I feel compelled to put in my two cents worth amid all the 'prophets' speaking about doom. I too have my predictions about what will soon happen in the U.S. and in Israel.
First, in the U.S. there will be a day soon when all of the Muslim sleeper cells who have been placed at gas stations across the country will get the signal to blow them all up. The feds do not allow people to drive fuel trucks without clearance from Homeland Security. They undergo a complete background check. Not so with gas station attendants. Hasn't anyone noticed that all the gas stations are be bought up by Muslims? If they can't buy them, they work there. It's like that all over the country.
Those who know me, know I have been saying this for 5 or 6 years. The Muslims are very patient in their planning. They planned September 11, 2001 for years. And this is a much bigger plan. It WILL come to pass.
About Israel: There will be a divided country, part to be called ZION, part to be called PALESTINE. God will not be happy with this arrangement and will rain terror on the U.S. for engineering this division of His Holy Land. When it happens pray. That's all we can do...
Maybe the gas station thing will happen right after the Israel thing. I just know these things will happen. No, I am not a prophet, but I can read the big bold handwriting on the wall.
I do not say these things to try to scare anyone. God will spare whom He wants to spare. It is all in His big plan for the world. Read His book and you will not fear the outcome. God is not going to lose the battle. Our prayer should always be, "Your will be done, Lord." Amen.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
TONY IS DEAD-part 2
I took a second look at the closed restaurant and saw a small sign taped on a window which read "For Rent---$385..." with a phone number. I practically ran all the way back to the warehouse and got Allen and we drove down to the store. On the Cape I had been looking at rents of a thousand dollars and more. This looked like something we could manage and it wouldn't require building a lot of walls. We went back to the warehouse and called the owner of the store. She lived in the next town, about twenty miles away. We arranged a meeting and eventually signed a lease.
We went to the nearest place that sold restaurant equipment, forty miles south, to get the rest of the stuff we needed. The shop owner said he would take weed instead of cash. I was shocked and speechless. The man said, "Well you're from Leggett, aren't you?" I said, "Yes, but I don't have any pot." He said, "They have the best pot in the world there in Leggett."
I paid cash and left wondering why a total stranger would be asking me for marijuana.
Back in Leggett there was a lot of work to be done. The first order of business was to contact the local health department to find out what their requirements are for a restaurant. I made an appointment for the county health inspector to come to the restaurant. I would find out exactly what he required and take care of every detail. He was very helpful and returned a couple of times as the work progressed. When it was ready to open he had no problem signing off on the permit. Leggett had a new restaurant called "The Chicken Place."
The locals checked us out pretty quick and started coming in for lunch. One day a young guy who worked next door at the gas station said the town was going to be full of money in about a week when everyone would be paid $10 an hour to "clip buds." I asked him what that meant and he laughed as if any idiot knew what he meant. He told me it would get very busy at the restaurant when the pickers come to town from different places. And, sure enough, that's what happened.
The town was swamped with strangers and many of them would come in for lunch. They all had green fingertips from 'clipping' pot buds from the plants with their fingers.
I learned that the only part of the plant they bothered with was the buds.
I talked about this whole thing to my brother and he said that's what he was telling me about: the growers. He told me that they use government land to grow their pot. They have armed guards camped out near the fields. They grow it among the redwood trees and have elaborate drip watering systems set up. They use bat guano fertilizer.
Tony said "There are some fields right up on the mountain just over my property line on BLM (Bureau of Land Management) land. They pay my wife $3,000 a year just to use my road to get up there. They use AFV's to cart the supplies and stuff."
Tony said he would show me after the harvest was over. He said, "You don't want to go anywhere near it while the season is on. They would shoot you dead and get away with it."
The harvest lasted a couple of weeks. At the end of it Allen and I were approached by a local man who wanted to recruit us to transport a load of his pot to Las Vegas, Nevada. He said he would pay us a thousand dollars each if we would be 'mules' for his shipment. Of course we refused. We thanked him for his offer, but said we needed to make the restaurant work for us.
One of my regulars, I'll call Tim, told me that "The Committee" had met and put a contract out on a young guy for stealing buds. I asked what the heck was "the committee" and he explained it was what they called the pot growers group. They met regularly to discuss business. Tim told me the group was made up of, not just growers, but the local deputy sheriff and the local judge and some other "important" people.
"And," Tim said, "when they put a hit on you, you'd best be leaving town in a hurry."
The next day I heard about the shooting which had occurred where the young thief lived. They said he got away with his pregnant wife while the bullets were flying.
What sort of place had I moved to?
(to be continued.....)
We went to the nearest place that sold restaurant equipment, forty miles south, to get the rest of the stuff we needed. The shop owner said he would take weed instead of cash. I was shocked and speechless. The man said, "Well you're from Leggett, aren't you?" I said, "Yes, but I don't have any pot." He said, "They have the best pot in the world there in Leggett."
I paid cash and left wondering why a total stranger would be asking me for marijuana.
Back in Leggett there was a lot of work to be done. The first order of business was to contact the local health department to find out what their requirements are for a restaurant. I made an appointment for the county health inspector to come to the restaurant. I would find out exactly what he required and take care of every detail. He was very helpful and returned a couple of times as the work progressed. When it was ready to open he had no problem signing off on the permit. Leggett had a new restaurant called "The Chicken Place."
The locals checked us out pretty quick and started coming in for lunch. One day a young guy who worked next door at the gas station said the town was going to be full of money in about a week when everyone would be paid $10 an hour to "clip buds." I asked him what that meant and he laughed as if any idiot knew what he meant. He told me it would get very busy at the restaurant when the pickers come to town from different places. And, sure enough, that's what happened.
The town was swamped with strangers and many of them would come in for lunch. They all had green fingertips from 'clipping' pot buds from the plants with their fingers.
I learned that the only part of the plant they bothered with was the buds.
I talked about this whole thing to my brother and he said that's what he was telling me about: the growers. He told me that they use government land to grow their pot. They have armed guards camped out near the fields. They grow it among the redwood trees and have elaborate drip watering systems set up. They use bat guano fertilizer.
Tony said "There are some fields right up on the mountain just over my property line on BLM (Bureau of Land Management) land. They pay my wife $3,000 a year just to use my road to get up there. They use AFV's to cart the supplies and stuff."
Tony said he would show me after the harvest was over. He said, "You don't want to go anywhere near it while the season is on. They would shoot you dead and get away with it."
The harvest lasted a couple of weeks. At the end of it Allen and I were approached by a local man who wanted to recruit us to transport a load of his pot to Las Vegas, Nevada. He said he would pay us a thousand dollars each if we would be 'mules' for his shipment. Of course we refused. We thanked him for his offer, but said we needed to make the restaurant work for us.
One of my regulars, I'll call Tim, told me that "The Committee" had met and put a contract out on a young guy for stealing buds. I asked what the heck was "the committee" and he explained it was what they called the pot growers group. They met regularly to discuss business. Tim told me the group was made up of, not just growers, but the local deputy sheriff and the local judge and some other "important" people.
"And," Tim said, "when they put a hit on you, you'd best be leaving town in a hurry."
The next day I heard about the shooting which had occurred where the young thief lived. They said he got away with his pregnant wife while the bullets were flying.
What sort of place had I moved to?
(to be continued.....)
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