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The Events of the Week -- Featuring:
Paperboy
by Tom McLaughlin
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Trump alert! U.S. Muslim leader seeks your overthrow
by wnd.com
Hussam Ayloush, director of CAIR-Los Angeles
{wnd.com} ~ While the Council on American-Islamic Relations likes to bill itself as a Muslim “civil-rights organization,” it downplays its direct ties to the terrorist group Hamas... its lineage to the Muslim Brotherhood and its extremist history that includes dozens of its executives, board members’ and staffers’ indictments, convictions and prison sentences for terror-related crimes. But sometimes CAIR leadership lets its guard down. That’s what happened, apparently, in the early morning hours of Nov. 9, right after the election of Donald Trump as president became clear. Hussam Ayloush, the long-time director of CAIR-Los Angeles, Tweeted out the following message:... http://www.wnd.com/2016/12/trump-alert-u-s-muslim-leader-seeks-your-overthrow/
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America warned:
Beware this other kind of jihad
by Paul Bremmer
{wnd.com} ~ Plenty of Americans are wary of violent Islamic jihad – the bloody physical struggle of Muslims against the enemies of Islam. But there also exists another, much craftier form of jihad: civilization jihad... Veteran journalist and WND news editor Leo Hohmann, during a recent appearance on “The Larry Elder Show,” said civilization jihad is a strategy initially devised by the Muslim Brotherhood. “They use violent jihad, but they also use civilization jihad, which is a long-term form of sort of cultural jihad, so to speak, in which they infiltrate a country, a government from within … use the liberal immigration laws to their advantage and have their people not assimilate into the culture, but live in enclaves and sort of stick to themselves until they get enough numbers, until they build up their numbers, and then we see more violent jihad unfold at that point,” Hohmann explained to Elder...They are already doing that, infiltrate.
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Iran Discussing Building Nuclear
Powered Fleet With UN IAEA
by Rick Wells
{rickwells.us} ~ Iran discussed its plans for nuclear-powered ships with UN nuclear chief Yukiyo Amano on Sunday, saying it would present details within three months, local media reported... Amano did not comment on Tehran’s plans to produce nuclear-powered engines, but said Iran had so far met all of its commitments under last year’s nuclear deal with world powers. President Hassan Rouhani told Amano he hoped “Iran and the IAEA can have good technical co-operations on the production of nuclear propellants for maritime transport,” the government’s website reported. In an earlier meeting, Ali Akbar Salehi, head of Iran’s Atomic Energy Organisation said they “discussed the nuclear-powered engines in detail,” adding that talking points included the most controversial one — the level of uranium-enrichment required for the ships...
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IDF uncovers massive
IDF uncovers massive
weapons factory in Hevron
by Kobi Finkler
{israelnationalnews.com} ~ IDF forces operating in Judea overnight uncovered one of the largest underground gun factories ever found in Judea and Samaria... Early Monday morning, Israeli soldiers found the factory, built beneath an apartment building near the city of Hevron. Less than a mile away from the Jewish community of Hevron in the Al-Fah industrial zone south of the city, the factory was, up until its discovery, used to produce assault rifles and other weapons for use in terror attacks... http://www.israelnationalnews.com/News/News.aspx/221940
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Palestinians: Welcome to the World
of Western-Funded Terrorism
by Bassam Tawil
by Bassam Tawil
Maher Hashlamoun (center), a Palestinian from Hebron, was recently
sentenced to two life terms in prison for murdering a Jewish woman and
wounding others in an attack near Bethlehem
{gatestoneinstitute.org} ~ Killing Jews has become a profitable business. Palestinians who think of launching a terror attack against Jews can rest assured that their well-being and that of their family will be guaranteed while they are in Israeli prison... Here is how it works: The Western-funded Palestinian Authority (PA) government, through its various institutions, provides a monthly salary and different financial benefits to jailed Palestinian terrorists and their families. Upon their release, they will continue to receive financial aid, and are given top priority when it comes to employment in the public sector. Their chances of getting a job with the PA government are higher than those who went to university, because by carrying out an attack against Jews they become heroes, entitled to a superior job and salary... https://www.gatestoneinstitute.org/9601/palestinians-western-funded-terrorism
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Paperboy
by Tom McLaughlin
{tommclaughlin.blogspot.com} ~ Maybe there’s no such thing as a paperboy anymore. I haven’t seen one in decades, have you? I gave up my paper route fifty years ago after delivering the Lowell Sun every single day for five years. It was my older brother’s before it was mine and my little brother took over from me. We kept it in the family because it was a coveted thing. I averaged 40-50 customers and it took about an hour if I hurried. Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays took longer because the papers were thicker and I couldn’t fit them all in my canvas bag with its wide, over-the-shoulder strap. I had to go back two, or sometimes three times to reload. Saturdays were easiest because the paper was always thin.
My bag said "THE SUN" on it
To learn the route I walked around with my brother shortly before he gave it up, then took it on myself when I was ten. The bag was heavy and my shoulder ached until I got stronger. Eventually I could ride a bike with it and things went quicker. I learned to deal with dogs and with people. Most were nice but some were a pain, sometimes literally in the case of a dog here and there. I’d try to make friends, but with some dogs it was impossible. If I turned my back on them they’d nip at my legs until I learned to turn around quickly and administer a swift kick. That usually took care of it, but sometimes it made things worse. Seldom did the owners come out and discipline those dogs, which is probably why they behaved that way.
Friday was collection day and I’d knock on every door. I’d hear “Who is it?” from inside. “Paperboy!” I’d yell back, “Collecting!” It was 42¢ for six days and 62¢ if they got the Sunday paper, which most did. Some thought they were good tippers if they gave me 65¢, but 75¢ was decent. Very rarely did anyone give me a dollar. Saturday mornings I’d meet the Lowell Sun’s district manager on the corner and pay him for the papers.
The Lowell Sun building
Each week, I netted about five dollars, tips included. My father made me put three in the bank and let me keep two which I spent on comic books, chocolate bars, bicycle repairs, and an occasional movie. For those, I had to take a bus to Lowell and the bus stop was a mile away. He let me take money out for a new bike once in a while because it was a capital investment, but that’s all. The Friday collection just before Christmas was the biggest payday and some years I’d clear $100.
It was something I had to do every day and was most difficult when I had to leave an afternoon sandlot baseball or football game to deliver papers. Other players would beg me to stay longer — not because I was so good, but because the sides would be uneven when I left. Sometimes it rain, snow, heat, and humidity. Sun truck drivers turned over often and sometimes threw my bundle in a puddle if I wasn’t right there to take it from them. Then I’d have to decide who to deliver the wet papers to. Sometimes they’d drop off the wrong bundle and I’d either be short or have too many.
My favorite time to deliver them was exactly this time of year. Not so much because of the big Friday collection day, but because it was cold and dark and I had the street to myself. I could see people inside their houses but they couldn’t see me outside walking along. I could see their Christmas trees lit up and all the other decorations. I could smell their balsam wreaths when I opened the storm door to put the paper inside. I liked to watch snow fall through the illuminated cone under a street light.
When I finished, it was suppertime and the other nine people in my own family would be around the dinner table. My mother would open the door a crack and say, “Take off your boots on the porch!” I would, then walk past them all to hang my coat, my hat, and my empty canvas bag on a hook in the cellar hallway. Then my sister would slide over on the black-painted, pine bench my grandfather made to make room for me in my usual spot on the end.
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