The Great Ark

by T. C. Driver

  Every day back home brave men “fight the forest” (the power company, the railroad, farmers, homeowners, state roadway workers, lumber jacks), some men even use big robot tree cutters and we are still losing. Clearing forest is hard work and expensive. People are lazy and the trees are simply taking over; some mountain roads have been closed and given to the forest, too costly to keep cleared.

  (Young Kishia started crying and getting upset).

  “This just can’t be true Cornelius I love trees!” shouted Kishia. “I want to give back to the trees for helping me breathe!”

  “Yes, Kishia” I answered, “I also love trees, and trees do need CO2 to breathe so you help them in Gods cycle everyday. The more CO2 in the air, the more trees like it and the faster they grow. This all works the same way with the green algae in the world’s seas. Your know it all professors have convinced Osoma that CO2 is a pollutant that should be taxed. CO2 is what trees breathe, what humans expire and is part of earths design and cycle. Does that sound sane to you Kishia?

  “Cornelius, our class needs and loves the trees and the earth just like the Indians did. The white man is evil and no good,” cried out Kishia!

  “Yes, save the trees, “said Kishia.” This was a different and slightly fatter Kishia with a small dream catcher in her hair.

  “Oh Lord,” I said out Loud! And looked to the other two girls sitting there….. “You two are not named?”

  “No, we are not named Kishia, Cornelius. We are Clarishia and Clarissa, we’re sisters and both studying and majoring in Islamic food and dance, but we love trees too.”

  “Everything you girls have been taught and believe in has been a fabrication, a complete lie. The truth is that there are more trees, and more deer now than when the Indians ran things in America. What you have been taught is reversed from truth. It is nothing but false science, false history based on false Gods. I gave you some good advice to fly in a plane and look at the forest yourself; this is important. Always check it out yourself if possible. Have you kids ever been to an Indian reservation? Well I have! What a pile of trash, what a mess!

  “That’s because of the evil white man, Cornelius,” Kishia said crying. “Killing us and making us learn English and Jesus.”

  “Yes, it’s white men who caused the big black ghetto slums and high crime rates not the poor colored people” chimed in the two sisters. “Those rich Republicans who don’t pay their fair share in taxes and greedy corporations who have polluted the air and water.”

  “Yes, I know the drill” said Cornelius. But the historic truth is simply that no primitive tribes and most other civilizations have not successfully competed with Roman based civilizations. When the cultures clash the others always “Romanize” and are glad to do so. Do you know how primitive pagan American (Indians) lived back home in my native Virginia. No iron, no written language, only oral tradition and history, a hunter gatherer society with small garden patches? Indians in Virginia lived on waterways, which were also their sewers. They had few if any beasts of burden like horses, and no kept vineyards, or real roads. The ancient people in the Bible did better than these Indian clowns. The water was their main highways. Indian tribes often fought battles for the land between head waters of steams. This land was called a “carry.” At a carry point canoes and rafts would have to be carried to the next close stream. Controlling this crossing point would control the whole land area, so often this is where they lived. Fighting or wars between the tribes centered like today on how many stupid young bucks each tribe could produce. Meaning how strong the tribal king was and how much growing in territory or wars of growth were needed.

  Have you ever shot a real primitive, made in the woods, bow and arrow? This was not a long range weapon, it was not much better than a spear or a blowgun. Have you ever carried deer through the woods for miles, or chased them down after shooting them with a modern bow that was a near miss shot (none had).

  Virginia Indians used nets and spears for fishing, made canoes out of bark. They also made rafts and lived in a wood and dirt lodge. It was comfortable. In shallow mountain streams Indians used Mountain Laurel to poison the water to stun fish, a very successful method! Around my home in Roanoke or “salt lick” the method of hunting was forest fires. Indians would paddle up stream, often in a river cut back, or hike into the forest against the wind and then spread out in a line and start a forest or grass fire. All animals in the burn zone would run away from the fire and into the stream or river where the whole tribe would be waiting with spears bows and arrows to kill anything that ran out and put them on rafts. Getting the catch home was easy by simply coasting back down the river or stream. No walking or dragging game miles through the underbrush. After the hunt the fires were left to fend for themselves. Often the next moons hunt would paddle past the fires from the hunt before. These fires sometimes burned for many months. Hiding in the woods and sneaking up on game types of hunting was used but was not as successful as burning down the woods because their many weapons were just not that good. The early settlers’ musket is now famous for being a near worthless scatter gun, but let us face cold hard facts, almost anything is better than the sharpened end of a stick or even a chipped flint rock. The Indians were primitive simple hunters and were not very skilled ones at that. The natural forest fires and all the stupid Indian hunting fires kept the woods in check or (burnt down). Yes, wild fires would burn continually for miles and months at a time. The early settlers also lived by the waterways and simply plowed up and fenced the old burning grounds (I mean hunting grounds). White men stopped the forest fire burning method of hunting because of his belief in private property and also burning down everything was against the values of civilized man. Primitive man is always nasty and crude (a high level of pollution and a low level of morals) this is the sad truth worldwide. Everything you have been taught about the noble savage is the opposite from truth or a plain simple lie. You have been taught lies on purpose. This is not an honest difference of opinion. Your professors have an agenda and are in rebellion against God. When the burning stopped settlers built many types of fire brakes with their roads, railroads, dams, and even cleared plowed fields. The forest slowly came back and has never looked back. Many suburban housing tracks today have too many trees creating a fire hazard. Yes, the trees are back and all it took was killing off all the stupid Indians. We love the forest back home in Virginia, but let us face truth, most people do not like forest and most towns have laws against it. If you want to grow a forest just stop cutting your grass, or maybe just the back yard; it will grow three feet a year every year forever and so will the bugs and critters. If you kids plant trees even many thousands of trees you will not hurt anything, but remember, trees would have come up anyway if you had not. Go plant some trees, get outside and enjoy yourself. But do not believe what you are told. This constant repudiation of and apology for western culture is a false religion. One example of this is Osoma asking NASA to help the Arabs and other cultures not to feel like the pitiful losers that they really are. Asking you to give back to mother earth by not using air conditioning, not driving a car, not using a computer, not using the net, or living like the Indians, living like the Islamists or the Africans, none of this is sane behavior. There is nothing wrong with winning, we are the best. Don’t be ashamed of winning. There are good reasons why inventions are born here, and why Americans hold their heads up straight. Take pride in being the world leaders, stand up for personal freedom, and God given rights! Now repeat after me! THE WEST IS THE BEST, say it again!

  THE WEST IS THE BEST. Don’t be shy!” Many students looked around the room much too embarrassed to make such a statement. Maybe I should ask them to say the West was the best, the West was the best, but I was too proud and now ashamed to ask for that.

  “Saving the world from Judeo-Christian values and Western Culture is all bull crap, and a lie. Surprise, God plants more trees everyday than man has planted in all of history. Surprise, free men worship God and invent technol
ogy (The-West) Surprise, Islam, Eastern slave states, African tribes, and European serfdom socialism, and communism, slow technology, innovation and the middle class. Surprise, Islam and or socialism brings slavery, poverty, and death and is always anti-Bible, and anti- Jewish. Why is American republic so precious? Why is Freedom so rare?”

  My Café table college students all filed out from my table that night still talking about making a difference and saving the world by planting trees. These students did not fear or search for God. They claimed a guilt free moral high ground. A claim to caring and “giving back” to the society or state, to being one of the “good” ones; people who helped conserve “mother earth” who did not plant or weave for profit of self or family, but rather for the “greater good.” Of course tithing, true love, God’s grace, salvation, hard work, freedom, personal responsibility, individual excellence and personal Bible knowledge is all foreign and unknown to them. In their brainwashed view none had ever loved mother earth like “real” American Indians. No one can hope to ascend to pure “Indian level” not even blacks can join that league, this must be born to. Evil Western or White or Jewish men can only dream of Indian “purity” and must constantly show remorse for inventing the iron horse, killing the open range buffalo, starting farms and ranches killing off the savages, and growing evil amounts of wealth using the concept of private property, and free enterprise. Most of my government school brainwashed students claimed a vague sick humanist “goodness” by not eating meat and being a true believer of many big and small lies. The humanist priests granted this sick “goodness” to some and denied and shamed non-true believers in turn. This old carrot and stick method is time tested and has been put to good use by all mushroom farmers and false priests! Here are some examples: Hunters are hateful, guns are bad, farmers are stupid, fathers are not needed, God and bible is just for kids, no need to fear God, America’s unfair, (we have too much) Communism in its pure form is a good idea, pure capitalism is evil, and Osoma is a great leader! Young Saps planting saplings that’s the way it should be I guess. Jesus pointed his early Church toward the west first for a reason. Friends thank God for your roots and honor your father and mother each day for the promise of long life. Often times many kids or young adults just don’t know what they don’t know. That’s why they act so stupid.

  As the ship neared Bermuda word came through the grapevine that the Great Ark needed major dry dock time. The ship would go to Newport News Ship Building and Dry Dock Company, in Newport Port News (now owned by the Communist Chinese Army). The ship would be there for a full year. This service was needed by order of the “nuke’s” who lived like trolls in the dungeon bottom of our ship, (men like Paul Goldwater). I’m coming home Patty, I’m on the way home to Virginia. My contract will run out and I’ll retire to our front porch and sing old Gospel songs with you forever. Praise God, Praise God, and Praise God!

  Only three days later a call of “General Quarters” rang throughout the ship. We ran to our battle stations. A full strike force took off at 0400 that morning. Each of the sixteen B48s took off with full drop tanks, cannons, and a full bomb load. We also used the six drones we had on board. Our strike force attacked tiny fuel storage facilities on a very small rock island, consisting of 55-gallon drums covered only with camouflage netting, and also a ship that was bigger than a gunboat, but still smaller than most coast guard cutters. We blasted the ship and the island then dropped some sonar buoys, and then headed the many hundreds of miles back to ship. My old Navy buddy Gary Litton met me on port deck smiling from ear to ear just after our strike force landed.

  “Hello Cornelius,” shouted Gary. “I hear your Indian buddy Jediah Emin Patel and his new football sports net work is in Bermuda. He is breaking worldwide broadcast records. Just his internet channels alone out does all of the major networks combined. Now over broadcast stations he beats them all again. Turn on your phone, Cornelius, this is the same guy right? Or at least his company! Gary held up his phone and tried to get me to look at it. They don’t mention him by name but I could tell from talking to you that it must be him. You can get all forty of his TV channels, even here in Bermuda.”

  “Thanks Gary, I’ll check it out,” I answered “That does sound like Patel and I’m not surprised that they don’t publicize his name or photo.” Gary walked away still pointing to his ship phone screen even as he sent me the details he started talking with and it to showing another pilot.

  After approval from Bermuda, we embarked for shore, many hundreds at a time using barge like harbor boats ferries. We could not dock or use any ultra-light planes on Bermuda because island officials had very many rules and even more paperwork. The Ark anchored only six hundred yards from shore. One old British destroyer and a big destroyer sized yacht pulled ship protection duty for us by patrolling the sea. It was R&R time for many of us. Word was that “Becka” was in Bermuda for the whole weekend shooting movies and video’s and would do a concert! All of my college age kids had downloads of “Becka.” The hottest selling name and face in all of music history. Nothing in show business as big as “Becka” had come along in the modern era or at least in the last fifty years. Students often chanted, “Becka, Becka, Becka” at the top of their lungs at the ship’s Gospel Café to make the band play her songs. This world wide “Becka” craze was now only two years old. Her fame started when she was only eleven years old. Now she is described as twice Madonna, three times Disney, and bigger than country music. She’s about the same age as Jediah and even bigger in some ways (ha-ha). When I told some students at the Gospel Café one night that I knew the Great Becka personally, they found it hard to believe. Many of them also wore her clothing line and could not imagine the “old school” anti-professor ever being in the same crowd. She was very “IN” and I was not! I found Becka hard to believe myself back then and still do sometimes. I laugh at her videos all the time today.

  In the lobby of a large resort hotel Jediah stopped his entourage, waved his security, and we shook hands, and then hugged. He locked me down with a one arm hug that picked me up off the floor, and shocked the workers at the hotel. “That boy could kill somebody by accident with a hug like that” I thought to myself. He looked to have gained five or six inches and two hundred pounds! I understood the fear of his handlers now for the first time. Jediah looked to be five years older. Four of his Asian girls tried to make me jealous, something they are very good at. Jediah called them down and sent them away. Yes, Jediah was different looking, his face was shocking even. One of his girls was one of the two I had refused back at his palace and she did not seem happy. Jediah and I talked in passing and I promised him faithfully to stop by his place soon after the “Becka” show ended. Patel not only owned this big resort but he had a private resort or home adjacent to this one which was “not for the public.” I learned that South of France, Kauai, England, Williamsburg, Va. and the Black sea were just some of the places that Patel could “go public” without being seen by the public. I wanted to ask him about his father. I promised him once more that I would see him after the show.

  In the big ball room of the ‘Public” main hotel, the band was warming up, and testing out the stage. “Becka” was not there, she was under close heavy security at all times. It was much too dangerous for her to be in public. On stage were some dancers and the original Gospel Café Band from the mountains of Virginia. I have all of their old CD’s back home and I know every member. Tommy Turner was still singing and leading the band. I had figured him to be dead by now. He must be old as dirt but he looked great. I got Jackie Robers autograph to prove to the people on ship that I did really know her. The Durrett family were all still with the band; Buddy, Dorothy, and Joey. My old friend Buddy had just become the most successful song writer in the history of recorded music with a little help from “Becka!” Buddy’s top one hundred Gospel songs download had been number one for over ten years now. When Joey came in the public entrance he was mobbed by young gals from the ship. Joey unaware that the p
ublic had arrived was quickly cornered. This was a funny scene but Joey soon got back on his feet and started signing autographs. Both generations of Kovacks were there also, I looked around for my old friend Chuck, his wife Christina said he had lingered in the casino trying to lose his pocket money, but kept winning instead. Chuck was the original Dobro player in the band and also “Becka’s” dad. His family has cut many music CD’s in their own studio including one nasty Rap video of the Osoma daughters, that was too sick to even name here, but paid very well. His older daughter named Summer had much success in Nashville, but now his daughter “Becka” was in a world wide class all by herself. I had hopped that the spoiled little “Becka” had not “gotten worse” for all the wear and attention of fame, but I feared there was little hope. “Becka” was always a hardheaded child before her fame she was just a little tot back then. The last time I saw her she was only five. “Becka” started singing every weekend night at the original Gospel Café the day she turned one year old; before she could even walk or talk much. “Becka” was in charge of the little Café gospel singing spot by the time she was two, or so she thought. No wonder she became a singer, she was born to it. Yes Becka was only five years old the last time I saw her. I asked her mother if she might still remember me, and Christina said “sure.” I wasn’t so sure it had been years! Tonight in Bermuda the old Gospel Café Band was going to open up the show for “Becka” and even back her up in some numbers at her request. Each of them would be featured solo to this “older” crowd here in Bermuda. Security slowly tightened up as band practice started. This ball room could seat five to six thousand people. One thousand five hundred had come ashore off of the Great Ark. The show was now over sold and that might be a problem for security. The ballroom had two sides facing the ocean and beach. These walls were surrounded by a patio about the size of two football fields built on the sand. Three double sets of French Doors on each side opened onto this brick patio with hundreds of cement benches and small shade trees. This made a good over flow area.