, because they will profit no matter what. It was and is designed that way. A bank loves fluctuations, especially when they design them. 

If Israel is supposed to be our best so-called ally, and the US its greatest economic supporter, one would never recognize it anywhere but in the world market. Israel says they fear a nuclear Iran would pose a threat to their existence, and Iran feels a nuclear Iran would thwart a military first response from Israel, and both would be right. That is the rub, as it was, and is, designed that way.

Even a decade ago, three Iranian oil exporters, China, India, and Japan, have reportedly agreed to cut back on imports, and to force Iran's hand to withdraw from Nuclear design.  How is that working out?

To see this full picture, lets stand back from this a moment...

US Under-Secretary of State William Burns told a Congressional committee in 2010: "What we've been doing is to try to use every lever that we already have at our disposal to encourage foreign companies, foreign entities to cut their ties with the Iranian economy." How, did that go? Lets look! Just below is an indication of what the world truly feels about Israel, and one has to ask the question: Why do they feel that way, and America does not? Could it be what we are fed by media?

Though verified by Hamid Hoseyni, the head of the Iranian union of oil exporters, he tried to play it down as an insignificant amount overall. So said, China has cut its imports in half. These so-called figures are hard to verify, and no true data has come from Japan or India, and yet Indian newspapers are suggesting that Reliance may have ended entirely all dealings with Iran. What choice do we have but to believe this?

The so-called semi-official Iranian news agency, ISNA, stated that Reliance was buying 90 to 100,000 barrels of oil per day, or 2.4 percent of Iranian output. To suggest that India's Reliance has completely cut off Iranian dealings seem doubtful because Reliance has spent a lot of revenue to develop a refinery specifically designed to process very heavy crude, Iran's hallmark. And just a thought, isn't it true that these dealings are bypassing the petro-dollar, by dealing in Gold? 

It should be noted here that the refined product is sold back to Iran. Iran does not have the ability to refine all of the oil it requires, and Reliance investments are significant. Where do you suppose Reliance gets its primary loan capacity?"

But the complexity grows, as Russia's Lukoil, British Petroleum, Shell, Trafigura, Vitol, Glencore, and IPG are also doing business with Iran. Where do they get their loan capacity?

Supposedly, like America, Iran's dependence on foreign oil is said to be a major weakness, and Obama was suggesting that strong sanctions will, with time, bend their will. But unlike Iran, in a pinch, our world-wide military web can secure its so-called American needs only if there is a debt ceiling. We have grown in just ten years for six trillion to twenty trillion...

No doubt the handlers know far better than what is spoon-fed to us, privy to the truth, as there are many other potential buyers, some not so virginal, like Turkmenistan, Venezuela, Kuwait, and Malaysia... and all have a growing oil demand. Trump must have been briefed on Big Brother needs, as he put the option of war with Venezuela just last week. It matters to American intrests who is in power in a Socialistic/Nationalistic state?  

In the middle of this fray China is sending a major refined shipment back to Iran just today, just as it always has, and Total of France, our so called newest reborn friend, is still promoting and selling unabated. Look at the history of Iran above, (the first video), and see the influence BP (British Petroleum) had, along with our CIA, and their offshoot, Mossad.

Why, you might ask, is there so much overt disunity, even with such significant interests that all major corporations have here in America? Why, because there is money to be made.

A study of US policy to promote its so-called best interest and agenda is thought by some to have the potential to backfire. It is evident that our media is controlled, and a verifiable truth is in very short supply for the common man who gets his news from that source alone. Untraveled, with a trusting mind, it is difficult to watch an action run full circle back to the source with profit. Only at that point of return can one find truth, and a semblance of reality. Look here, a glimmer...

The BBC: For some time, American officials have been using these levers to curtail financial transactions with Iran....and it never happened.

European banks have received a simple message: they can either trade with Iran, or with the United States, not both... and it never happened.

US treasury officials have made at least two visits to Europe to underline the message....and it never happened.

As a result it is becoming increasingly difficult to transfer money to and from Iran, and it is almost impossible to obtain letters of credit, another possible reason for the reduction in the oil trade.... and that didn't happen because OPEC in ineffectively influencing countries who have grown production, including IRAN.

The United States has also been using its alliance with Saudi Arabia to help suggest alternative sources of oil supply for Asian countries who make up some of Iran's most important customers... at the same time we continue to ignore increasing evidence that Saudi had a hand in 911.We are also poised to be one of, if not the foremost exporter of natural gas in the world, and now there is a push to export oil on a grand scale... Carl Inchon has bought 10.5 percent of Cheniere Energy, a billion... and the Panama Canal has widened to accommodate the mega-LNG ships, two years ago. This has been planned a very long time...

There's also a wider push to encourage non-American companies to stop doing business with Iran... and that did not happen.

The German company Daimler announced this week that it was pulling out of Iran. The German Chancellor, Angela Merkel, has reportedly agreed to discourage trade between German companies and Iran, so long as Washington does not use public pressure on the issue. So how did that work out? "In view of the current political situation, we have ... once again extensively reassessed this business relationship. As a result, we are restructuring our business activities with Iran," chief executive Dieter Zetsche told a shareholders' meeting in 2010.

Austria, however, still actively and openly promotes trade with the Islamic Republic.

Are you laughing yet? Can you see the common thread?

It is exceedingly difficult, but American media is very careful not to include Israel into the equation. The international average-Joe mindset is, as it has been for a decade: Israel is the true catalyst for war.  But what does that really mean?

How international bankers will react to this co-called ultimatum seems quite evident to those who have watched The Federal Reserve printing trillions in unsecured monies, duly distributed without due process or accountability.

The transfer of so-called forged bearer bonds is nearly forgotten now after a decade, a so-called free-press American media is feeding the American taxpayer bogus Intel and news-speak, and barely whimpers the name "George Soros." The strings are evident, and without Soros, the 29th richest man in the world, Obama would not be president. He controls the Democratic party and insider trades with US leverage (see Petrobras), and the lobbyists who control and mostly dominate the right, all come from the same pocket. How will they react? Well, dosn't look liker Soros is effected at all, still involved in violent protests, seemingly promoting both sides. This week a push toward arming the police with military style riot gear... I see profit here...

It is one big, unprecedented, power play. American middle-class wealth is said to be redistributed by socialism, and the potential and very needy voters have been manufactured by the previous administration, but all of it seems more an illusion, pure smoke and mirrors.Look around. What are we concentrating on? Certainly not this...

The true winners will be the so-called American weapons makers -- Lockheed Martin, Raytheon, Boeing among others, all financed by a conglomerate of international bankers, the true corporate owners. The losers will be the mundane American worker, who will continue to strive to live the illusion of the American dream under the yoke of lost freedom and taxation. Many hope that President Trump needs a learning curve, and that soon he will learn to govern the government.
 
And what of Israel, the so-called catalyst of a so-called potential war?

The aid we give, a 3:1 ratio to Israel/Egypt, a military funding package proposed to be 3.15 billion by fiscal 2013 and tripled by 2017, is cemented in our relationship, and seemingly can not be undone. This money ricochets back to the above companies, all financed by international bankers, in one complete concentric spiral, the circle of all life and truth... and AIPAC lobbies for more.

When you think about it, it is rather funny. Behold, your true master. He is the one holding your purse. His thoughts are found behind the curtain of a black box for 3.5 hours a night, while our body rests from a day of toil, our minds go blank. and becomes am empty slate. How easy it is to fill.

Want to know about a true war that cannot be won? Go after the spread sheets of international bankers. You will not know a war such as this, because in spite of what is commonly thought, money makes the world go round, not truth. There is even enough money to make you believe you have won, and some will be drawn to justify the belief that it was biblically inspired; the end-times predestined for us all, in a world of composite investments.

"Behold, there is good news, your true master is a parasite who does not kill its hosts. It wants only a constant harvest of compound interest..." -Ken LaRive

"Bogus hearsay is the stick that goads the world to spin... Truth is a carrot buried by a snow machine made in China." -Ken LaRive

"Believe what you will, so I'm told. But behold, your true master is giving you a reason for being." - Ken LaRive

"You will know your mind is not your own when you take sides regardless." -Ken LaRive