The Less Fortunate

Saturday, 02 January 2010 03:47

(Please read all of the following message, even though it starts out just sounding like a list of complaints.) This holiday season was rather "interesting" for me. My car met an untimely death, and there won't be a new one any time soon, as far as I can see. We're a zillion dollars in debt--well, in pretend debt to counterfeiters, via the "fractional reserve" banking system, thanks to having been robbed blind by the federal extortionists. The bank has begun efforts to swipe our house (though that was both expected and planned for). I am also approaching certified "redneck" status. I've been missing a molar for a while (got the extraction but can't afford an implant), and now I also have an incisor that considers being in my head to be a part-time job. (It's a post and crown that keeps falling out.) The good news is, for the first time in quite a while we have a fully functioning toilet AND a working furnace--at the same time, even. (Woohoo!) Also, for the last two weeks, assorted illnesses (sleep deprivation giving the flu bug an easy shot) and dental pain (now gone) rendered me relatively useless and miserable. Now I’m up and about now, but I’m also behind on everything, and my life is back to its usual “falling-apart-at-the-seams” state. However, having said all that, it’s amazing how an impressive- sounding laundry list of things to complain about can instantly become unimportant. Unless something speeds up his release, Tom Clayton (“Dr. Tom”) has another year and a half of being a political prisoner, for trying to spread the 861 evidence. That in itself makes my current problems seem pretty inconsequential. But I just learned that his wife, Donna, recently suffered a stroke, and is currently completely paralyzed on one side. (At the moment, I don’t think anyone’s sure whether this is a temporary or permanent condition.) I don’t know about you, but that sure makes all of my problems seem trivial. If you’ve got problems worse than that, I sure feel for you. If not, I’m hoping you’ll scrape together whatever money you can to help Tom’s family out, now, when they need it most. I know I’ve asked for financial help for people before, and I know most people are strapped for cash, but having your spouse wrongfully imprisoned (with all the social, emotional, financial and practical problems that come with that) and then having a stroke and becoming paralyzed ... well, when they talk about giving to the “less fortunate,” it’s hard to get less fortunate than that. A lot of people get my messages. If each of us chipped in a wimpy $10, it would make a huge difference. And if you’re reading this, don’t even try to tell me you can’t spare $10. Even I can come up with that, and I’m dang near destitute. So, no excuses! And don’t put it off. This is not a difficult task, but if a couple thousand of us do it, it would sure help a lot. So, before you forget, make out a payment (check or money order, or cash if you trust me) to “Donna Clayton” for at least $10 (of course, more would be welcome) and mail it to me at the address below. Today. Sincerely, Larken Rose P.O. Box 653 Huntingdon Valley, PA 19006 (P.S. Very soon I hope to have a way for people to donate to Tom's family via credit card or PayPal, either as a one-time thing or on a recurring basis. I'll let you know when that's up and running.) < Prev   Next >