I Hate Cliches….

The beautiful Tree Dancer.

I was looking for an image that conveyed “adversity”, but the second I saw this one, I knew that I had to use it. It can be found here at Twisted Sister’s Blog… and, BTW, I’ve got to explore this blog further, myself. Anyway, the blog stated that this pic (and others) were not hers, but had been received in an emaiil.

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Cliches. They really do rub me the wrong way. To me, using them means that the speaker either could not or would not exert the effort to come up with their own words. To me, the over usage of them has rendered them meaningless, exhausted of whatever potency they once wielded. Give me words! What do you really think, man! Anything at all swimming around in that pool your brain is sloshing around in?

With that said, get ready for musings that don’t have anything to do with the title. Perhaps I should have entitled this post, “Tangents are Grande”. The cliche I’m thinking about right now is this one: “Things happen for a reason”. There are a myriad of belief systems out there and I’m not going to try and touch upon all of them to draw correlations, so I’ll just draw upon mine and leave the line drawing to you. I am Roman Catholic, active in my church parish and serve at the masses. All… or most reference points in this post will come from there, so if you’re not interested in hearing the Catholic point of view, please “get up and change the channel”…. ha… an archaic reference to television before cable, even before…. eeeeeek! The horror…. universal remote. What a prehistoric, deprived era I come from… the 1960’s and 1970’s…. even worse, the Brady Bunch! Hey, I liked that show!

Anyway back to my original thought… yes, there was one in there a minute ago. Ah yes, it’s coming back. In the year of 2002 I had sent away for yet another weight loss program. I forget the infomercial I saw on TV, but it arrived very close to the day I was scheduled to move out of my parent’s home to live temporarily, with my girlfriend in Staten Island. My ultimate goal was to transplant myself into the state of New Jersey to be closer to my fiance (DH now). We were planning on living in NJ anyway and she offered. Her story is going to be a whole other post… sometime. My father was selling our home of 40+ years after my mother’s death. He was moving on, and so was I… and my brother. So, I decided to just pack away the whole box, unopened, and to be explored a few months down the road. It got put into a storage facility for approximately a year, then finally brought to my now current residence around July 2003. I rediscovered the box while unpacking. Finally, I opened the Fedex box, scanned the contents, then repacked it all and threw it in my closet. There it stayed until a few weeks ago.

I was getting things together for a yard sale and was cleaning out my closet and this box was set deep into the deep, dark recesses of a closet under a flight of stairs. I displayed this package on my table… oh, let me give details. It’s the Fresh Start Metabolism Program with Cathi Graham. There were/are tons of goodies in there, from VCR and cassette tapes, a recipe book, journal book, program manual, everything one needs to embark on an involved weight loss journey. When I put this stuff aside for the yard sale, I took out the cook book… maybe the first uncut string. I priced all this stuff at $10.00, with the intention of possible negotiations. I wanted at least $5-7.00. As you can see, I’m a terrible business woman because I am still in possession of it! Well, nobody even gave my great display a second look. Then I posted a lot of left over stuff up on freecycle and even got a response for this item. Funny how all my stuff got scooped up by freecyclers, but nobody would buy any of it…. as evidenced by my total take of $1.50. The Shame of it! I left the box on my porch and I never heard from that person again.. not even after I reposted it for a “no show”. So. what to do? The only thing I could do was tuck it away again inside another closet, my food pantry. I just couldn’t bring myself to toss it in the trash.

Okay, for those of you who do not know, since my fat-burning purchase in 2002, I have been diagnosed with diabetes after the birth of my son. I had the gestational kind that, did indeed, disappear after he was born; but a year later, it came back and sadly, and NOT to my personal credit, have not been able to my sugar levels under control. I am freaking scared and still , I cannot take control of my food life. Overeaters Anonymous will say that I have a disease and at this point, I’ve have to agree with them. The only thing that is really holding me back from doing so, however, is that I balk at making such an admission. It seems to take the ball out of my hands…. well, yes as any 12 step program would do. I somehow can’t let go of the fact that this is my fault, alone, and that I must handle fix it myself. What I will admit, though, is that while I have the reins in my hands, I’m going nowhere fast.

Okay… Let me say that for the past few years I have given up on taking any dietary program seriously or allow a glimmer of hope to seep inside… but the more I look at this literature, accidentally in my hands, the more I feel [unsolicited] like I want to give it a shot…. I mean, I can feel myself wanting to take this seriously, and being drawn to the starting line. Since I found out about the Glycemic Index, this whole prospect of weight loss got 1000x (not a typo) more complicated than it was back in the good old days when all you had to do was count calories. The Atkins diet was pretty simple and I lost a lot of weight, but even that did not last. One little wall, in the form of my mother, who thought that I was killing myself by cutting out the carbs, crumbled my resolve and I literally gave up the fight… the fight that I was winning. I got so tired of defending myself every time I fixed a meal in her kitchen. That was the closest I ever got to getting down to my “ideal” weight. I mean that in every way, mentally as well as physically. What I mean to say is that I was positive and the “go” light was on the whole time (except for the interaction with my mom). Oh, the shortened version of the back story is that I started the diet while I was still living on my own, lost weight, then had to move back with my parents. My mom thought I was starving myself…. oh man! Fast forward a handful of years, and I now observe what I’ve become. Sometimes, it’s like I’m hovering over myself, disassociating from myself… until I catch a glimpse of “me” in a mirror. Last time, I was sitting down and I couldn’t bear to see myself. What made it worse was that I was waiting for my friends to arrive so we cojld start our knitting circle. What kind of person am I, anyway? Especially now that I want/need to be alive to raise my son… I’ve got to be around at least for 20 more years, minimum…. Well, I do want to dance at his wedding, after all!

I can’t let go of the feeling that God is somehow trying to help me lose weight. Yes, this is where my faith is entering the story. Can it be a coincidence that I’ve started praying the rosary on a daily basis? Well, almost every day. I started saying it for another purpose, though. Recently, I accepted the position of Chairperson at the Rosary Society at my church. I am definitely under-versed in religious matters, specifically prayer; and I figured that I had better get myself in gear to at least keep myself honest, yeah! Another reason for suddenly making an effort was a wave of bad news that came filtering in from the lives of our friends and family. I wanted to pray for people… for real. I had so become one of those people who quickly reassured others, upon hearing of bad news, that I’d pray for them… or put them on my prayer list….. WHAT IS A PRAYER LIST? How do you do that? I am definitely NOT one who even knows HOW to pray…. something that I’m not happy about, but my form of prayer had always been more of a “feeling” experience, of projecting my intentions out to the universe… to GOD… and whose to say that is right or wrong? Anyway, spontaneous verbalization of prayer and praying for people is definitely out of my scope of talent, but seems to really be a requirement for this job; or at least that is what I believe. The last Chairperson, Mary O’Sullivan, is the absolute best at doing this. She is such a natural at it. At every gathering, every meeting, the prayers and verbalization just flow out so eloquently. Is she making that stuff up as she goes along? Maybe this should be another post… so I’ll just leave it here.

Before publishing this mish mosh of a post, I just want to say that I’ll try to update my thoughts and feelings… oh AND experiences as I go along. In the future, I’m not going to focus on any kind of storyline. I’m going to just write my thoughts. That’s not to say that I’ll abandon a start-to-finish idea altogether. I’m just saying that my focus is going to be on publishing posts and not to necessarily wait for an ending to come to me. I’ve been working on this one since yesterday and I just think I should let it go.

RE-Introduction

Hey. My name is Debbie and I live in Elizabeth, NJ USA. Yeah, it’s me again. That little annoying buzz that keeps making her way back here to Dragon’s Yen. Well, what have I been doing for, oh, longer than a year now? I’ve been kind of burnt out of writing and avoided coming back here like the plague. But, I do want to thank those commenters on Platelet Donation Update… You have kept me coming back here now and again and I thank you for that. You’ve kept my blog in my thoughts.

Originally, I was going to keep a journal about my son’s (Little Drake) milestones and the exploits of a toddler. As it turns out, he is now, at three years old, heading for preschool… do you see the Happy Feet? As he goes off to school, mommie’s life will get more complicated as she will need to do “something” and that something is either find a job or take some courses. I really need to see if I can do something from home to keep me available for LD. I decided that I want to get into the world of Medical Transcriptionist. I’m a pretty good typist and do have the bulk of my working experience in the medical field, so I thought this would be a good fit for me.

Lo and behold, the local college is offering an online course for certification in this area…. but >bump< I hit a wall when I realized that the requirements for this course was that I need to have Microsoft’s Office Suite on my computer. Needless to say, I do not. Last year, I cleared my laptop of that junk, and installed Open Office. It “has” been pretty complicated to understand, especially the building of a database, but I’ve been using the word processing part of it; and the transition has almost been seamless from Microsoft’s Word. Grrr. Well, we simply do not have the money to buy a software package… especially this one… but then let me rethink this. If I get a new software package, then I probably would want to get a new laptop, something I can dedicate to my education. Throw down another couple of thousand, computer and software. Hubby seems receptive to this online course, especially since it costs a fraction of what another online company/school is charging…. plus we have no idea if this other “school” is a scam or not. The college is established and a physical building….though I’ll be not actually going there.

Ah… where am I going with this? The only funds available for this is locked in a CD that my dad put aside for me. If I cash it in now, of course there are penalties involved; but my main concern is that this little (and I MEAN little) nest egg is the only one of it’s kind. My dad has another wife now, with no means of supporting herself, so you KNOW that there will be hardly any inheritance left over for his real kids…. ah… I’m not meaning to sound resentful, and I really do like his wife. I’m just trying to state the facts. I mention “real” kids because there has been talk floating around between my brother and sister that a comment “was made” that had his wife asking “what about her kids?”… Her two adult daughters, BTW, who are both settled in their lives…. I digress.

So, here I am with a decision to make. Do I crack open my tiny nest egg; or do I leave it where it is? It seems as if I do not have any choice because DH does NOT make enough money at his job to support us, yet support us he as been doing, all by himself, for the last 3+ years… though not without a price to pay. I just learned that he has been taking from our son’s savings… whatever monies that were gifted to him from birth and whatever other events. He had always counted his overtime as part of his gross income… GROSS MISTAKE. My parents always advised me NOT to do that because, as you may know, overtime is not a given, guaranteed factor. I tried to tell him that… but you KNOW how men always listen to their wives?…. NOT Anyway, now we are feeling the financial stress of 6 months without nary a scant bit of OT. Not a big thing for a single guy, but a very big thing for DH who is struggling to maintain our survival in a lower middle class (higher low class?) life.

We have nothing to show for ourselves except our beautiful son, and now I am feeing as my immigrant ancestors must have felt… putting all their eggs into their children, hoping they could make something more out of themselves. So that their children might succeed where they had not.

So yes, I think I’ll have to do this thing that scares the crap out of me.

Comment Unspammed

Hi Everybody… if you’re still listening, I am posting a comment that I originally spammed because I REALLY hate spammers and the games they play. After actually reading this comment, however, I’ve decided to actually post it because the message is something that I believe is slowly, but surely coming to fruition and the public, you know those blind sheep, are totally oblivious. I take that back. Even blind sheep have instincts and us humans have abandoned ours in the name of “civilization”. I’ve written about it here and here.   What is it that we refuse to see?  American Freedom does not exist.  Sad but true.  Something to think about this Fourth of July while we’re out there ooing and ahhing at major firework displays while listening to “patriotic” music….. pathetic, aren’t we?

When I was a child, we had visitors from recently restored Germany. We wanted our beloved family visitors to remain in the USA. They refused, seeing it was already becoming a police state; enforcing the nations of the world. Their main remark of which I have only the translation because I don’t speak German was, “The hunter becomes what he hunts.” America has become Communist,Fascist,and National Socialist in its governmental administration. Aaron Russo is dead wrong. We don’t any longer have power as citizens in America. The game is won by the Central Bankers and the game is over except for the shouting. This happened for the same reason Hitler came to power in Germany. The public is dumbed down by the willing lapdog media, the Joe and Jane Sixpacks only want another beer and Lucky Strike. As long as personal freedom to breed more like themselves, use medical marijuana, be gay and married, demand stupid things like clean air and water instead of an accountable state servant, nothing will change. As long as Joe and Jane Sixpack keep eating Big Macks, tapping out their credit cards, and voting for candidates picked by the “Unseen Hand”, the nation is doomed just as President Jefferson predicted. The more sychophantic question Joe and Jane Sixpack ask is always, “What can I do about it? I’m just a poor little abused taxpayer. I have a good enough life. Leave me alone.” As long as such apathy exists among America’s 21st Century citizens, tyrannical slavery is the fate of each once sovereign citizen.

If it means I lose everything, I will not carry a chipped ID, driver’s license, or implant RFID chip. If Joe and Jane Sixpack also refuse, the fiat money system will come crashing down like the Twin Trade Towers in New York AKA 911. Then, I will leave this cesspool country rather than be physically enslaved by it. God damn Washington D.C. and the FED cartel of banks.

Aaron Russo died this year. When one considers mysterious deaths from President Kennedy on, it makes me suspect the “Unseen Hand”. Have any brains? Watch your back. The Congress is co-opted. The Supreme Court is co-opted. Judge Sandra Day O’Conner will not discuss why she stepped down from the Supreme Court. The President has usurped dictatorial powers from Congress through the Patriot Act. The best decision to take is leave America if you can afford to leave. America is today in much worse shape than she was in 1774 before the Revolution that separated America from England.

John Mahler

Dragon’s Yen

Color Me… Whatever Color You Want

Just a shout out to Justin of The justification of Justin.

Read your post today, “African American vs. Black”. After reading it, I well, just went about my day. We went out to see if any stores would be open, besides the supermarkets, on Super Bowl Sunday…. Sunday…… SUNDAY!

Anway, after a nice day out, I settled in to read Little Drake a bedtime story. He picked a book I never read before called, “My Box of Color”, by Lorianne Siomades. A really cute book talking about coloring things different colors… something like this… If I colored the sun blue, would it still be just as hot?”… kind of stuff. Won’t quote the whole book, but I’m really tempted.

The very end of the book hit me…

Beginning to sound meaningful?

From the mouths of children storybook writers. I just don’t understand the need to categorize everyone into labels according to race and color. I mean, I could analyze the hue of my skin and say that I am a whiter than white whitey, well, that is before the mostly exposed parts like my face got exposed to the sun for 47 years. My stomach, butt and parts of my breasts have never seen the sun. One arm is darker than the other. Does that make me a freak? I have hair on my arms. Are you now REALLY freaked out? White with a capital “W”… so why am I called “Caucasian”? Can anyone tell me what that word means? From looking at how it’s spelled, it’s got “Asian” in there and I’m not from Asia. Ah, just me being difficult.

I think that if it’s absolutely necessary for society to place labels on the human race, that they need to get it together, across the board, and decide what they want these labels to mean… color of skin? Point of origin? For simplicity’s sake, I would just like to be called an American. It seems to me that a lot of people want to be Americans but want to be identified with other countries. I do realize that Americans are not a popular people out there… and in some ways, we deserve that. I can imagine Americans visiting other countries and walking around like they own the place. That would really tick me off if I was from another country and watching that. As a matter of fact, I have experienced that when I see foreigners here and walking around like Americans owe them a living… but that’s another story. It’s also more of a matter of how they were brought up and how America is portrayed to them, in their own country before they even think of coming here… like people criticizing the mother for not bringing up that child right. I feel a rant coming on about how kids (and adults) behave in public spaces, basically lacking in common courtesy, pushing ahead, cutting lines and navigating small public spaces without any regard for anyone else in their path. Maybe people really ARE animals, especially at buffet places…… but I digress.

Oh, about this book. LD had it on his book shelf for the longest time, but he always picked out other books for nighttime readings. Today, he just happened to pick this on out and it gave me pause to think… well, a little. This book also reminded me a lot of a song I made up for LD when he was just weeks old. I even went so far as to look into making a book out of it, and started planning… until they told me that they wanted mega bucks to publish it and that I should not get my hopes up for it selling big. Basically, publishing this book is a luxury that I can’t afford…. how about that? I know that if I really want to do this, that I should. We just don’t have it… though it’s on the to-do list.

Change Effective, NOW!

Sorry guys, another short one, but I just have to say that I’ve been riled by too many spammers commenting on my site. I’d rather have no comments at all, than 20,000 spammizized comments. For the longest time, I’ve spent time only deleting spammer’s comments… and those were the only comments I was getting. It was no big deal since I get notified of every comment that comes in. Usually I’d simply mark them as spam, but they are getting too sneaky…. ALSO, I am wondering why the same site slipped in even after I marked it as spam. Recently, I had one site, two days in a row, actually post what I would have believed to be a valid comment if I didn’t see something specific.

Not getting into specifics, I’ll say that this annoyance has prompted me to activate the I-Must-Approve-ALL-Comments-Directive. I apologize for any inconvenience to legitimate readers and commenters, but this is now necessary, in my opinion. I feel as though I am taking some kind of action against these leaches. It won’t really be a big deal because I check my email every morning, accompanied by my morning coffee.

I welcome any and all valid comments.

I will not tolerate spammers!

The Toddler

Don’t have a toddler in your life?  You are missing out on a lot, if you don’t.  So far, this has been a real roller coaster ride, but my little man has begun coming into his own… well, as  this stage of his life will allow.  When Little Drake turned 2 years old, last March, he said that the object of the game will now be just keeping him from hurting himself and he has been proven correct again, and again.  He will turn 3 years old in just a month, now, and I think I’ll be attempting to do some comparisons between 2 and 3…. It’s been a ride!

This video is hysterical! But I’d advise to view it before letting your little ones because there are parts that they might like try out.

There should be a disclaimer: “Don’t try this at home.”

I love Sean Morey’s humor, though.  I’ll be posting more of his stuff soon.

Think I’m Just Another Nut Case?

Just a short note….

Well, it appears that I’m not such a crazy kook.  Justin, of The Justification of Justin, commented on yesterday’s post.  He provided a link for a Yahoo Tech news article called, “Microchips everywhere:  A future vision”.  It’s about the very real possibility of electronic chips, called “tags”, being embedded in just about everything.  Tags.  A nice internet savy name, or tag if you will, for something that will track and report on your every movement.

The technology is here.

It’s only a matter of time….

years, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds?  Some things are already tagged and we are oblivious. Who owns an ezpass?  Ever get a ticket because you were tagged with it as you went through a toll too quickly?  Do you have a cell phone?  GPS device?  Laptop?  Desktop?  Do you wear underwear?

Yes, it could happen.  The cost of manufacturing these tags is plunging down to the point where it’s feasible to tag trillions of objects, just about everything we buy. This is something very scary.  I am afraid for myself and for my 2 year old kid who will be living in a world without privacy.

This just makes me very sick

Lambs To The Slaughter

I still feel that I must write more about my post from yesterday regarding what will be happening in this country as early as May 2008. At that time, we will be required to have a “National ID” implanted into our drivers license. You will be in possession of a micro chip capable of locating you, wherever you are. It’s like a GPS. If that is not bad enough, micro chips of this sort have already been implanted into consumer products. The stated reason is for marketing so that companies can track what and how we use their products for, and where we take them. Doesn’t that scare you? I mean, it’s not their business. Okay, so you might be thinking that it would be a good way to track terrorists, or so it’s implied on the video, “America Freedom to Fascism”; but it’s a little too “Big Brother” for me. What’s it going to take for people to wake up and smell the coffee? I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, “People are like sheep”. We allow ourselves to be herded here and there, then they lock us up in a corral…. and we go willingly like a lamb to slaughter. Does anyone know what that means? It means that lambs to not have the wit enough to know they are going to be killed, so they follow along without a care in the world. Next thing, their throat is slit and even at that last second, they had not a clue. That, people, is us. As long as we look good sitting in that new car that the bank loaned us, sitting pretty, we are oblivious to everything happening around us. We actually believe that we own that car…. then why do we make car payments? People in this country used to actually own their businesses, property, houses, cars. Now we are a nation of debt. The people who make the money have the power to control the people.

The federal reserve bank, a private corp. (I will not even give them the courtesy of capital letters), is in possession of all our gold that was in Ft. Knox. They print our money from out of thin air. There-is-no-value to our money. Paper money was originally intended to represent this country’s gold stored in Ft. Knox, so only so much could be printed. People could actually go to a bank and exchange paper money to get actual gold back. They printed so much paper money that we do not have gold enough to substantiate the represented value. When our president needs a couple of billion to fund the military, he calls up the federal reserve and >poof<, it gets printed. Our money is worth almost nothing, not even the paper it’s printed on, as evidenced by the next to nothing buying power it has. Look at how much a dollar’s value was worth back in 1913 when this all started. Think to yourself what can I actually buy with a dollar. Not half as much as you could get in 1913. Explains a lot and it’s pretty scary.

The video also explains how we became a nation of debt and how and why that condition was orchestrated by the bankers in power. Again, explains a lot…. and how they are systematically eliminating the middle class from the structure of society. Even I can see how the middle class has been chipped away. People are either rich or poor, and whatever middle class there is, it’s definitely more poor than just “in the middle”. I look at myself. I am not homeless, DH puts food on the table, we have clothes on our backs, yet we are not comfortable to say the least. No, I should amend that. I want to make it clear that I am not complaining about my situation. What I am attempting to do is compare the middle class, or what I assume the middle class is. We are comfortable because we have what we need, the necessities of life; but I know for a fact that some people would think we are poor… or that we could live better. We do not have a lot of furniture… we don’t even have a proper couch. We have DSL, but we do not have a TV. When I was growing up, middle class, a tv was taken for granted. I still consider myself “middle class”, yet I am in the position of having to make a choice between the two. What is wrong with this picture? Or maybe we are really poor and don’t know it. We live like this because we refuse to put everything on credit. We pay cash.

Do you see why I am so worried about getting a chip implanted into my body? I’ll bring up terrorism again. Maybe they want to be able to track terrorists and they can’t do that with the physical money system (yet). But, if they are so concerned about Homeland security, then why are they so lax with our borders? I know that if I was the president, after 911 the first thing I would have done was to close the borders, all around. Let nobody in who didn’t live here already. Yet, we still see people coming in through our airports and we still see constant problems going on with the borders…. especially down by Mexico. Is there any reasoning? If there is, I don’t understand it. We could have had the borders closed, if even temporarily. I’m not saying for forever, here. Illegal immigrants are still coming in by the truckloads, and any one of them could be a terrorist in disguise.

So, the citizens of this country will tagged, monitored and controlled, while the bad guys will not… because even the immigrants who come here to make an honest living will eventually be tagged, too, into slavery… well that is what it amounts to. Slaves were branded, corralled, worked without pay, could not own property, did not have a say in their destinies. Their lives were not their own. Is this beginning to sound familiar? Is this hitting home even a little bit? We are all at the disposal to the whims of our masters. If we really want our freedom back, we had better wake up and do something about it while we still have a chance.

A thank you to Justin for giving me some great tags for this post.

Income Tax = Voluntary Compliance?

Someone emailed this video to me and I am totally floored. Well, maybe I should not be, but it’s scary to think that our government is committing tax fraud. I am just learning about this but it’s been going on since 1913.

edited 11:33am:  Because the video is so long, I am actually still watching it.  There is a lot more here than just about income taxes.  They are talking about the Federal Reserve Bank which is really a private corporation… not a federal agency.  This means that a private company is controlling America’s gold… and effectively, America, itself. 

This is a documentary, “America Freedom to Fascism”, was made by producer Aaron Russo. I have copied the description from the video:

Determined to find the law that requires American citizens to pay income tax, producer Aaron Russo (”The Rose,” “Trading … all » Places”) set out on a journey to find the evidence. This film which is neither left, nor right-wing is a startling examination of government. It exposes the systematic erosion of civil liberties in America since 1913 when the Federal Reserve system was fraudulently created. Through interviews with U.S. Congressmen, a former IRS Commissioner, former IRS and FBI agents and tax attorneys and authors, Russo connects the dots between money creation, federal income tax, and the national identity card which becomes law in May 2008. This ID card will use Radio Frequency Identification (RFID) chips which are essentially homing devices used to track people. This film shows in great detail and undeniable facts that America is moving headlong into a fascist police state. Wake up!

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Dear Lovers of Liberty, the struggle is just beginning! Get ready…

Are you aware by May of 2008 the law will require you to carry a national identification card?

Are you aware that there are plans being developed to have all Americans embedded with a Radio Frequency Identification (RFID) computer chip under their skin so they can be tracked wherever they go?

Are you aware the Supreme Court has ruled that the government has no authority to impose a direct unapportioned tax on the labor of the American people, and the 16th Amendment does not give the government that power? «

Some of that sounds dramatic and alarmist, but it’s totally possible… the technology exists. I am hoping that someone more learned than I (which is almost everyone) will have seen this video already, or will watch it from here, or who might know about what is going on already. I am hoping for people to shed more light, educate me and whoever else who might be reading this. Please, PLEASE comment if you have anything to add.

Please put aside enough time to watch it. The run time is 1 hour 49 minutes, but I think worth the time.

Without further ado: