Posted by: johnhourihan | July 17, 2017

If you are a Trump supporter or not, please read this

Let me ask those who still support Trump, is it OK now that a ruler of this country says he is OK with stopping laws that provide for the public good because they are too expensive, as our current leader is doing with health care, food and housing? By the way, these, and all the following, are things he fully admits to. Is it really OK with you that he has decimated many of our departments such as he has said he has willfully done with the State Department, the Department of Education, the EPA and several other departments and is it fine with you that he has refused to fill the empty position of all those departments? Is it OK that he has openly attempted to obstruct the laws for naturalization of foreigners, refusing to encourage migration here? Is it OK to obstruct justice by refusing his assent to establish judiciary powers as he has done with judges who have ruled against him? Is it OK now that our leader has established new offices whose primary job is to harass our own people? Is it now OK that he has rendered the military independent of and superior to civil power by saying the generals are now in charge of what the military does? Is it now acceptable that our leader complains about our unfair constitution while cutting off trade with many parts of the world? Is it fine that he, in his speeches and actions, incites domestic insurrection among us? Or is it more appropriate that someone whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a tyrant is unfit to be the ruler of a free people? I ask because all of these things so many of our citizens find perfectly appropriate now, were complaints about the king of England and the reasons for our Declaration of Independence.

Posted by: johnhourihan | July 16, 2017

The Mustard Seed – 2095

The following is an excerpt from my newest book, The Mustard Seed – 2095. It can be purchased in the book store of
“We are going to leave out the part where the humans who were altered were left to evolve into several types and then pretty much into three, and then through migration and weather patterns the Neanderthals and Denisovans pretty much died out and left Homo Sapien, modern humans. Stories of gods and angels and all manner of entities from the sky, that most people thought were fiction, were true. And some of those were the geneticists who had altered the creation it had found on Earth. You know, someone came and sowed seeds in the farmer’s garden. Around this time, at the end of the Neanderthal period, they did it again.”

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Posted by: johnhourihan | May 21, 2017

The following is an excerpt from my newest book, The Mustard Seed – 2095

“Then there are the Members. The Members are you who believe in the process we have endowed you with. Those who believe they have created the process in your own minds. The Members see the Entitled as lower class, although they are magnanimous enough to not say it out loud. And you see the Associates as your superiors, again, something you don’t admit out loud. You help make things work and are closer to what you were supposed to have been in the first place, and if you aren’t, at least you are capable of producing children who can be convinced. But there are flaws in your decision making, especially when it comes to good versus evil. You seem to know which side of a decision is good, but you just don’t seem to have the courage to choose it on a consistent basis. You do just as much evil as the Entitleds, but you hide it or deny it to others, and they accept your lies because they are themselves hiding the same things. Ironically, you are outraged when you see the same characteristics in anyone else. The Members are those who are willing to work from within the system, together, and make things work better. They are truly a middle class, and they are physically afraid of the Entitleds, so they don’t mind that their ‘lower-class’ brethren are oppressed.

This is a n excerpt form my newest book, The Mustard Seed -2095

“Raphael clicked off the TV. He had been shaving off 12.5 percent of his paycheck every month and had been funneling it into his 401K retirement account since he had begun working at nine years old. Back then he was a courier for the department he still worked in. He expected to retire as soon as he could, 75 was his goal, but once he retired he would no longer be considered a full Member and he would have to pay for his apartment rent, his food, his health care, water, sewer, electricity. The only thing that would still be free would be his phone and his TV. It seemed to him that when you reached an age when the money being spent on you was more than what you were pumping into the government by way of the heavy taxes on the Members and Entitleds who worked, and by the tithes meted out by the churches who were now part of the government, nobody cared if you lived or died any longer. It was that time that you had to anticipate, because if you owned anything people would be coming for it.”

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Posted by: johnhourihan | April 3, 2017

What does, “Make America Great Again” mean?

I posted this first a little over a year ago.

Wouldn’t it be nice if, when President elect Trump says, “Make America Great Again,” he means to bring it back to a time when a man didn’t kick someone when they were down, a man’s word was his bond something as good as a signed contract, when a man who was down on his luck could “put it on the cuff” to feed his family, when more affluent people felt it was a privilege to help feed those who were less fortunate, when doctors billed patients according to their ability to pay, when the pews of a church were filled on Sunday with good Christians, when a man’s worth was not decided by the content of his bank account or the color of his skin, when Christians were people who were happy to clothe the naked, feed the hungry, heal the sick, and do it without judging those they helped, when the arbitrary boundaries between countries did not give us an excuse to hate or kill, when money was still the root of all evil and having a lot of it did not make you a good man or woman, when we trusted those in our government to try to do what was right, and when white supremacists and other racists were looked down on as people who were stupid and didn’t know any better. Wouldn’t it be nice if that was a time he was shooting for? But I really don’t think any of that is on his time-warp radar. I think it might be a bit more realistic. I think he means back to a time when there were no unions or civil rights laws, or women’s rights laws, or any regulations on industry. I believe he means to a time when the government didn’t step in to help those who were being worked to death and not being paid enough money to feed a family, back to a time when our fathers could red-line entire cities and towns to make sure the neighborhood didn’t go to Hell, and back to a time when we could invade smaller countries because we could, and under-paid migrant workers were the lifeblood of corporate farms, and back to a time when those who complained about any of it could be legally silenced with bullying, a time when women knew their place, barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen with their mouths shut, and minorities knew their place in the back of the bus, and only affluent white men could be certain that “those laws don’t apply to us.” In short, back to a time when we had “liberty and justice for some white people.”
I’m afraid those who voted for Mr. Trump may have felt the first part of this was the goal. It never was. The second part is. And now you are beginning to understand.

Posted by: johnhourihan | March 14, 2017

EXCERPT – The Mustard Seed 2095 – John Hourihan

Chapter One
“Let there be among you a person who understands. When the crop ripened, he came quickly carrying a sickle and harvested it. Anyone here with two good ears had better listen!” – The Gospel of Thomas, Nag Hammadi, Codex II
“There are three classes of people: those who see. Those who see when they are shown. Those who do not see.” – Leonardo da Vinci

It was warm for June and getting warmer as Campaign Formulator Sixth Level Raphael Aronson, half way up the outside wrought-iron stairway to his apartment building, paused to let his breath catch up with him. “Jesus,” he said. “I don’t believe this heat.”
He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his right hand and looked out over the hazy cityscape below from the safety of the ninth floor of the Radisson Building. He lived on the eighteenth floor. His whole body was drenched from the walk home and the climb up the side of the building. With the systematic eradication of the central federal government, beginning in the first few decades of the millennium nearly 75 years ago, most people had moved back to the cities. They didn’t all fit. It was crowded, but the outlying towns were just too “uncontrolled.” This state was one of the ones that had given up and let their police forces go and their infrastructure dissolve. From then on local boards, dominated by those who could make money, now made the laws. For instance, the small Massachusetts town Raphael had come from as a boy was now being run by the company that owned the water. The company was owned by Tod Berga, who was suspected to be the richest man in the country if not the world. Raphael Aronson looked down the side of the granite building. He was happy to be here in New Clovis. Life was good.
“It’s like a mountain,” he thought, “and I live in a cave in its side. But with a TV.”
Below him, Enterprise Boulevard came to a “T” with Republic Avenue just at the entrance to his building. He never entered the building at the downstairs doorway because the climb inside was stifling compared to being outside in the free air. Well, it was sort of free, Raphael thought. His electric bill had recently added a small charge at the bottom called, “Your fair share for clean air.” He thought it ironic that the power companies had done away with all regulations and polluted the air and were now charging their customers to cut down on the filth they had put in there themselves. “Wouldn’t it be nice if they were just better people,” he thought.
Enterprise, a street that long ago was the heart of the financial district, was now a mile-long downhill gauntlet of cracked roadway bordered by crumbling sidewalks. Raphael thought that he could remember when automobiles used to fill the street with blaring horns and screeching tires taking the turn too fast, and drivers shouting out the opened windows at each other. That was before the decimation of the Middle East by the French and Americans in the third decade of the century turned the only oil fields left into a glowing desert, the sand having turned to glass from the bombs. The government explained to everyone after the end of the Middle East war that there was no more oil left for consumers. The Republic had compensated everyone for the gas-powered automobiles they turned in and banned the manufacture of new ones. Within a few decades the population was ready to absorb an all-out ban on driving. The auto manufacturers were soothed with new orders for war vehicles and material. There were new war plants established throughout the country, and it became one’s patriotic duty to live near one and work there, so there were plenty of jobs, and people no longer needed to drive long distances to work. It was like beating the plow shares, 18-wheelers and family cars back into weapons. Now, with all the cars gone, Enterprise was a frighteningly raucous walkway of city people heading to and from work, walking down the center of the road equidistant from the side-dwellers of homeless families in makeshift tents, and black market vendors selling cigarettes, music vids, beer and TV minutes, and the pick pockets and thugs on roller skates or motorized skateboards who, because of the ceaseless boredom, were looking for a chance to change what they did yesterday into something new for today. There were some one-story century-old houses tucked in between three- and four-story buildings, but most of the zone was full of tents tucked between the buildings. Whenever his walk home from work arrived at Enterprise, Raphael would pull back his un-tucked shirt to expose his .38 revolver. It made the walk home feel safer even though pretty much everyone else had a weapon too and the un-policed world lived under the threat of mutually assured individual destruction. The second law of the New Republic guaranteed that everyone could have a gun. It had been a remnant of an earlier time, like so many of the rules. Of course, also like so many of the rules, the second rule was counter-weighted by the sixth rule. “Thou shalt not kill, except in war.”

Posted by: johnhourihan | January 31, 2017

He’s pissed off the wrong group

Sally Q. Yates stood up to the president, or more appropriately to Steve Bannon our acting president when he penned an executive order that was possibly against the law and most likely against the constitution. He fired her, but there were some others who stood up also. They were judges Ann Donnelly, Leonie Brinkema, Allison Burroughs and Dolly Gee. Then of course there was Judge Thomas Zilly. Notice anything? Five of the six were women. I think maybe Donald pissed off the wrong group and they haven’t forgotten. And you can’t fire federal judges. They will be there for life.

Posted by: johnhourihan | January 29, 2017

a presidential riddle

Here’s a riddle: What is the difference between these two groups of predominantly Muslim countries? Group one: Saudi Arabia, UAE, Egypt and Turkey. Group two: Iraq, Iran, Syria, Somalia, Sudan, Libya and Yemen. Group two is the group of countries Donald Trump has banned from travel to the United States. Group one is the Muslim countries where Donald Trump has business interests according to the New York Post. The other difference of course is that No person from group two has ever come to our country to do us harm. Not true for group one.
By the way, anyone who had doubts about what I said a few days ago about Russian arrests and our own election hacking, the story has hit the new York Times today.

Posted by: johnhourihan | January 27, 2017

Who leaked the Russia/Trump information?

Something was reported around January 25 that should interest us. It happened in Russia. At a meeting of a group that used to be called the KGB, the New Newspaper reported that armed guards entered, walked up to Serge Mikailov the deputy chief of the cyber unit, put a bag over his head and dragged him out. He wasn’t heard from for a month and then it was reported he was in prison and charged with treason for leaking information to a foreign power. Shortly after, the deputy director of counter intelligence, a man whose job it was to make sure spies don’t leak intelligence to foreign powers, was also arrested. The man who gave us the dossier on Trump’s alleged links to the Russians was a former UK spy who gave us the info and then dropped off the grid. The newspaper is the one that was formed when Mikail Gorbachov took the money he got from winning the Nobel Peace Prize and started a newspaper to tell the truth in Russia as opposed to the state run newspaper.
This all happened in December, a month after our election.
Since then Donald Trump has nominated Putin’s closest ally, the CEO of Exxon, to be the Secretary of State and all the top career people of the state department, people with decades of experience, who have served under presidents all the way back to Nixon were fired.
This weekend Donald Trump will call Putin and, according to him, he will tell Putin there is probably no reason for the sanctions President Obama put on the Russians for invading Crimea.
So what was the stolen intelligence and were we the foreign country it was leaked to?
Keep watching.

Posted by: johnhourihan | January 22, 2017

What is really important

This is what the current administration believes of the people who voted for them: “They were born, they grew up in the gutters, they went to work at twelve,a brief blossoming of beauty and sexual desire, they passed through a brief period of beauty and sexual desire, they married at twenty, they were middle-aged at thirty, they died for the most part at sixty. Heavy physical work, the care of home and children, petty quarrels with neighbors, films, football, beer and above all, gambling filled up the horizon of their minds. To keep them in control was not difficult. A few agents … moved always among them, spreading false rumors and marking down and eliminating the few individuals who were judged capable of becoming dangerous;All that was required of them was a primitive patriotism which could be appealed to whenever it was necessary to make them accept longer working hours or shorter rations.”
Well, I have to go now. I have to open up a beer, check my lottery tickets, stand up for the national anthem, accept that Trump is my leader and watch the Patriots kick Pittsburg’s ass. That is what is really important.

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