The immune system is your body’s defense system against harmful invaders, such as bacteria, viruses, fungi, parasites, and cancer cells. It consists of two main parts: the innate immune system and the adaptive immune system. The innate immune system is the first to respond to any threat and includes physical barriers, such as skin and mucous membranes, and immune cells that can kill or engulf germs. The adaptive immune system is more specific and develops over time as your body encounters different germs. It produces antibodies, proteins that recognize and neutralize germs, and memory cells, which can remember and respond faster to previous infections.The immune system also has various organs and tissues that help produce, store, and transport immune cells and molecules, such as the bone marrow, lymph nodes, spleen, thymus, and tonsils1
Our current justice system is a whacked-out version of chaotic insanity gone off the cliff. Predictably, things will get worse without citizen intervention. One only needs to watch Congress to see in real-time the chaos that goes for justice.
What are special powers? The basic biology of the human body. The human body is a complex and fascinating system of organs, tissues, cells, and molecules that work together to perform various functions. Some of the fundamental aspects of human biology are: Are we a sick infant? A teen in distress? Is the world a drug addict? Can we survive without outside help? Is God out there. You better believe it. Can the steps between us and his glory other men? A complex of medicine, a sickness of the soul, a justice system gone wild and utterly out of control. Is a structure overall body health? Are the polluted streams and rivers sick of the blood? Are we a product of a more considerably complex organization or organism? Are we half mad on one side of our brain or the planet's people? Can we survive the fervor of self-hate? Turned on others is death to the imbeciles.
Have another hit of love. Take a moment out to breathe and relax into you to find him. There are many steps in between. Responsibility for the future is done through the growth of the self. Babies are in that break-even position, and biology is the overall of world health. Science, warfare, and religion have destroyed most hope. I want to tell you. You have already made it. You are a hit and have made a difference unknown in any simulation of any possible past. Halaluya. Rejoice God is here. This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius. We are here now. You and I, my friend, have made it. Our personal body does not mean anything except we are now here. You and I. Open your heart, and god will shine in. The weather and the waves, the drought, and the volcanos are ways to tolerate the sadness of others' childish reach for the cookie jar and break it from all to nourish from its source. Now, I ask you to be with me and allow me to show you how to survive the onslaught of the treachery of a tiny virus that is pushing humanity around. We are no longer the caveman or chimp or any other thing that we have been told. You are all competent, powerful, and able to make a stopping point for any advancement of laws designed to quarter our lives. Our children's lives and theirs. We must take back our power. We can do that by taking charge of the political reins of the nation. Go outside and tell the stars you are here now and will handle this. Let's night the world. Vote for the Unity Party candidate in your election. Bring God back home. No more separation. Connection is salvation. Healing is health on a larger scale. Tell a strange you love them. You will see what I meaaaaan in real-time. Help them, and they will become overwhelmed. Direct them, and they shall follow. Teach them, and they will listen and Love them most of all, and Humanity will respond as a whole. We have to do something, or the Controller will tighten control in a miss justice of miss emotion and hate. Resist and live ever after.
It is I. Donnie Harold Harris- a politician and a founder of the Political Party of Indiana. Thank you for allowing me to tell you who I Have become/ & am. My story starts out a little unusual. I have perfect recall. Which is kinda like the perfect pitch in music. I remember everything. Yet I have recalled little. This allows me to never have to remember anything as it happens. I become it instead of it being as it is. Here goes. You are the first to hear my story. I was minding my own Plane of Existence when a Messenger of God appeared at my throne. I was again returned for my 8TH existence here on this plane of existence. My first being dropped here by ship 8200 years ago. This lifetime: As I arrived at the funnel of creation, I was met and given a list of things to do. I watch in amazement as 2 other beings entered before me. I was the third to go down into creation. I was born on 8/1/53 @ 6:33 AM. I was born into the lowest classes of poverty -I would hide my true self and an understanding of the all afraid of being recognized by something or someone- I came into this world at the General Hospital -now renamed -Ask-A-Nazi Hospital. My mother was a 19-year-old named Mary. I was her 7th child. I am here, the 4th son/son of 7 sons/3 daughters by a carpenter father. She turned 20 the next day. I am an Identical(Mirror) twin. I was born 3 minutes after My brother, Who disappeared before I was born. I would not be reunited with him for 6 months or so. I was obese & healthy; he was a very sickly baby needing a blood transfusion ( only a single Black lady would stand and give him needed blood, saving his life and causing teasing later by family) and an incubator for 3 or 4 months (missing union with mom and breastfeeding because of his low weight. Called Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome. So we meet down the road a piece. What happened to me was also bad. I was circumcised against my knowing approval, creating the basic distrust of medicos & later religion) Fast forward. By the time I finished 8th grade at 15 years old, 10 years of schooling, and 2nd grade done 2 times, I would have gone to 21-grade schools more than once. Finishing with 4 universities. I Lived in the guardian's home 5 /6 times, up to over 2 years. I would live in over 100 houses. Meeting 10,000 other kids. Causing compassion and deep unity with all people. Hundreds of teachers. I would also be Molested by 1 Male cousin as an infant, Setting into motion that would end up with me having over 4500 sex partners by 30 years of age. 10,000 plus encounters. Another was a first grader escalating to the Kidnapping and Violent Rape incident @ 15( 7. below). That almost cost me the death of my Dad, stepmom, Twin Brother, And Brother Bob. See the police report on me, where you will find other rapes there. (The mother hides these crimes for the baby's protection with false thinking that they will not be recalled later by them I can) Read my book when ready -of all data & names & photos then, "Behind the men's room door." Other molestation would happen in order: 1. Cousin -Buddy Huddleston (dead)- 10 months old. 2. Cousin -Ronnie Harris- age 5-6 -convicted child molester 3. Happy Hollow Camp -2 brothers That were blood brothers- One abusive. And the other molestation and pissed on. The camp nurse interviewed me about it, but nothing happened.- I was also almost murdered by a male counselor at the Pool in the lake while preparing it for other children after lunch to come to swim. I also must say a Single Male fisherman Saved my life at this same lake at the boat dock as I reached for a frog in the water that turned out to be a copperhead snake. 4. Garfield Park restroom is at the Pool lower area. Hand play 10ish. 5. Paperboy @ 12 tricked into taking a roll of quarters at the paper station while paying my bill early one Saturday morning. Would be forced into submission and even had a school superintendent watching the action even though Dick did not join in then. 2 or so times. Later, to become a Powerful politician. That resulted in the ------- street murders in Nov 71. Looking for 3 pictures of child porn. Who was in the photos was what was to drive a 3-year Typhoon of Intrigue. While looking for them, I buried them in the basement of a house that was later destroyed.If they had used a pot-smelling dog to find them. I buried it with an Acapulco gold pot. The photos were taken in the basement of the Marion County City Building. They would have been discovered then. The paper station was in the Prospect & villa area in 1964/5. Police were aware of what happened then. I was again made to flee for my life, forewarned by an undercover agent. Hiding in the U.S. Army. But found there. 6. Police reported ones. A stranger attacked @ 4 -and reported it to the police- I misunderstood and thought I was going to jail for stealing trash, as was told by the perp. Creating a lifetime of distrust of the police. 7. Pick up as a 14/15-year-old while king down Washington Street going from downtown to Washington and State Street. Extreme violence and pot- my first encounter with it. A complete and full police report almost doomed my family from trusting the police. 8. Religious one. The encounter with 2 priests at a catholic church of the south meridian with big steeples. This caused my confrontation with God himself outside a church on Morris Street. I had to decide if it was time for the horseman to let go of his Reins of destruction upon the world. I made a covenant with God with 3 wishes, just like Aladdin and his lamp.Of the 2 wishes that were used, the 3rd has never been used. For all. Working successfully as a local contractor for the last 30 years only to see all lost that I had built -home included- Selling over $ 26,000,000.00 in locally sold work Paying an estimated sales tax of $5000,000.00- only to receive NO local help from the state or city. Living the last 5 years on a small V.A. disability from my service connects duty to my country or $125.00 monthly. My friends, I am no republican. Not a Democrat. I am always for the most over least; I am for the most in number. I believe our rights start at birth -completely. That government is a privilege and not a right. We are the citizenry. We Live and die. The government is temporary and does not sleep with me at night. Are not our rights of citizenship and our greater right as a human first before a sheet of words made up by the few for what most called laws? The law is unchanging and always natural. Something that is understood without knowledge. Can you help us out of this mess caused by the few greedy few? Go, Green. Support a Green candidate closest to you today.Then help outwards from there. Send them your support for now. It is our Time. This is the place, and you are the person to take back this place for us all before the 3rd wish is uttered in global disappointment. Green Party. P.S. The first 2 wishes were not wasted. Read my book. It is not a cookbook but a book of understanding. Thank you, my friend. Donnie Harold Harris
In two day's I will have the sixtieth birthday of my Rape as a nine-year-old child By two Catholic priests. I was not Catholic at all then or now. I Did not even know what it was; I was not alone that day. My identical twin was along for the ride. Our first nine years were completed daily by one tragedy after another. We were born with Twin To Twin Transfusion syndrome. He had a 1% chance of survival; I had a 10 % chance. We had our first stroke of luck in the location of our births. A special baby hospital built out of its earlier tragedy, the Colman Hospital for birthing mothers Only. It came about by a tragedy that left a young Mother, her daughter Dead, and her child at the General Hospital of Indianapolis, Indiana. The General Hospital, a county hospital, was general. I would go there once, mistaking thinking it was candy when I took a bottle of pills. My brothers and sister would go there with each rat bite they would receive in the hundred or so low-class houses where we would live and grow. My mom was still a teen when she had me, her seventh child. My Identical twin was her sixth. Colman Hospital saved our lives at 6 a.m. Saturday, August 1ST, 1953. Colman Hospital was next store to the General Hospital. When my mom arrived two months early for the birth of her baby, they sent her across the parking lot to Colman. A 3-pound boy was born needing three months in an incubator and new blood. I was still inside my mom when she yelled something else was wrong three times to the delivery staff. Soon, I popped out a healthy, identical twin born with T to T to T to S. Now, nine years old and some months later, we end up with a new stepmom and a drunk musician for a dad. They were married, and we moved in. Bobby is 11 months older, Lon is three minutes older, and I am. Ricky was the baby that was mistreated most by Larry and had already been returned to the Care of our Mother, Mother Mary.,. Our evil new stepmom would allow her dog to bite Ricky In The Face one day while he tried to eat lunch, which was a bowl of hard dog food in a dog bowl on the floor. I Told Dad. It was the first of many ass-kicking that day. I often counsel Dad about our struggles as children growing up with a sick, sick woman. Larry, our stepmom, would not come without her own abuses. Shot, Jailed, and worked as a hooker. How did Dad meet her? In a bar, of course. He said. I will not discuss the raw sexual trauma between Larry and me. I am sure she got to Bobbie finally on Cottage courts. The Place of Change. Dad would learn to take most of his anger on her fish aquarium by pulling it to the floor. Seeing the fish everywhere. Worked as a distraction while they both saved the fish.We still lived in the lowest form of poverty known to the Scottish white trash. We moved from the apartment to the grocery store at Collage and Georgia to the location of my life-changing basses of Religion, My intro to the world of The Catholic Church. I think we had three marbles and one longer one called an ager. We had a large marble to play with in two feet of the side and front yard grass at our 75 or so home. My twin decided we would play kick the can. It was a Saturday morning, and we knew Dad would sleep till noon. It is possible, after years, to think it could have been Easter morning. It was a Holiday because the priests wore fancy robes and hats.Our stepmom told us not to cross any street. That was the only rule we had. So off we went down Charles Street South, kicking this can. It was the day before Easter. The sidewalk opened up into a large church parking lot. Luckily, we did not have to cross the street or be limited by a three-foot sidewalk going one way. Life was good; a Judge had given my dad custody of the four of us instead of paying child support. God sent me my double vision as we kicked the can around the church's parking lot. I had already met Jesus and the Devil a few years earlier, floating along a humming bridge at tenth street river white river. They were Identical twins. That day, I went to church for the first time. A black congregation. I have no idea how I ended up in a car with a Black Family going to church for the first time. My thoughts about the church. I was in shock. The poor black people were happy as a group. They all seem to be family. I Instantly became aware of lightness and power. When I was driven home, I met The Devil at the bridge. Jesus was still there. They looked at each other but did not talk directly to each other. I asked both the same question. How will I know? By now, I had met or seen so much. IE Now, nine years old, I believed I knew God had sent two of his noblemen to meet my smaller twin and me. I would experience the worst survivor's guilt while Lonnie still tried to catch up in size from his battle with TTTS. This church was no church like all I had ever seen. Finally, God's Promise was at hand. What amazement to discover in all its glory Sacred Heart Catholic Church. It was a Monster-sized church, The Catholic Church of the Sacred Heart. I was going places. The Rapes y family members and being forced to eat dog food and female stuff of God The female stuff was so hard to take. I almost couldn't make it. But I DID. I was about to meet the gods and his men. Two fully dressed in robes and headgear floated as Gods me must do? Two of God's people. This was it. Total freedom or some version of it. These priests wore robes and headgear of royalty. I had never seen such a display. One of these two mini gods scolded Lonnie. I stepped in. It is Saturday morning for making such a racket in a church parking lot. Not being of the Catholic faith or knowing how terrified a young catholic boy would be to have a priest yell at him. We fell silent. After the verbal bashing, he asked what we were doing making such a racket. I explained we were kicking a can at each other. W had just moved into the house on the corner the day before. We had not been down this dead-end street yet and had not seen the Sacred Heart Catholic Church. Realizing he had two destitute little boys in his parking lot, he invited us into the church to go bowling. Something I had heard of but never played. The two priests walked us downstairs to a small bowling alley lane. Excitedly, I ran for a bowling ball only to be reprimanded for not taking off my shoes. I needed special shoes to walk on a wooden floor. I was somehow supposed to know this. I pulled off my holy shoes to reveal my holy socks. We had just been released from the Marion County children's home for the fifth or so time and had minimal amounts of clothes. In fact, they had all been stolen by the Placement Home. Mrs. Heart, our Marion County Social Worker, had fed us a fantasy story about a Farm in paradise. Damit, the only Horse they had, was 95% dead. We had been placed in Martinsville, Indiana, the week before. We did not care about the clothes. Someone must love me where...That is what I cared about. A smile, a hello, a nice treat. Who would save my Life? We were on a hunt for the invisible. We had holy socks and holy shoes. God's men were left to intervene. The priest then made his move, Calling me to him. My twin had disappeared by this time. I felt responsible for him. He had saved me in the womb. The priest explained that he was also a doctor and a priest. I did not know what a priest was and that a doctor had saved our lives at birth. He asked if I had had a physical before. I did not know what that meant, But I trusted him in his outfit. He took my pants off and saw my dirty underwear. I was led to believe that a week per pair was the norm. Somebody removed them all. I was naked in the bowling alley in the basement of the church in front of God, man. I went with it. He looked and touched me all over. Then he spread my checks and probed with something. I had had a nurse flick the head of my dick the summer before during a physical for Happy Hollow Camp. I went with it. After a while, he was done touching and probing and said I would receive new underclothes and socks. No one asked where the new underwear had come about. That was reveling after the shock that no one noticed the new underwear. We moved after a few months there. I never told anyone. I had been paid underwear for my first sex act with a priest. By the time I was in the Army at eighteen and a half, I would have already been passed around by 20 to 25 priests. Including The Priest That married me at Saint Jude twenty years later at 30 to the date of my Rape. Father Morley was a last-minute priest change at my wife's family church that they helped establish in the sixties, St. Jude. That brings me to why I waited thirty-plus years before I told anyone about my Catholic church Experiences. I wondered if I was legally married to a priest who raped me as a teenager? I have many priest stories, including being driven across the country at 15 while being prostituted by him to pay for expenses. Including getting a ride on the top of a truckload of Bibles heading to an Indian reservation by a nun in Arizona. Was I married? This thought Brought my past back to my active mind. Turning fifty opened, and wondering made me contact the church. Although Father Morley and his pervert brother Bud Morley were both dead. I decided I needed restitution. Only restitution and ease the pain of betrayal. I needed an acknowledgment of their dirty deeds. I contacted the Main Church headquarters of the Catholic Church in north Merdian and was dis-believed. They offered counsel, and a Private detective interviewed me after lying to my face that She would give me a copy of her report.I reveal all, only for her to betray her promise to me. That was to be unbiased. She later lied and said she did not say that. I had held more stories away from Scientology and a dozen other groups over a 25-year history of spiritual searching for the meaning of my being tricked so easily by the priest with the big headdress. How does being Raped as a child affect you for Life? Life is a flow through the air of living. Suddenly someone rapes you. This Rape is like being picked up and thrown into a river. Fighting whatever that river brings you. Discovering that you do not control the river's current or anything at all. You do not control the temperature or movement or its speed. You do not control anything about it at all. There are lots of animals and bugs and slithering things. That all try and eat or bite you. You begin disoriented and lose all sense of possibilities and life purposes. Your families are gone, as you knew them. You are an outsider going down a river to another land, another town, another time. You understand things. Yet, knowing no one knows you. Now, you begin to fear everything. You cannot trust or forgive your shake and sometimes lose control of your body. You are no longer you, but something dirty some use, others want to abuse. You feel worthless and distracted. You will never find your way back home. No one believes you because it must have been you that caused it. Your heart is hollow like your mind. It no longer exists. You hide, self-soth yourself the best you can. You resent others for having all their breaks. All because some dirty pedophile wants to take your hand. Do strange things to you. Why would God abandon you now? You bounce from Religion to Religion, looking for clues to the big question, WHY. You fail and move to the next one in a maddening push to understand God of all Gods. You find that there is no end. But a new beginning. A new way, a new hope, A new possible Understanding. You begin to see common threads and imperfections that are the same in all. You wonder why all animals must breathe. Is this a weakness or an outpoint? Water, why can it change in so many ways? Always equaling out. After sixty years in this whore pool, I discovered that Life is to be lived by you. People are to be loved. Your Life is to worship in a way that suits you and your family. No Religion is the final word or way. Water works well in some recipes and Oil in others. Sometimes, they are mixed. Nothing is worth disloyalty. And family is supreme and friends grand. Work is an adventure, and all others are allowed to be themselves. Sickness is the enemy, and abuse is hate. War is uncalled for, and energy is not supposed to hurt. God is you, and you are others' God. Restitution is a higher state of apology and crime wastes time. Prisons are evil, and medicine is not always good. The greatest of all is Life. A baby is in a pure state. A dad is alive if you're lucky, and Moms are humankind's gift to us all. Soon it will be sixty years of God's Rape. Sixty years of uncertainty. Sixty years of fear and distrust. Will you hold my hand? Will you love me? Will you be mine? We all together can set the world straight and move in a way forward that is good for all humankind. Many things must change in our lives. Like the sun, we are unlimited in resources. But our greatest resource is our Young. Change is uncertain. Change is scary. Yet change brings about a new beginning. A new direction. New hope and new dreams. Our children are our hope, our dreams, and our possibilities. Let them have a hand. We must lead from the bottom up. We must allow somebody to have new ideas. We must stop being afraid of our own. We must stop destroying the planet. We must stop eating our own through a wasteful prison comp
Lex. We must allow laws to be changed or go to pasture. And Yes, God asked me to be here now with you. Donnie harold harris
Harris, born on August 1, 1953[2], attended 21 different grade schools in Indianapolis and lived in the former Children's Guardian Home on the east side of Indianapolis on several occasions. He graduated from Emmerich Manual High School, served in the U.S. Army as an infantryman and has attended several other universities and schools studying everything from law and philosophy to communications and scientology. He currently runs a 45-year-old remodeling company.[3]
In a biography submitted to Ballotpedia, Harris described his political philosophy:
Citizenry (sic) is not something bestowed upon at a certain age but come at first breath. In today's world the climate is to someway mark you before this age arrives at 18. Low level education discrimination dividing by race and ethic back grounds, crime drugs or War/military. All this is upon you before you turn 18. By the time you do go vote you can no long protect yourself (sic). A citizenry is not naturally in a single party. But an overall system. I allow you to eat hog nuts if you want. A fairness system. Not rigged like a Stinging switch. I believe in you and want that belief in you.[3]
He further notes "We have just one small chance to make it to the promised world. One with out Pain crime Insanity or and need of War. Where the depth of one reach or scope of her vision of is focused and intensified in a Moving forward world."[3]
2011
Harris was a Public Party candidate for Mayor of Indianapolis in 2011.[3]
2010
Harris ran as a Public Party candidate for the U.S. Senate in 2010.[3]
Campaign donors
Harris did not submit a quarterly campaign finance report by the April 16, 2012 campaign filing deadline.[4] He did, however, submit a biography to Ballotpedia that noted he has "had Millions of donors donating prayers, enchantments and passion," but lamented that he has not met most of his donors.[3]
I can tell you a few things I stand for. 1. The number one concern is race. Race threw Religion, education, nationality, Family, and skin color. Religion-given rights are like cows getting animal rights. The cow knows not who's garden he eats his way through. For that matter that he is eating through a system. To her, she is eating. 2. Women's rights. Women have the right to be women and the right to decide about their own self-image and body. Women do not need to be like men to be anything. Now we are on the cusp of losing the Identity of man and woman, then family groups and extended families, and then nationality will become burdened Until the planet is full of strangers. Losing touch with ourselves, family, and each other. WE may not change a rock into wine; we can change it into a bottle to carry it in. 3. rd Statehood and states rights. 90% of rights are right at home in your state. Federal is like looking through a thick eyeglass lens to see things through. It should be used sparingly. The current federal reach is like that of a planet 20 times our size. There is no magic formula for education in D.C. Or many other overextended rules of law. 4. Our place in the world. At this time, we have no right to go to Mars. We destroy all we covet. We need to spend 100 years recovering and taking charge of all the global resources and teaching teachers. Peel off all the layers of false history. Find out who we are as a whole planet. Then go out somewhere. 5. Religion and science are the same things. Connected in ways yet located. Like Placebo and faith healing. During the civil war, Limb removal was a common action and sight. 150 years later, and we are still removing limbs. Is it a bullet or bomb that is the common cause? Is it the Plan of War? 6. As a planet, we must wind down the need for war. We need to take all the knowledge and tech and build a world future full of Ideas and hopes. There may be a few more planets with cows having different colored eyes. 7. Life is a larger word that co-joining Science and Religion together. Sharing knowledge and resources. Called teamwork in the family business. 8. We need faith in a higher being. That being can be anything: a marble or a planet. A saint or a guru. I once meet a local farmer that was way out there somewhere.
Summer of 69, Summer of Love.: The sanity of life.: A trip on LSD 25 at 15 years old in 1968 would lead to discovering my essential self. I was lucky in the sense that I was given the drug LSD25... I was involved in a government program called MKaltra.It was run by the CIA. Field work By the FBI. I was shown porn and fed
Weed and LSD. I hope they learned something from my Hell on earth.
Elect a Public Party Candidate for mayor 2011 This is my 1st meeting with this group, The Libertarians. I was not sure what to expect. I became a libertarian during Regan's, 1st presidential race. I was living in Hollywood Cal, at the time, working on my movie star/musicological career /Scientology/Krishna training, while going to l.a.c.c.(Los Angles city college), as a disabled Viet Nam *era army veteran, studying theater /law. Oh yes,, The meeting was better than great. Everyone was very respectful of each other, showing the interesting overall, the higher reality of belief, in the overwhelming, groupthink, that visible dramatize chance is needed in our day to day affairs, in our city and country. For a more dutiful ex-stinted family, "luminance of being" in need. These people need the help of all that, regardless of races, religions, or wherewithal, or current Political beliefs can help. Our city is past the beginnings of savage downward stages, of the inner self, as the group of people. A people Known, as The friendly people of the crossroads of America/the crossroads of the World" INDIANAPOLIS.in of America. I ask that if the ship goes down, one would hope the captain would order "all hands on deck", all will lose. Even those on the upper decks, will TOO need to rely on, those that they (rich, thief), have been made LESS, as citizenry,threw suffering of the local hope ,by the draining of the local relief ,13.5M,at the worst of possible times for our communality disadvantaged local citizenry..You yes you, right now your more powerful than ever, as a value to, The rest of us Public People. This group needs your help, regardless of your personal duty to a better future, help on a larger group is needed.N ow is The time This Is the place, cause you are here now, You are the one the rest of us are waiting for. One small piece of foam may take down a space ship in the fight. One piece of foam, overall working in alignment with the rest, makes a fight, only then possible, and successful world cause, as well. Do not think you have no account, in this larger group, of all mankind. Those very people holding them self back, are the very people needed to help. Each an every person counts. Change starts with you. Help the larger cause, of Individual Personal Freedom. Start the change! Join a local group. Run for an office. I make this prime postulate, Give me 29 IUPUI students, that qualify to run for city-county council, and I will show you a new city for all the world to see, an emulate. 29 young people change the whole world. That it the 2012 change the Mayans predicted in their end of times stuff.A new place a new beginning, a new age of man.Homo Novus man.The age of youth. over mankind, the quick dismantlement of old rich man rule. Never in the history of man has the individualized chance of controlling power, without the requirement of family, money or who you know, to do it from. Only a single man ever makes a difference in the advancement of ourselves. Please run for city-county council, contact Chris. Become a member of the libertarian party. The party of non-religious, educational or prior political views. The party of individuals, united as a power of future hope threw duty to us all...each and every one of us!publicpartyofIndiana
If Indiana was a Single body, It Would Now lie in Critical care in some hospital, recovering from a Suicide Attempt. And Even If we survive this Overdose, as a whole body of Hoosiers, Have forever become changed as a Union. This Assault and Betrayal After Trust, can and must be overcome by those that think of the Few., by forging a Higher standard of Basic Birth Rights..A Right beyond Religion.. A right above Mom and Dad and a Right before a nation. Donnie Harold Harris Former Candidate for Governor of Indiana 2012.
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