The Great Ark

by T. C. Driver

  “Cornelius these death camps are bigger than you might imagine,” broke in Tommy Mute, and it’s not just old people! Governments around the world are looking into certain families. This search has something to do with one hundred-forty-four thousand young Jewish boys and their families. Have you ever heard of Snuffer Wagons Cornelius?

  “Snuffer Wagons?” I answered,

  “Later Tommy,” Hold up on that snuffer stuff,” demanded Loud Lou! “First things first, let us not jump ahead.”

  “Do you men have any proof of this death camp talk or is this all just a rumor,” I asked.

  Lou reached behind Tommy Mute and handed me a piece of paper from Rodney and said. “Here are some maintenance door codes, only Boson mates in brown jump suits have them, Cornelius. Rodney here has a brown suit in his quarters that will fit you. Rodney Dole will stand on the breezeway corner deck and give hand signals. Tommy and I both have a shore phone they work fine here in the harbor. We will be your look outs. Be sure not to face the camera on flight deck by the drink machines, it does have facial recognition software connected to it. Take your time Cornelius and check this out for yourself.”

  “Cornelius, this is how the death camp system on the ship works or how it operates” explained Rodney. Our friend Rodney was a great sailor and a drummer and also hopelessly henpecked. He was famous for being thrown in the ships brig every three months at bonus time for drugs or alcohol. He was married to one of the band singers at the ships Gospel café. She had a habit of throwing him out and then begging him back when she got lonely. The couple was in a constant state of either breaking up or making up. They would be constantly kissing or kicking, and or slurping or slapping each other which wore on the nerves of everyone around them. Rodney drew on a napkin and said. “The bottom two front sections or the part before the college dorms eighty-eight cabins in all, these are the killing chambers,” explained Rodney. As he drew I sat holding my head in my hands. “Oh Lord,” I started to speak!

  “Just listen, Cornelius,” interrupted Loud Lou. “Do not go into those rooms that would alert security. Motion sensitive lighting and cameras are installed. These codes will get you into the maintenance hallway between and below the killing floor rooms. Both showers, two in each room have bullet proof, soundproof, electric locking shower doors. These showers can dispense a deadly gas and the floor then opens up and the shower flushes it’s self with hundreds of gallons of scalding hot water. A large fiberglass tube leads to a huge bus size garbage grinder in the bottom of the ship. The bodies are fish food never to be seen heard or thought of ever again. A clean up staff consisting of only two sailors then empty the rooms of luggage into an incinerator and then those ashes too are flushed at sea. Those old and unwanted people are now history, saving governments millions in social security payments, knee replacements, hip replacements, diabetic shots, all types of medical costs housing and food plus they take the family estates. This is big business. The world governments can’t collect enough tax money. The good of the many always outweighs the rights of the few when it comes to big government providing everything in life. You do the math son and see for yourself, it has to be that way.

  I went to the maintenance door. I made double sure not to face that camera on deck. Tommy, Rodney and Lou kept watch. Sure enough large fiberglass tubes leading down from the rooms above to somewhere below; two becoming one from each shower were plainly visible. Could this be true I thought? Could the Worlds governments like Osoma and that guy in Germany who promise everything in the world to the poor? Could they have let their mouth over load their wallet by promising everything would be free. How could their stupid citizens believe all the lies? The ignorant uneducated people are successfully and easily controlled world wide. Slavery is common place Freedom is rare. Free men need Bible based independent schools to remain free, this is truth! Today’s leaders are just as bad as the ones we studied in history. Well of course they are! Why would any one believe that men have changed and are better now than they used to be? Oh yes, I pondered and thought to myself; in the humanist religion or man becoming or evolving into a god. That’s what they believe. That man is getting better and smarter and does not need a redeemer. Modern man does not need Jesus or to be bought with his blood. That’s what is taught in government schools, just as did Stalin, Hitler, Castro, and Mao. What is this death camp evil I have become part of? Shooting Mexicans by the thousands with robot planes could I guess be argued even worst than death camps, but the “Mexicans” like our own Indians and the Africans never did really count. All were worthless people living worthless lives just like Osoma’s brother. These old people were real people who could read and write and speak clearly. They passed college boards, got married for life, washed their hands, prayed to God, played and made musical instruments loved their children, invented, manufactured, wrote poetry, worked hard, took showers, owned homes, used deodorant, and sailed ships. These people were just like me, even my very own. Back in my room changing clothes I thought about life and death and my heart grew heavy.

  “God is no respecter of persons I heard the scriptures say! God’s way is family and church not an all powerful king or state. God’s way works”

  The Humanist false religion leads to socialist government leaders like Osoma which is man’s way and against God! Elite socialist leaders put government in charge of everything to destroy and pervert the family and the church. They teach the goodness of mankind and worship Mother Earth. They think themselves as wise but have no fear of or faith in almighty God. The fear of God is the beginning of wisdom.

  The hard cold truth of a mans life here on this earth is that for our first twelve years and our last twelve years of life only our family will suffer us enough to keep or want us around. During these years we are a net cost or basically more trouble than we are worth. When government is given the job of taking care of us through taxes they always start killing us off. Let me explain why. Walk up to any young couple in your town and show them the picture of an old woman living in that same city town or province. Tell them you are looking for someone to adopt the old woman and agree to have $150 a week taken out of their paycheck or the old woman will have to die. How many young couples would sign up? Now go door to door showing pictures and asking people to pay child support each week. How much money will you get? Now you the king or leader has told all the old people and all the kids and all the sick and all the retards that you the king will write them all checks each month and take care of them forever. What happens when the money runs short, can you place a heavy tax on each young hard working couple? You guessed it; the good of the many outweighs the rights of the few. Those silly little promises that were told to gain power don’t amount to much. The blood starts to flow like a river. This is truth and has been true for the last six thousand years and guess what, it’s still true today. God knows what he’s talking about and his way of family and church works. Man’s way of putting big government in charge, always with an elite ruling class and high taxes always fails! Who knew? Who could have guessed? That God could have been right all along and that Al Gory, Castro, Osoma, Barnie Frank, and Hillary could have been wrong. It’s just amazing I mean who would have thought.

  I met my friends back at the Gospel Café at near closing time just as we had planned and Tommy Mute asked me point blank! “Cornelius, my Uncle Bob and his wife Alice are getting on board this ship in Portugal. I plan to get them off the Ark before she sets sail. I want to save them both, are you with us? That’s all I need to know? Will you help me?”

  “I nodded yes without speaking!”

  Two volunteer ladies Peanut and Linda, were filling in and waiting to close up the Gospel Café early that night. Peanut had been counting money for the last half hour or so, as a hint for us to leave. The guest gospel singer that night was named Bobby String. He was booked by my friend Lou Goodliar. Most people had left early. Bobby had effectively cleared the room with his high twang cat like voice. The two women were very much put out wit
h the low crowd and not getting much attention. They had fluttered and frowned all evening telling patrons how much work they both did.

  I walked back to my cabin alone, very much perplexed and down in spirit. The famous Gospel Café is just not the same when those two women fill in. They seem to talk about themselves nonstop. I guess the regular workers like Julie and Betty deserve some time off everybody does. Why do people run from truth, from holiness? Why get all crabby like those two volunteers, and bring everybody’s spirit down? Why does Loud Lou always have to have the first and last word in every conversation? Why ask why? God will turn you inside out and humble you, becoming holiness will show you truth. People do not like to admit that they are sinners and need Jesus and need to change. Just like my friend “Loud Lou” those volunteer women wanted the focus on them not Jesus! The regular crew at the Gospel Café has never told me about all the work they do, or gone on and on about their own personal problems, nor had they ever wanted to close early. They worked as servants to a higher cause. They were not too good to clean the bathroom or sweep the floor. Jesus said it best in Mark 9:35

  And he sat down, and called the twelve, and saith unto them, if any man desires to be first, the same shall be last of all, and servant of all.

  The Lord does not play, he will not be mocked. How did things get so bad here on ship and also back in America. The answer is simple, sin. Men in rebellion against God, and man’s pride!

  We finally docked in Portugal and supplies sailors on leave, girl friends, freight, passengers went on and off the Great Ark. The dock was a mad house of activity. This dock was much too small for a ship the size of the Ark and there was not any wonder why they had gotten behind.

  While walking down the water front alone many prayers and thoughts came rushing through my mind. My heart grieved for peace. I needed to get away from all this madness and maybe not ever come back. Soon I walked upon a familiar sight! My eyes gazed upon the most beautiful large sailboat I’d ever seen. This fancy yacht had graceful lines as of a woman and Yes I knew it! Sure enough the name Windy was on the stern and a dancing Pig was over hanging the bow. The boat was empty now no loud party tonight. Windy belonged to my old Navy buddy Seamen’s First mate Franklin, A Donner. I saw her in Sydney, and in Pearl Harbor was good to see a familiar face. “Hello Pig” I said out loud. They must have gone through the Panama Canal and beat the Ark here. This sailboat was over two hundred feet and had all the extras. I shouted out loud once more, the pig spoke up and said.

  “Come back later please” and it danced a gig. If this talking pig seems rather odd than you just don’t know Frank. I thought nothing of it. His boat was truly empty now but maybe I’d see him in town. I walked up the steep hill into town and sat down at the first restaurant or watering hole I came to. The neon sign said simply “Bar and Grill.” I needed time to think eat and drink. I wanted to be left alone and to be anywhere except on the Great Ark. What about quitting, my bonus, my retirement, my wife Patty. I must have lonely sailor written on my forehead for shortly after I sat down the owner of the bar a lady named Aspasia Hoeabit sat down at my table and tried to sell herself to me for the night. I wasn’t much interested. Her light but pronounced mustache didn’t help much. I played that old country song “Where I Come From its Cornbread and Chicken” three times on the jute box that night. She and I bargained off and on throughout the evening. Hoeabit would sit down make me an offer and I would make a counter offer. I got her down to $14 and a kiss before she finally left me alone (Ha-ha). Must be hard times in the women’s crotch market here in Portugal! Hoeabit said she had a sister in Brazil named Josie that lived near some sand dunes. No I didn’t ask. I didn’t really want to know, I mean really, what are the odds?

  Late into the evening my old Navy buddy Franklin Donner came bursting through the door and started buying me drinks. We talked into the night laughing it up like college age fools. Frank’s wife was asleep (passed out) in their room at the big Hotel Casino up the street. Frank wanted to talk to the Hoeabit lady about something but Aspasia Hoeabit avoided Frank all night. With the spirit of drink full in me I finally said “Franklin brother let me lend you some advice. Get on that beautiful Windy of yours and sail away. Forget about this lady Hoeabit and in a New York accent I said it again “forget about it” I put down a $14 tip as Franklin had paid my bill. Franklin said that he and his Hog lady were going to “The Gathering” and they that were so proud to be invited. I had no idea what he was talking about. When leaving the bar we found the bottom of the hill filled with police cars and flashing lights.

  Catholic Priests were being arrested during anti- abortion demonstrations and prayer. My friend Franklin Donner warned me “Go around Cornelius” he said. “Don’t let them scan your face. The locals have warned me. I don’t know what it’s all about Cornelius but innocent people do disappear. Those patty wagons are called snuffers. The people with the scanners are psychology student volunteers or specially trained police. This has something to do with young Jewish boys and their family heritage or tribe and reporting all births to Denmark. Many people are Israelites but not all claim to be Jews. Most do not even know the name of their own great grandfather and grand mother. The DNA tests and facial scanners are said to require very powerful computers. It’s like trying to count the sand on the world’s beaches. I remembered those silly questions that Rosie back in Saint Augustine had asked me. What if I was part Jewish or part black, what should it matter to those thugs from ACORN? God gave man marriage and family it is his way. Those who are in rebellion against God will always fight against his ways and laws and try to destroy family. You will know them by their fruits, their works. Be not fooled Cornelius test the spirits that they are of God. In my long walk I was “not so much alone” any more and felt much better, Praise God.

  That evening at the Gospel Café four cadet students (two with their dates) joined me. All four men were from our elite fly boy group of college students. We talked into the evening about the old abandoned “skunk works” manufacturing facility, UFOS, old war planes, NASA’s mission being changed by Osoma, the shuttle program having been destroyed by environmentalist and bloated administration cost. Then they all wanted to talk about the sick shameful shallow pitiful ungodly 9/11 memorial service. These men were a joy to fly with and very informed. We had a great evening discussing world events. This bunch was a few grades ahead of most other students. We ended up on the subject of taxes. Young James Goodlatter pulled out a picture of all the members of congress on the front steps. All four had been congressional pages last summer and his father was a congressman. The boys talked about a flat tax, and that their daddies all paid 50% in taxes and what an outrage that was. They were very much against labor unions and belonged to a group called the Young Rich Republicans. I told them, “You boys are very refreshing, and are at least half right on most subjects but be careful young republicans for you also have been lied to and fooled. You are still one half ass backwards wrong about everything. Look at this group of congressmen in this picture notice they are mostly older not younger men and also lawyers. The truth is none of them pay any taxes at all. If your Goodlatter daddy makes $160,000 a year salary at 50% tax rate that means he would have taken the job for $80,000 if we did away with the tax. It would make no difference to him this is just a numbers game. All of your fathers are union men of the worst kind, the most powerful union there is “Lawyers.” Much of their pay comes directly from government. Your daddy is just as guilty of destroying America as the rest of the unions. All of them are sucking the Government treasury dry. Truth is none of these government sucking public union types at any level pay any income tax at all. We should make them tax exempt and lower their pay and stop playing the game. Every other roadside billboard sign in America is about getting signed up on government disability or group medical law suite scams. The Lawyer in each disability claim bills the government $6,000 for every wino and bum they sign up just for filling out the stupid government forms. The doctors and law
yers are bankrupting the system. Government subsidy of lazy liars, lawyers, and loony bin priest or so called doctors is the biggest abuse of power in America. In a free market we would need only one half of the lawyers, one half of the government workers, and college professors and philologists. There is no real need or honest demand for most of these lazy worthless men anyway! They do nothing to create wealth or better our society at all. There would be no college degrees in silly worthless subjects, and much less fake “do nothing” jobs in Government. The bottom 50% of wage earners is called menial or low skilled labor it is not taxed much because the law makers and those men in power are high consumers of menial labor and know that they themselves would be paying the bill. These men not only don’t want to tax labor at this lower end but always try to subsidize it; thus using government money to lower their own personal cost. This is the true reason for many of our stupid government programs and also the driving force behind allowing illegal immigration. A government ruling class of elites always needs an underclass for cheap labor. They need to get cheap menial labor to live life to its fullest. Paying honest wages to free men is not to the elite’s best interest. If a man’s business idea or model can’t turn a profit unless he can find men willing to work all day for near nothing (this is called slavery).Then what good is his stupid business plan anyway. The great Steve Jobs has today over 300,000 Chinese slaves working twelve hour plus days, living at the factory, and making $17 dollars a day. This is not the free market at work. These slaves are not free to leave, many committed suicide to get world attention and press. In a true free market business men like this would go out of business. I have as a free man had the opportunity to turn down many job offers because they would not pay the rate I demanded. I have never been unemployed for very long. If you have not been offered jobs by others in your field without ever applying for them then you need to strengthen your skill set no matter what level you are now in. False crony capitalism Fascism communism and slavery is against the ways of God. Why would powerful lawyer types vote to raise the cost of all the labor they buy every day? Look up the owners of any local franchise business, half will be lawyers flush with cash and influence who dabble in business on the side. This large pool of subsidized low end workers many of which are wino bums and drug users is were Osoma gets his voting base and his cheap rent a mobs, brown shirt units and voter fraud units. His occupy Wall Street Mobs are paid thugs of the Democratic Party. Osoma and his party should be hung for gross treason against our constitution.