God Created Puppies

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7 Months of Tears for My Pierre


Found a puppy under the house
So tiny looked like a wild field mouse
Hair tangled in dreadlock knots
Eyes so wide like large black spots
Tongue hanging down to the ground
Continual panting the only sound
Trembled as he watched to see
Looking deep judging could he trust me

Son-in-law said his name was Pierre
Fleas and ticks everywhere
Smelled to high heaven breath included
Alone from the rest he was excluded
Possessing only one testicle 
In his tiny way such a spectacle 
Picked him up from that place
Felt a tiny-tongue-kiss on my face

Waited at the vets until morning
As they opened came in storming
3 days later got the call
Picked him up clean, shots, and all
Received his first bone doggie tag
Showed him off did nothing but brag
My heart always burst with pride
As he never left staying at my side

He was the first incentive you see
To get off drugs and be the real me
In him I found unconditional love
Something only felt with God above
Never before has anyone stuck like glue
Events that life put you through
Even through the murder of my family
Pierre gave only love and sympathy

Worked so hard came home pale
Pierre waiting wagging his tail
During Saturdays we played games
Kisses afterwards always the same
At night cuddled to watch TV
Sat on my lap such a comfort to me
We slept together in the same bed
On his own pillow after prayers were said

One day mom called to tell
Pierre was sick would not get well
Flew home as fast as I could arrive
Pierre was gone no longer alive
Sank down to the floor into a tiny ball
7 months of tears that would continually fall
Day after day eyes blood red
Day after day more tears shed

Took his dog tags of all those years
Carried them close my biggest fear
Lose the only thing left of him I had
My aching heart is still very sad
Hallucinations of his stark
I can hear him growl with a bark
Strongest friendship I have ever known
Evidence of him in my heart still shown

My best friend he became
Forever in my spirit he will remain
No matter when I stop to remember
My darkest day in every year's November
When my loving soul and best friend
Took my heart along with him
With all my love and joy within
I pray he is happy in doggie heaven

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©LadyAnn Graham-Gilreath
October 3, 2015

Clash of Civilizations

Norway
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Sweden
https://youtu.be/-uNBoUqGvVs

Germany & Austria
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France
https://youtu.be/vgtTqS92m-I

Italy
https://youtu.be/fX73ggsMNEI

Spain
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Russia
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Hungary
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Sweden better than Denmark
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Jews attacked https://youtu.be/a6JHJxnQhpI

Berlin police overwelmed
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London
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Londonistan
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Holland
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Poland
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Tennessee
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Geert
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whoever saves a single life

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"In one famous instance, the legal code turned almost poetiic, as Rabbi Judah [the Prince] cited the lengthly warning in the rabbinic judges delivered to witnesses testifying in capital cases:

'How are witnesses inspired with awe in capital cases?' the Mishna begins. 'They are brought in and admonished as follows:  In case you may want to offer testimony that is only conjecture or hearsay or secondhand evidence, even from a person you consider trustworthy; or in the event you do not know that we shall test you by cross-examination and inquiry, then know that capital cases are not like monetary cases.  In monetary cases, a man can make monetary restitution and be forgiven, but in capital cases both the blood of the man put to death and the blood of his (potential) descendants are on the witness's head until the end of time.  For thus we find in the case Cain, who killed his brother, that it is written:  "The bloods of your brother cry unto Me "(Gen. 4:10)--that is, his blood and the blood of his potential descendants....  Therefore was the first man, Adam, created alone, to teach us that whoever destroys a single like, the Bible considers it as if he destroyed an entire world.  And whoever saves a single life, the Bible considers it as if he saved an entire world.....'

Telushkin, Jewish Literacy, New York, 1991, pp. 151-52. 

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Guest Writer Dr. Jim Garrow: The Inevitable War

Posted On Jan 31 2014

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It didn’t take long to establish the fact that the relationship that I had walked into with the school in Chongqing that was bringing us in to set up an elite “International” department was rather unique and special, to say the least. Apart from the ceremonies that had the usual speeches and toasts and the usual expected words like “cooperation”, “long term relationships”, “honor”, I did not fully understand the location itself nor the historic place that it was. My assistant brought me up to speed very quickly when an official asked for a meeting.

The school that had welcomed me was actually situated on the grounds (or vis versa) of the tiny museum that formed the street front facade stretching in each direction going up a hill and down a hill. The other side of the road seemed to be a park with fencing running all the way up and down the hill. Walking up the hill 100 yards brought me across the street from guards in gatehouses and a brick drive that wound up a bit of a wooded hill and disappeared in behind the hill as it wound around the hill. This was the Communist Party headquarters for Chongqing and the second most powerful seat of the Communist Party outside of the Central Committee Headquarters in Beijing. The elite of the Communist Chinese world met behind these fences in some immense and beautifully crafted buildings reminiscent of the Forbidden City of historic renown. Convenient for the children of this elite was the location of our school just across and down from their parents seat of power.

But back to my assistants eye opening description of the grounds, the school, the museum, the old building just to the side of the entrance from the street and past the tank traps and guarded gates of our school. That old building still houses the printing press used by Chou Enlai (Zhou Enlai) when he produced the newspaper of the revolution of the 1930’s. This was the center of the retreat at the western end of the Japanese invasion. It was here that many hid. My office was dug out of the cliffs overhanging the Jialing River as it coursed down to Jai Fang Bei in central Chongqing where it met the Yangtze. This confluence was where the Japanese slaughtered over 600,000 Chinese. And it was here that I sat behind a desk in a cave previously occupied by Chou Enlai (Zhou Enlai himself. Yikes, I was at the center of a major part of the history and development of what is today the Peoples Republic of China.

What has just been described is a history lovers paradise and for me this was kid in the candy store, exciting and cool. I wandered everywhere that I could and often without my driver, translator or assistant. That would drive them nuts but I loved being able to do it. The side alleyways that led to houses where the common folks lived was a trip into many years ago and many centuries past. I enjoyed the surprise of the old folks who rarely ever saw a white person and most assuredly never walking unaccompanied down the dusty streets into “no foreigner land”. A regular routine was going to a noodle restaurant which had tables right on the street and which was very popular at lunch time with nearly every table occupied by loud groups of older folks who always seemed to settle down when I came and tried to get a place to sit. I would just point at what someone else was eating and didn’t converse with anyone, just watched as they watched me. After a few weeks the novelty seemed to wear off and nobody paid much attention to me. By this time I was ordering in Mandarin and saying a few words that always brought a smile. Yes, I was butchering the language so badly that they held back the laughter. Its called manners.

A defining moment came not from these encounters but in the form of a phone call from the English Principal of one of our schools in another part of China and a request that I come quickly; there was a serious issue that only I could address. I flew out that evening and came face to face with a cutural no no created by a well meaning newbie to China. He had asked that his students bring items associated with the Japanese occupation which they were studying as part of a unit of world history. No students showed up for school the next day. Now that is really significant in a school with 2800 students. A Ghost town is what I would compare my former booming school to that next morning when I pulled up with my Principal and our resident translator. It would appear that this was the second day of a boycott of the school over an “inappropriate and insensitive” request by the foreigner. I was looking forward to meeting an ancient fellow who always stood inside the gate of the school and welcomed the student with a smile which was always greeted by the students with a hurried little bow or wave or a word. Seemed to be your typical Grandfather. Boy was I wrong. Ben, the name that I had given him over the few years that we had been a factor in that school, was apparently an honored survivor of those days and had meet with Mao way back. He was in his 90’s but was energetic and spry with an infectious grin. He also ran the place. He wasn’t just the greeter of children, he was a hero to this city, province, nation. In the past he would always smile at me and give me the little hands together nod. I always gave him a small bow in reciprocity as an honor to a senior. We liked each other. I was summoned to a meeting with school officials to put things right. Sitting at the side of the room was Ben away from the action. The Minister of Education for the Province was sitting at the table, the Mayor was there (this City had 8 million people in it – we were the elite school) my translator was there and my seat was across the table from the Minister (a lady). We had green tea, which I thought was a good sign. I gave the expected welcome and shut up and listened. In the minds of the folks at the table a great injury had been done and had to be rectified appropriately. This wasn’t a mere tongue lashing in a mannerly Chinese way it was an indicator of a severe cultural betrayal and hurt to the Chinese people. We were in deep doo doo. I asked my translator not to say a word until the Minister had finished what she had to say and asked for a quick two sentence summary. All the while keeping my eyes in a respectful manner on the Minister of Education who I knew from ceremonies and a dinner or two that we had shared.

I gave much thought to crafting an answer that would be appropriate penance for this hurt and did what I thought best. The teacher was to be replaced and there was going to be a real scramble to make that happen and to put someone from another school into the position. I had the perfect guy in mind. When I had finished my supplications and the translation was given there was dead silence for minutes and I wondered how badly I had blown it. The surprising response came not from the Minister but from Ben, my friend, who summarized what had gone on, what was expected and the fact that he considered me to be an honorable man and one who cared deeply for the children. He stated that he had been a careful observer of the respect that I had shown during the raising of the flag, the playing of the Chinese national anthem and all ceremonies that he had seen me in attendance . The fact that I had flown many hours to get there and handle the situation myself spoke to my willingness to do what was right. He appreciated all that and as he rose he gave instruction to all in the room as to what would be acceptable and urged us all to do the best that we could in training those in our charge. When he turned to leave, all in the room rose and stood in respect. We handled it and moved on.

It was Ben who answered my questions about the relationship between China and Japan. He summarized it for me in two words, “One day…”.

War is inevitable and is culturally defined as being a necessary answer to the rape of Nanjing, Chongqing and the defilement of the nation and its pride from many years ago. I would suggest that America get out of the way or China will be merciless. Our ally must eventually face the music that it created alone.

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About the Author

Dr. Jim Garrow is the Director of the Bethune Institute and its Pink Pagoda Girls Program, Former Principal, President, Teachers College Principal, Registered Psychologist and Family and Marriage Therapist, Author of the Pink Pagoda: One Man's Quest To End Genocide In China, Husband of 1, Father of 4, Grandfather of 3, Popular host/co-host/guest on Radio and Television Programs Across America, Canada, Britain and Australia.

Read more at http://politichicks.com/2014/01/guest-writer-dr-jim-garrow-inevitable-war

Dr. Jim Garrow

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Conjecture or Reality - Obama's Muslim Heritage:

I'm going to make this short to cut down on the laughter being heard around the world. In the years preceding Obama's ascension to the throne of America, it was clearly understood by various intelligence agencies around the world that Barry was such a compromised and comprisable "asset" of someone that he would be easily exposed or used. The great surprise was that the media in America was so in bed with Bathhouse Barry that no real reporting was done on his history and past. Today of course the scurrying around to cover what was known then and ignored and the total misdirection of attention away from what was important to that which was superfluous and emotion driven claptrap won the day.

So what is it that the intelligence agencies of the world have known since the early days of Obama's days in Chicago? 1/ That he was bisexual and a male prostitute 2/ That he was a Saudi plant and a devout muslim from his days as a youth at a madrassas school for budding imams.

These two collective facts have been vetted by the best in the world and the only laughter being heard today is that of those who are benefiting from having a man whose loyalties are well known and not underpinned by any loyalty to America.

- Dr. Jim Garrow -

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ChemTrails

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indigo skycode

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MSLSD!

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Jonah Gldberg had this to say about the rather revealing sentiments expressed by Melissa Harris-Perry in an MSNBC “Lean Forward” clip:

Before we get to all that, a word about the ad campaign itself. In one sense these ads are like the question, “You want extra?” from the masseuse at a shady Vietnamese massage parlor — proof that all pretense at propriety is exactly that, pretense. This is supposed to be a news network. Moreover, it is supposed to be a news network that constantly boasts of its professional and philosophical superiority to Fox News (and it’s true; except for ratings, influence, quality, and profit MSNBC kicks Fox’s butt). And yet, they run testimonials to state power with a frequency that rivals North Korean TV.

But in another sense these ads are the “extra” itself — a rather sad and perfunctory attempt to satisfy urges that barely rise above the masturbatory. The self-love oozes from the screen as the hosts’ inner-15-year-olds realize this is their chance to prove they’re as great as their favorite social-studies teacher told them they were!

Thanks to the magic of Hollywood, they preen for the cameras with an almost post-coital glow as they deliver their little sermonettes that amount to pointless verbal onanism. Hey, look. There’s no-necked Ed Schultz at a diner, looking like he’s having one last cup of coffee before he has to work up a sweat burying the corpse of a dissident union official still moldering in the trunk of his ten-year-old Coupe de Ville. And there’s Rachel Maddow (looking a bit like that aforementioned dead union official) trying to give her Stakhanovite commitment to infrastructure projects a romantic hue.

All Your Children Belong to Us

And now there’s Melissa Harris-Perry. By now you’ve heard of or seen the ad, but just in case here it is. In short, she thinks the idea that your kids are, well, yours is outdated and counterproductive.

Rich Lowry, praise be upon him, offers a fine summary of what Harris-Perry is getting at here. Actually, no disrespect to the guy who signs my paycheck (who is not only a powerful man, but a handsome one) but Harris-Perry herself was more than clear enough about what she’s after. The thing is only 30 seconds long, very highly produced, and straight to the point.

This is important because Harris-Perry is now simultaneously insisting she won’t apologize and insisting that she didn’t say what she so obviously said. In the ad she’s talking about the role of government, government investments, and ridiculing the idea of “private” ownership of kids. “We have to break through,” she urged, “our kind of private idea that kids belong to their parents or kids belong to their families.” Now she claims she was talking about civil society and voluntarism?

As the guy who took Obama to his first stable said when the president was about to step in some equine feces, “Oh, that’s horses***.”

Jonathan Cahn 2015 Prophecy - Jonathan Cahn

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One may well ask: "How can you advocate breaking some laws and obeying others?" The answer lies in the fact that there are two types of laws: just and unjust. I would be the first to advocate obeying just laws. One has not only a legal but a moral responsibility to obey just laws. Conversely, one has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws. I would agree with St. Augustine that "an unjust law is no law at all."

• Martin Luther King, Jr., Letter from a Birmingham Jail[3] (16 April 1963).

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• The non-violent Negro is seeking to create the beloved community. He directs his attack on the forces of evil rather than on individuals. The tensions are not between the races, but between the forces of justice and injustice; between the forces of light and darkness.
  • Speech delivered in Finney Chapel at Oberlin College (February 7, 1957), as reported in "When MLK came to Oberlin" by Cindy Leise (The Chronicle-Telegram; January 21, 2008)

• "An individual has not begun to live until he can rise above the narrow horizons of his particular individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity. And this is one of the big problems of life, that so many people never quite get to the point of rising above self. And so they end up the tragic victims of self-centeredness. They end up the victims of distorted and disrupted personality."
• Conquering Self-centeredness, Sermon Delivered at Dexter Avenue Baptist Church on 11 August 1957 in Montgomery, Alabama; page 3

And:

The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.

Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase.

Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.

Life's most persistent and urgent question is, 'What are you doing for others?

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.

I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.

We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.

Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend.

We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools.

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One may well ask: "How can you advocate breaking some laws and obeying others?" The answer lies in the fact that there are two types of laws: just and unjust. I would be the first to advocate obeying just laws. One has not only a legal but a moral responsibility to obey just laws. Conversely, one has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws. I would agree with St. Augustine that "an unjust law is no law at all."

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• Martin Luther King, Jr., Letter from a Birmingham Jail[3] (16 April 1963).

Eye Candy

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Legal Pot...

"But let’s set these aside and suppose, for the sake of argument, that the free production, commercialization and consumption of cannabis proves in practice to do no harm, or at least much less harm than other products, such as cigarettes, that are permitted. What then? What would that tell us about policy towards drugs in general?

Not very much, I am afraid, for what is true of cannabis might not be true of other drugs. In other words, wise policy for cannabis might not be wise policy for ketamine, LSD, cocaine, or dexamphetamine. It is surely difficult to envisage (except for those who value consistency above prudence as a political virtue) a situation in which one could buy any or all of these drugs as if they were bread or chocolate.

To this, of course, the response might be that what is envisaged is a controlled market, as the sale of alcohol is controlled in the province of Ontario, or indeed is subject to restrictions to one degree or another throughout the Western world. There is, after all, something between a completely free market and total prohibition.

Such a controlled market would entail the abandonment of the abstract libertarian principle that everyone should be free to do anything he liked so long as he did no (direct) harm to others. It would mean conceding that the state had a legitimate interest in what its citizens did. But it seems to me almost as impossible to envisage the state actually supervising, and therefore inspecting, the sale of all—or indeed any—of the above-mentioned drugs to its citizens, as to imagine a totally free market in them."

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As a natve American (born in NYC), I was particularly puzzled how one of the great colonies and later US states, home of the authors of the Declaration, the Constitution, the Bill of Rights, and various other foundation stones of freedom and free enterprise, could presume to socialize a government monopoly for the sale of packaged alcoholic beverages. Virginia does not apparently trust the authorities of Scotland, Jamaica, France, Canada, Kentucky, and other government approved certifiers of quality and quantity to protect the alcohol consumers in its silly Commonwealth from counterfeit, adulterated, watered-down, or bootlegged Scotch, Rum, Cognac, Champagne, Vermouth, Canadian Whisky, Bourbon, Southern Comfort, Tequila, Courvoisier, Jameson Irish, or Mount Gay.

In fact, the thoughtful control freaks of Virginia won’t let anyone but their own state owned enterprise purvey packaged liquors to the consumer or make a profit from the business. They run hundreds of “package stores” staffed by state employees, in state owned buildings on state owned or leased tax-free real estate, where they pay no income tax, license tax, employer payroll tax, need not carry insurance, account for their receipts, sales tax collections, or inventory taxes. They have every advantage that no private employer or merchant can get and they have a monopoly enforced by arrest, prosecution and imprisonment. This is America?

New York State perceived a problem with gambling, with bookies, and the numbers racket afflicting poor and uneducated people. Their solution was to establish Socialized Bookmaking, where anyone above a certain age is free under the law to wager against the State. Off-Track-Betting and then the State Lottery were brought in with all those comparative business advantages of Virginia’s liquor stores, plus a massive advertising budget to lure idiots on subways, busses, billboards, radio and television to risk hard-earned cash on a fool’s game designed by Madison Avenue doctors of psychology to create the maximum addictive effect on its victims.

Now every state is doing it. When the decriminalize prostitution, you can be assured that the State will make all the hookers abandon their independent contractor status and become State Employees licensed, inspected, inured, and paid through the state’s VISA and MasterCard processing system after a nominal fee is extracted. The State will be the Pimp.

Big Brother

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"Today, Friday 31 July 2015, 9am CEST, WikiLeaks publishes "Target Tokyo", 35 Top Secret NSA targets in Japan including the Japanese cabinet and Japanese companies such as Mitsubishi, together with intercepts relating to US-Japan relations, trade negotiations and sensitive climate change strategy.

The list indicates that NSA spying on Japanese conglomerates, government officials, ministries and senior advisers extends back at least as far as the first administration of Prime Minister Shinzo Abe, which lasted from September 2006 until September 2007. The telephone interception target list includes the switchboard for the Japanese Cabinet Office; the executive secretary to the Chief Cabinet Secretary Yoshihide Suga; a line described as "Government VIP Line"; numerous officials within the Japanese Central Bank, including Governor Haruhiko Kuroda; the home phone number of at least one Central Bank official; numerous numbers within the Japanese Finance Ministry; the Japanese Minister for Economy, Trade and Industry Yoichi Miyazawa; the Natural Gas Division of Mitsubishi; and the Petroleum Division of Mitsui."

The Spyfiles 4

2014-09-15

Today, 15 September 2014, WikiLeaks releases previously unseen copies of weaponised German surveillance malware used by intelligence agencies around the world to spy on journalists, political dissidents and others.

FinFisher (formerly part of the UK based Gamma Group International until late 2013) is a German company that produces and sells computer intrusion systems, software exploits and remote monitoring systems that are capable of intercepting communications and data from OS X, Windows and Linux computers as well as Android, iOS, BlackBerry, Symbian and Windows Mobile devices. FinFisher first came to public attention in December 2011 when WikiLeaks published documents detailing their products and business in the first SpyFiles release.

https://www.gammagroup.com/default.aspx

https://wikileaks.org/spyfiles3

"Documents in Spy Files #3 include sensitive sales brochures and presentations used to woo state intelligence agencies into buying mass surveillance services and technologies. Spy Files #3 also includes contracts and deployment documents, detailing specifics on how certain systems are installed and operated.

Internet spying technologies now being sold on the intelligence market include detecting encrypted and obfuscated internet usage such as Skype, BitTorrent, VPN, SSH and SSL. The documents reveal how contractors work with intelligence and policing agencies to obtain decryption keys.

The documents also detail bulk interception methods for voice, SMS, MMS, email, fax and satellite phone communications. The released documents also show intelligence contractors selling the ability to analyse web and mobile interceptions in real-time."

[The site IS safe.  Google is warning because authorities have warned Google to make this material unavailable by posting a warning.  If you click "more details" there is an open link to the material there, which is entirely safe, but which they want to scare you about. Doubtless, your visit to that link will be reported to the NSA.]

If you trust the USG, the ATF, the IRS, etc., you still might not like that customers of FinFisher could be ANY government anywhere in the world including Mongolia, Oman, Dubai, Estonia, Pakistan, Vietnam, and even Nigeria.   Everyone in Nigeria is part of a criminal enterprise or two so your data could go into the hands of such crooks.  If you think Nigeria wouldn't allow that to happen, ask yourself "how many arrests have ever been made in Nigeria for the infamous 419 Advance Fee Fraud racket.