WHY ARE YOU SITTING STILL?

ELLIOTT A. 'Suitcase' ANDERSON

This is the story of one man's struggle, his adventures, misadventures, and the achievements of his life's work. He reflects on his failure to perfect an inherited natural singing voice, and his missed entrepreneurial opportunities. He considers himself to be a rebel by nature and details his continuing mistrust of the U.S Government, all bureaucrats, and professional politicians. He has mounted anti-government protests in his home state of Texas as well as in Washington, DC. His struggle continues.

About The Author

Elliott A. 'Suitcase' Anderson is an accomplished singer and songwriter. Though he lacks the writing skill possessed by most writers, he does have a natural ability to tell a good story. The author writes of missed opportunities, bureaucratic red tape, and government fraud. First hand experiences told, "As it is." This is the author's first book.

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WHY ARE YOU SITTING STILL?

ELLIOTT A. ANDERSON

MY STORY

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HOUSTON, TEXAS

WHY ARE YOU SITTING STILL?

ELLIOTT A. 'Suitcase' ANDERSON

MY STORY

WHY ARE YOU SITTING STILL?

Get up and go into the fortified cities. It’s God's story, the poverty way. I had better start at the beginning. When I was a little boy my mother used to take me downtown in Houston to Raymond T. Richey's Tabernacle. I saw healing there and I never forgot it. My father died when I was one year of age. My mother had five mouths to feed: two brothers, two sisters and myself. She washed clothes in the daytime and was a janitress at night at the Humble Oil Building. My aunt's mother-in-law lived with us. We called her Granny. My grandfather on my mother's side was from Scotland. He owned a store in Pasadena, Texas, saddles, a tinsmith shop, etc. Christmas time he would bring us a pair of socks. What for, I don't know - we didn't have shoes to wear.

There was a man who drove a Model T Ford past our house all the time. He was a railroad man and my mother would always entice Granny to go out and stop him. My mother was a redhead and she finally hooked him.

All I can remember is one day my two brothers and me were put in Autry Memorial School. It was supposed to be a T. B. Clinic. I was separated from my two brothers and I went into a lot of tantrums. They continually locked me up in a closet. That put a scar on my mind and made me rebellious, which hung on to me through my years causing trouble in school.

My mother used to take me to tent meetings. Back in those days they were called Holy Rollers. She also sent me to a Baptist Church in later years where I would hear Billy Graham play Just As I Am. I would cry from memory of that song. My mother used to quote to me "Train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old he will never depart from it." "Honor thy mother and thy father that your days may be long upon this earth."

I was in trouble in school all the time. I only went to the lower 8th in school. I ran away from home. I was in one of those transit bureaus in Leesville, LA not far from where they killed Bonnie and Clyde. A police officer came to me one day and told me to go home. My parents were looking for me. I had three strikes against me: no education, born with a bad left eye, and I was kicked out of the C.C.C. camp. Got a C.D.D. honorable discharge from the army. I was a merchant seaman prior to the army. I worked at Delta Shipyard and married an Italian girl who was 16 at that time. In June 1945 I decided to go back to sea. The captain on that ship had hit an O.S. on the prior voyage.

I was the type of person who got a lot of attention all the time. I was a very witty person. I could imitate any singer I wanted to. I turned down many offers to sing. I had an inferiority complex. I was the so-called counselor on the ship. One day the radio operator came to me and said the captain had him radio Washington D.C. to check and see if I was an F.B.I. agent. 99% of the time I was always at the helm steering the ship. On arrival after we were in that typhoon when all the ships were blown up on Guam I was at the helm and we were rolling at a 45-degree angle. He told me he was going to put ballast, in other words, put water in #3 hole. I said, "Captain, you can't do that. You don't have an equalizing bulkhead in the center of the hole." The reason I knew that was that I worked on an oil barge and we had them. If he pumped water in the #3 hole when the ship rolled the way it did, that water rushing to one side of the ship was subject to capsize the ship and not come back. He listened to me and didn't pump water into the hole.

We were the first merchant ship to enter Japan, 150 miles up to Kure Naval Base. We had mine sweepers ahead of us; also shooting mines that were afloat. We anchored in the bay and a Japanese submarine came up right out of the water alongside of us. It almost scared me to death. A Japanese offered me a sword for a carton of cigarettes. I refused.

We got back to the U.S.A. in late December 1945. As soon as I walked in the house my wife said she wanted a divorce. She had been working in my sister's bar room and my sister was a shady lady. I had told her not to work there. The outcome was that I caught her calling a man in Mississippi, and I walked out. It really hurt me. I didn't do anything for a year. I went through two more divorces, went back to sea, and married this Mexican gal in 1955. Her brother was a lawyer.

I was jumping from selling to going back to sea. I was a good salesman. I sold myself instead of the product. I would sing to the people. I started buying Mexican saddles, then switched to Chattanooga Saddlery, advertising in Farm & Ranch magazines. I had been selling out of my home in Houston, Texas and I moved to a location on Avenue P. and Wayside with living quarters and business at the same location. I kept an ad under Horses and Mules in the Houston Chronicle.

One day I got a call from K & L Productions wanting me to give Ty Hardin, the movie star, a saddle. They were going to Spain to make a movie. They would put me in their magazine. Something Funny Happened on the Way to the Forum was the play they were producing. Me, I'm not interested, but they kept calling me. I said, "Why don't you go to Stelzig? They are a big outfit - have been in business for years." They bothered me so much that I finally called the factory. They said they would give a 25% discount. So Ty Hardin and K & L Productions came out and started taking pictures. They were blurred. The man walked two blocks to a drug store, came back with more pictures blurred. He then wrote a contract stating he would have Ty Hardin standing in front of a sign and my saddle, and my name would be behind him. This would all go into the magazine. He not only wanted the saddle, he wanted the tack to go with it, plus he wanted a better saddle. The outcome was that I was never put into their magazine. I believe it was a con job from the beginning.

I went out and picketed K & L Productions on Montrose. Channel 11 TV came out and shot pictures and put me on TV, but nothing came of it.

I used to go to the N.M.U. (National Maritime Union) Hall all the time. It was on 76th and Navigation in the 7500 block of Navigation. I saw a law office. I stopped in one day and talked to Ben Canales and told him about the con job I got from Ty Hardin and K & L Productions. He didn't seem enthused. Now he is a lawyer. I said I read in The Pilot, a seaman's news magazine, where a seaman had carved his initials on a pilot wheel, it steers the ship. The captain made him pay for the pilot wheel, but the pilot wheel stayed on the ship. He consulted a lawyer and received, $75,000.00 because the ship couldn't operate without the pilot wheel. Now when they make this movie with my saddle in it we can get a piece of that movie. Now he seemed enthused. I gave him the blurred picture and contract they gave me.

I had a good business in the saddle business. I played golf every day, drank a lot of beer. I had a good mail order business. I used to sell saddles to a fireman $5.00 above my cost. He would put them in feed stores on consignment. He would owe me as much as $600.00 at a time. Now the factory suggested to me that I call them collect at any time and they would drop-ship for me. I was sending out catalogs for 80 cents. That was costing me $1.00 plus postage. I was buying 1,000 catalogs at a time from the factory with my name on the catalog. My mistake was letting them drop-ship for me. Their salesman was stealing a lot of my business, plus they told me I had to go up 10% on my saddles. When they told me this I wanted to sell out, but my wife was giving me a hard time not to sell. If she had left me alone and I would have found out I couldn't sell I was thinking of going into the car business.

Back to the I.R.S. man - when I came back to him for my returns, he said, "Mr. Anderson, you had a tremendous business here. Why don't you put a saddle and boot business here in Laredo?"

I said, "I'm not interested in putting a business here in Laredo."

He said, "Go see Judge Benavides. He has something to do with the War on Poverty. Also, go see Diaz de Leon. He's head of the War on Poverty in the Laredo area. The government will train people for you at the government's expense."

Well, that sounded good to me. I tried to contact Judge Benavides. His wife said he was observing Lent and wasn't seeing anyone at this time. I went and talked to Diaz de Leon and told him this retired I.R.S. man sent me there, and showed him my books.

He said, "Yes, I do believe you qualify for the War on Poverty Program to put the saddle business here in Laredo. Why don't you put in a boot business also?"

I remarked that I didn't know about boots.

He said you might as well put in boots they go together.

Now I can't remember if he called in the manager of Texas Employment Commission at this time or at a later date for this was 30 years ago. They both agreed that I qualified for a business under the War on Poverty Program.

They said, "Go get a factory set up, get the equipment and within two weeks we will put the men in there on-the-job training."

I went to San Antonio and bought the machines, Tijerina had two saddle makers and a boot maker. I hired all three. I ordered leather to make saddles from Chattanooga, a leather company. I can't remember but I think they told me my credit was good for any amount. They had heard about me and about my tremendous business - how, I don't know. Nacho was the boot maker and I didn't want any Mexican leather. It was no good and they didn't tan it right. Nacho was from Guadalajara and he assured me that he knew were to get good boot leather. I let him order the boot leather. A couple of weeks after I had everything set up in the small factory there were some young men who lived close by. I told them to go to the Texas Employment Office. The War on Poverty Program was going to train men to make saddles and boots at my factory. A few days later I saw them and asked what happened at Texas Employment Commission. They told me that they didn't know what I was talking about. I went and confronted the manager and asked them, "Didn't you and Diaz de Leon tell me to go set up a factory, and within two weeks you would put men there for on-the-job training; and that the government would pay them?"

He jumped up and said, "Are you calling me a liar?" I said, "I don't know if you are a liar or not. You decide if you are a liar. You and Diaz de Leon told me to put in the factory and within two weeks you would furnish the men for on-the-job training." This came later, I believe when I was sick with the flu, and was called to meet Mr. Green from Corpus Christi, TX, another federal employee. Many people would tell me the mayor didn't want any industries in Laredo. Industries create jobs and jobs create votes, and he was controlling the votes. Confronting the Texas Employment Commission Manager the second time I said, "Does the mayor control you, too?" He was on fire when I asked him that. They had a big meeting that day with all kinds of government officials. I believe I asked Bob Lamb, "Who is this man I'm seeing all the time?" Now Bob Lamb was a radio reporter for K.V.O.Z. radio. He said, "That's the mayor's nephew. He is on a $10,000.00 a year government job - I guess the War on Poverty. I thought there was a discussion going on and Mr. Green asked me if I was a saddle maker. I replied, "No, but I know how saddles should be made, having been in the saddle business." There were other people there about business, and later there was a furniture factory put in, I believe. Now, here I am with all this equipment and no on-the-job training. Mr. Green did say any business would receive on-the-job training within two weeks. I struggled along with nothing. Now, in the meantime Ben Canales, the lawyer, had come to Laredo a few times borrowing my station wagon to go over to Nuevo Laredo to see his son who was going to college, so he said. Once he brought me a check for more than $2,000.00 for my home in Houston.

He then tells me, "I'm now a lawyer for the War on Poverty Program. If you will give me a piece of your business I can get you a $100,000.00 loan for equipment, property, etc."

I said, "What do I need with that kind of a loan? I need cash. I have the equipment." The last time I saw Ben Canales I asked him how the case was coming against K & L Productions and Ty, he said he didn't know as he had misplaced the contract and photos. He also said before this that he was a good friend of Diaz de Leon. Someone mentioned, "Why don't you form a corporation and sell stock?" I did and I had to have a lawyer. I believe his name was Carlos Castillon. This is thirty years back and when I mentioned to some people in Laredo that I was going to Houston to sell some stock, they said, "No, we in Laredo should have first shot at the stock." I said, "I don't see any of you coming up with any money." I could only get my brother and sister to come up with $500.00 each. I didn't call the lawyer I was back, but he found out I was back and called me to find out how much stock I had sold. I asked him, "Why do you want to know how much stock I sold? He answered, "I'm the lawyer and I have to know to enter it in the books." I'm sure it was the mayor who wanted to know. I believe I might be getting ahead of myself. When Nacho ordered the leather from Guadalajara I had a customs broker handle the transaction. I went to pick up the material at the customs, and the man accused me of trying to bring in contraband. He said, "You have something here that's not on the manifest." I said, "If its not on the manifest, its not my fault." The custom broker was handling this. He said, "You're trying to smuggle something." And he refused to give me my material. I said, "Does the mayor control you, too?" He was mad and pulled all of my material back in the warehouse. I don't remember if I finally got my material at that time or later, for he finally admitted he was wrong. I got on the phone. The boss of customs was named Outlaw. I said, "I can talk to you on the phone or in person." He said, "On the phone is just fine." I said, "I happen to be an American citizen and I'm tired of government officials harassing me. I have had trouble before. You people are public servants and I happen to help pay your salary. I'm tired of being treated like a criminal." He answered, "Mr. Anderson, I will take care of this matter." And he did. I was never harassed again by the customs. We had made our first saddle and it was a good saddle. Nacho was making a few boots for individuals. I think I let him make all the profit on the boots. He had about eight kids and neither he nor I were making any money. News got around about the saddle we had made. I believe it was Diaz de Leon who either asked me in person or by phone, "Would you like to get on national T.V. and show your saddle and let the U.S. see what the War on Poverty is doing in this area?" Shriver, President Kennedy's brother-in-law, is head of the War on Poverty. He is coming down to show the nation what the War on Poverty is doing in the Laredo area. The mayor will be there. I had never met the mayor.

Now stop and think - the nerve of these people. I said, "Do you want me to give the glory to these crooked federal officials who got me in this mess in the first place, and have not put a dime into my saddle or my business?" He said, "I guess you are right." I guess what I should have done is gone and exposed these crooks, but I knew the news media wouldn't have quoted my story. I believe I flew to D.C. The first time I picketed the White House a lady came up to me when I was making my sign. She said, "Why are you doing this? This is the greatest country in the world." I said, "I happen to know this for I have been all over the world. That's why I am doing this - to try and keep it the greatest country in the world." My sign read, Victim of War on Poverty Program Fraud - State and Federal Officials, Laredo, TX. A camera crew came out and shot pictures of me. Kazen, a government official from Laredo wanted to talk to me, but I wouldn't talk to him. I came back again to D.C. and picketed to no avail. I wrote a song and titled it, THE SADDLE AND BOOT FACTORY THAT FADED AWAY IN THE LAND OF L.B.J., THE POVERTY WAY.

Bob Lamb knew about the song and an associate at the radio station, his brother Lalo Duarte, taught guitar lessons. They had the equipment for professional recordings. Lalo's brother sent the master tape to San Antonio to make the records. Bob Lamb called me at the factory before the record came out. Sing me the song over the telephone. I did. When I finished he started questioning me. I answered, "Many people have told me if I had pulled the things a few years back that I was pulling today, I would already be floating down the Rio Grande." He said, "You mean in a canoe?" I answered, "No, in a cement box." He played the song and the tape over the air and I got scared, not of the song, but of the tape. He told me later he received a phone call wanting him to play the song and the tape over again. He did and said he heard several telephone receivers click.

I went to the local F.B.I. and started questioning the agent there. He said, "Why are you asking me all these questions?" I answered, "How long have you been here in Laredo?" He replied, "Why do you want to know?" I told him, "You have been here six months and you don't know what goes on in this town." He answered, "Were you ever in the armed services?" I replied, "Yes." The agent asked, "What was your rank and serial number?" I gave it to him and walked out of there.

One day there was a knock on my door. Two men in suits who said they were from Austin, Texas and they began to tell me that I had failed to pay my sales tax when I was in Houston. I knew where they were coming from. I was mad. I started looking through my books and told them they didn't know what they were talking about. Not finding my returns right away, I said, "You mean the mayor of this town had you come all the way from Austin to harass me?"

One of them said, "Let's get out of here." The power of politics.

Some doctors I played golf with suggested to me that I join the Chamber of Commerce. I went to the first meeting and was told that the mayor was going to be there, so I asked Bob Lamb, "Who is the mayor?" Bob Lamb replied, "He's not here." I guess he found out that I was going to be there and didn't show. I guess he had heard a lot about me.

The Laredo Times came to my house and interviewed me, put the article and my picture in their paper. I guess that's the way Salvador Esquino heard about me. I received a long distance call from Mexico City, Salvador wanting to invest money in my business. He said he had the finances and was really interested in going in business with me. He gave me his telephone number 40-13-94. I haven't remembered his number. This man who was supposed to write and finish my story had told me to look for some of my papers. I had two blue books of people and numbers. My wife threw one away through jealousy, I guess. Salvador called me back and let me know what flight he was coming in on.

There are a lot of western goods sold in Mexico to the Americans. I guess when he found out about me he wanted to get in on the ground floor, figuring I would hurt the Mexican market. I guess I have not only been a fool all of my life and still am, still just trusting people. I made the mistake of telling the lawyer about Salvador and the time and flight he was coming in on. He was there to meet him and had reservations already for him at a motel. He arrived at evening and chatted a few moments and said he was tired and would get back with me in the morning. The lawyer took him to the motel. When I called him the next morning, he said he had changed his mind. Now, who can you trust in this world if you can't trust a lawyer? I guess you have to trust your Holy Lawyer, whom I didn't know at that time. Well, here I was blocked again.

About this time I had received the records. I started sending them to my old customers. I would picket in front of the customs on the street and give records away to cars stopped waiting to cross the bridge into Mexico. One day Mr. Ramirez, my neighbor, was doing something at his fence. I had given him one of the records. He was a relative of the mayor.

"Mr. Anderson, you better be careful of what you are doing. These people play for keeps."

WHY ARE YOU SITTING STILL?

ELLIOTT A. 'Suitcase' ANDRSON

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I’LL MARRY A HURRICANE

I GOT A GALL THAT PUTS ME DOWN * * EVERY TIME A HURRICANE COMES AROUND * * WHEN ALMA CAME AND PASSED ON BY * * I THOUGHT JACK JOHNSON BLACKED MY EYE * * AUDREY WAS A BLAST A MEAN ONE T00 * * IT FELT LIKE JACK DEMSEY INSTEAD OF YOU INSTEAD OF YOU ** WHEN BLUALAH ARRIVED & RIGHT ON TIME * * I THOUGHT' JOE. LOUIS AT THE COUNT OF NINE * * UP JUMPED CARLA OUT OF THE SKIES * * I ROCKED LIKE MARCIANO & THAT’S NO LIE * * CEILA WAS CLOCKED AT A HUNDRED & SIXTY * * YOU MADE MOHAMED ALI LOOK LIKE A SISSY * * ITS REALLY AMAZING HOW THIS GIRL CAN STRIKE * ID LIKE TO SEE HER WITH THE CHAMP MIKE * * SHE MAKES HER MOVES AND MAKES THEM FAST * * SHE HARDLY EVER RUNS OUT OF GAS * * I HATE TO SEE A HURRICANE COME AROUND * * SHE S GOOD AS A MAN POUND FOR POUND * * BABY THIS, BETTER COME TO A SCREECHING STOP * * I’LL MARRY A HURRICANE AND YOU'LL DROP * *

I WROTE THIS SONG IN 1965 but ADDED CHAMP MIKE RECENTLY

YOU’RE MOVING ON UP GIRL

WE STARTED TO WALK WITH EVES TALK * * ALONG CAME TIM HORSE & EVE BALKED * * THEN CAME THE' TRAIN IT WAS MUCH FASTER * * SHE THEN THOUGHT WHO IS THE MASTER * * FORD CAME ALONG WITH THE T- MODEL CLASS * * SHE WAS SPEECHLESS SHE RUN OUT GASS * * SHE THEN GOT SASSY AND STARTED TO SMOKE * * THEN JUMPED UP AND STARTED TO VOTE * * UP COMES A MAN WHOSE NAME WAS WRIGHT * * THAT’S WHEN MAN MADE HIS FIRST FLIGHT * * SHE WAS SO BRAVE SHE MADE ANOTHER START * * WHEN ALONG GAME A GIRL NAMED AMELIA EARHART * * THAT WAS A TRAGEDY AND A SAD DAY TOO * * BUT SOME TIME LATER MAN REACHED THE MOON * * AND FINALLY THE LAST LAUGH AND TO HIS SURPRISE * * HE SAW NOT ONE FEMALE THERE DEAD OR ALIVE * * NOW STOP TO THINK WHO ARE WE KIDDING * * IF IT WASN’T FOR' FEMALES WE WOULDN’T BE `LIVING * * I LOVE ALL FEMALES AD THEY SHOULD BE HEARD * * SO LET THEM HAVE THEIR FINAL LAST WORDS * * WHEN I GET TO THE MOON AND FINALLY ARRIVE * * MY FEMALE WILL BE WITH ME NOT DEAD BUT ALIVE **

I GOT A CONTRACT FROM DON ROBEY, ‘DON’S MUSIC HERE IN HOUSTON IN 1967 I THINK IT WAS FOR I SENT THE OLD WORN OUT CONTRACT TO BILL FOSTER THREE YEARS BACK. I NEVER HEARD FROM DON ROBEY.

AGAINST THE LAW

OH OUR HONORABLE POLITICIANS THEY MAKE THE LAWS * *'BUT ARE FIRST TO BREAK MOST OF THEM ALL * * YOU’RE FORCED TO BUY A LICENSE TO K,LL A DEER * * BUT READ THE BIBLE WITHOUT A LICENSE WITHOUT FEAR * * ITS AGAINST THE`LAW TO KILL A MUSKRST * * JUST TO SATISFY THESE POLITICAL FAT CATS * * THE LOGGERS HAVE LOST THEIR JOBS AND CLAIMED A FOUL * * ON ACCOUNT OF THE DISTINCT WANDERING HOOT OWL * * NINETY NINE PERCENT ARE POLITICAL LAWYERS IN D.C. ** THEY ARE NOT REALLY FIGHTING FOR YOU AND ME * * THEY PASS THESE LAWS FROM KICKBACKS FROM FRIENDS * * IT’S ABOUT TIME THIS WHOLE MESS COMES TO AN END * * CRUELTY TO DUMB ANIMALS IS AGAINST THE LAW * * AMAZING KILLING BABIES IN THE WOMB BEFORE TREY FALL * * ITS AGAINST THE LAW FOR A CAR TO POLUTTE * * GO BACK TO THE COVERED WAGON *,* THAT’S AN ABSOLUTE * * TROUBLE IN THE SCHOOLS THEY DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO * *PUT JESUS BACK AND GET RID OF THESE POLTICAL FOOLS * * IT’S AGAINST THE LAW TODAY IN SCHOOLS TO PRAY ** THESE SO CALLED CHRISTIANS JUST GAVE THEIR RIGHTS AWAY * * THEY HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO DELVE IN OUTER SPACE * * BUT NOT ENOUGH MONEY TO STOP THE ILLEGAL RACE * * ITS A SHAME HOW THESE POLITICIANS STRETCH THE TRUTH.* * THEIR POLITICAL LIES BENEFIT THEM FOR THEIR OWN USE * * IF WE PROTEST AND SAY ITS AGAINST GOD’S LAWS * * WE WOULDN’T GET AS MUCH AS A CLOSE DRAW * * IVE SAID IT ALL WHAT MORE CAN I SAY WHAT WILL HAPPEN WITH GODS LAW AT JUDGEMENT DAY?"

HILLARY OUR NATION’S GURU

HILLARY HAS PUT HER FAITH IN PHYSIC GURUS TO SEE IF SHE CAN CAST FUTURE NEWS * SHE CONSULTED ELANOR AND SAID IT ON TV * WHAT KIND OF WEIRD TALK CAN THIS BE * SHE NEW LITTLE OR NOTHING ABOUT WHITEWATERGATE * BUT WONT ADMIT ABOUT HER SINFUL MISTAKES * THEY CLAIM TO BE INNOCENT ABOUT WHTEWATER * THEY LEFT ALL THE BLAME ON SILENT PARTNERS " BILL WAS ELECTED TO THE PRESIDENTAL POST * BUT SHE SEEMS TO SAY AND DO THE MOST * WHO IS REALLY RUNNING THIS MOST GRATEFUL NATION * IT’S REALLY NOT BILL IN ALL HIS PACES * SHE MADE HER INVESTMENT IN CATTLE STOCK * THE MARKET SUDDENLY WENT UP INSTEAD OF DROP * SHE’S AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 DAYS * IT’S REALLY YOU ANDI WHO HAS TO PAY * BLOODSPORT HEARD HER SAY IT WE ARE THE PRESIDENT * WHO OCCUPIED THE WHITEHOUSE AND ITS RESIDENCE * SHE CAME FROM ARKANSAS WITH HER GLASS SLIPPERS * TO TAKE OVER THIS NATION WITHOUT A WHISPER *THEY RODE IN ON A GALLANT WHITE HORSE * TOOK OVER THIS NATION BY LIES AND FORCE * THERE’S A LOT OF HANKY PANKY BETWEEN THESE TWO * I WONDER IF THEY KNOW WHO IS WHO * HOW CAN PEOPLE REALLY LOVE THIS PRESIDENTAL COUPLE * WHO SEEM TO BE IN AND OUT OF TROUBLE * IF YOU WANT THE SAME THEY’RE PUTTING OUT * THEN GIVE THEM YOUR VOTE WITH A CRYING SHOUT * THEN GET ON YOUR KNEES AND PRAY TO GOD * IT WAS OUR SECOND MISTAKE WITHOUT A NOD * THEN GO TO BED AND THINK WHAT YOU’VE DONE * ITS REALLY NOT US BUT THE CROOKS HAVE WON * THE WORST OF THE TWO WHO DO YOU THINK * A FOUL MOUTH WOMAN BILL THREW IN THE CLINK * I ADDED THESE TWO LINES WHEN I HEARD A LAWYER ASSOCIATED WITH KEN STARK SAY IT ON TV. * THEY HAD ENOUGH EVIDENCE ON HILLARY TO INDICTE * BUT IN ARKANSAS COURTS THEY’D LOOSE THE FIGHT *

LAW & ORDER OR LAW AND OUGHTA

OH THESE LAWLESS LAW PROFESSORS SHOULD BE ASHAMED " TO UPHOLD THE PRESIDENT AND HIS LATEST GAME " BUT THEY ARE NOT ONLY THE GUILTY ONES " ALSO THE GUILTY POLITICIANS IN WHAT THEY’VE DONE " OH THESE LOYAL SENATORS OH THESE LOYAL ONGRESSMEN "DONT SEEM TO BE INNOCENT OF THEIR WICKED SINS " LAW AND ORDER ONLY FOR THE TRUE AND POOR "NOT FOR THE SO CALLED POLITICIANS NOT ANY MORE " LAWS ARE REALLY OBEYED BY THE OBEYER " BUT NOT BY THE ONES WHO MADE THEM SHOULD WE GO BACK TO THE DAYS OF THE GUN " ISNT THAT REALLY HOW THE OLD WEST WAS WON? " IF WE HAD DONE WHAT THE PRESIDENT DONE " THE CROOKS WOULDN’T HELP TO GET OUR CASES WON “OH WHAT POWER CAN DO WHEN ITS IN YOUR HANDS " WHEN YOU BELONG TO THE POLITICAL CLINTON CLAN "I KNOW ABOUT JUSTICE AND HOW ITS DONE " BUT WASN’T FOR ME ONLY THE CROOKED ONES " JUST LOOK AT THE POWER OF POLITICS " TO LOOK AT IT IT REALLY MAKES YOU SICK " THE ONLY DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE REPUBLCANS & THE DEMOCRATS " THE DEMOCRATS ARE THE SLICKEST OF THE FAT CATS " LAWS ARE ONLY GOOD FOR YOU AND ME " NOT FOR THE CROOKED POLITICIANS WHO SET BILL FREE " DONT YOU THINK ITS TIME FOR A CHANGE " RID US OF OLD DC ACES AND THEIR NAMES " A WORD FROM THE BIBLE MY MOTHER PREACHED TO ME " TRAIN UP A CHILD AND AWAY HE WILL GO '¹WHEN HE GETS OLD HE WILL NEVER DEPART FROM IT I KNOW JESUS SAID LOVE THY NEIGHBOR " ALSO PRAY AND BLESS YOUR ENEMIES BUT THE BIBLE ALSO SAYS " DETEST AND EXPOSE EVIL I PRAY FOR BILL CLINTON PRACTICALLY EVERY DAY”

TIME IS RUNNING OUT

TIME IS RUNNING OUT TIME IS RUNNING OUT * THE TRUMPET WILL BLAST WITH A 'HUNDERING SHOUT * ARE YOU READY ARE YOU READY ARE YOU SURE * YOUR GOOD OLD HEART BETTER BE FINE AND PURE * OR_ YOU WILL BE LEFT BY, THE WAYSIDE * JUST LIKE TEN VIRGINS SOME FOOLISH SOME WISE * MY LIFE WAS A SHAMLES THE SAME AS YOU * THE LORD PICKED ME UP AND BROUGHT, ME THRU * THERES TWO PLACE TO GO WHEN YOU DIE * I'M SURE ONE IS HADES THE OTHER IS PARADISE * THERES A SECOND DEATH HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TOLD * MAKE JESUS YOUR SAVIOUR OR LOOSE YOUR SOUL * HAVE YOU EVER READ REVELATIONS CHAPTER TWENTY AND CHAPTER TWENTY ONE * IT SURE WON'T CONFUSE YOU AS SOME HAVE DONE * SO READ THE BIBLE ITS GOOD TO READ * IT OPENS YOUR EYES SO YOU CAN SEE * SAME AS LOCKS THAT WON'T OPEN WITHOUT A KEY * SO WHAT IS THE KEY FOR YOU TO SEE * IT'S THE WORD OF GOD TO YOU TO READ *

LETS TAX THEM INSTEAD OF US

WE JUST CAN'T PRAY ANYMORE IN PUBLIC SCHOOLS * DC HAS MADE US CHRISTIANS LOOK LIKE FOOLS * DC IS NOW CONFISCATING OUR.CHURCHE'S FUNDS * SOON THEY'LL HAVE ALL CHRISTIANS ON THE RUN * OUR VOTES DON''T MEAN HARDLY NOTHING ANYMORE * THATS WHY D C POLITICIANS MAKE THEIR BIG SCORES* IT'S MONEY THAT MAKES BIG TALK IN D C * THAT'S WHY THEY CAN RUN OVER YOU AND ME * WHY DON'T WE PROTEST AND HOLD BACK OUR TAXES * MAYBE THIS WILL GET DC POLITICIANS INTO ACTION * WHEN I WAS YOUNG I PRAYED IN SCHOOLS * BUT DC HAS COME AND CHANGED OUR RULES * THE SUPREME COURT RULED IT'S OK TO KILL BABIES * WE WILL BE NEXT I DON'T MEAN MAYBE * MAN IS NOW CLONING ARTIFICIAL ANIMALS * SOON' WE WILL ALL BE JUST LIKE CANNIBALS * WASHINGTON DC HAS MORE. RESPECT FOR INSECTS * OUR LIVES WILL BE TAKEN, THAT'S NEXT * THESE POLITICIANS ARE TAXING US VERY HARD * OUR LIVES WON'T BE WORTH A FOUND OF LARD * WHOSE AT FAULT FOR WHAT'S GOING ON IN DC * IT'S ALL OF THESE CHRISTIANS JUST'LIKE YOU AND ME * WHO KEEPS PUTTING THESE CROOKED POLITICIANS AT THEIR.POSTS * IT'S THE S0 CALLED CHRISTIANS WITH THEIR SENSELESS VOTES * IT'S ABOUT TIME YOU SO CALLED CHRISTIANS TAKE A STAND * AND MOVE THESE LEECHES FROM OUR SACRED LAND * LET'S ALL GET TOGETHER AND LISTEN TO WHAT I'M SAYING * AND GET ON OUR KNEES AND KEEP ON PRAYING * GOD WILL HEAR FROM HEAVEN AND RIGHT OUR WRONG * THEN THESE CROOKED POLITICIANS WILL SOON BE LONG GONE *

WHAT DOES THIS WORD CHRISTMAS REALLY MEAN

OH HE CAME AS A GUIDING LIGHT ON HIS BIRTHDAY * TO WARN AND TEACH US WE HAVE TO BE SAVED * OH. HE CAME INTO THIS WORLD AS A NATURAL MAN * TO TEACH, US TOGO AND POSESS THIS LAND * OH HE WAS THE LIGHT FOR THE WORLD TO SEE * TO STOP THIS DEVIL SATAN'S MOST SINFULS.DEEDS * TO SEND US TO HADES THE SAME AS HE * BUT THE LORD PREVAILED AS YOU CAN SEE * HE KNOCKED THIS DEVIL SATANTO HIS BENDED KNEES * HIS BLOOD WAS SHED ON THAT FATAL DAY * HE PAID THE PRICE WE DIDNT HAVE TO PAY * WHAT DOES THIS WORD CHRISTMAS REALITY MEAN * IT MEANS MORE OF CHRIST FOR YOU AND ME * SO CHRISTMAS DOESN'T COME BUT ONCE A YEAR * CHRISTMAS IS EVERYDAY TO LOVE AND TO FEAR * WHAT MORE CAN BE SAID THAT HASN'T BEEN SAID * IS THIS CHRIST ALIVE OR IS HE ALL DEAD * YOU CAN REST ASSURED HE'S WELL AND ALIVE * I WAS HEALED BY CHRIST NOT ONCE BUT TWICE * I'LL PRAISE HIS NAME THE REST OF MY LIFE * TO THE.END THE END TILL THE DAY I DIE * NOW THIS WORD CHRISTMAS REALLY MEANS MORE * SO WHAT BETTER UNDERSTANDING COULD YOU ASK FOR *

Elliott A. Suitcase Anderson

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