Opiates, Cocaine, and Sexual Slavery

Sexual slavery has existed for ages.  It's not a new problem, but it is an increasing problem.  In this article entitled Global Shame: Sex Slavery In The Liberal Age on IslamOnline.net it states:

"There is hardly any region in the world that escapes the activities of sex slavery syndicates. Trafficking in women is reported in Africa, Europe, North America, South Asia, and East and Southeast Asia.

The International Organization for Migration (IOM), a European Union agency, estimates that some 500,000 women were trafficked to Europe in 1995. A large number of the women and girls involved came from the impoverished East European countries of Russia, Ukraine, and Belarus."

The problem is not limited to women,

Boys in Afghanistan Sold Into Prostitution, Sexual Slavery

iAbolish - Slavery Today

It's not just increasing in other countries,

Sex Slavery is Big Business in Europe:

but it's also increasing right here in the dear old U.S. of A.

Sexual slavery has been on the increase since Al Gore invented the internet (*smirk*).  According to this article:

"Prior to the internet, human traffickers had to travel within the United States or abroad to secure purchasing of females for sex slavery. However, with the growth of the internet, human trafficking is now being conducted via telephone and satellite transmissions. (AFA Journal, 2004). Human trafficking is now possible by viewing images of potential girls, bidding on the internet and paying for via the internet. With the decrease in travel and being anonymous on the internet, it is now possible for more human trafficking transaction to occur for purchasing internet sex slaves.

Even though prostitution and sexual exploitation of persons is illegal in the United States, the penalties are minimal for human traffickers. The majority of crimes for sexual exploitation are not felony sentences and carry significantly low criminal and court fees in comparison to the profits being obtained from this industry. Stiffer penalties could decrease the number of people in the internet slave industry over an extended period of time."

Cops: Jersey Pimp King Had Throne in Living Room, Women as Sex Slaves

There has been a lot of police effort recently to try to clean up the sex slave trade in Houston, but it still exists.  See these articles, for instance:

Houston's Sex Slave Bars Still Serving

Sexual Slavery Still Major Problem Due to Sex Slave Ring

In one case, an ex-policeman was involved:

Sex Slave Ring Busted in Houston, Ex-Police Officer and 5 Others Charged

It's also increasing in Israel:

Sex slavery and Israel’s failure to fight the growing trade

The criminals will use any means at their disposal including offering women fortune and fame, kidnapping them and injecting them with drugs, locking them in closets, beating them, and repeatedly raping them, making threats against their families and loved ones, or any number of things that their sick, twisted, greedy minds can imagine.

As stated in the article in the link above the preceding paragraph:

"Most of these sex slaves are kept by their masters until their commercial value deteriorates as a result of their deteriorating health conditions with the advancement of the many sexual diseases they are exposed to, including HIV and AIDS. Sadly, the end of their conditions of slavery does not signal the end of their miseries, but the beginning of a life of poverty, illness, and shame."

Human trafficking is a huge problem.  According to the National Underground Railroad Freedom Center, between 600,000 and 800,000 are trafficked internationally, with as many as 17,500 people trafficked into the United States.

Reward Processing by the Opioid System in the Brain

Julie Le Merrer, Jérôme A. J. Becker, Katia Befort and Brigitte L. Kieffer

Institut de Génétique et de Biologie Moléculaire et Cellulaire, Département Neurobiologie et Génétique; Institut National de la Santé et de la Recherche Médicale U964; and Centre National de la Recherche Scientifique UMR7104, Illkirch; and Université de Strasbourg, Strasbourg, France

The opioid system consists of three receptors, mu, delta, and kappa, which are activated by endogenous opioid peptides processed from three protein precursors, proopiomelanocortin, proenkephalin, and prodynorphin. Opioid receptors are recruited in response to natural rewarding stimuli and drugs of abuse, and both endogenous opioids and their receptors are modified as addiction develops. Mechanisms whereby aberrant activation and modifications of the opioid system contribute to drug craving and relapse remain to be clarified. This review summarizes our present knowledge on brain sites where the endogenous opioid system controls hedonic responses and is modified in response to drugs of abuse in the rodent brain. We review 1) the latest data on the anatomy of the opioid system, 2) the consequences of local intracerebral pharmacological manipulation of the opioid system on reinforced behaviors, 3) the consequences of gene knockout on reinforced behaviors and drug dependence, and 4) the consequences of chronic exposure to drugs of abuse on expression levels of opioid system genes. Future studies will establish key molecular actors of the system and neural sites where opioid peptides and receptors contribute to the onset of addictive disorders. Combined with data from human and nonhuman primate (not reviewed here), research in this extremely active field has implications both for our understanding of the biology of addiction and for therapeutic interventions to treat the disorder.

 Since opiates control the endogenous opioid system controls hedonic responses, this is why so many sex slavers use them to addict their prey.  Drugs such as morphine and heroin have long been used.  Cocaine and crack have also been used increasingly.  Alcohol has been used as well.

Once you recover someone from the sex trade, the job isn't over.  You have to consider the amount of time it takes to overcome severe addiction. Not eveyrone can afford to spend six months to a year in a psych ward to overcome their addictions.  It may be necessary in some cases where the patients can't bring themselves to change their group of friends or their lifestyle.  I can see how spending six months to a year might be long enough for addict friends to go off and find someone else with which to associate or the slave traders to forget as they go on to capture new victims.

Losing their "friends" makes it emotionally difficult for those who want to get free of their addictions to drugs and sex.  In dealing with some of the victims, I heard of some of them complain about how all their friends abandoned them by the time they got out.

It seems that in a lot of cases, what binds the people together in such "friendships" is the use of the substance itself. Other than that, they often don't really have much in common. That's the reason their "friends" so easily abandon them, especially if they're wanting to continue using.

If you think sex slavery is glamorous and thrilling, you might want to listen to this young woman, 18, who was kidnapped, drugged, gang-raped and savagely beaten:

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/27098382#27098382

It's not just males seeking out victims.  The slave traders sometimes entice some of their victims, yes, even females, to act as lures to draw more into the trade.

This online book by David A.J. Richards points out some of the complexities of the laws around the sex and drug trade.  Clearly, though, the laws against the slave traders are not nearly severe enough.  In Australia, elements of the Australian sex industry opposed the federal government's slavery legislation which they claimed was part of a moral agenda. The legislation, which would create a maximum 25-year jail sentence.  At least in Texas the defendants, as in this case, face the possibility of the maximum sentence of life in prison.

Twenty five years should be a minimum rather than a maximum when you consider what they do to their victims' lives.  Can you imagine having to go through life with the shame of having been a sex slave or having to deal with the effects of sexually transmitted diseases?  In the case of HIV and AIDS, it's a life sentence for their victims.  Why shouldn't they receive the same?

Cal Jennings

Copyright © 2009 Cal Jennings

Our Economics, The Swine, and the Swine Flu

I took Economics in college, but I know that most of you didn't. Check out these graphs. If you don't know much about economics, there is some explanation to go along with the graphs. Here are some that are relatively easy that I think most can understand (Note, Blogger seems to be cutting off the right side of the graphs which would better show the impact):

Ratio of Share of Income Tax to Share of Income

Median Income of Full Time Workers in 2001 Dollars (Dollars adjusted so they equal the same value for every time period)



Federal Tax Rates in 2004


If what's going on hasn't hit you yet, take a look at these graphs:

Income of the top 400 in the
U.S. compared to the rest



Our Piggy Banks


Food Prices


Housing Price Graph

You hear Republicans screaming like stuck pigs over their taxes being too high as they raise the prices on the rest of us who can barely afford to live. They took huge tax cuts and received huge bail-outs from the government, but squeal when someone asks for something as necessary as health care for the rest of the people. So, is Capitalism working as prescribed? It doesn't appear so.

I realize that, in our country, speaking ill of Capitalism is proscribed, but when you look at how things REALLY work in this country, it would be remiss not to point out how greed and Capitalism have worked hand in hand in this country. Basically, it's given the rich the best lifestyles possible in the world as it put the rest of us in the poor house. It's let the richest keep their children out of war and put our children to death in battle to increase their earnings.

Any of the models for Economics would work well if humans weren't involved. Pure Communism, pure Socialism, and pure Capitalism are all good in theory. The problems come when someone gets too greedy or too power hungry... or both. When they start invading religion to make the people conform to their wishes, they become pure evil.

As piggy as the Republicans have been, is it any wonder that there was an outbreak of Swine Flu?

Cal Jennings

Copyright © 2009 Cal Jennings

My Family History - A Halloween Tale

My Family History - A Halloween Tale

Ahhhhhh. Welcome my pretties. You are the ones chosen to know the secret. The deep, dark secret of my family history.

As some of you who read my blog regularly know, my grandfather inherited a castle in England. He considered the offer, but eventually declined. Now you will know the REAson he declined.

The Edgar Allen Poe story of “The Pit and the Pendulum was based upon the tale of one of my ancestors in the 1860s. You know I never lie and that eventually I reveal everything. Well, this is no exception. The story, as outlandish as it seems, is much more gruesome than even Poe could have written. As a matter of fact, some of you have seen parts of the story already in one of my compositions when I was nearly driven mad by the escapades of my ex-fiancee'. Yes, there was a pit and there was a pendulum, but there was more. MUCH more.

You see, the tortures were multiple, long, and severe. Yes, there was a doctor involved, but the doctor was there to keep the victim alive through all the tortures. The doctor assisted because the man did not commit adultery with my ancestor's wife. Here is the story:

A foreigner who worked for the Levant Company who had befriended Alexander Wood, noticed her shining beautiful features and her grapefruit breasts. He noticed her dazzling intelligence that had so drawn my ancestor to her. He was jealous that my ancestor was much older than she, so he seduced her with promises of riches. He convinced her that he was old and weak and would soon be unable to please her or care for her and her children. He told lies to her about my ancestor, to make her fearful of him and paid others to tell her lies as well. When she finally agreed to meet the Levant employee, he drugged her, kidnapped her, and forced her to work in his very unusual Gentleman’s club where men paid high prices to mistreat the women he provided in any sadistic manner they desired. He wanted her as a sex slave and vowed to make her bend to his every will.

She was very strong willed, so he started by locking her in a closet for days without food or water, then beating her, then injecting her veins with just enough morphine to kill the pain. He then would rape her and fill her veins with more morphine… enough to give her a pleasurable rush. He would rape her again as she started passing out from the drug. He did this repeatedly over a period of time while my ancestor relentlessly searched for her. As she became more submissive, he brought her out of the closet and bound her. He would start using harsher and harsher sexual methods with her... beating her... thrashing her with a cat o' nine tales... suspending her and raping her... each time, rewarding her with morphine flowing through her veins until she was addicted to both the morphine and the pain. He then started bringing in other men to have their sadistic way with her. He then introduced her to being pleased by women. More and more. Each time he rewarded her with the pleasure of morphine. Each time equating the rush of the pain and fear with the rush of the morphine flowing through her veins. She had tried to escape once, but he forced her to believe that if she ever escaped again, her husband and her whole family would be killed. Finally, she was broken.

After a time, he started easing her off the morphine letting her feel more and more pain. Soon, the pain would feel like the morphine and the morphine was one less expense for him. Sometimes he would give her a choice between the morphine and the pain. When she started choosing pain, he no longer gave her the pleasing drug.


My ancestor sent out the detectives as he watched for her. By the time my ancestor found his wife and had uncovered what all the man had done to her, his wife was near death and her addictions severe. He finally re-captured her, but at her pleadings, he let the Levant company employee go. She thought she was in love with her captor and my ancestor knew it. He had a large enough task trying to get her back to somewhat normal and did not feel that destroying her captor was the best use of his time at the present.

It took my ancestor many years to get her back to some semblance of normal and free her of the horrible addictions that she suffered at the hands of her captor. She never was nor would she be the same woman she once was, but he loved her so deeply that he would not turn her away. To prevent her going mad, he allowed her captor to live because she felt that she had loved her captor. He knew that she was unstable after her harsh, abusive treatment. He had to give her what she needed when she needed it, which was pain. Cruel pain. Over a period of time, he was able to get her back to some semblance of normalcy. Each time he had to hurt her, it turned his stomach, but he continued until she was weaned of always having the need for intense pain for sexual pleasure. He stayed with her and cared for her until her death.

Filled with anger against his wife's captor, there was nothing to stop him for seeking vengeance against the man who had treated his wife so. He would find the man again. His wife would never tell him the man’s name, but did reveal that his name started with an R. Speaking it over with the doctor, they agreed to find the man and set upon him a tortures until he revealed and apologized for all he had done to her and to other women. Rather than going to the authorities and having him put on trial, my ancestor sent out detectives to discover the man's whereabouts.

They discovered one of the man’s handkerchiefs the man had left at scenes where he had abducted a woman. The initial was “R.” One of the detectives was so brilliant that he quickly found her captor by the type of cloth of which the handkerchief was made. It is said that tales of this detective reached Sir Arthur Conan Doyle who wrote about some of this detective‘s cases.

The detective discovered the man’s name and found the woman, but the woman made him promise never to tell my ancestor the name of her captive for fear of what might happen to her family. The detective reluctantly agreed, but told my ancestor that women taken captive in such a manner often think they are in love with their captor and that her mental condition was too unstable for her to see or hear of the man being harmed. This was torturous for my ancestor as he would have loved to wring her captor’s neck right there in front of her.

They tracked the Levant employee back to his lair and watched his movements for a year before they made their move. They wanted to be sure this man did not suspect that he was being watched. When they were sure of their plans, they sent a maiden to offer him a drink. The drink, of course, was laden with morphine... in a large enough quantity to induce sleep... the very drug he had used to addict my ancestor's wife. When the man awoke, he awoke in a very dark place filled with grotesque paintings derived from the tortures of the Spanish Inquisition. He found himself bound and chained, unable to move or to free himself. This picture will give you a little more insight into what it was like when the man awoke in my ancestor's dungeon:

My ancestor started by parading beautiful, naked women in front of him, each one teasing him, then touching him, then pleasing him just enough to make him want more.

"Enjoy this," my ancestor said. "I want you to remember this, the greatest pleasure you will ever know, for it will be your last."

He had the women please each other in front of him over and over until he was groaning for mercy. Then the women started fondling him and caressing him. Then, when he was so tired that he was shivering and shuddering, he had all the women do all they could to please him and send him into the highest state of orgasm he had ever achieved.

My ancestor then paid the women and sent them out of the room, telling them to never speak of the incident. He paid them well enough that they all vowed to keep quiet the rest of their lives. My ancestor then locked the door behind them to prevent anyone from entering or exiting.

"Now," said my ancestor, "remember. You are about to pay for everything you did to my wife and to every other woman you ever laid your scum-laden hands upon."

You can fathom some insight to the tortures that were unleashed upon the man who abused my ancestor's wife as written in my poem:

The Warning
by Cal Jennings

If you should cause one I love harm
You shall be blown like ant from arm
No place shall you be safe and free
Never look back, or you'll find me
No weapon will be strong enough
To protect you from a fate so rough
Nor through time can you escape
I'll be there, too, thou simple ape
No price too high or distance far
No iron gates, nor supercar
Shall let you escape fast enough
Punishment severe, unkind, rough
No cries to Kr'shna, nor Allah will save
Your punk posterior, I'll enslave
I'll torture your mind, body, and soul
No demon god will make you whole
Scorpion stings upon your flesh
Your heart will pump, your tongue will thresh
Then with pliers, your tongue pulled out,
Shall justice punish your evil clout
As you scream unearthly cries
Honey and ants go in your eyes
In your ears, your privates as well
Let you experience your own evil hell
That you have forced on one I love
This only a start from hand of my glove
Within the pit the pendulum swings
One notch closer, it clunks and sings
Its shiny razor in candlelight glitters
Closer and closer it swings and jitters
As river rats tear your ghastly skin
Some candiru to spine from within
Each lash you've given, each threat you spoke
Taken in account for your punishment, bloke
No voodoo spell nor evil eye
Shall protect you from justice's cry
More torture shall your soul endure
Than you thought possible from the pure
Your soul into a black hole cast
It's searing heat, your soul will lash
Existing for eternity
In a place it cannot flee
Many punishments I've left out
I'll let your mind wonder and doubt
But know that volumes do exist
For each lash given, not one shall be missed
Your flesh shall be ripped from your face
And each and every private place
These warnings, heed, I do implore
If you think Braveheart suffered, you're wrongly sore
A warning I give only once
Especially to abusive runts
If you think these words seem sad
Just don't anger me, I'm not even mad

My ancestor had studied ancient secrets and methods of torture from every country and had planned them out so that each torture built upon the next. Each time he felt that his wife's captor wasn't suffering enough from the torture compared to how he imagined his wife felt for the offense my ancestor was stating, he would stab the arm of the man on the table with an ice pick, something the doctor had suggested. This took careful supervision by the doctor to keep the man alive through all the tortures he was to receive.

Each torture was delivered slowly, painfully, methodically, agonizingly as my ancestor described each thing that his wife had told him that her captor had put her through. So tortured was my ancestor by his wife's agonizing tales, that he wanted to be sure that each part of this man's being suffered as much as my ancestor's heart suffered for his dear love. All the tortures in the poem and more, many too excruciatingly painful to describe here, for the sake of your sanity... if it's not already too late... but each of these tortures and more were dealt unto his wife's captor.

Since then, as a penance, it has been tradition for the male members of my family to seek out and help recover one sex slave in his lifetime. In seeking for her, they often helped many.

You see, I didn't make all these things up. These things came from part of the history of my ancestor's tale which was passed down through generations. I don't make threats. I make promises and not promises on which I cannot deliver.

The full story of the tortures has never been told after the tale was told to Edgar Allan Poe. The tale drove him mad. The chilling tale of the man's torture was so explicit and so vivid that it haunted Poe for the rest of his life.

Poe wrote to try to relieve his mind from the torture and nightmares the tale evoked. He wrote many tales based upon what my ancestor told him trying to relieve his troubled mind. It is said that Poe finally escaped the torture of his mind from the tale by writing “The Lighthouse,” his final attempt to free his mind. It was said that as a price for his mind's escape was the death that kept him from finishing the piece. Since then, the story has only been passed down in fragments and never told all at once to another human being, though it is suspected that a few of my ancestors bypassed that rule as evidenced by the onset of their insanity. Do you think I would bypass such a rule? It makes you wonder, doesn't it?

Pleasant dreams.
MuuuuUUUAHAHAHAHaaaaa!

Copyright © 2009 Cal Jennings

My Family History - A Halloween Tale

My Family History - A Halloween Tale

Ahhhhhh. Welcome my pretties. You are the ones chosen to know the secret. The deep, dark secret of my family history.

As some of you who read my blog regularly know, my grandfather inherited a castle in England. He considered the offer, but eventually declined. Now you will know the REAson he declined.

The Edgar Allen Poe story of “The Pit and the Pendulum was based upon the tale of one of my ancestors in the 1860s. You know I never lie and that eventually I reveal everything. Well, this is no exception. The story, as outlandish as it seems, is much more gruesome than even Poe could have written. As a matter of fact, some of you have seen parts of the story already in one of my compositions when I was nearly driven mad by the escapades of my ex-fiancee'. Yes, there was a pit and there was a pendulum, but there was more. MUCH more.

You see, the tortures were multiple, long, and severe. Yes, there was a doctor involved, but the doctor was there to keep the victim alive through all the tortures. The doctor assisted because the man did not commit adultery with my ancestor's wife. Here is the story:

A foreigner who worked for the Levant Company who had befriended Alexander Wood, noticed her shining beautiful features and her grapefruit breasts. He noticed her dazzling intelligence that had so drawn my ancestor to her. He was jealous that my ancestor was much older than she, so he seduced her with promises of riches. He convinced her that he was old and weak and would soon be unable to please her or care for her and her children. He told lies to her about my ancestor, to make her fearful of him and paid others to tell her lies as well. When she finally agreed to meet the Levant employee, he drugged her, kidnapped her, and forced her to work in his very unusual Gentleman’s club where men paid high prices to mistreat the women he provided in any sadistic manner they desired. He wanted her as a sex slave and vowed to make her bend to his every will.

She was very strong willed, so he started by locking her in a closet for days without food or water, then beating her, then injecting her veins with just enough morphine to kill the pain. He then would rape her and fill her veins with more morphine… enough to give her a pleasurable rush. He would rape her again as she started passing out from the drug. He did this repeatedly over a period of time while my ancestor relentlessly searched for her. As she became more submissive, he brought her out of the closet and bound her. He would start using harsher and harsher sexual methods with her... beating her... thrashing her with a cat o' nine tales... suspending her and raping her... each time, rewarding her with morphine flowing through her veins until she was addicted to both the morphine and the pain. He then started bringing in other men to have their sadistic way with her. He then introduced her to being pleased by women. More and more. Each time he rewarded her with the pleasure of morphine. Each time equating the rush of the pain and fear with the rush of the morphine flowing through her veins. She had tried to escape once, but he forced her to believe that if she ever escaped again, her husband and her whole family would be killed. Finally, she was broken.

After a time, he started easing her off the morphine letting her feel more and more pain. Soon, the pain would feel like the morphine and the morphine was one less expense for him. Sometimes he would give her a choice between the morphine and the pain. When she started choosing pain, he no longer gave her the pleasing drug.


My ancestor sent out the detectives as he watched for her. By the time my ancestor found his wife and had uncovered what all the man had done to her, his wife was near death and her addictions severe. He finally re-captured her, but at her pleadings, he let the Levant company employee go. She thought she was in love with her captor and my ancestor knew it. He had a large enough task trying to get her back to somewhat normal and did not feel that destroying her captor was the best use of his time at the present.

It took my ancestor many years to get her back to some semblance of normal and free her of the horrible addictions that she suffered at the hands of her captor. She never was nor would she be the same woman she once was, but he loved her so deeply that he would not turn her away. To prevent her going mad, he allowed her captor to live because she felt that she had loved her captor. He knew that she was unstable after her harsh, abusive treatment. He had to give her what she needed when she needed it, which was pain. Cruel pain. Over a period of time, he was able to get her back to some semblance of normalcy. Each time he had to hurt her, it turned his stomach, but he continued until she was weaned of always having the need for intense pain for sexual pleasure. He stayed with her and cared for her until her death.

Filled with anger against his wife's captor, there was nothing to stop him for seeking vengeance against the man who had treated his wife so. He would find the man again. His wife would never tell him the man’s name, but did reveal that his name started with an R. Speaking it over with the doctor, they agreed to find the man and set upon him a tortures until he revealed and apologized for all he had done to her and to other women. Rather than going to the authorities and having him put on trial, my ancestor sent out detectives to discover the man's whereabouts.

They discovered one of the man’s handkerchiefs the man had left at scenes where he had abducted a woman. The initial was “R.” One of the detectives was so brilliant that he quickly found her captor by the type of cloth of which the handkerchief was made. It is said that tales of this detective reached Sir Arthur Conan Doyle who wrote about some of this detective‘s cases.

The detective discovered the man’s name and found the woman, but the woman made him promise never to tell my ancestor the name of her captive for fear of what might happen to her family. The detective reluctantly agreed, but told my ancestor that women taken captive in such a manner often think they are in love with their captor and that her mental condition was too unstable for her to see or hear of the man being harmed. This was torturous for my ancestor as he would have loved to wring her captor’s neck right there in front of her.

They tracked the Levant employee back to his lair and watched his movements for a year before they made their move. They wanted to be sure this man did not suspect that he was being watched. When they were sure of their plans, they sent a maiden to offer him a drink. The drink, of course, was laden with morphine... in a large enough quantity to induce sleep... the very drug he had used to addict my ancestor's wife. When the man awoke, he awoke in a very dark place filled with grotesque paintings derived from the tortures of the Spanish Inquisition. He found himself bound and chained, unable to move or to free himself. This picture will give you a little more insight into what it was like when the man awoke in my ancestor's dungeon:

My ancestor started by parading beautiful, naked women in front of him, each one teasing him, then touching him, then pleasing him just enough to make him want more.

"Enjoy this," my ancestor said. "I want you to remember this, the greatest pleasure you will ever know, for it will be your last."

He had the women please each other in front of him over and over until he was groaning for mercy. Then the women started fondling him and caressing him. Then, when he was so tired that he was shivering and shuddering, he had all the women do all they could to please him and send him into the highest state of orgasm he had ever achieved.

My ancestor then paid the women and sent them out of the room, telling them to never speak of the incident. He paid them well enough that they all vowed to keep quiet the rest of their lives. My ancestor then locked the door behind them to prevent anyone from entering or exiting.

"Now," said my ancestor, "remember. You are about to pay for everything you did to my wife and to every other woman you ever laid your scum-laden hands upon."

You can fathom some insight to the tortures that were unleashed upon the man who abused my ancestor's wife as written in my poem:

The Warning
by Cal Jennings

If you should cause one I love harm
You shall be blown like ant from arm
No place shall you be safe and free
Never look back, or you'll find me
No weapon will be strong enough
To protect you from a fate so rough
Nor through time can you escape
I'll be there, too, thou simple ape
No price too high or distance far
No iron gates, nor supercar
Shall let you escape fast enough
Punishment severe, unkind, rough
No cries to Kr'shna, nor Allah will save
Your punk posterior, I'll enslave
I'll torture your mind, body, and soul
No demon god will make you whole
Scorpion stings upon your flesh
Your heart will pump, your tongue will thresh
Then with pliers, your tongue pulled out,
Shall justice punish your evil clout
As you scream unearthly cries
Honey and ants go in your eyes
In your ears, your privates as well
Let you experience your own evil hell
That you have forced on one I love
This only a start from hand of my glove
Within the pit the pendulum swings
One notch closer, it clunks and sings
Its shiny razor in candlelight glitters
Closer and closer it swings and jitters
As river rats tear your ghastly skin
Some candiru to spine from within
Each lash you've given, each threat you spoke
Taken in account for your punishment, bloke
No voodoo spell nor evil eye
Shall protect you from justice's cry
More torture shall your soul endure
Than you thought possible from the pure
Your soul into a black hole cast
It's searing heat, your soul will lash
Existing for eternity
In a place it cannot flee
Many punishments I've left out
I'll let your mind wonder and doubt
But know that volumes do exist
For each lash given, not one shall be missed
Your flesh shall be ripped from your face
And each and every private place
These warnings, heed, I do implore
If you think Braveheart suffered, you're wrongly sore
A warning I give only once
Especially to abusive runts
If you think these words seem sad
Just don't anger me, I'm not even mad

My ancestor had studied ancient secrets and methods of torture from every country and had planned them out so that each torture built upon the next. Each time he felt that his wife's captor wasn't suffering enough from the torture compared to how he imagined his wife felt for the offense my ancestor was stating, he would stab the arm of the man on the table with an ice pick, something the doctor had suggested. This took careful supervision by the doctor to keep the man alive through all the tortures he was to receive.

Each torture was delivered slowly, painfully, methodically, agonizingly as my ancestor described each thing that his wife had told him that her captor had put her through. So tortured was my ancestor by his wife's agonizing tales, that he wanted to be sure that each part of this man's being suffered as much as my ancestor's heart suffered for his dear love. All the tortures in the poem and more, many too excruciatingly painful to describe here, for the sake of your sanity... if it's not already too late... but each of these tortures and more were dealt unto his wife's captor.

Since then, as a penance, it has been tradition for the male members of my family to seek out and help recover one sex slave in his lifetime. In seeking for her, they often helped many.

You see, I didn't make all these things up. These things came from part of the history of my ancestor's tale which was passed down through generations. I don't make threats. I make promises and not promises on which I cannot deliver.

The full story of the tortures has never been told after the tale was told to Edgar Allan Poe. The tale drove him mad. The chilling tale of the man's torture was so explicit and so vivid that it haunted Poe for the rest of his life.

Poe wrote to try to relieve his mind from the torture and nightmares the tale evoked. He wrote many tales based upon what my ancestor told him trying to relieve his troubled mind. It is said that Poe finally escaped the torture of his mind from the tale by writing “The Lighthouse,” his final attempt to free his mind. It was said that as a price for his mind's escape was the death that kept him from finishing the piece. Since then, the story has only been passed down in fragments and never told all at once to another human being, though it is suspected that a few of my ancestors bypassed that rule as evidenced by the onset of their insanity. Do you think I would bypass such a rule? It makes you wonder, doesn't it?

Pleasant dreams.
MuuuuUUUAHAHAHAHaaaaa!

Copyright © 2009 Cal Jennings

Beauty In - Out: "Used vs. Loved"

Beauty In - Out: "Used vs. Loved": "Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits they become character;
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny."

Tribute to Michael Jackson, Humanitarian

A Tribute to Humanitarian Michael Jackson

I recorded this on SingSnap and allowed duets:

We Are the World

http://www.singsnap.com/snap/r/b7cd885d

If you set "Allow Duets" to yes, other people can join in on the recording. 

I re-recorded it with me just singing one segment as in the original and let each other person fill in a segment as well as it was done in the original.  I think this would be a great way to pay tribute to the many fine humanitarian acts that Michael Jackson did in his life.

Here is a list of some of the charities:

http://www.allmichaeljackson.com/charities.html

Here are a few more:

http://www.looktothestars.org/celebrity/113-michael-jackson

This is a tribute to Michael Jackson and the wonderful humanitarian things he did in his lifetime. In spite of all the bad publicity, he was a good man who did much to help mankind.

I sang the first segment as it was done on the original airing:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jUaneqQxvfM

I saved it with "Allow Duets" set to "Yes." If you will do a segment and save it the same way, someone else can sing the next segment (the segment after yours) until the whole song is completed. I would like to have as many people involved as possible.

It would be nice for some people to fill in the harmonies as well as done in the original.

When you've recorded your segment, please send me the link at:

http://www.singsnap.com/snap/profile/message/b11ff70

(Cal-el)

Also, please include the message above in your comment so others who add their segment will have the info and be able to send it back to me.



Tips:

When you mix the song, be sure to check it and be sure the timing is right on your segment. Don't mix your voice louder than the other voices. Try to make it blend together. This is a cooperative effort, not a competition. It doesn't matter how well you sing. Just do your best and let's do something wonderful for the world.

Love, Hope, Peace, & Christ Is With Us All,

Cal-el

R E S P E C T - Cal-el

R E S P E C T - Cal-el

I realize that respect isn't the "in thing" these days, but I'm a little fed up with people who have known me for a period of time who still want to treat me like I'm some homeless bum on the street. I realize my hippie character portrays that type of image, but those who have known me for some time should realize that I'm an intelligent, fairly educated, industrious, creative, and compassionate, resourceful individual who has done much even in the times I've had little. No matter what else you might think of me, I've shown respect where respect is due and I think I deserve a little respect in return.

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Space Eagle Update

I'm on my mom's computer right now, so no picture or voice.  I got one Windows partition cleaned and I'm in the process of getting the other one cleaned.  Hopefully, I'll be able to access some of my important programs once I get it cleaned.

While working on these problems, I started thinking about crimes and punishment.  I got to thinking about white collar crimes and how they seem to receive special treatment from the law.  White collar criminals usually cause more pain and suffering for more people than the average killer.  Why shouldn't they be admitted to the same population as the others and receive the same types of punishment.  Restitution would be in order as well.

Instead of allowing the white collar criminals to sit in their modified Country Clubs they call prisons while they collect interest for their misdeeds, making them richer, their assets need to be frozen and they should have to pay restitution to all whom they affected.  That would make white collar crime much less attractive.

Race, color, country of origin, wealth, and social status should have no bearing on justice to criminals.  The rich have been taking care of the rich far too long.  That's probably how most of the rich gained their riches in the first place, stealing from the hard work of others.  We certainly know the corporations have unfairly compensated their employees at least since the 1800s and have wielded their power over their employees, even women and children, to fulfill their lustful gain for money and power.  They've even taken to reducing pay and benefits for their employees and refuse to take responsibility for their misdeeds by refusing to pay Workman's Compensation for employees injured on the job and increasing the cost of health care insurance to their retired employees to the point that most have had to drop it.  The refineries and chemical plants had the laws changed so that they didn't have to allow regulating bodies like OSHA to enter the gates until they had time to hide the evidence of their misdeeds, some of which cost lives and bodily injury, not to mention mental distress to those who lived through the incidents caused by their misdeeds.  Such actions by the corporations are criminal in themselves.  Why shouldn't these CEOs and other corporate heads be held responsible for their misconduct just as anyone else on the street would be?  Why shouldn't they receive the same kind of punishment as anyone else?  Bringing them to justice would decrease the incentive for people to continue such misdeeds.

Those who really know me know that I present my ideas and solutions to government officials and world leaders when I feel it appropriate.  I don't mince words.  Some respond well, some don't.  Some respond well after time when they see that I'm honest in my efforts.  More and more people are starting to do the same thing and are uniting to make the world truly a better and more peaceful place.  We're calling out hypocrisy, frauds, and phonies, and we're starting to make a difference.  Will we be successful in changing the world into a better place?  If enough people join in for the cause, work together, and quit trying to promote themselves shamelessly as if they created this concept on their own, perhaps.  A couple of famous people have tried to make their own events, promoting them as events similar to the ones we at Musicians and Fine Artists for World Peace are doing and trying to do, but they don't want to work with others and want all the glory for themselves.  They'll go unnamed as we try to reason with them, but if they continue with the same attitude, they will be called out and exposed.

Organizations which promote hate, fear, guilt, and dissension need to go down.  That includes churches who feel the need to "shame people into salvation."  They seem to think it's their job, not the Holy Spirit's job, to convict people.  They think that if they can shame people enough and scare people enough into confessing that Jesus Christ is savior, that's the only way to truly change someone's heart.  What does it really do?  It might scare some people into changing their actions, but it does nothing to truly change their hearts.  Yes, they do some good things and teach some good morals, but they destroy any real hope of people becoming Christ-like as long as the people remain scared enough to let these phony preachers make them think that they can't learn the truth on their own and try to bend the  conclusions and pull from the Spirit by those of the congregation who can see through the lies into something that fits what the preacher is promoting.

This is a time for change.  REAL change.  HONEST change.  We can't trust our leaders to do it for us.  We have to work together to make real change happen.  Don't just imagine.  Get involved.  Do something.  Your fellow man will thank you for it.

Love, Hope, Peace, & Christ Is With Us All,

Cal-el