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The day began like most any summer day with the sun shining bright. School was closed, and all of us looking forward to a day of delight. As the day moved by, with little warning, and to my dismay, Samantha Seahorse once again decided to sprinkle the day with her bullying ways. As I was sitting down to recline for my daily rock-a-bye nap, Samantha swam by, disturbing the flow of what I had hoped to be a peaceful day. As she swam past, I could not help but reflect on my past and her bullying ways, day after day.

Now, each morning and afternoon, King Usman and Queen Jasminda surveyed the land. Pretty much at about noon, they mounted their winged stallions, direct descendants of the thought-to-be mythical Pegasus, and took to the sky side by side, looking for things in the kingdom to improve. Yep, that would be winged stallions, just like I said. The king and queen each had one with mighty wings that could take them to the edge of the sky if they so wished.

Young Squanto was a son of the Wassouk Native American Indian tribe and was proud to be so. His father, Yiska, was the chief storyteller of the clan. A very prestigious position to hold in almost any group. Yiska had a blessed gift poured down on him from above for telling stories and the like.

Gizmo and Trina sang simple swamp songs as they skipped through the murky swampland, which they daily called home. Many claimed that it was a stinky swamp, but these two had gotten used to the scent. It had gotten to the point where, to them, it simply smelled like home. I know what you are probably saying to yourself, “How does a swamp song sound?” We will get to that, my young friend; just wait and see. The two had become very skilled at taking charge at conquering the challenges of life that were so much a part of Dismal Swamp.

Nimeona Panya leo; hayuko kwenye kukodisha na uwepo wake unasumbua amani ya nyumba yangu. Sio nyumbani kwangu, haitatokea. Mimi ni Mfalme wa ngome hii, panya nyumbani kwangu ni shida sana. Kunyanyasa na haraka, lakini sio darasani kidogo, sitaacha hadi apate mahali pengine pa kukaa. Nina mpango, mimi ndiye mwanamume katika nyumba hii, bora kuliko panya anayepiga. Nitamfanya apakie jibini lake na kunyakua valise yake. Nitamtuma kutoka nyumbani kwangu kutafuta mahali pengine pa kuzurura. Aliushika mkia wake na kuonesha uoga mdogo wa kunaswa kwenye mpango alioupanga mwanaume.

I awaken most days wondering if I have it in me to make a positive difference in someone’s life. It isn’t something I need to plan for, it is a path I must step upon and be prepared to walk in faith without deviation or separation. It's all about having the spirit willing to share.

When I woke up, I panicked because it was the first day of school. Yep, this is the day that I start the fifth grade. “Carson!” my mom yelled. I immediately ran downstairs. Mom had made me a big breakfast. “My favorite!” I said. “Yep,” she replied. “A stack of pancakes, bacon, eggs, sausage, and a tall glass of chocolate milk.” I hugged her with the biggest hug I could come up with because she’s never able to make my favorite breakfast these days.

This life-saving publication has been made possible through the life-long commitment of “Grand Master Florendo Visitacion”, and the remarkable teaching and training skills of Professor David James, and Assistant Commissioner and Chief Firearms Instructor Alberta Ancrum Osu!

"Is it your plan to lay in the bed until the goddamn rapture? I mean, c’mon, so you took a hit, life goes on. Let's not forget, through it all, you are still Nikki Evelyn Armstrong. A decorated veteran honored by two counties. The recipient of multiple citations and awards for enforcement of the law, with dignity, honor, and integrity. You are a walking, breathing, recognized American hero. So, my dear sister, why don’t you act like it?”

The 10,000-year conflict between the Wiley clan and the Balfore tribe had ceased hostility for a little over 100 years. There was still no love between the two, but all of the other clans were happy that what seemed like a never-ending dispute was over. The sounding of a truce brought a sense of peace to Brisbane 5 and the rest of the known galaxies. It was understood throughout the neighboring solar systems that hostilities could erupt again if a sneeze were misunderstood, or a toe stepped on inadvertently.

Just as man was created by intelligent design, sadly, the idea of mass incarceration has been formed by the lesser minds of humankind. I fully recognize that the title, I Weep for the Nation That Rebukes Integration in Favor of Mass Incarceration, is a mouthful. It is also words that must be bellowed from atop the kingdom's walls. If you have the ability to comprehend, then listen to this audiobook. If you have the slightest interest in truth, then listen to these words.

This is a continuing effort by author and poet, Vinny Green to share his blessing from above to share his inspired words and thoughts. He continues to share the inspired words that come to mind in the hope of touching hearts and inspiring minds.

As this and his previous works demonstrate, Vinny’s life has been devoted to family and the demise of corruption, this particular work delves into Vinny’s formative years growing up in the Bayview Housing Projects of Canarsie, Brooklyn, as a member of an African American family living in a predominately white housing development, which offered a well-stocked feeding trough in both hardy and at times, difficult to swallow formative meals in the nurturing and maturing of a corruption fighter.

This volume of Corruption in the 21st Century entitled And They Were Led by Corruption: Planting Seeds to Devalue and Devour Our Crops from Within will provide insight to students, practicing investigators, businesses that are potential victims of corruption, and corruption fighting agencies, worldwide. The publications that make up Corruption in the 21st Century will introduce listeners to actual cases of corruption. None of the volumes will contain the actual names of participants or victims of these schemes.

After meeting with the highest levels of government in several developing nations plagued by corruption, I engaged in discussions focused on planning steps to bring corruption to its knees. After these discussions, I was asked to prepare a plan of action that had the possibility of being a valuable resource in helping developing and, so-called, “Third World Nations” as they continued to move forward in the struggle to take on this battle, and bring about a victorious end to the stronghold that corruption seemed to have in these governmental institutions.

The existence of the tiny kingdom of Little-Bod, in a land also known as The Roof of the World, has been challenged by the evil and demonic COVID-19 Dragon clan. This clan has been terrorizing the good people of Little-Bod and raining down disease without the slightest care. In times past, the valiant Dhundup clan has always taken on any foe of Little-Bod with the intent of protecting the kingdom and rising to meet any challenge on behalf of the king and queen.

It has been said that no facet of investigative work is more open to improvement through practice than the techniques used in conducting surveillance. Surveillance is not, and should not be, regarded as a haphazard “hit or miss” operation. Prior preparation and planning are essential because once the operation has commenced, opportunities to reorganize it are extremely challenging. Given the existence of this difficulty, it is of paramount importance to understand why surveillance is being done and how it is to be executed.

In this sharing from the heart, I attempt to explore love and, in some instances, hate in their many forms and sources. I have loved and been in love for more than half a century. I have endured broken hearts and might have even broken one or two, although as I look in the mirror, I seriously doubt it. I have foolishly thought I had it all figured out, only to come to the realization that when it comes to love and being in love, I have but scratched the surface, and my vision remains severely trammelled.

Nikki Armstrong continued to work hard at making a difference in her precinct, and anywhere else where she thought she could help. Much of her efforts were met with resistance from the powers that be, but she never saw any of it as a significant obstacle. Unlike the hordes of naysayers who saw law enforcement as a job, Nikki embraced it as not only her profession but also a calling. They were welcome to spend their careers punching the proverbial clock while in Nikki’s calling there was no punching out or standing down, and absolutely never, ever, any thought of backing down.