Thursday, August 8, 2013

Digging Deep For Content... And A Horrifying Dream

             Welcome back, My Dear Readers, to The Other Shoe.  I would like to say “Thank YOU!” to everyone that comes here to The Other Shoe to read my work.  I am writing this posting on August 8, 2013 at about 2:30PM Pacific time. I started writing this post this morning. I awoke, this morning @ 5AM in tremendous pain. My neck was throbbing and shooting electrical shocks into; my upper left arm, the left side of my face and into my jaw and teeth on the left side.

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I also awoke to crushing depression. Let me explain. Six months ago… I finally had the courage to mention.. my depression to my doctor. I found myself.. crying, uncontrollably for no apparent reason. This was happening several times a week. Oh, I have plenty to be upset about (intractable pain, growing weakness in my left side arm and leg and now the loss of what I have considered home for the past decade… along.. with a personal problem.. that I have been advised not to discuss… from someone whom I have a great deal of respect for… STILL talks to me. ) However, I was raised to be stoic and have, for the most part, spent my adult life doing well at hiding my feelings… except anger. That one, evidently, it is OK for Southern boys and men to show. 

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Well, I just now found out… Do any of you remember me complaining about Silver Script? My ‘Part D Prescription Plan provider’ over the last two to three weeks? About how I am no longer allowed to take my pain medication as prescribed by my doctor of ten years? I have been taking Vicodin Es (Hydrocodone biturate 7.4 mgs/ 750 mgs Tylenol) for the past eight years. For the past five, or so, I have been taking six a day. Along with a pain medication patch (that helps over night. I have break through pain when I sleep. It actually wakes me up… but not before the pain causes some deeply disturbing dreams… remind me.. ).

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I have spent over six hours on the telephone, just in the month of July. Well, I did not even think about this… but I have a cap on my cell plan of 450 mins. I just got notification that my bill is $205.79. I spent six hours on the phone with Silver Script representatives… much of it on hold. I did not even think about the plan limit… I was focused on getting my pain medication as prescribed. Now, I have a $200.00 phone bill, just when I am desperately trying to save money to move.

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This is the depression I am talking about….every day it gets worse. First, I want to tell everyone I am not thinking of hurting myself or others. I want to live! Even in the horrible and intractable pain that I have 24/7/365 I want to live. It is just that I keep getting kicked. By the owners of the building. By Silver Script for my medications. Now, by Sprint over a phone bill… I DID use the time.. it is just how I used the time. Honestly, it would have been cheaper to just pay for the prescription than this phone bill.

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I wrote this article to talk about how I am creatively tapped out. That I wrote so very much, last week, that my head is… empty. That is not the case, now. Now, I have plenty to write about… nut my pain is peaking… and my depression is peaking at the same time. I apologize for sitting here and complaining. I dislike myself when I write and end up complaining for asking for help.

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 I would much rather be writing about; Princess Nadia on her first adventure, the bills passed by Congress at the advent of ‘The War On Poverty’, or about some news that strikes my fancy. I apologize to everyone that has just added me to their RSS feed or just put The Other Shoe (at Word Press) on email notification. I promise, My Dear Readers, I will get back to writing about all of these topics.

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I will write about more positive and informative topics, soon. I just wanted everyone to know… I am having a bit of a spell. I do not want to write about ‘The Adventures of Princess Nadia’ when this storm cloud is over my head. I do not want my depression to show through… in my writings about Princess Nadia. That would not be fair to her memory… it would not be fair to all of YOU!

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I treasure you, My Dear Readers, I genuinely treasure your time… your comments, your ‘Like’s and I am deeply honored that you come here to read my work. I promise you, My Dear Readers, I will do my level best to get out of this funk.

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Quite honestly? If my campaign… was… more funded… this would give me; some reprieve from the pressure of writing to draw traffic. If I had some wiggle room I could chase the dark clouds away from over my head. There are only 18 days left for me to gather donations. That scares me a lot. Last night I had a dream.

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I was… in a public library. I had my notebook computer… the one that I write everything... I post on… and… there were parts to the notebook missing. I was desperate to write… to publish… to entertain you, My Dear Readers, but my computer would not work. There were external drives missing… and a power cord or two. I was frantic, in the dream, to get my notebook working and begin to write. In the dream… I had envisioned a scene from ‘The Adventures of Princess Nadia’ in my head. I was desperate  to write it down… before it left my head. I couldn’t… my computer would not work… Glen was no where to be seen… I was frighteningly alone. In a strange library… not in my home… not in any home. I could not, for the life of me, get the darn computer to work. Then, I heard breathing... over my shoulder. Deep and raspy breathing. Heavy and steady. Then I could feel the heat, coming from the breath. I could feel someone... something behind me... breathing and waiting. Waiting for me to fail. My skin began to crawl, the hackles on my neck raised. I was genuinely scared to death. I had this feeling... that whatever was behind me? Had the parts I needed to make my notebook work. All I had to do? Was turn around and face my fear. Then I would have the parts I needed to write for you, My Dear Readers. So, I gathered my courage. All the time the breating getting louder, more raspy and gutteral, deep and forboding. I gathered up my courage. I slowly turned around.... Then I awoke.

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I do not dream often at all, anymore. I have a dream that I remember less than twice a year… at the most. That is the dream I had, last night. Shortly after I awoke… sweating… deeply upset… and in tears. I am so very scared up ending up homeless. I am so deeply afraid of what is to come. Most of all… I live in terror… of loosing you, My Dear Readers.

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I am honored by you coming here to read my work and genuinely moved by your ‘Likes’. Please accept my apology for being so depressed… and not hiding it. I promise you all that I will do my best to write again soon… happier.

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Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Unbridled Capitalism vs. Human Strife

        Welcome back, My Dear Readers, to The Other Shoe. Today I am going to write about a concern I am facing with regarding my publications at The Other Shoe. I like to write about news and policy that strikes a personal note, to me. Policy that effects my life, or the lives of people close to me. For the past three years I have written articles on a myriad of subjects. I have never written any article just to lambast a party or political party member.

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I do not write articles to bias anyone. I do my best to write articles that are, at their core, unbiased. I avoid writing about junk ‘news’ or who is investigating whom. I do not hide the fact that my personal politics are ‘progressive’. I admire President Teddy Roosevelt and President Franklin D. Roosevelt (coincidence or what?) It is my heartfelt belief that America is built on the shoulders of the working class. I believe that concentrating wealth is a ‘Bad Thing’ and has resulted in two major economic downturns (The Great Depression and The Great Recession) have brought economic strife through out our great land.

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. I am not alone, in that school of thought. As a matter of fact, the majority of ‘Ivy League’ and non-religious (secular) economists agree. Wealth, in America, is built from the ground, up! I also think that our nation’s overall health can be judged by how well the least of us are doing. That America, like many other great civilizations (ancient Athens, Rome, Egypt to name a few) is built by the lower and Middle class. That without health, and a certain amount of wealth, in these working classes your nation will collapse.

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I learned, in college, history of many past civilizations. There does need to be a wealthy and or ruling class, but without the poor and Middle class’s wealth in mind? Your civilization will collapse. I do not, however, believe that any people should be allowed to take advantage of programs for the; poor, seniors and the disabled. I do not think they should become a way of life. (As a side-note, there are more studies that show this phenomenon is less common than certain politicians claim). I do not believe in Social Darwinism. That just reeks of White Supremacy and Ruling RACE ideals. I have read Ayn Rand’s ‘Atlas Shrugged’ and ‘The Fountainhead’. I have also read L. Ron Hubbard’s ‘Dianeticis’.

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Having said, I no more believe Objectivism any more than I believe that aliens are responsible for all our ‘Bad Emotions’. I was born to, and raised, in a genuine Middle Class family in the 1960’s and 70’s. We were not rich, but we never went without. In my life I have lived.. poorly. With little income and living hand-to-mouth. I have also had the great fortune and (with hard work) lived and worked in Beverly Hills! I have saved money, often, in my life. I had quite a bit of savings, when I was struck with this malady. I hated that, in fact, I went through it faster than it took to save. When I first got ill and could not work.

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I do not think it is good for our country for millions of Americans to be homeless. I do not think it is in the best interest of our nation’s future for children to go hungry in the single wealthiest nation in the history of mankind. Regardless of why the child’s family does not have money for food? The child should never go hungry. Period. Neither do I believe that a child of three or four should weigh a hundred pounds (or more). Aye, there’s the rub! See, like a ‘canary-in-a-coal-mine’ I think there is an social… natural indicator of something institutionally wrong. That in one single neighborhood there can be a child nearly starving, going to bed every night hungry. And two blocks over, there is a child the exact same age and they are morbidly obese. THAT, My Dear Readers, is like a canker sore for everyone to see. This, obviously to me, is a sign of an underlying illness (sociologic and economic) much in need of a cure.

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However, like mankind’s shift from the polytheisms of ancient man, to today’s monotheism. The cure of which I speak would be as; difficult, instrumental, and world shaping. Imagine that, for just a moment. For the past two millennium (two thousand years) mankind (for the most part) now believe in the monotheism of One True God.

However, for nearly ten times the length in time (it is estimated that mankind worshipped many ‘God’(s) for roughly twenty thousand years) polytheism was the truth!

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We all learned of the Grecian ‘God’(s); Zeus, Athena and Apollo to name just a few.[1] These “God’(s) were worshipped for nearly a thousand years. (from 800 BC to 200-300 AD)[2] In the land of Ur (ancient Mesopotamia) dates back to 3,800 BC and in Ur they were polytheists that believed in Gods in the sky. The father of Abraham (the father of the Hebrew faith, and the beginning of Monotheism) was a maker of statues of these ‘Gods. It was Abraham that is the single man that set in motion the change, for all mankind, the shift from polytheism to our modern day monotheism. The Hebrew Bible (the Torah - Tanakh) was the very first book of its type.[3] The very first time mankind had written down the stories that made up their faith.

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Mankind has not always believed in “One True God”. In reality mankind has spent more millennium convinced that there were many ‘Gods’ than mankind has spent practicing monotheism. That’s right! We, the people of this planet, are new to this monotheism. It took a thousand years, for this new religion to take root. Many millions of the followers of; Judaism, Christianity and other monotheistic religions DIED in the pursuit of this new faith. This faith that taught “One God rules all things” and not what had been worshipped and believe for ten times two-fold millennium before. However, here we are in a world where practitioners of polytheism are referred to as pagans. A world where billions of human beings believe in the ‘One True God’ be his/her name be; Yahweh, God or Allah.

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It is this kind of monumental change mankind is facing, today. Capitalism is actually kind of new. It is not always been the engine that drove commerce. For a time, not so long ago, England and Spain built these huge Armadas. Fleets of ships that roved the seas. They would do some exploring, but that was not the reason for their existence. These huge fleets of ships, these Armadas, were built for one reason. Theft!

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Each country used their armada to steal gold and spices and treasures from the ‘New World’ going back to Europe. This was from around the later part of the Sixteenth century and the beginning of the Seventieth. For several decades… and I found this so flipping amazing when I studied it in college… These two World Powers actually considered stealing from each other ‘Commerce’. They based their entire economies on trading wealth back and forth. Looking back across time… it is pretty nearly hilarious. However, at the time it was happening? They were deadly serious. They were stealing gold and artifacts from cultures they conquered and killed (not creating anything, just killing and stealing). Then, as they were brining these treasure back (again, stolen loot) the opposing faction would attack and steal (yet again) the ill-gotten loot.

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OK So, you see, back in the latter sixteenth century and well into the seventieth the two largest powers on the planet Earth built their whole economies on theft! The Spaniards would steal from the Incans. While taking the gold and treasure back from the New World the English would raid their ships and steal the loot stolen from the Incans. Then, when the Spanish royal family was low on loot, and just couldn’t get a ship home with the stolen loot. Then the Spaniards would take their armada and steal back the stolen Incan loot. Round and round this went, for several decades, until one day one side woke up and decided that this economic model is unsustainable.

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My point is that this seemed, for a time, a perfectly normal and viable engine for commerce. Just as the monotheist looks back on polytheism and thinks to themselves how stupid (FYI this is reflected in the tradition of ‘April Fools’ – Pagan vs. Christian). We now look back on the circle of theft that sustained huge Armadas as foolishness. It is in my heart of hearts that do believe that one day (and it may be soon) mankind will look back on the capitalism as the same kind of cannibalistic engine for an economy. That capitalism was an improper and even immoral engine to drive a people’s economy.

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Then, today, I see an article about the newly sworn in Pope Francis. Pope Francis recently Tweeted:

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““My thoughts turn to all who are unemployed, often as a result of a self-centered mindset bent on profit at any cost.”[4]

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He regularly cites the pitfalls of unrestrained capitalism. Speaking on Vatican Radio in May of this year;

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“A society that “does not pay a just wage”, that “does not give work” to people; a society that “that only looks to its balance books, that only seeks profit” is unjust and goes against God.”[5]

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“"Not paying a just [wage], not providing work, focusing exclusively on the balance books, on financial statements, only looking at making personal profit. That goes against God! How many times – how many times – have we read in 'L'Osservatore Romano' .... A headline that impressed me so much the day of the Bangladesh tragedy, 'Living on 38 euros a month': this was the payment of these people who have died ... And this is called 'slave labor!'. And today in this world there is slavery that is made with the most beautiful gift that God has given to man: the ability to create, to work, to be the makers of our own dignity. How many brothers and sisters throughout the world are in this situation because of these, economic, social, political attitudes and so on ... ".[6]

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“Today - the Pope said - we can no longer say what St. Paul said: "He who will not work, will not eat," but we have to say: "He who does not work, has lost his dignity", because "he cannot find any opportunities for work". On the contrary: "Society has stripped that person of dignity." [7]

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“Today, it would do us good to listen to the voice of God, when he spoke to Cain, saying: "Cain, where is your brother?". Today, however, we hear this voice: "Where is your brother who has no work? Where is your brother who is subjected to slave labor?. Let us pray, let us pray for all these brothers and sisters who are in this situation. So be it"[8] .

I find it reassuring that on the very day I am ready to publish this article. These quotes I find from our current Pope. Comments, so rarely seen from head’s of state, about the crippling income disparity that runs rife through out our land.

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I do not think that the Pope is attacking capitalism or the wealthy. That is a strategy that would likely fail. I believe that the Pope, like myself, is urgently warning mankind of the pitfalls of unrestrained capitalism! That living just by the bottom line of a ledger is not a viable plan. That we, as a people, as a nation, and a species have to work to create more and equal opportunity. Least our societies collapse.

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That brings us to the end of (what took three and a half days to write) this article. As always, My Dear Readers, you deeply honor me by coming here to read my words. In closing, I want you to rest assured. I mean no harm or offense to anyone. Thank you!

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Tuesday, August 6, 2013

August 6th, 2013 Danny's Update

Welcome back, My Dear Readers, to The Other Shoe. Today I am in extreme pain, but I cannot just leave everyone in the dark. I am working with the Nuance Dragon Speech software… and I doubt I will have a chance to correct. Please overlook the… errors. At least just this once.

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I am in incredible pain. Yes, over last week I pushed myself much too hard.. too long.. and I have done some damage. Groovy, now I have shooting pains into my face. That is a first. Hence, me taking some time off.

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I have reached $800 in my campaign. I am thrilled by all the support. However, the room I am looking to move into is $940 a month, with a $600 deposit. I need $1,540.00 in move-in costs… plus whatever I can hire some people and a truck. Honestly, the $5,000.00 (actually $4,600 (after Indiegogo’s cut)-150.00 bank fee = $4,450.00 is what I would end up with if and that is a BIG ‘if’) I manage to raise all the funds that I targeted.

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I am no where near what I really need. My Dear readers, I gave my all last week. It showed with over 500 ‘Like’s. Now… I just need to be genuine or pathetic (Thanks James) enough to garner the rest of the support I need. I am getting used to jumping through hoops… Just have to know which hoops I need to jump through. Sorry, still getting used to using bold on this voice to text.

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I am sorry. I have to stop and post what I have… I just got this shock.. down my neck.. really high.. and into my face… that is like someone pluged me into a wall socket. I will come back soon.

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Monday, August 5, 2013

Today? Danny Saved LIVES!

 Welcome back, My Dear Readers, to The Other Shoe and a very special article all about me. As most of you know the building I live in has been sold. The building was sold to foreign interests with offices in Los Angeles. They have kicked everyone but the long term residents out, with only days to a week notice. They took away our dumpsters before providing replacements.

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From the very beginning they have shown a desire. To half-ass every job and treat residents here (some as long as ten and twenty years) like second-class citizens. Today was no different, My Dear Readers. I awoke to the sound of dump trucks and welding. I looked outside only to behold a site that was shocking. They were working on the half-demo’ed pool!

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I saw no permits, anywhere around. Therefore, I went to look at what has going on. A little back-story, first! Four years ago, the last management company hired a single worker to rehabilitate our pool. They sent this person with a jackhammer to remove the plaster from the pool Instead, this diligent worker hammered through the foundation of the pool. Past plaster, past, concrete, past (and breaking) rebar all the way into the earth.

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For anyone that has a pool, or works or worked in construction. Once you break the foundation, and the rebar, you need to demo said pool. Then start all over again. What these new owners were avoiding? Permits and costs.

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What they were placing in peril? Human lives, nothing less! You cannot simply repair the rebar, and pour new concrete. (There were four places where the rebar was broken and the foundation cracked). They almost got away with placing human lives at risk!

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Not while Danny Hanning is on the watch! So, I called the City of Cypress Code Enforcement and reported what I saw. The person I spoke with knew the Cypress Lodge and even asked “are they demoing the pool?” I replied “No sir they are not. They have welded the rebar and are packing in some dirt with a concrete mixer handy they are going to finish this today.” His response was “No, they are not!”

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Within moments the inspector arrived and shut the whole thing down. See, once the foundation is cracked and the rebar broken there is little recourse (so far as my knowledge goes) but to completely dismantle the existing pool. Present plans to the City of Cypress to rebuild, then rebuild the pool from the ground up.

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You see with a pool you are dealing with thousands of gallons of water. Each gallon weighing 8.34 pounds. That means a pool, if this size, the foundation is supporting nearly seven tons! Plus the weight of the people playing in the pool. Plus the kinetic energy created by playing. That, My Dear Readers, is why the pool’s foundation must be one piece poured at the same time. Cured at the same time for weeks.

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Therefore, by calling code enforcement and forcing this new owner to do this work according to laws and regulations, I have Saved lives. If they had gotten away with just patching this pool. One day… while children were playing and families were vacationing. The pool repair would have broken. The ground (not pounded down to specifications) would have given way, too. I see it in my mind’s eye. It would have been a disaster. I was a very good civic citizen today. And I am proud.

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Now I ask your indulgence… I ask for your support. I desperately need to get away from this place, and now you know why! Yes, I am being evicted… but who wants to stay in a place where they are so reckless with human lives? Please, take a moment and donate to my cause. I will never forget your kindness… ever.

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Saturday, August 3, 2013

Sunday Funies - August 4th, 2013

Welcome back, My Dear Readers, to The Other Shoe. If it is Sunday then it is time for ‘Sunday Funnies’! Today I have one of my favorite antics by Alexander. He just loves curly fries from Arby’s. This is a short of Alexander absconding with most of my curly fries, just the other night.


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Friday, August 2, 2013

A Week In Review - August 3rd, 2013

            Welcome back, My Dear Readers, to The Other Shoe. If it is Saturday the it is time for ‘A Week In Review’. It has been a tremendous week, by any measure, though a stressful one, too. Unfortunately, this week, I totally lost one day. Real life encroached on my schedule and wiped out my Friday.

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I am fighting a battle to keep a roof over my head. The building I have live in, for the past decade, was sold and I am being forced to move. You can read all about it, and my plans… and my needs. At my funding campaign over at Indiegogo. 9Just click on that blue link and it will take you there… WITHOUT moving from this page on m blog).

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However, My Dear Readers, you need never fear. For as long as there is breath in these lungs, and I have my computer… I will be thrilled to write for YOU!

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Now, with all that out of the way, and without further Adieu. I bring you one of my favorite regulars here at The Other Shoe… ‘A Week In Review’

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  • Sunday Funnies July 28th 2013:  “Welcome Back, My Dear Readers, to The Other Shoe and July 28th’s edition of the ‘Sunday Funnies’. Today our star is my boy Alexander. After all, he is this houses’ star.” Alexander never fails to bring in the ‘Like’s. He is scheduled to be my star this weekend, too. He is the smartest and happiest rat… well, one of three. I have been so blessed with these little guys, over the past dozen years. First was Alice, then Nakita, followed by Nadia (The Princess of my stories) and finally Alexander. For everyone that might wonder, these rats are uncommon. They are not the ‘rattus rattus’ (the black ones that live on ships) nor are they ‘rattus norvegicus’ the common ‘street rat’. The rats that I own, and love dearly, are called Fancy Rats and have no scientific designation. They are common ‘pet rats’ of a breed first stated in Victorian England. These hearty little guys, and gals, were breed to fight! Not to fight each other… nope, but to fight dogs! Yes, DOGS! Terriers, to be exact. However, if and when my stories are printed… and they do well? I am marketing them (and patenting the name )’Rattus Superiorous’ For, in truth, they are superior.

  • The Dreaded Monday July 29th UPDATE!: “Welcome back My Dear Readers, to The Other Shoe. Today is an update in my continuing adventure “Where Will Dan Live?’ version 1.0. Today I went to the office, and met the representative of this new owner. She was quite tight, with the information, but I did gather enough to cause me some panic. We are to be notified, in writing, on Thursday. August 1st what fate will befall us.” This was a difficult article to write… and publish. I dislike… stronger… really dislike ( J ) having to ask for assistance or appear weak. Allen is always reminding me “Danny you are not weak.. you are diabled… and given the chance… ‘Bad’ people will take advantage… of you. I am ‘fighting the good fight’ and I will go toe-to-toe. However, I have legal people backing me… that is what I spent Friday ensuring. I still need to raise money. I still will have to move. (I do not want to stay and fight… thought the lawyer @ Legal Aid seemed to favor the idea of me doing just that) I want to find a new home; that is safe, one the first floor, and is ‘disabled friendly’

  • Secretary of State John Kerry Breaths Life Into Palestinian-Israeli Peace Talks! : “Welcome back, My Dear Readers, to The Other Shoe. Today, My Dear Readers, I have the joy of writing about a subject very dear to my heart. This particular subject is a subject that I have; read about, thought about, and talked about a great deal since I was a boy of six in 1963. The subject (that is so very dear to my heart?) is My Dear Readers, Israeli and Palestinian peace!” This is the direction I want to take my blog(s). No longer do I want to add to the din of hyper-partisnaship that has swept through our great nation like a plague of locust. It is my honest and heartfelt desire to talk about POLICY and not Politics. This change has come about by me listening to YOU! My Dear Readers, so many of you have told me (in comments and emails) you are all so very tired of the political partisanship that seems the lifeblood of the media. Granted, our Forefathers wanted partisanship in our Democracy. It was supposed to keep politicians true. However, I fear that it has been bastardized (by both parties) to the point that ‘partisanship’ no longer fills the need. Only ‘Hyper-Partisanship’ will do. I reject that premise and I have made a conscience change. Form this time forward I will work diligently to only talk about our nation’s policies and not point fingers anymore. Honestly, I have many people that I love and respect that are Republicans. I respect them, not in spite of our differences but because of them.

  • And, On A Happier Note From Danny : “Welcome back, My Dear Readers, to The Other Shoe and an afternoon posting. I just had to come back and write something less…. Beggy. Thing of it is? This adversity is bringing out the strong writer in me! Get this, since the first week in June I have written and published FIFTY articles. (50) I’m, sorry for that break there… I was just taking a moment to ‘Smell the flowers’. And, just that I did! I am so very happy that so many people come to read my work. I am; flattered, honored and (at times) beside myself with joy. I simply LOVE to write. I can do it all day… well, as long as my pain allows. I love seeing the ‘Like’s at the bottom fo each article as they go up and up. For the first time I am seeing ‘Like’ numbers in the Thirties and Forties and FIFTIES! Don’t think for a moment I don’t notice. Because? I DO! “Thank YOU!”

  • 60 Day Notice And MORE Bad News…: “Welcome back, My Dear Readers, I was having a nice day doing some laundry and eating a frozen burrito. Allen went down, to get the mail at the front desk, and they handed this Sixty Day Notice. No problem, we knew that was coming. We have been here more than a year, they have to give 60 day notice to vacate and a 30 day notice to raise rents. (remember I said that…)” This was a very difficult day for me. Writing this article… I honestly cried. My Dear Readers? I have lived in this place a decade! It may have brown water. It may not look like much on the outside. But… It was my home. Inside I have all my furniture (I had them move theirs out years ago )I have raised four of my children, under this roof. I hope and pray I find a better place to live, now. I had a very good and old friend that once told me this about myself… ‘Danny… you have a way about you. You can take a storm cloud and turn it inside out and make a sunny day.” If that is true about me. First, I thank God. Second, my father and mother. For without their love and guidance I could have never been the man I am today. Last, I take a little credit. Because it does not come naturally. Every time it is an effort… turning that storm cloud inside out. Some days I manage… some days I fail. I just hope when my last breath is breathed… and the score is tallied. More times than not, I have managed to turn that storm could inside out and brought a little sunshine into others people’s lives as well. 

  • Danny Hanning’s July 31st, 2013 Update : “Dear Family, Friends, Facebook & The Other Shoe Followers, I had hoped to take a day to rest. Just a morning and afternoon. My pain has become so intense, and now shoots through my face and jaw. IT has become the quite literally ‘Intractable’. In that it never fully resolves… quits. If I am awake, I am in pain, period. But I digress.” This was a very short article. Mostly just an update to tell all of YOU, My Dear Readers, I was alive and kicking and to please do not worry. See… My Dear Readers? YOU are very important to me. Your ‘Like’s… Your ‘Share’s… They are like a lifeblood to me. I live in a vacuum, in a small room… mostly alone. I have my Alexander and my caregiver and roommate, Glen Allen Gay. He works a lot… and hard to help support. However, most times of most days… I sit alone in a room 13x20. You mean the world to me, My Dear Readers. Never forget that.. . Please?

  • The Whittling of America – Part Two – Enclaves : “Welcome back, My Dear Readers, to The Other Shoe. Welcome to Part Two of ‘The Whittling of America – Enclaves’. For those among you, My Dear Readers, that read my work often, or frequently. You’ll remember that I took an adventure last Tuesday, July 23rd . This adventure took me from my home here (for the moment) in Cypress, South to Disneyland and then finally to Rolling Hills Estates.” This is my best work, I feel. This article moved me so much… it took two articles to finish and over a dozen pages to complete. Yes, there may still be misspellings… an editor I do not have. I do my level best to proof read each and every article I write. However, there is this… ‘Writer’s Bane’. In that, once we write something… we cannot see our own flaws. If ever you have been a writer or and editor, of this I am sure you are familiar. I have; begged, pleased and prayed for an editor. I do my best without. NOW This article came from deep within me. Based on a trip I took to the doctor’s office. Innocuous, right? A truip to the doc? Not for me! If you haven’t read this work… well, what can I say. You should. In my humble opinion? It is some of the best work I have ever done. Nuff said?  

  • August 1st, 2013 Danny Update and VIDEO! : “Welcome back, My Dear Readers, to The Other Shoe. Today I am presenting a New Video! This is an updated video, and of better sound quality, too. Things just keep changing… mostly getting worse. More than anything in the world, My Dear Readers, I look forward to the time when I get back to just writing for fun! I am deeply sore, inside, from working to ingratiate myself in hopes of invoking your generosity for my campaign. Please do not misunderstand, I LOVE writing for you and entertaining and sharing. What pains me is the constant focus on raising money.” This article was built around a video I made. If you haven’t watched it? I think you should. We all are human. However, not many of us are willing to show it. I did. That is all I will say. 

  • The Whittling of America – Part Two – Enclaves Cont.: “Welcome back, My Dear Readers, to The Other Shoe. Today I am going to continue my story from ‘The Whittling of America Part Two Enclaves’. I would like to thank everyone for all the ‘Like’s and sharing my last article. I am working to present the best content and entertain. I am currently working to garner support for moving. The building I have lived in, for the past decade, has been sold to foreign owners. They are acting in an intimidating fashion to several of the long term residents here, and two other disabled Americans in this building.” The second half of the article. This work means a lot to me. It came from the heart. It came from vision I saw, while on the road. As a young man, I criss-crossed this great nation of ours, twice. I have seen parts of this great nation of ours… I was privileged to see. From the ‘Grand Canyon’ to the Pacific Ocean’. From the ‘Heart-of-Texas’ to Pike’s Peak. I’ve had the honor and privilege to get to know this great nation of ours, intimately. As a writer… I see things others don’t… or try not to see. If I were to put this whole article into the fewest words possible? That would be it. This trip was nothing unusal. What I saw… in the sights.. in the people… was nothing short of moving and touching. If you haven’t already… it simply is a ‘Must Read’.

  • Daniel’s Angels August 1st, 2013: “Welcome to The Other Shoe and today’s edition of Daniel’s Angels. I have been… concerned… gravely concerned about.. my work.. my campaign… and it has hurt my health. Today?” Somewhere in the Bible it says “And the Last shall be first, and the first shall be last.” That is how I feel about this article. It may well be the last listed here, in this list, today. However, in my heart this article (and the person it honors) are first in my heart. Kathye Rogers Warfield has a very special place in my heart. I hardly knew here in High School (though I DID vote for her for Class President…at least once) she has been a TREMENDOUS contributor and asset. Her kindness and understanding seem to know no limits. She is what a ‘Good Christian’ should be. As well, as everything I have said so far. Kathye has been instrumental in a large change here @ The Other Shoe. Without meaning.. I offended Kathye. Again, I apologize Kathye, I never meant to ‘chase you away’. However, because she had the courage to explain to me my worng? I have made a conscience change to my blogs. No longer (I will try my best I promise) will I focus on Parties (political). It is my desire to focus on Policy and Change. Thanks to Kathye I have learned a hard and important lesson. If in writing what one believes, you offend the people you respect? You have cut off your nose, to spite your face. “Thank you Kathye for taking the time to show me the error of my ways.


 

And, with that, My Dear Readers, we come to the end of this article and to the end of the week. Looking up I see one thing. This week I was prolific! Eleven articles in seven days. This is a new record for The Other Shoe! Never before have I bent over this keyboard and produced this much work. My neck and back, my arms and hands feel it. Yes, My Dear Readers, I am racked with pain. However, doing it for YOU is a pleasure and the money, this week alone, is well worth the pain.

As always, My Dear Readers, it is an honor for you to visit and read my work. A deep honor I will never forget. When ‘The Adventures of Princess Nadia’ hits bookshelves? You all can say “I’ve been reading Danny’s work for years at The Other Shoe. Again, “Thank you!” and may peace be with you, every day.   

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Why Must Congress Cut Food Stamps... NOW?

Today I saw an article, at MSNBC, that caught my eye… then it hurt… me. This article will be a test. A test of my abilities. As a writer, and as a humanist. The test? Can I write an article about policy and leave out the politics. This is a very important challenge for me. Let me tell you why.

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I was born, raised and educated in South-East Texas. Pearland to be exact. I am a proud Texan. However, when I was a boy, in Texas, the state was ‘Blue’. Meaning that more than not, at that time, Texans voted Democrat. When America elected John F. Kennedy they also elected a Democrat Vice President named Lyndon Baines Johnson. LBJ was, at the time, the epitome of a Texan. He was larger than life, had a deep accent, a voice that was both deep and thoughtful. And hands… Well, let me you a short story. When I was six or seven, when the honor I did have, to meet LBJ. I was with my father, my BFF from 3-13, and we were at either Ellington AFB, or at my father’s society.

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Here is what I remember… I remember a warm and rumbling voice… I remember he cast a shadow whenever he stood in front of you. He was so tall and large, it was like he blocked out the sun. I remember than even though he was an enormous man, when he stood in front of my father and spoke to him… I was not scared. I remember him leaning down (way down) to look me in the eye. Then he grasped my hand in both of his… and my hand disappeared. Literally, My Dear Readers, I lost sight of my hand! Even though, to me, he was a giant. Even though, in his hands mine disappeared. There was this overwhelming calm that I felt. I was not afraid. As a matter of fact… I remember feeling like I wanted to give him a hug.

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LBJ asked me my name, and I replied Daniel! He smiled… leaned over… and whispered in my ear “When you grow up… you are going to vote Democrat… right?” Lucky for LBJ that even at this young age I knew of politics and I knew my father and mother voted Democrat. I replied

“Yes sir… a straight ticket, all Democrat. Like my father does!”

I remember that he laughed. Deep and rumbly, it shook the air around us, and I felt it in my tummy. He smiled so large I thought he would split his face in half. He turned to my father and said (something I did hear often… and it made me proud to have people say it to my father… with me there)

“He’s as smart a whip, eh, Ken?” and he laughed again… then moved on.

My father was beaming, so awestruck he did not speak… simply nodded. LBJ was a great man, and I was/am proud that I had the honor to meet him.

When LBJ took over the Presidency from our slain President Kennedy, he did not ride on his laurels or those of his running mate. On January 8th, 1964 (I would have been six) Lyndon Baines Johnson changed America by announcing the beginning of the ‘War On Poverty’[1] This war was joined by legislation such as the; ‘Social Security Amendments of 1965’’[2]’, ‘Food Stamp Act of 1964’’[3], ‘Economic Opportunity Act of 1964’’[4], and ‘Elementary and Secondary Education Act’’[5]. These laws were passed, all of them, with (what we cannot seem to do for the life of US) Bi-Partisan support! In the House of Representatives and the Untied States Senate these pieces of legislation received wide Bi-Partisan support. The major reason why the strong, and across party lines, support?

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During John F. Kennedy’s Presidential run for office he did something no President had done since Franklin D. Roosevelt. He took trains, he rode in cars, and he toured the South. And what did he find? Rampant and intractable poverty all across the South. At the time the ‘War On Poverty’ started the rate of poverty in America was Nineteen percent. That means, if you took five people… let’s say from Texas. From five different towns, ONE of those five would have lived in (often generational) poverty. America was the wealthiest nation on the planet. The most wealthy in human history.

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We could not stand to know this, and see such intractable poverty harming fellow Americans. I clearly remember before America was forced to watch our son’s die in battle in Vietnam. We sat at our T.V. Trays and watched as John and Robert Kennedy sat on porches, in the South, of the deeply impoverished. Once We (THE American people) saw the footage and heard the stories? There was no turning back, we simply had to act.

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At the time these laws were passed (and I cannot say this enough, with Bi-Partisan support) the national poverty rate was 19%. One in five Americans lived in poverty, and many it was intractable and generational. We were the single richest nation in the history of man. We could not tolerate the fact the 19% of US could not; feed, clothe or shelter themselves. It had to stop. I remember hearing about this poverty, as a child of seven and eight. I remember asking my father “Are we poor?”

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Nineteen percent. The nation was horrified by the size of that number. We moved as one and struck at its roots. I remember it was the topic of many a sermon @ South Park Baptist Church. I remember the ‘Food Drives’ and other activities held locally to address poverty in our own backyards. I remember giving up clothes, canned goods and time @ South park Baptist Church. I, sincerely, wanted to do my part in this ‘War On Poverty’. However, I was not alone. I saw other children, my age, at the church helping in the same cause. I saw ‘shorts’ on the Nightly News about other children getting involved.

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As a nation we moved in unison, we moved with purpose, we moved as ONE regardless of; race, color or political affiliation. This poverty reflected on US all, every single one. The line between the Haves and Have-Nots would (at least) be, for the time, blurred. And, like everything else that our great nation puts it mind too… focuses on… moves as one! We took a big ol’bite out of poverty in America. And I was proud.

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Psalms 82:3-5: “Defend the poor and fatherless; Do justice to the afflicted and needy. 4 Deliver the poor and needy; Free them from the hand of the wicked.”

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When LBJ lead; the Congress, the Senate and the American people into war against poverty the national poverty rate was 19%. Today in America in 2013 the national poverty rate is (conservatively rated at) 15%.[6] That is equal to 46.2 million America citizens. Danny is sitting here, and without even thinking, is doing some math… in his head. In forty-nine years we have dropped poverty only four percent. They estimate that over 16.2 million children live every day in hunger. In America… today.

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1 John 3:18 Little children, let us stop just saying we love people; let us really love them, and show it by our actions. 1 John 3:19 Then we will know for sure, by our actions, that we are on God's side, and our consciences will be clear, even when we stand before the Lord.

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Today I read an article that disturbed me, and is the motivation for this article. Now, My Dear Readers, I firmly believe that up to this point I have been objective. I have not favored any party, nor have I bashed any political party. Now we get to see how well Danny can dance (not very well… you can ask my date to the Prom (Lisa Long DeHoyos) or anyone from “The Man Who Came To Dinner’. With two left feet, I was born, there can be no doubt. However, here goes my very best attempt to avoid politics and speak only of national policy. I cannot edit the title of this article. Therefore, the use of a party name in this link and header is not my doing and beyond my power.

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Republicans to propose $40 billion cut over decade to food stamps program[7]

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I deeply apologize if this title did offend anyone. Please believe me when I tell you, and I mean this with all respect and admiration, if the title would have read the name of the other party. I would be writing the very same article in the very same way. I hope that you can accept my position, and my apology, and not hold it against me or my blog and my writing. A promise I have made, to myself and to others, to leave partisanship behind and it is a promise I will work hard to keep. I think it is important, for me, but I also think it is a lesson we (as a NATION) could do well to learn. If we can leave partisanship (especially this new breed of ‘Hyper-partisanship’… and it is both parties that engage in this practice) behind I think we would have a better chance of making this a better nation.

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Mat. 25:44 "Then they will reply, 'Lord, when did we ever see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and not help you?' Mat 25:45 "And I will answer, 'When you refused to help the least of these my brothers, you were refusing help to me.'

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The cuts will come over ten years, at four billion a year. Since the financial downturn of 2008-2009 the roles of the Food Stamp program (now known as SNAP- Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program[8]) did swell. However, what is to be expected? Our nation suffered, what is now being called, ‘The Great Recession’. With twelve million Americans looking for; a second job, a job that pays a “Living Wage”, or just a full time job one can reasonably expect that more Americans would not have enough money to pay their rent and food. In my humble opinion, there should be no shame in asking for assistance to feed your family… or just yourself, if it is beyond your means. Now, I do not think that we should be providing food for; drug dealers not reporting their drug sales income, any recipient of illegal funds that are not reported, residents that are here illegally and have committed crimes while in our nation, and parents with children that simply refuse to look for work or work for the state for their benefits. Having said, I do think that; people with disabilities that simply cannot work, mother’s with infant-school age children who work one or two jobs and need the assistance, the elderly and seniors, Veterans of our nation’s Armed Forces, and people who work as many hours as the jobs they have allow and still live below poverty. There are more… but I am sure you understand.

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Our nation has not, yet, completely recovered from the single greatest economic downturn since The Great Depression. Especially when we all got the good news that our national deficit has fallen $642 billion in 2013.[9] This is not some mathematical error and it is not partisan. I saw this reported on Fox News as well as; NBC, CBS and ABC. Please, put parties aside and politics as well. Let us look at this as fellow Americans individuals of all walks of life banded together for the betterment of our posterity and our nation. Did I mention that this equals Sixteen pint two million children?[10]

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1 John 3:17 But if someone who is supposed to be a Christian has money enough to live well, and sees a brother in need, and won't help him--how can God's love be within him ?

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I don’t know about you? But that part… I find unconscionable. The entire budget for SNAP (at its highest recorded level) was $78 billion dollars. During the height of the Iraq & Afghanistan wars the United States was paying out nearly $100 billion a month for third party vendors to feed our troops in these war zones. We are out of Iraq and by the first quarter of 2014 our troops will be out of Afghanistan. The savings of just one month from not fighting these wars will pay for One YEAR of “Food Stamp’ benefits that will reach nearly ten million American families.

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By now you have all noticed me doing something different. Within this article I am placing quotations from the Christian Bible. As I mentioned, earlier, I was Baptized @ South Park Baptist Church in Houston, Texas. When my family moved to Pearland ( and I am very proud to be from Pearland) we attended the First Baptist Church of Pearland Texas. Until my parents marriage went south, we attended church regularly. My father was involved in both churches. In Houston he was an Usher then later a Deacon. I do not talk of this often, and I do not brag about it either. I am proud of my membership in these fine churches. I am very proud of the lessons I learned and the positive effect attending had on me. I only mention it now… because… How, pray tell (play on words) can we call our nation Christian… how can we call ourselves Christian… if we support cutting programs that feed the poor of our very wealthy nation?

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Prov. 14:31 Anyone who oppresses the poor is insulting God who made them. To help the poor is to honor God.

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I place these quotations not to guilt and not to insult. I place them out of a desire to put our actions (Rather the actions of our Representatives in the House of Representatives) into perspective. I am proud of my Christian upbringing. I am proud to be a Christian. I think that our nation has done well to keep Christianity alive for our children and our children’s children. But… doesn’t actions… even only intended… speak volumes about these the callus natrue of these acts? Cannot we make cuts to other programs that do not feed the poor, the disabled, and our seniors? I mean, why can’t Congressmen and Senators take… let’s say… a 3% pay cut and keep feeding these impoverished Americans?

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An offering, like that, would certainly get the Congressional approval rate above seven percent. Yes? I know it would improve my opinion of Congress and the Senate. Heck, I would even approve of cutting endowments for the Arts before we put the axe to food for the impoverished!

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1 Sam. 2:8 He lifts the poor from the dust-- Yes, from a pile of ashes-- And treats them as princes sitting in the seats of honor. For all the earth is the Lord's And he has set the world in order.

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My Dear Readers, I am nearly finished. I have said my full and I cannot think of any more arguments for America to do what we all know to be rightful action. If, by chance, you agree with my sentiment. If you agree that other programs or the military should be cut before these programs to feed the poor. Show your support. Show your support by; leaving a comment here on this thread, call your representative, write a letter to your Congressman or Senator or call. The number for the Congressional switchboard (which can locate your representative and connect you to them) is 202-224-3121.

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As always, My Dear Readers, it is my honor to have you visit my blog. You honor me by reading my works. I thank you for your time and am grateful for your comments and support. Thank you for your time, it has value and I respect your time.

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Please… I have been the awestruck recipient of a very generous donation this week. It has pushed me well towards my goal and I am eternally grateful. However, I am still far from my goal and I ask for your support. Please… if you can… please give. If you simply cannot? Please share my works, my blogs, and my campaign… and leave the rest to me.

“Thank YOU!”

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Thursday, August 1, 2013

Daniel's Angel August 1st, 2013

Welcome to The Other Shoe and today’s edition of Daniel’s Angels. I have been… concerned… gravely concerned about.. my work.. my campaign… and it has hurt my health. Today?

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Today I received a blessing. A person I greatly respect touched my life… and it has brought tears to my eyes. That earns Kathye Rogers Warfield (I use the Facebook name… well, because I want everyone to KNOW who helped) the title of "Daniel's Angel" for her incredible charity. This stalwart citizen is a shinning example of what makes our nation great.

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Thank you Kathye Warfield for your kindness and support.

The Whittling of America – Part Two - Enclaves Cont.

                    Welcome back, My Dear Readers, to The Other Shoe. Today I am going to continue my story from ‘The Whittling of America Part Two Enclaves’. I would like to thank everyone for all the ‘Like’s and sharing my last article. I am working to present the best content and entertain. I am currently working to garner support for moving. The building I have lived in, for the past decade, has been sold to foreign owners. They are acting in an intimidating fashion to several of the long term residents here, and two other disabled Americans in this building.

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Yesterday they removed the dumpsters from the building. No there is no place to discard our trash. Brilliant! There is an Update Video by Danny (just click on those words). Now, back to our story!

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Allen had just mentioned the smog, mistaking it for smoke from a fire. Neither the driver nor myself had the courage to tell Allen that it wasn’t smoke from any fire… just L.A. smog. We began our accent up the winding road that leads to Rolling Hills Estates and ‘Promenade on the Peninsula’ the mall that Dr. Gorlick no has his offices. The van worked hard as it climbed up the winding road into the hills of Palo Verdes. We, literally, we moving above the enclave of the poor and the Long Beach port area.

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I was excited and my breathing began labored. I haven’t written much… of this new problem I am having. There are two respiratory problems I face now. I have emphysema (from years of smoking… I quit smoking six years ago) and the pressure on my spinal cord is causing me difficulty in breathing. Once or twice a week, now, I awake at night… and I am not breathing. Occasionally I awake to a narrowing tunnel of light… from the room. I have to throw my body over to the right, with my right arm, to lay on my back. Once on my back, I begin to breathe regularly again.

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Evidently my struggle with breathing was obvious because the driver asked if I was in need of assistance. I told him “No, we will be there soon.” At the very next light we took a right and pulled into the parking area of the mall. And what a mall it was!

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Now I have been to the Beverly Center in Beverly Hills. I have ‘Window Shopped’ on the World Famous – ‘Rodeo Drive’ in downtown Beverly Hills (I used to work right off of Beverly Drive and Rodeo). I have been to many… many malls, here in Southern California, from San Diego to Westwood. Never have I seen a ‘fancier’ outdoor mall in my entire life! It is an ‘Open Air’ mall… but it was clean! The name of the mall was Promenade on the Peninsula and it was a site to see! There was a; Banana Republic, Anne Taylor, Abercrombie & Fitch, an Urban Underground and a J. Crew there is an Ice Rink, too. It is a three story mall built right into the hills!

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AS soon as you walk into the mall area… you smell the money. You know that you are walking among the top 10% and the kids do not have zits! J I KNEW my doctor was good and he had his last birthday party at the Beverly Hilton. However, it just didn’t sink in until that day. Allen and I rode/walked around for about an hour. We got to the doctor’s office early so we window shopped for things we would never be able to afford. It was Fun!

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However, it was strange to me. Almost unnatural at first glance, at least to me. None of the teenagers had zits, and all had perfect smiles. You knew that they came from families with (lots) of money, yet they dressed down. Se, I was in my (discount @ Marshall’s) Tommy Hilfiger polo shirt and Tommy Hilfiger slacks. I was wearing a Oscar De La Renta sports jacket and I was the best dressed person I saw. It is almost like they have the money so they don’t want to look the part. But walk into the Ruby’s and see a single hamburger was $14.00, you just know that you are in a wealthy neighborhood.

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Just moments ago we were travelling in the most impoverished neighborhood I have ever seen. Just five minutes drive, up a hill, and into another world you arrive. The change was stark and it took me a few moments to adjust. The next thing that I noticed? The stares!

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Everywhere I went they stared. They looked at me like “…what is a disabled person doing in our mall?” Then I find that the elevators do not work. I have to go out, through the parking garage, and up to the third floor. Exit the parking garage, at my doctor’s office floor. I wasn’t going to let anything get in my way of seeing Dr. Gorlick. I had just traveled since 9:00AM and nothing was going to stop me now. Everywhere I turned, every time I moved from one area to the next (like from the theater area to the dining area) they stared at me.

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I know that most of you, My Dear Readers, will never experience this feeling. And, for that, I am very glad because it is not a very nice feeling. I know that the people mean no harm, and that for many it might well have been the very first time they saw a disabled person… in person. I am not here to judge. It is just this totally uncomfortable feeling that gets right under your skin. However, once I got into the doctor’s offices, it passed and I was back to feeling OK.

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I had never been in a doctor’s office in a mall. It was a completely new experience, for me, so I took it all in. There was the Disney Channel playing on the T.V. (at the other office it was channel 9 (KCAL9). The office was very large and had two nursing stations. Kind of like a hospital. The equipment was all brand new and of the highest quality. When doctor Gorlick came into the room, he was carrying a laptop. This office was completely up-to-date with the electronic records we all hear about.

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Dr. Gorlick was very happy to see me, and expressed surprise that I came all that way on mass transit. We had a very good visit, and then I got my refills and the follow-up appointment. We were in and out of the office in just a matter of twenty minutes. We had waited longer than I thought, so we rushed to go back to where we were to meet the van. We only waited a few minutes, and then the driver pulled right up. I rode my power chair back in front, and he strapped it in place.

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I immediately asked for the A/C to be cranked… I get hot so easily now. With that we headed back down the hill and out of the enclave for the wealthy. I looked in the rearview mirror, as we left, and wished a little wish. I wished to know, in this lifetime, what is it to live that comfortably. Looking back, now, I just wish not to end up on the street. However, if my novels do very well… well, there is no telling how fare I can go. One thing will never change. I will always remember where I came from, Pearland… and now the poorer part of Orange County. No matter where life may take me, and right now… it is merely the desire to not be on the streets. I will never ever forget this trip, both ways, and what I saw and learned.

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Travelling back, oddly enough, we went pretty much the same way. Back through the port area, then into downtown Long Beach. A quick pick-up, then drop-off and off to Disneyland again. The return trip was pretty enlightening… easily as much as the trip up (get the analogy? UP and is class?) Descending from an enclave of the wealthy, down into an area ripe with poverty. From downtown Long Beach, with the homeless people with carts. On to the freeway, and dropped off at the playground for the Middle Class.

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Then back on to another van and another freeway. Only to be dropped back, eight hours later, at what is still my home. Funny, that… coming back to the Cypress Lodge I didn’t look down on where I live. More than anything??? When we pulled up? I felt the terrible fear return. As soon as we hit the driveway… my heart jumped and did cartwheels. Even though I saw it as home. I knew it would not be that for long.

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That feeling hangs over all I do.. it is in every breath I take. This feeling of… soon… very soon… I will not even have this… the Cypress Lodge. I am looking. I am making calls. I am planning for the MRI and everything I can. But still… there is, like, a blanket that hangs over everything I do and see. A dark blanket… like one of doom that blocks out all light… all kindness. I feel it now, even as I write, a deep seated fear. What if…

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What if I cannot get something… van or truck, to move my belongings? I do not have insurance, now, as I do not have a car. At this time… I do not have the money I will need to move. What if… the time comes… they come to lock me out… and I have not put the resources together. That is what keeps me awake every single night. A fear that creeps into everything I do.. Every thought I have… Every emotion I feel. This fear has permeated my entire life… and only one thing will make it go away. Certainty.

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I can find a place, to live. It might not be as nice… I can hope it will be nicer. I think I can manage (with enough money) to rent a truck. With which to move my things. Everything depends… hinges on… Me having the money. That is why I fear so much. That is why I do not sleep. That is why my fingernails are all torn down to the quick. I an so deeply afraid … the money I will not have.

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Sorry… I really didn’t plan on going there. I really didn’t. Just, somehow, writing about pulling back up into the Cypress Lodge, that day, will the emotion took me there. I apologize for voicing my fears… that way.

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That brings us full circle in my tale. Back to where we began. I hope that I relayed some of the wonder and emotions that I felt. I hope that, at least sometime, you saw through my eyes. This country… this great country of ours… has changed. Not only has wealth and influence collected around a small group of people. The ‘Have nots’ are in enclaves, too.

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Enclaves that do without. Without clean streets. Without clean air. Without a ladder to climb out. We Americans have separated ourselves, according to wealth. It would not be so bad… or indicative of something worse. If only the disparity… was not so pronounced. The disparity, My Dear Readers, is so very stark. In this journey I saw it, like a movie playing out before my eyes. It was real it was tangible. It felt like I could reach out and touch the pain. I had to take an extra long shower, once I got home.

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As always, I want to “Thank YOU!” For your time and I am honored you come here to read. I hope that my life gets on the right track… and I can continue to wire for you.

Again

“Thank YOU!”

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August 1st, 2013 Danny's Update And A NEW Video!

Welcome back, My Dear Readers, to The Other Shoe. Today I am presenting a New Video! This is an updated video, and of better sound quality, too. Things just keep changing… mostly getting worse. More than anything in the world, My Dear Readers, I look forward to the time when I get back to just writing for fun! I am deeply sore, inside, from working to ingratiate myself in hopes of invoking your generosity for my campaign. Please do not misunderstand, I LOVE writing for you and entertaining and sharing. What pains me is the constant focus on raising money.

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That is just not the way I am wired. I very much enjoy writing and just sharing my work. You never see ads (@ Blog.com The Other Shoe) because (back when I had money left from the power chair campaign? I used some of that money to remove the ads!!!)

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I am just so very tired. I hardly sleep… I have little to no appetite… hence; my weight is now down to 158. I cannot live this way. All I really need? A little assistance from everyone, (That or one large donor… but I am praying for that… I dare not ask). I still have up the Disneyland 50th Anniversary Annual Passholders EXCLUSIVE Dessert Plates and Pins.I have lowered the donation threshold considerably. I can only hope that there is a Disneyland collector out there that will extend their generosity and in exchange receive Mint Condition Disneyland Collectables.

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I have a lot of work to get done, today. More stories to write and a dozen phone calls to make. Please? Take a moment and watch the video of me updating everyone in the campaign and @ Facebook and The Other Shoe(s).

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(Daniel Updating His Family, Friends and Followers)


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Again, I sincerely apologize for interrupting your lives by asking for your help. I assure you that, just as soon as I have the money I will move and I promise to work hard so that I never have to ask for your support again.

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As always, I am deeply honored that you come here and read my work. I look forward to the day, soon, when I have moved and all this is behind US!

Thank YOU!

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