(Poem) Barrels And Bullets

Barrels And Bullets

In 632 it began with the deceiving of a man

Deceived by a snake wrapped in the sand as if a man

Hate rising, man against man, over and over again

God’s covenant was given to all of mankind

By being aloof with great ego’s mankind is blinded

 

 

To their brothers of the sand they hid the love of God’s Bride

For their love was not within, being consumed in their pride

Through the centuries now wonder how many millions have died

For the love that was not given their brothers were driven away

To our brothers and sisters of the sand hate kills the Soul of a man

By your love not given you drove them into the arms of the deceiver

 

 

For the black gold of the sand now is covered in red

Of all the innocent women, children, and men

The leaders of this world have sold their own souls

How many bullets does one barrel of black gold hold

That is one that I’m sure the great deceiver knows

 

 

A brief history of the California Gold Rush

(THIS ARTICLE IS COURTESY OF TRIVIA GENIUS)

 

A brief history of the California Gold Rush

The California Gold Rush was a defining moment for 19th century America. Most of us learned the basics of this watershed event back in school, but few of us are really familiar with the fateful events that led to one of the biggest gold rushes in world history.

How did it start?

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The California Gold Rush unofficially started in January 1848 near the base of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. A carpenter, James Marshall, was working on building a water-powered sawmill in the area when he happened upon a few flakes of gold trailing down the American River.

“It made my heart thump, for I was certain it was gold.” –James Marshall

This would be the first gold harvested in the Gold Rush, but it wouldn’t be long before Marshall’s discovery went public.

Within weeks of the discovery, word got out that there was gold in the hills. And while Marshall’s initial claims were met with disbelief, there were plenty of locals interested in investigating the story for themselves.

The mass migration begins

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It didn’t take long for other Californians to realize that Marshall’s claims weren’t just bluster. There was gold in the area just waiting to be claimed—and for those who got their hands on it, it offered an instant path out of poverty into the world of wealth and fortune. Naturally, this was an appealing prospect for plenty of impoverished workers.

According to reports, nearly 75 percent of male San Franciscans had left for the gold mines by June 1848, and by August, there were over 4,000 miners in the area. (Unfortunately, John Sutter—the owner of the property where Marshall initially discovered the gold—was one of the first victims of the Gold Rush. By 1852, his property had been overrun, destroyed and vandalized by so many transients that he eventually went bankrupt.)

The initial tides of fortune-seekers were from California and the surrounding areas, but once word got out, the excitement couldn’t be contained to Union borders. Miners traveled from across the world to find their fortune in California, with prospectors coming from Oregon, Mexico, Chile, Peru, and China.

It’s hard to overstate the massive population boom that occurred in the area. The non-native population of California was only 800 in early 1848; throughout the following year, the population skyrocketed to 20,000. And by the end of the following year, it reached 100,000—over 100 times as many inhabitants!

The end of the rush

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The biggest boom of prospectors came in 1849, after word of the rush had spread across the world. These so-called “forty-niners” raised the population of the region significantly, creating tough situations where small towns were overwhelmed with too many people. Crime, violence, and theft were common throughout the area, and many suffered as a result.

To make matters worse, the gold had already started to dry up by 1850. By then, most of the easily-accessible surface gold had been picked clean by the earliest prospectors, and miners were forced to work hard and dig deep to uncover even the smallest bits of gold.

Of course, this didn’t stop people from flocking to the area. Miners continued to come to California over the years, its population swelling to 300,000 by 1855. Thanks to this nonstop influx of people, and the rise of hydraulic mining equipment used by businesses to tear through the region, the Gold Rush proper was over by the end of the decade.

How much gold WAS there?

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Reports on actual gold totals vary, but historians believe that nearly $2 billion in gold was mined during the Gold Rush. At its peak in 1852, around $81 million in gold was being pulled up annually, with this total decreasing each year as the rush went on.

It sounds like a lot, but very few prospectors actually struck it rich. Most miners were poor, working-class individuals who spent what little savings they had traveling to the area, paying for lodging and buying equipment—and the majority never recouped their investment. A select few were able to achieve their dreams of striking it rich, but many more were left worse off than they were before.

Long-term impacts of the gold rush

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The California Gold Rush represented an opportunity that few could pass up: the chance to become a millionaire overnight. And while most didn’t make it, this push had some drastic long-term impacts for the region and for the Union as a whole.

The crazy economic boom caused by the Gold Rush is believed to be responsible for speeding up California’s admission to the Union in 1850. And several of its cities, such as San Francisco, became busy metropolitan areas that would remain vibrant and strong over the coming years.

Of course, it all came at a cost. Countless miners died on their journeys to California and in the dangerous gold mines. The local Native American population also suffered greatly; California’s Native population numbered around 300,000 before the rush, but within the next 20 years, over 100,000 of these people were dead due to displacement, disease, and mining-related accidents.

Like all watershed moments throughout history, the California Gold Rush brought equal parts prosperity and hardship. Its impacts can still be felt today—both in the local regions where it took place and as a cultural artifact of American history that’s fascinating to look back upon.

(Poem) Barrels For Bullets

 Barrels For Bullets

 

In 632 it began with the deceiving of a man

Deceived by a snake wrapped in the sand as if a man

Hate rising, man against man, over and over again

God’s covenant was given to all of mankind

By being aloof with great ego’s mankind is blinded

 

 

To their brothers of the sand they hid the love of God’s Bride

For their love was not within being consumed in their pride

Through the centuries now for how many millions have died

For the love that was not given their brothers were driven away

To our brothers and sisters of the sand hate kills the Soul of a man

By your love not given you drove them into the arms of the deceiver

 

 

For the black gold of the sand now is covered in red

Of all the innocent women, children, and men

The leaders of this world have sold their own souls

How many bullets does one barrel of black gold hold

That is one that I’m sure the great deceiver knows

 

 

Honest, Truthful American History

Honest, Truthful American History

 

On old wooden leaky boats smaller than a rich mans toys

We all climbed in and to this new world we set our sails

There’s some that have joined us who are looking for gold and fame

Most came for the hope of land that they could till in their own name

 

Roanoke Island, Jamestown on the river off the Chesapeake Bay

To Plymouth by the Rock these old creaky boats found their way

Pushed, pulled and chased yet most whites came by their own will

Many really had no choice, poverty and the laws chased them away

 

This strange new world with all this lumber and open land to claim

An extension of Heaven to all white males this land lays in wait

Wait, who are these strange red faces, with arrows pointed our way

Indians, so-called by Captain Columbus and his misfit crews I think

 

America, with all these wide open spaces surely I can make my way

White male land owners ordained, we shall be from sea to shining sea

These Indians don’t matter there just good excuse to use our black powder

What our white mans diseases don’t wipe out we will turn into our slaves

 

America, Valhalla to all white males who have the guts, guns and gold to stay

Kill all the Indian Braves then turn all who are left breathing into our slaves

The Chinese aren’t white so we can use them like dogs to lay our steel highways

Then these Black Devils from Africa, they are only good for work, whips and chains

 

Why should we be forced to stop at our borders whether by land or by the seas

Canada to our north settled by the French so of course we have every right to invade

To our south we burst through their front door to Mexico City we rode without shame

Spanish, Mexicans and them damn Indians, if we killed them all who would care anyway

 

Our gold bought Alaska from those Russians so damn it, no war, we didn’t get to play

Then of course there were those primitive Hawaiians, not knowing what we had in store

With big guns and ships we invaded their Islands, killed half the men, imprisoned their Queen

Now their land is our land as we buried our flag in their sand, you know we always want more

 

Is it through ego or arrogance that why some of us don’t understand the outside world

Why do some roll their eyes and snicker when we say that peace and human rights are our stay

America, I do still believe that she is the best nation to ever give her people a somewhat honest chance

So don’t get angry when others see us different, just look at Nixon, Trump the Bushes and Guantanamo Bay

 

 

 

 

Nearly 1,000 South African Miners Are Trapped Underground

(THIS ARTICLE IS COURTESY OF TIME NEWS)

 

By BLOOMBERG

Updated: February 1, 2018 2:39 PM ET

Almost 1,000 workers remained trapped underground at a South African gold mine after a power failure.

Sibanye Gold Ltd. is using a generator to get the workers out of the mine, but “having some problems,” according to spokesman James Wellsted. Rescue workers have freed 336 employees from two shafts, while 955 remain trapped at another shaft, he said, adding that there were no fatalities and the workers are fine.

“We don’t know when it will be done,” Wellsted said. “They are trying their best to get the power restored.”

South Africa’s state-owned utility said power will soon be returned to the Beatrix mine. The outage was caused by a severe thunderstorm that swept through large parts of northern Free State province, said a spokesman for Eskom Holdings SOC Ltd.

Mine safety is a perennial concern in South Africa, which operates some of the world’s deepest and most dangerous mines. Workers are having to go deeper in ageing shafts to access additional ore in a country that’s been mined commercially for over a century. Last year, fatalities in the sector increased last year for the first time in a decade.

The National Union of Mineworkers branch leaders at Beatrix are assisting in taking food and water underground, the union said Thursday. The incident began at about 8 p.m. on Wednesday during the night shift, NUM spokesman Livhuwani Mammburu said by phone earlier.

Officials from the Department of Minerals are on site and providing advice, the department said on Twitter. “Currently all employees still underground are accounted for,” it said.

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(Humor Poem) Give Me Gold

GIVE ME GOLD

 

If Gold is our God, we shall never be in want

Gold always lets us lay down in pure pleasures

Gold floats us upon Lillie Pads in Crystal Waters

Gold always lets us shop in all the most Chic of places

Gold restores the fortunes of the weak, for its own name sake

 

Even though we are welcome in the finest of Casinos and Royal Houses

We have nothing to fear with our linens threads of pure Gold to lay upon

Our Stocks, our Bonds, our Secure Boxes filled with Gold, it comfort us

Nothing like Gold to make our enemies to bow at our table if they want to eat

Gold Chalices anoint our hands, because of gold, we live a life that over flows

 

Purely Nature itself gives Her blessings to us, as long as we are well supplied in Gold

All the days of our lives we deserve to live in pure luxury, we have the power of Gold

If we wish we can live in mansions made of pure Gold, after all, aren’t we Demigods

Gold is our strength, why would anyone pity week-minded, the poor, the old, leaches

Gold is Eternal, if there is a God, we will put him in his place with a bribe a bit later

 

 

(Poem) Barrels For Bullets

Barrels For Bullets

 

In 632 it began with the Devil deceiving of a man

Deceived by a snake wrapped in the sand as if a man

Hate rising, man against man, over and over again

God’s covenant was given to all of mankind

By being aloof with great ego’s mankind is blinded

 

 

To their brothers of the sand they hid the love of God’s Bride

For their love was not within being consumed in their pride

Through the centuries now how many millions have died

For the love that was not given, their brothers were driven away

To our brothers and sisters of the sand hate kills the Soul of a man

By our love not given we drove them into the arms of the deceiver

 

 

For the black gold of the sand now is covered in red

Of all the innocent dead, women, children, and men

The leaders of this world have sold their own souls

How many bullets does one barrel of black gold hold

That is one that I’m sure the great deceiver knows

 

 

Spearfish South Dakota: Great Sioux Nation: The Blood And The Gold

Spearfish Dakota and Blood

What an odd name, ye think of me

But for a lack of good or even bad luck

Maybe my name would be more renowned

In the books of our country’s history books

Black Hills Dakota, land of lore, gold and blood

Deadwood you know, Hickok lying in his own

Crazy Horse, the one who cried when bees touched his blood

The Seventh went down in history, their sins paid with their own

 

My feet have always been planted in the center of timber and gold

All around me is glory and fame and the dried blood of many

The great Sioux Nation and the tears that they paid

Not even the grade school books tell the truth of our story

Come visit Custer’s Last Stand they got what they deserved

Rapid City a main gateway to the great northwest

Four faces carved in stone, a true Rushmore Monument

I stand true to the blood sweat and tears who bore me

Of my name I am very proud though white men gave it

Sturgis now rumbles right next to me loud and proud

Spearfish South Dakota, Black Hills magic then and now

Naked Swimmer Gets His DING-A LING Hooked By Fisherman

(This article is courtesy of the Berlin Germany News Paper ‘The Local’)

National

Naked swimmer hospitalized after angler hooks his penis

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Naked swimmer hospitalized after angler hooks his penis

Published: 26 Aug 2016 17:01 GMT+02:00
Updated: 26 Aug 2016 17:01 GMT+02:00

At first the man thought he had just become tangled in some weeds, but when he looked down he noticed in horror that a fishing hook was tugging at the most sensitive part of his body, the Augsburger Allgemeine (AA) reports.

The man, who told the local paper he wished to keep his identity secret, is a regular at Augsburg’s Kaisersee, a popular bathing spot for naked swimmers.

He was doing the crawl with his head under the water when he felt the unpleasant sensation in his thighs – and only then did he notice that there was a fisherman on the shore.

After he shouted out his warning to the fisherman to hold still, he swam towards the angler’s position on the bank.

It was then that he realized the extent of the problem: the hook had pierced his penis and he was unable to remove it.

Using a knife which the fisherman had on hand, he cut the hook free from the line and proceeded to cycle home with his new body piercing hanging between his legs.

Back at his house he lowered himself into his car and drove the final stretch to the hospital emergency room.

“The doctor couldn’t hide the grin from his face,” the man told the AA.

Luckily though the medic was able to remove the hook from his genitals and treat the wound. The result was nothing more serious than a swimming and shower ban for a week.

But the fisherman reportedly expressed little sympathy for the swimmer’s plight.

“He told me it’s not an official swimming lake and that it’s his right to fish here and there are signs up to prove it,” the swimmer said.

He explained that he hadn’t seen the signs, but added: “From now on I’ll swim a bit further into the middle.”

It just goes to show that you never quite know what you’re going to get in a Bavarian lake. Sometimes it might be an unexpected body piercing, sometimes it might be a bite from a giant pigeon-eating fish… and sometimes it might be a bar of gold.

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Honest, Truthful American History

Honest, Truthful American History

 

On old wooden leaky boats smaller than a rich mans toys

We all climbed in and to this new world we set our sails

There’s some that have joined us who are looking for gold and fame

Most came for the hope of land that they could till in their own name

 

Roanoke Island, Jamestown on the river off the Chesapeake Bay

To Plymouth by the Rock these old creaky boats found their way

Pushed, pulled and chased yet most whites came by their own will

Many really had no choice, poverty and the laws chased them away

 

This strange new world with all this lumber and open land to claim

An extension of Heaven to all white males this land lays in wait

Wait, who are these strange red faces, with arrows pointed our way

Indians, so-called by Captain Columbus and his misfit crews I think

 

America, with all these wide open spaces surely I can make my way

White male land owners ordained, we shall be from sea to shining sea

These Indians don’t matter there just good excuse to use our black powder

What our white mans diseases don’t wipe out we will turn into our slaves

 

America, Valhalla to all white males who have the guts, guns and gold to stay

Kill all the Indian Braves then turn all who are left breathing into our slaves

The Chinese aren’t white so we can use them like dogs to lay our steel highways

Then these Black Devils from Africa, they are only good for work, whips and chains

 

Why should we be forced to stop at our borders whether by land or by the seas

Canada to our north settled by the French so of course we have every right to invade

To our south we burst through their front door to Mexico City we rode without shame

Spanish, Mexicans and them damn Indians, if we killed them all who would care anyway

 

Our gold bought Alaska from those Russians so damn it, no war, we didn’t get to play

Then of course there were those primitive Hawaiians, not knowing what we had in store

With big guns and ships we invaded their Islands, killed half the men, imprisoned their Queen

Now their land is our land as we buried our flag in their sand, you know we always want more

 

Is it through ego or arrogance that why some of us don’t understand the outside world

Why do some roll their eyes and snicker when we say that peace and human rights are our stay

America, I do still believe that she is the best nation to ever give her people a somewhat honest chance

So don’t get angry when others see us different, just look at Nixon, Trump the Bushes and Guantanamo Bay