Lincoln visits a Holocaust survivor, a book review of Land of Lincoln, adventures in Abe’s America by Andrew Ferguson


I sat for the past few days besides doing yard work, I stuck my nose in a book called Land of Lincoln Adventures in Abe’s America by Andrew Ferguson. I honestly had a hard tome putting this book down. I think in some way across the United States or even for that matter the world we all have a little bit of “Honest Abe” deep within all of us.

We all start out with humble beginnings and most of us in the world are not born with a silver spoon in our mouth. We usually grow up and everyday we learn something new and strive for knowledge just as Abraham Lincoln had all his life. Trying to come out of hardship and manual labor, Abraham Lincoln Strove to learn and to better himself so he could eventually become more, because he knew he had it in him. As a young man he studied Law, while struggling financially with failed businesses behind him and menial jobs. Eventually he would become a Lawyer, run for the state senate, Win a Presidential Race, and go on to be the 16th President of the United States.

He struggled through his life with depression, and being Bi-Polar. Most of us in the world can relate to that. Again we have all struggled with depression, among some of those who struggle with being Bi-Polar. He had married Mary Todd Lincoln. She was a well educated woman from a fairly wealthy family. Who in their own rights had not really approved of her marriage or courtship to Lincoln. He was not from wealth, and later on her families estate would come under a lawsuit as to who was to take control of the property her family had owned. Being again they did not approve of her marriage and they definitely were not in favor of the Emancipation Proclamation, as Mary’s Family were slave owners themselves. These are all the types of struggles as being human we can relate to across the world.

Whether you know alot about Lincoln or you do not we can all relate in some way or another. On a fateful evening in April we had lost one of the greatest Presidents that America had known . A gunman named James Wilkes Booth entered where Lincoln had been been sitting and shot Mr. Lincoln in the back of the head. He dove to the stage below and yelled “sic semper tyrannis”, translated ” Thus always the Tyrants”. As he dove and hit the stage he had Broken his Leg and thus the greatest manhunt, in the history of the United States began, possibly even the world. Booth was killed in a barn set ablaze as soldiers opened fire. But not before he could stop at the house of Dr. Mudd. Mudd helped booth with his leg and that is where the saying came from your name is Mudd.

So I am reading this book and towards the end of the book I come across a story I will probably never ever forget as long as I live. I cannot tell it as well as the author Andrew Ferguson so below I will quote his book his story as he traveled the path of Abraham Lincoln and tried to figure out who Lincoln was and why he was so great.

Excerpt from Land of Lincoln

Adventures in Abe’s America

By. Andrew Ferguson

Frank told me he’d moved to Springfield four years ago with his three daughter, the oldest who was now in high school. ” I wanted them to get a better start in life, Jacksonville is a town of seventeen thousand. Springfield has a hundred and ten thousand people. There’s more opportunity to get ahead, just so long as I can keep up with them away from the gangbangers and the knuckleheads out there”. His original hope was to get a job with the state government. ” Hopefully somewhere I could use my personality and my people skills, I prefer a job that is people intensive”. Unable to find a government job, he went to work at the Hilton, hoping the flow of politicians and officials in and out all day would give him the contacts that eventually pay off.

” It hasn’t happened yet, and I think sometimes, well, why? now I think I know why. Last Tuesday morning, I’m at my desk here, and there’s some kind of commotion at the front desk. I ventured over to see if I could be of assistance. A tell gentleman was standing there, very old, very feeble. It appeared to me that he was suffering from Parkinson’s disease or a disease of that kind. He was having trouble conversing. He spoke in broken English. The girl behind the desk says to me “Frank, We cannot understand what this gentleman is saying. We’re having trouble here.”

” Well if you listened closely and concentrated hard, pretty soon you could put two and two together and understand some of what the man was saying. He was experiencing difficulty entering his room, so I escorted him to the elevator and we were able to use the key to get him in the room. He was very grateful that I had been of assistance and he said he wanted to show me something”.

” It was a letter, dated April 1965, “Frank said. ” It was from the mayor of Springfield— The Mayor at the time. It was addressed to this gentleman in Prague, Czechoslovakia. That’s where he was from, Czechoslovakia. The letter from the mayor thanked him for his interest in Abraham Lincoln, and invited him to Springfield, as a guest of the Mayor. It said, You come here to see the home and the tomb and the Lincoln shrines as our guest, and we will give you the key to the city. Well, apparently, it took him forty years to save enough to get here, but he made it.

” Then the man tells me his story. Suddenly he stands up straight as can be as he tells me. He said He’d been in a concentration camp. He pulled up his sleeve and said this. Every time he mentioned the concentration camp he pulled up his sleeve, and you could see the number there. He knew about Abraham Lincoln and George Washington from when he learned about them in school as a boy.

” Now here’s what’s interesting . When he was in the concentration camp, and he was all alone in his cell, it was the worst time of his life and he didn’t think he could go on anymore, and he said Mr. Lincoln came to him.

” Mr. Lincoln stood right in front of him, just like I’m standing here in front of you, and Lincoln said to him , ” You never forget: All men are created equal. This is true for all men all times, and these men who would do this thing to you, who put you here, they’re no better than you. You are equal, because all men are created equal, you keep remembering this, and you persevere, you’ll be all right”.

” Well this is what the gentleman said, in his broken English. I don’t know about ghosts I’m skeptical, But this is what the man said. I get a chill thinking about it”.

” Well, from this time onward, the man says he knew he was going to be alright. he knew he was going to persevere, and he vowed if he ever got out of the concentration camp, he would come to Springfield, to thank Mr. Lincoln, he was so grateful. He’d written a poem for Lincoln and he had to recite it for him. That’s what he said. He had three flowers on the bed, they were the plastic kind, two red, one white, carnations. He said he had to go to Lincoln’s tomb and give him the flowers and recite this poem.

” Then he recited the poem for me, right there in the room. I didn’t understand it, of course. He was hunched up in the back, but he stood up straight as can be when he said it, this old man. He put his hand over his heart. He was shaking.”

Frank left him and went down to his post in the lobby and called the mayor’s office. The opening for the Lincoln museum was a week away, and everyone on the mayors’s staff was busy. Someone suggested Frank call the convention and visitors’ bureau, and a woman named Alicia Erickson, who specialized  in dealing with foreign tourist groups, arrived a few minutes later. ” I told her, you have to help this gentleman, but be careful, because I’m thinking he’s on some kind of death walk, Alicia , I think this is his final trip, This is something he’s got to do before he dies. ” Alicia told me later what happened after that.

” His name was Mr. Dubin, Henri Dubin, ” she said. ” He was sweet and very gentle, but he was frail, very thin, and kind of hunched over— and very hard to understand. Only Frank could really understand him, I think. And he was just insistent that he had to visit Lincoln’s tomb right then, that day. He couldn’t wait because he had to fly back home the next day.

“So I got him in my car and we drove out to the tomb. He was carrying the flowers in his lap. I don’t think he could hear me that well, because when I would ask something he didn’t really answer. So we didn’t do much talking.

” At the tomb he walked around the outside very slowly. Then we went inside. You know how at the tomb you kind of go down a hallway and turn, then you go down another hallway and turn again, before you get to the actual tomb?”

I told her I did, at every turn is a small Lincoln statue, molded after the more famous ones around the country. There’s Anna Hyatt Huntington’s on the circuit, and the Saint-Gaudens from Chicago, and of course French’s form the memorial in Washington.

” Well he had to stop at every statue. He’d put his hand on it and study it, stare at it. By the time we got to the grave he was crying. He was very emotional. He took one look at the tomb and let me tell you: that man got down on his knees and kissed the ground. Then he laid the flowers there, and he got back up, and he stood straight as he could and recited his poem. Tears were streaming down his face. his voice was very strong and clear. then he looks at me and he kind if sighs and he says, ” Yes, Now it’s over.” He says, ” We can go.”

Mr. Dubin slept most of the next day and then through the night.

” The next morning, ” Frank told me, ” we got him to the airport. I made sure my friends at the airlines understood how feeble this man was, that they had to take special care of him. When I got him to the Check-in, he couldn’t help himself, he was crying again. He turned to me and he said, ” Frank, God sent you to help me find Lincoln. You are an angel. ” And he hugged me.”

Standing there by his desk in the Hilton lobby, Frank didn’t say anything for a while. ” I told a lady friend about this last week, after it happened. she said to me, ” Frank, you want to know why you haven’t got your job in the government yet— that’s why. You had to be there, at the Hilton. ” she said, God wanted you to be there to help this man!” Maybe so. I’m Skeptical, I’m a skeptical man


Andrew Ferguson


Well after I finished this book on one mans journey I discovered like I said there is a little Lincoln in everyone, and I have a few new places and people I now need to talk to. Well enough typing for the night off to watch some Tv and then off to bed. Goodnight to all my readers.


Moments in time REMEMBERING!!!


Photo by:1st Sense photography

Location: Spring Grove Illinois

As Memorial day 2018 Fast Approaches and we sit and Barbecue, we tend to forget those who served our country. We sit with our families at Parades honoring those who fell, and our children chase after candy. Yet after we go home and start the festivities of fishing, camping, and cooking on the grill. We never attend what happens after the parade. Usually every parade ends at a cemetery, and eulogies and a roll call for those lost in the many wars fought for this country are given. Flags adorn the graves of those lives lost and those who served but have since passed from this world. The Photo above I found this marker in a local cemetery in Spring Grove, Illinois. It made me think about who this man was, what he saw, the fact it was not a mechanized war but many men still lost their lives. I think we tend to forget the smaller wars, because our education mainly hit on wars such as the Revolutionary war, The Civil War, World War 1 and 2. The Smaller wars get buried in books somewhere, Wars such as the War of 1812, The Mexican-American war, The Blackhawk war etc… We forget that men no matter where they were from defended their countries and beliefs.


Photo by: 1st Sense Photography

Location: Woodstock, Illinois

Here I was strolling taking photos during a memorial day parade my sons youth football team had been in. This is a sight I will never, ever forget, a memory emblazoned in my mind forever. The soldier stood guard against a pole with his sons, and daughter wearing shirts that said welcome home Daddy. I was Choked up and decided to pick up the camera. Whether or not they knew it they created a moment. these children probably watched their dad go off to war not knowing the consequences of war, and that their dad may never return home. Yet he did unlike many others before him. I guess in a way this was my way of thanking him for defending our freedom from terrorism.


Photo by: 1st Sense Photography

Location: Woodstock, Illinois

At the end of the Parade a new flag upon the square dedicated to those who served the flag is replaced every year by those who served. Boots, Dogtags and a Rifle with the helmet of a fallen soldier stood in front of me. The soldiers lowered the flag and stood at attention as a new one replaced it. I really wish I would have looked at the dog tags that adorned the memorial for the fallen. We forget as we live our everyday lives, these soldiers go out fight and die for the freedom we take for granted. We may be watching a ballgame at home, or fishing. While men fall we forget about them, and think our lives are a given.

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Photo by: 1st Sense Photography

Location: Tuscola, Illinois

a few years later I moved to a town called Atwood, Illinois. But before my ex and I moved there, she used to live in a tiny little town about half an hour away from Champaign, Illinois called Tuscola, Illinois. As I strolled the streets of Tuscola taking photos, I ran across this spray painted on a road for a fallen soldier. I actually was seeing this person meant something to someone. Sgt. Flynn Schultz was someones family, and friend I never knew the family, but I found this moving because it made you realize someone made this because he meant something to the people he knew and the people who lived in that tiny town. This may not have been how he wanted to be remembered as spray paint on a road in the middle of nowhere, but it was how someone made him remembered for a very long time to come. So when people walked past people would see his name and maybe take a second to pay their respects to a fallen soldier.

Hopefully this Memorial day before you go to parades, camp, go parties or whatever it is you may do, you will take the time out to remember those who died for your freedoms. If it is a moment of silence, or a prayer or writing maybe a memorial to someone you knew served and died for our country. Just all I ask is you REMEMBER!!!!

A life remembered, Msg. Timothy R. Bodden part 2



So this morning while I was sitting down to breakfast with my mom and dad, I started talking about the book The things they carried by Timothy O’Brien. Well I said that I think most soldiers during war cover up their actual feelings of what is going on around them by thinking about other things even if it is just about the color of the sky are the white clouds that are floating through it. Which reminded me of the scene in Forest Gump, when the clouds break and he sees the stars for the first time in a long time.

Well after talking about it, My dad started talking about as he calls him Bodden. Let me explain, Bodden Joined the Marines about the same time my father did, along with Richard Puckett. During Basic training they were almost inseparable.  You can call them the Three Musketeers, or the Three Amigos if you will. One of the first times my father got to start to know Bodden they were doing KP together. Well my Fathers job was to make the salad, and Bodden’s Job was to do the dishes. My father has never been much of a cook the microwave oven and anything quick to make is basically what he does. Well he said Bodden got along better with the drill sergeant than my father did. So Bodden told my father he would switch him Jobs because Bodden apparently loved to cook. So my dad wound out doing the dishes rather than the salad.

So further on in the discussion he talked about another incident with Bodden, Now I am not clear on whether it was in the barracks or they were at a bar or wherever it might have been. Another Marine had started with Bodden and according to my dad Bodden was not a very big guy but he said after studying martial arts that he could handle his own. Well the Marine starting apparently swung on Bodden and he put the other Marine to the ground as quickly as the fight started it ended.

After I wrote the original blog, A life remembered Msg. Timothy R. Bodden his Daughter whom he had never known wrote me and gave a thank you. She explained who she was her name was Leona Estes. She had informed me that she had never known her father because he went off to Vietnam before she was born, or to young maybe to remember either way she never got to know him. I included the full report on the incident where Bodden and his other crew members aboard a CH-46 were shot down on June 3rd 1967. Either he was the door gunner or another part of the crew. But Bodden had his back broken during the crash, and according to some was shot in the back Execution style either by the Viet-cong or the North Vietnamese. One or two members of the crew survived and lived to tell the tale. But they fought valiantly according to the reports trying to fend off the enemy.

A few years down the road a reply came to my wall on my blog from a Jeff Hinga. I am actually going to copy and paste here his story, Because I cannot tell it as well as he did because it is his story.

During this Memorial Day weekend I would like to post this about a marine named Timothy Bodden. Tim died on a mission in Vietnam and the significance of this tragedy is enormous for my family. You see, this mission was supposed to be my fathers but he had just got back from two back to back missions and Timothy pulled rank over him and made him stay behind while he took dads place on the chopper. My dad has always talked about this and credits his life and the lives of myself and my sister to Timothy Bodden. Rip Mr. Bodden. You are not forgotten.

– Jeff Hinga –

If it were not for Timothy Bodden and his Sacrifice, Mr, Hinga and his Sister would not be around today. This meant Bodden was a Hero in more than one way. Not only did he save a life but because of that life saved two more were created. Mr Hinga’s Father passed away on August 30th 2016, from complications stemming from the use of Agent Orange a chemical weapon during Vietnam. May he also be remembered for his Valiant service to this country and God rest his soul.

Today I decided to look up Tim again because I wondered how much had been posted since I originally wrote the first blog. Well I ran across an obituary for his mother Dorothy Bodden Semrau on In September of 2010 she passed away. But it said after her sons helicopter crash on June 3rd 1967, she had spent 34 years of her life in finding the whereabouts of her son. Traveling to foreign countries, speaking to their leaders, our presidents, congressman and anyone who would listen to her cause. She was probably so struck and upset by this event in her life that as a mother she would stop at nothing to bring her son home. She in a way is a Hero to because of her dedication to bringing home her son. Hopefully she is now at rest and spending time in Heaven with her son.

To end this little blog I would like to say when we were younger as kids my father often spoke of Bodden, and Puckett and some other Marine buddies. But suddenly after my mother had found out they pronounced him dead during a class she was teaching in genealogy. I think my father felt some sort of way because he stopped talking about his friend and was in his own way grieving in Marine fashion. My dad is still never good about his feelings and showing them. But that is my Father. I am proud to have him as my dad, My dad never reenlisted right before Vietnam and a few buddies went over and one never returned. As I said in the beginning I think soldiers use other methods like remembering them as being alive and not passed before they even really lived. I was shocked after I asked him years ago about Timothy Bodden I basically got the brush off like it was a sore subject which it might have been, and now he started to talk again. Hopefully maybe over the next few months he will open up with more stories I can write so the family and friends of Bodden can learn more about him. One more little tidbit though Bodden was a talker he loved talking to the point his other Marine Friends and acquaintances would ask does he ever shut up? I found that to be humorous since alot of people say the same thing about me. Hope this gives everyone a little more insight into the life of Msg. Timothy R. Bodden.

Timothy R. Bodden

Born November, 6 1942 Downers Grove, Illinois

Missing June 3rd, 1967 Laos, Vietnam

Pronunced KIA February 26,1980

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Would you change?

So I am sitting here watching an episode of Criminal Minds and It had a strong message of forgiveness. It also led you to the thought If something bad happened to you or to your family or friends, would you change those things if you could. I have thought about life decisions and where it has brought me in life. I think yes I made mistakes and bad decisions but people have been able to forgive me for those mistakes. It is part of life the word mistake.

We look at a mistake and we normally cannot correct the mistakes we made. Only time we can do that is when we decide to correct a spelling mistake or something like changing an answer on a test. But life mistakes we cannot go back and change. Those mistakes though are what has made us who we are. Holding grudges for others mistakes eventually has to stop and we have to think where would we be if those people had not made mistakes against us? Would we still be who we are, or have met the people we have met?

My son often comes to me and asks why did you marry mom? Let me explain this
His mother and I have been divorced many years now. Out of our relationship has come three beautiful children, 2 daughters and a son. I love all of them just as equally. I go back and I think what if I would not have married her, but then my thoughts go to my kids. I would not have had them if it were not for my Ex-wife. I do not completely ever blame her for the divorce as it takes two to not get along. We both made mistakes in order to get divorced. As much as I say it was her fault there were times I should have known better than to argue, or sometimes walk away and not talk. At one point I must have loved her dearly enough to have children with her. But the answer to my son was if it were not for your mother and I getting married you would not be around.

I had an accident when I was 18, and I tried to tell myself over and over, If I just would not have exceeded the speed limit. I would not have hit the telephone pole I hit and I still might be with one of my high school sweethearts. But who knows where that would have led for me? I mean we could have possibly been together awhile longer or stayed together. Only God knows honestly what would have happened?

I know there are absolutely some things I would have never changed ever my kids being one of them. But I come back and think on an incident back when I was in 6th Grade my Brother was in 7th. I may have been a small little twerp at that time. But I watched my brother get bullied and made fun of over and over again. I finally had decided enough was enough one day. As we were standing outside the school this kid Steve decided to come up say something and spit gum at my Brother. At that point I let my anger boil over and I grabbed Steve spun him and threw him against the brick wall and hit his head off that brick. Yes maybe it was a bit aggressive, but those kids never ever bothered my brother from that day on. Occasionally they would pass me in the hall and say something like hey its the twerp who has to defend his older brother under their breath. I would turn towards them look and they would walk away fast with their heads hung low.

So we all have a calling, and every choice we have made bad, or good has a purpose. We may not see that purpose until much later on but their is always a purpose. We may not even see that purpose while we are on this earth. But someday someone someday will tell stories or tell of how we inspired them. I have a few friends one in particular who inspire me everyday. I hope she knows who she is. Just like Both my parents have inspired me although I probably do not say it enough to them I truly love these people who inspire me.

Mein Kampf Exploring the evil of hitler and how it mirrors today.


So I started to read Mein Kampf written probably by the most evil man throughout the entire history of the world. He was set on world domination and power after his art had failed. We all know what he did and how the Nazi Regime fell with the fall of Berlin. But what do we really know about what drove him?

Early on in life we know Hitler was from Austria and they never considered Austrians true Germans. Although they sang the German Anthem and Spoke a dialect of German. Germans in Germany considered them to be outsiders. For most of his childhood it seemed fairly normal. When he grew to be a teenager he grew interested in painting and art. He strove to try to be the best. Yet his dad had told him art was basically unfruitful and told him to seek a real education and career. Not to long after he had lost his dad.

He decided that moving to Vienna, Austria to pursue art in the Art school was a good idea but when he tried to enroll they told him his art was just not good enough and that he was good with his drawing skills so he should pursue architecture. At this point in life he would sell his paintings on the street and attend Austrian Parliament meetings. So began his track into politics.

He would sit in Parliament meetings and watch them discuss and pass bills and laws or veto them. He would speak of how old and outdated not only the people in parliament were. But he would also speak of how outdated the system was. That the democracy involved in it was all wrong. That things should not be questioned it should just be. He went further into politics and picked up books on every empire and civilization and studied why they fell. He especially seemed enthralled by the Roman Empire the rise and the fall. He seemed quite obsessed with the Caesars power and how it was almost never questioned. But as we know the Caesars power almost never lasted either they died or in the worst case scenario they were assassinated by someone seeking power. They say that the fall of every empire is when the empire loses its morals.

In a few years the German labor party put out an invite to come to their meeting in a brauhaas and he questioned at first whether he should go or not. But as history will tell us he attended that meeting of only like 16 men in the beginning. He listened to their meeting their minutes being read 1st and from their discussing an updated government and basically what they would do to run it. He was convinced to go back time after time and I am pretty sure after the first meeting he pretty much was searching to take over deep down inside.

After attending several meetings he listened to their speakers but yet was unconvinced that speaker or speakers could motivate people enough, So eventually he started to speak although nervous at first, he became louder and more forceful with his tone and words that people listened to the man at the podium and believed what he was talking about. In a little while he decided their propaganda was not good enough and decided he would even run that himself. After being in WW1 seeing what the French and the Americans and British put out for propaganda and how they made the Germans look like demons, this route seemed the best route. Instead of the normal white flyers they distributed for the German Labor Party meetings he decided the color should be Red. Red Draws attention when your being handed it or even walking by it.

Lets step back a second though before the German Labor Party he was a soldier in the German Army during WW1 and he told of the weak and the strong. Those who would not fight were physically and mentally inferior to him or any of the soldiers there. Towards the End of the war he experienced a poison gas attack and almost lost his sight. When the armistice was signed and the Germans surrendered this infuriated him. The armistice called for all Germans to give up their arms including civilians and they were disarmed. The German Army had to be cut back to 100,000 soldiers only. So Began Weimar Germany.

Weimar Germany he thought was weak that they just gave into the Marxists, The French and Especially Blamed The Jewish. So when he had a chance to when he was starting to work with The German Labor Party, He started to recruit people he knew during the war and called for all ex soldiers to join. The numbers of Each meeting started to boom. He talked about how the government running Germany at the time was basically incompetent and they would try to remove their past by removing statues, and how Germany could rise to be a great Reich again.

When they finally asked him to be the leader of their party officially he accepted the position, and he started first by making sure their meetings were secured because Marxists and the government were sending people into their meetings to try to stop them, hence the creation of Hitlers first storm troopers, he made sure they were strong men. Strong enough to win a scrap and throw the people out causing the disturbance. Eventually  he decided they needed a symbol in order to be more noticed and look like a military they adopted the colors Red, White and Black. they messed with the designs of the flag said he was even close to allowing one of the other party members designs, but it had a curved Swastika. So his design was the final design you eventually saw on the Nazi flags and arm bands on the storm troopers with an actual uniform. I really do not think he denied his friend because of the curved Swastika. I honestly think he denied him because he wanted to be an artist and this way his art would finally be seen.

With uniforms, arm bands and flags waving they would enter the halls in formation marching in getting the attention of all those involved. That combined with Hitlers charisma gained followers. I guess if he would have had any form of social media back then would have made things even worse, But eventually with a failed attempt of an overthrow of the Wiemar republic, Hitler would go to prison and write Mein Kampf.

He would talk of how the press would only publish bits and pieces of what was actually said by the politicians. So they could push a completely different agenda. I honestly do not know how many times I have heard sound clips or seen video clips within our own media that does this. the speech may have a good meaning but by time the press is done with it they take the one sound clip and play it over and over again drilling that one sound bite into your head. So in the end people are like oh my God this person or politician said this but they did not play the whole speech. In order to get the actual meaning of the speech, The whole speech needs to be heard not just 10 words. He would also speak how Weimar Germany started taking statues down of famous political figures. Or how they disarmed their people and cut the military back. All stuff that has happened fairly recently in America here.

When he finally spoke of the way he would run things he spoke about how the Jewish people ran everything in his schizophrenic paranoia. He believed they ran the Press, they ran the banks. They supposedly ran the Marxists according to him, along with the German Weimar  Government, They even supposedly ran the French Government.  He blamed them for the poison gas attacks during WW1 and said if 12,000 or 15,000 Jews were killed by poison gas themselves it would start to atone for the poison gas attacks on the German Soldiers During World War 1. Hence this is probably built the gas chambers because he believed they should pay. He actually never said what they did or anything. He had a giant paranoid belief the Jewish people would someday take over the world and this needed to be stopped no matter the cost.

This again mirrors what is going on today whether its the Democrats saying the Russians colluded with trump and are running things, or that they helped try to destroy the republicans using social media and that they are actually the head of the Democratic party.  Either way are people are starting to believe Russians are the head of everything. I really do not think we will ever know the truth unless we stop voting for billionaires who can hide anything by throwing some money around. This goes for Democrats and Republican alike.

Some people also believe Hitler was Bi-Polar and I honestly can kind of see that in his writings because sometimes he would completely be going along just fine but then he would start going on rants about Jewish people out of nowhere or the African American People. Yes I am being PC because those were not the terms he used. He was a hateful, racist, anti-Semite with an agenda. I think his arrogance and his hateful nature came from denial. His father told him art wasn’t going to pay the bills, and the art academy basically told him his painting was not good enough. That combined with being thrown into prison in the 20’s. Probably fueled his hatred even more. I think he thought well I fought for this country and now they are letting me down and all they did at the end was throw me in prison. I think he was out to prove to people that he was going to show them.

Here is another mirror of America today as the veterans we have do not seem to get the help they need. They sit and get denied for benefits from the VA hospital and eventually we get veterans who snap one day because the country they defended is no longer defending them or helping them. It is ashamed that this is the way things are in this country and i think this needs to change. Plus we here the government going on Calling people racist or anti-Semite. The press is the best at race baiting trying to pit one race against the other and trying somehow to start a civil war within America again. I absolutely hate that. I promise you if another civil war breaks out nobody is going to be the winner and this time it wont be only soldiers who get killed but thousands of innocents caught in the crossfire of modern day weapons.

Later he would go on to go on 100 page chapter on education and work forces. On the education he believed that the physical well being of a youth was more important than loading his mind in his words with useless information. He believed physical education was the key. He also discussed the workers in Germany how based on what they were good at they would have a job assigned to them and each worker would be paid equally. Mind you for awhile after he did take power before ww2 the economy in Germany was booming and jobs were abundant although assigned to you. When you think about what he was preparing his youth for and the propaganda he spewed it is .amazing sometimes the people listened, but I think they were so sick of the old government that they were driven into these new ways hoping things would get better. Eventually he removed books he decided were against the beliefs of the nation from Germany because if people were to think independently and be educated this would be bad and he might lose control.

Here again represents modern day America because we leave stuff out of history books that is important because it might offend someone. We want to take down statues like Weimar Germany did remove them from the eye of famous historical figures because it might offend someone. We remove flags because it might offend someone, we are slowly erasing our history and to me teaching kids in our school systems a new agenda. We do not want them to have independent minds the press drives home talking points to the point where they spew it to the youth so now the youth now believe this is the right way to act. They remove books from our schools and this started way back in the 80’s. Because of the reference of racial slurs like Tom Sawyer an American Classic where kids did not believe skin color mattered in the book they were all friends. Then there is to kill a mockingbird, yes it has a few racial slurs in it but those are the times it was written in and the moral of the story  is a man should never be based on skin color.

Then we discuss the workers and Equal pay which everyone seems to be begging for here even if your 16 and your first job is McDonald’s apparently you should be making 15 dollars an hour. Where people with a college education or people who have worked themselves up to that wage. Or your working a hard manual labor job such as a Grain elevator your making that much. If minimum wage is 15 dollars an hour than those who are educated make alot more.  With raised income comes raised prices of everything you buy and cutbacks of workers as we have already seen with Walmart soon putting in all self checkouts, getting rid of Sam’s club and talking about robotic inventory. may be more expensive at first but in the long run saves money. I know this for a fact because several employees packing at a company I was at insisted they get just as much as people who had been there forever. They replaced those workers with robotic packing machines and fired  those workers cost them more in the beginning but saved them millions in the end on labor.

After Hitler came into power right around 1938 He opened the first Concentration/labor/death camp. Originally it was not for the Jewish it was for the enemies of the state where if they didn’t execute them they were forced into hard labor. The man who ran against Hitler was forced into one of these camps although he was Hitlers opponent in the election, he was forced into a work camp where he died. After Hindenburg died Hitler than took power as the Fuhrer, basically he was now the authority no more elections his henchman were picked by him. Eventually the Jewish were put into ghettos and he disarmed the Jewish people of their guns and knives and if you refused you were shot on site. He than rearmed his citizens with handguns only. There was probably a reason so a coup could not be started although several tried to take him out with 42 attempts on his life the most famous operation Valkyrie. He almost did lose power at that point along with all his people but the explosion never killed Hitler in the wolfslair.

Now with the gun control issue we are having it is becoming very similar to Nazi Germany. We are told certain guns are bad and that we cannot own them and only certain guns are allowed. We push this agenda after every school shooting I can see the kids who were there maybe saying no more AR-15. But most shootings are not committed with law abiding citizens guns in the United States. Most Criminal Acts like in Chicago are committed by gangbangers with illegally bought guns. They use the school shooting agenda and alot are pressing for no guns including some of our politicians. I am not for disarming law abiding citizens, But I am for stricter gun control laws. In Deerfield Illinois the Ar-15 has now been outlawed for sales and if you are an owner if you do not give it up you face 1000 dollar fine. We need to be vetting gun owners harder better background checks on everyone in the house possibly even. raise in age heck the human brain does not fully develop until the age of 25. In Illinois the law is 21 for a tattoo but 18 to get a gun. Do these laws do not make sense they make me infuriated that our government wants this much control over everything we do.

I probably did not hit every talking point I wanted but I think this will get the point across that we need to speak up if we want to keep our rights. I have to admit It was a creepy journey getting into Hitlers head, and it was scary. Whats even more scary alot of stuff that is happening today is repeating what happened in the past. Hopefully you all enjoyed this and learned something agree or disagree with me but I have an opinion and blogging is definitely a place I can teach and educate.

I’m Sorry and It will never happen again the famous last words of abuse.

For years I heard these words over and over again it seemed no matter what I did it was never good enough when it came to people who were mentally and plain physically abusive. Trust me when I say I have been in relationships where name calling and screaming at me was a normal thing. I have been in relationships where getting hit and smacked everyday seemed even normal to me. Heck I have even woke up with a person standing over me with scissors to my throat.

If you have a significant other who is mentally and maybe even physically abusive, it seems to become normal to be in those sort of relationships no matter how hard you try to break the patter. You seem to always end up with the same type in the end. I tried to break the cycle many times and I would always seem to get in toxic relationships where mental and physical abuse seemed to be pretty normal for me. I have had mentally abusive exes, physically abusive exes, and exes who would cheat and yes that is a form of abuse because it mentally breaks the person your with if you do cheat. It makes you feel like you were never good enough.

Typically the last words after abuse are I am sorry and I will never do it again. But you know deep down inside them saying sorry, or saying they will never do it again is pretty much a lie. You stick around hoping they will change and even on occasion you will hear from them they will change. They may even go to counseling once or twice to prove they changed. That once or twice is not going to change a person. They are usually putting on a front to try to prove they changed but in the end it is back to the same old abuse again even if it does not happen for few months.

Physical abuse can be anything from pushing a person around to physically beating them bloody, may even be some are so bad that even worse has happened. It pretty much starts with mental abuse to make you feel low like you could never do any better than them, and just when they got you in that spot they will start to control every aspect of your life from when and where your going , down to who your friends are. One of my exes used to tell me all my friends were losers, and I was lucky if I maybe saw them once a month. But usually after they have the control they will go into rages even if it is the most minor things, they will not think about how it affects you, and only how it will benefit them. They want it their way all the time only thinking of themselves. Usually abusers are narcissistic. They do not care about others but only themselves.

I have been to the point of near suicide at times after the abuse because they made you feel no good, and basically you thought you should beg them to stay because you could do no better. This is far from the truth though you do deserve better and once time passes after they are out of your life you will come to realize people like this are toxic human beings. It may take a very long while to realize this sometimes even years. You may even seek professional help which is often a very good idea after dealing with abusers so people besides your family and friends can give you a new view on life and what to look for.

I had exes who would be physically abusive, but another form of abuse is seriously cheating because if you look at it, it makes you feel like you were never good enough that they needed another person to supposedly take care of their “physical needs”. This usually is a sign that in their family one parent or the other of the person cheating was cheating themselves, and is typically a learned behavior somewhere along the line.

I am also going to point out physical and mental abusers also seem to learn this behavior. Although typically they do not realize it they probably saw it in their homes growing up and to them this is normal behavior. I have even had the abusers tell me of physical abuse in their homes and drug abuse in their homes. Some do not even realize it was abuse and will never say a thing until years later after getting some sort of professional help.

We should not accept abuse as normal as victims of domestic abuse, and if it does happen, do not let words like I am sorry, It will never happen again etc… sway you from leaving a toxic situation because if they have done it once, they will probably do it again. You may even find out down the road another person before or after you was a victim of the abuse from the same person. I walked away from a relationship after being abused and told myself never again. I am still holding to that never again.

Realize you are a good person, that you deserve better. Do not let them make you feel worse. If you need to if you are a victim of domestic abuse call your local police department or sheriff. There are also domestic abuse shelters. The only problem with Domestic abuse shelters are they are mainly geared towards helping women who have been abused. But men are abused and I am a good example of that.

Men if you have been abused do not be afraid to step up and say something, it does not make you any less of a man. It just means you are strong enough to say hey I need out of this situation and need help doing so. Abuse can get alot worse no matter if it starts out as small ways of abusing you. Hopefully this will get passed around and shared. I decided to write this even as a man I was abused but for a long time I accepted this as normal. I did not tell people until after I got out of the situation, and this is my first time writing about waking up with scissors to my throat. That same ex would even argue and become physical with my family being in the same home. My mother even threatened to call the police on her and I stopped my mother and told her I could stop her from getting abusive again. But one morning I woke up with scissors to my throat and I still stayed and endured the physical abuse and her infidelity. Although it was not until the very end I learned she was cheating. Which threw me for a loop.

Let me add this one last thing if you are a victim of mental or physical abuse their are always outside resources to help. Do not be afraid to tell someone and seek help. Be strong get up walk away and never look back. I promise in time you will come to realize how toxic that person actually was.

Making Ty Cobb Human, review of Ty Cobb a terrible beauty by Charles Leerhsen



So The past few days I picked up a book written by Charles Leerhsen named Ty Cobb a terrible beauty. I always heard stories growing up about how horrible of a person he was. I heard about the fights, the boozing and Ty Cobb being racist. Well being a baseball fan you also heard how he always would slide spikes up to injure other ballplayers intentionally, or how he would file his spikes to a sharp edge. One rumor was that he had killed a man in Detroit, another as many as 3 people he had killed.

Well as i sat reading this book he suddenly became more human. First off lets discuss the racism. Both his Father and Grandfather were abolitionists. He might have let a racial slur slide but never to the press or on the field. As a matter of fact he was one of the leaders for the desegregation of Baseball. He even go to Negro League baseball games throw out the first pitch, and play exhibitions against colored teams of the day. Yes he did get into fights with a few black men and it is documented but never over racism.

Now we come to the fights themselves, yes he got into a few scrapes on the field and a few even with fans, but being from Georgia I feel it was more of defending his honor thing than just because he wanted to fight. Yes I guess several brawls were over base path issues, or a word said about his family. Growing up when he turned 18 his mother had killed his father. So when words were said about his mother he defended her. It is not exactly clear til this day why his Mom truly shot his father. So coming into baseball at an early age and having the family issues he seemed to find father figures in owners and managers he had had. Baseball was also probably a way to get away and not think about those issues 24 hours a day.

He was known for his fierce pace of play and his need to Win. He would get on first and more than likely steal 2nd and 3rd on you and 56 times during his career even stole home. He was able to most of the time when a person hit a single score from 1st. He almost never actually slid with his spikes up. and only one picture exists of him doing this as he was trying to knock the ball out of the catchers mitt and not injure him. Most of the time he said if you watched the basemans eyes you could tell where the ball was coming from and slide away from the tag.

In Field of dreams Joe Jackson says ” Ty Cobb wanted to play but none of us could stand the son of a bitch while he was alive, so we told him to stick it.” The actual accounts most of the guys he played for even if he didn’t like them during the game he became friends with especially Shoeless Joe Jackson.  He had had many players talk abouut him and honor him even after his death.

So now to the book after reading this book I got to see the more human side and not the myths and rumors people had started over the years about what an evil man he supposedly was. We get an idea of what the times he played in were like and we get to know the man. I highly suggest this to be read if you are a sports or baseball fan or sports historian, or for the fact just like biographies and history. It is well written keeps to a timeline form Boyhood all the way up until his death and it has a quick pace and I absolutely loved this book and could not put it down.