Speaking of Revolutions, by UN-censored Kenny Hendrick

Preface

Unless you are on an island by yourself and haven't access to a television, radio, or printed media programming, you've heard of riots and marches and chantings filled with banter for a revolution or some other undertaking. At the time of this writing I believe the rioters are shooting up government buildings or marching for Black Lives Matter (I'm interjecting this note in case history is changed...don't laugh, it happens). Other groups call for the de-funding and dismantling of the militarized Police, it's all around us.

Suffice to say, we have all heard the grumbles of coworkers, relatives and from all walks of life. We have heard it even on the media or some political talk show. We have heard of Texas and other States submitting documents to rescind from the United States, even.

However the "better" vision that is being portrayed to us, we have never once heard of the plan that is fully laid out on how the "monumental" change will be funded. Nothing of designated drop-in replacements or the logistics of stopping the runaway National Debt, which at the time of this writing is almost 24 28 30 TRILLION (gone past zero-broke).

I wish we could come up with a way to make things better or to increase our Nation's Coffers, but let's face it, the ball rolled right past us without a blurb from the "Protectors of our Freedoms", years ago. Any media coverage that has come out or will be coming out in the future is about 20 years old news.

Now one of my primary thoughts are whether or not I will ever accomplish coming up with a way to leave an everlasting record. A record of events from a retard's perspective, a record that will survive great fire or worse destructive forces...like the Jews of-old did (lucky them for no fires, huh?).

You have three minutes to Live. Would you trade it for a minute of death?

End Preface.

Chapter One - Formative Comments

I was a Mason before I learned to type.

Before I learned to code in html and css and before I learned how to operate my own internal and public servers, and before I learned how to install my own power plant consisting of solar, wind, and large batteries, I was an installer of brick, block, stone, concrete, etc. for a living.

Then I became a Subcontractor, and eventually a Contractor with two other Mason Contractors under my direction. Everything else in Life seemed to have let me down but work was not scarce for me.

Some feats that even a normal person would be hard-pressed to add to their Resume were the estimating, bidding, and acquiring of contracts that included the Adairsville Water Treatment Plant's masonry (about $42k), the Cherokee Water and Sewerage Plant (about $164k), and even concluded contracts with TVA (Tennessee Water Authority) which was/is owned by fortune-500 company called Fluor corp.

Other projects I concluded are government work such as the Georgia State Lottery Building addition, a T.J. Maxx, and even a contract for the masonry contained within a fortune-500 company called General Mills.

How did I get those contracts and how did I complete them?

The hard way, I started from the bottom at age 15 mixing mortar, installing scaffolding, a job that only a High School dropout would want.

Since I am mentally inept in some areas (mostly involving social contexts), at 17 I decided to quit working for my employers and get my feet wet by going out on my own.

The company name did not exist at first, I was just a kid that did not know anything really. Eventually I gave the company a name. The company of One (me) was named "Affordable General Works".

I knew absolutely zero how to run a company, even if it was only me. People have to first know a "me" exists so how does that happen? Other questions that beleaguered my simple mind was what to charge, I did not know what equipment rentals and materials were going to cost.

Oftentimes I concluded the early contracts at my own expense (no kidding).

Basically all I knew is that it took approximately 20 shovels of sand to mix with one bag of Type S or Type N mortar and that it is customary to throw in a shovel of portland for good measure.

But America was less stringent when I was young, people were more generous and care-free. America had a vibrant marketplace with visitors coming to spend here. With a little marketing crash-course I went all-in (over and over and over), but eventually caught on.

Home repairs were acquired by basically finding something broken.

So If I saw you had a busted front brick step that I thought I could fix, I knocked on your door. Later the Government would pass a law concerning "no soliciting", which basically spelled, "No Competition allowed".

This is nothing new to me. I have no recollection of Chicago where I was born, but still while I was too young, a police officer threatened my mother causing her to cry at the front door of the house we resided at on Norton Street in Rochester, NY. He told her of the law that prohibits my continuance to sell koolaid and lemonade from our front lawn. I remember feeling really low, like I failed at making a good beverage or maybe I didn't have enough ice or maybe the ice melted or that the officer was told that I was selling watered-down kool-aid. He only took one sip and for good measure, because he was a cop and I remembered "officer friendly" who was in our class-room a few days prior, I gave the drink to him for free. Could my handiwork be so bad?

I didn't understand this thing where a word called "law" would make people do mean things to other people simply because they were told to.

But by age 18 I became a full-fledged Union Mason even though the rules to become a full-fledged mason were not met (such as needing two people to speak up for you...I had nobody).

Eventually the work rolled into larger and larger projects, that basically kept me barely afloat to afford food. When you're nobody, a lower price is all that might get your foot in the door.

This went on for a decade or so, but then one day I had to go on the run.

There's a crucial part of the story as to why I was able to get the contracts that the locals and inter-State companies were not, and it hadn't anything to do with a low price.

Now I'm not going to reiterate what I've already written elsewhere, the rest of that story is covered in other Pages already written within this website.

I am going to suffice to say, that at one-time in this Great Nation, we were able to live a little free-er.

Chapter Two - Changing of the Guard

I remember distinctly where I was and which government Job Site I was on, it was the building of a new Georgia Jail when a passerby shouted from the walkway that we were building our own jail.

It was an odd statement to me at the time, later it would prove to be nothing short of a prophetic utterance.

I remember thinking, "That guy's crazy", and "He's just jealous because he's probably unemployed", and "wow, there sure are a lot of new jails and prisons being built this year, I wonder why?".

At the time, I hadn't yet entirely grasped the Georgia accent so for the most part the bypassers preaching were not something fluidly being accepted in my brain as English.

So upon receiving my birth name back (to replace the government name that they inadvertently gave me), my life was quickly dismantled and I became fearful. Again, the details of this are divulged in the afore-linked shortcut above.

While on the run, I learned a few things along the way. I learned that the Government's play was to claim I was married. This ensured that no matter what employer I might find work with, the expected pay would not be my recompense for work-rendered.

And then, after quitting employer after employer, each time the check was dissolved with the words of, "well as an employer I'm obligated to withhold your pay for your wife, later employers would claim that I owed child support too.

Of course, I've never been married.

Eventually, strange occurrences were happening, attempts against my life, but why!?

During one of my lower state-of-being years, I recalled the war...it came and went with "mission accomplished" while I sat in a jail with hundreds of others. We watched on television as the precursor turn of events of 9-11 quickly being dubbed by the media programmers as "Twin Towers" when we all saw three towers and a Pentagon "attack".

I titled this Chapter, Changing of the Guard, because it fits.

Intermission

My Intermission, before I tell you the Truth (which may make some cry, others will be incredulous by what I'm about to propose actually happened, and still others will not be phased one little bit by this news, even if it is new to their ears and intellect), but before I tell you the crushing news I think a word of warning for anybody that might want to pursue truth in 2021.

Ignorance will make for an easier life, but if you must know, whatever you do don't fall apart. You are still alive. There is no dead in our streets and war is not on the home-front.

Count your blessings.

As for me, the CIA out of Maryland and the Department of Defense out of Cincinnati are contained in my server's log files, strange entries are made to my communications that occur upstream and beyond my control.

Without so much as a courteous letter as to a reason for the attacks, I instead am punished for asking why I've been placed within 13 simultaneous black-lists (at the same time).

Whichever entity is controlling our communications, is making huge mistake (I should not have to go to foreign websites just to get answers to average questions, partly by reason that if I should discover something really great, foreigners would reap the benefits inadvertently). The details of this and the huge number of suspensions and account terminations made by a higher power with control over every social site I was a member on. Social sites such as Google Plus suspending me without reason or warning more than a half-dozen times and each time telling me they can't say why it is happening. Twitter,Facebook, Yahoo, and so many other sites were terminating me suddenly.

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