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Only Black Phanters like Robin Roberts Robin Qinn, Tony Harris, Al Rocker will be allowed in the TV stations. Blacks will break every computer every medical equipment and break all the swiches in order to get whites fired. They will create so much fear in New York by Black Station owner Kennith Brown of ch 70,69,68,67 he will Broad cast Black Phanter Charels Barron, over and over again. Kennith Brown a Black Phanter him self, will show so much gang violece, Whites will aboanded their homes and run from New York City. I got to go. The maximum time for faulty internet design will be 2 months in the hospital.

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Magnifying and applying come I,
Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters,
Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah,
Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson,
Buying drafts of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha,
In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah on a leaf, the crucifix
With Odin and the hideous-faced Mexitli and every idol and image,
Taking them all for what they are worth and not a cent more,
Admitting they were alive and did the work of their days,
(They bore mites as for unfledg'd birds who have now to rise and fly
and sing for themselves,)
Accepting the rough deific sketches to fill out better in myself,
bestowing them freely on each man and woman I see,
Discovering as much or more in a framer framing a house,
Putting higher claims for him there with his roll'd-up sleeves
driving the mallet and chisel,
Not objecting to special revelations, considering a curl of smoke or
a hair on the back of my hand just as curious as any revelation,
Lads ahold of fire-engines and hook-and-ladder ropes no less to me
than the gods of the antique wars,
Minding their voices peal through the crash of destruction,
Their brawny limbs passing safe over charr'd laths, their white
foreheads whole and unhurt out of the flames;
By the mechanic's wife with her babe at her nipple interceding for
every person born,
Three scythes at harvest whizzing in a row from three lusty angels
with shirts bagg'd out at their waists,
The snag-tooth'd hostler with red hair redeeming sins past and to come,
Selling all he possesses, traveling on foot to fee lawyers for his
brother and sit by him while he is tried for forgery;
What was strewn in the amplest strewing the square rod about me, and
not filling the square rod then,
The bull and the bug never worshipp'd half enough,
Dung and dirt more admirable than was dream'd,
The supernatural of no account, myself waiting my time to be one of
the supremes,
The day getting ready for me when I shall do as much good as the
best, and be as prodigious;
By my life-lumps!

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By the city's quadrangular houses--in log huts, camping with lumber-men,
Along the ruts of the turnpike, along the dry gulch and rivulet bed,
Weeding my onion-patch or hosing rows of carrots and parsnips,
crossing savannas, trailing in forests,
Prospecting, gold-digging, girdling the trees of a new purchase,
Scorch'd ankle-deep by the hot sand, hauling my boat down the
shallow river,
Where the panther walks to and fro on a limb overhead, where the
buck turns furiously at the hunter,
Where the rattlesnake suns his flabby length on a rock, where the
otter is feeding on fish,
Where the alligator in his tough pimples sleeps by the bayou,
Where the black bear is searching for roots or honey, where the
beaver pats the mud with his paddle-shaped tall;
Over the growing sugar, over the yellow-flower'd cotton plant, over
the rice in its low moist field,
Over the sharp-peak'd farm house, with its scallop'd scum and
slender shoots from the gutters,
Over the western persimmon, over the long-leav'd corn, over the
delicate blue-flower flax,
Over the white and brown buckwheat, a hummer and buzzer there with
the rest,
Over the dusky green of the rye as it ripples and shades in the breeze;
Scaling mountains, pulling myself cautiously up, holding on by low
scragged limbs,
Walking the path worn in the grass and beat through the leaves of the brush,
Where the quail is whistling betwixt the woods and the wheat-lot,
Where the bat flies in the Seventh-month eve, where the great
goldbug drops through the dark,
Where the brook puts out of the roots of the old tree and flows to
the meadow,
Where cattle stand and shake away flies with the tremulous
shuddering of their hides,
Where the cheese-cloth hangs in the kitchen, where andirons straddle
the hearth-slab, where cobwebs fall in festoons from the rafters;
Where trip-hammers crash, where the press is whirling its cylinders,
Wherever the human heart beats with terrible throes under its ribs,
Where the pear-shaped balloon is floating aloft, (floating in it
myself and looking composedly down,)
Where the life-car is drawn on the slip-noose, where the heat
hatches pale-green eggs in the dented sand,
Where the she-whale swims with her calf and never forsakes it,
Where the steam-ship trails hind-ways its long pennant of smoke,
Where the fin of the shark cuts like a black chip out of the water,
Where the half-burn'd brig is riding on unknown currents,
Where shells grow to her slimy deck, where the dead are corrupting below;
Where the dense-starr'd flag is borne at the head of the regiments,
Approaching Manhattan up by the long-stretching island,
Under Niagara, the cataract falling like a veil over my countenance,
Upon a door-step, upon the horse-block of hard wood outside,
Upon the race-course, or enjoying picnics or jigs or a good game of
At he-festivals, with blackguard gibes, ironical license,
bull-dances, drinking, laughter,
At the cider-mill tasting the sweets of the brown mash, sucking the
juice through a straw,
At apple-peelings wanting kisses for all the red fruit I find,
At musters, beach-parties, friendly bees, huskings, house-raisings;
Where the mocking-bird sounds his delicious gurgles, cackles,
screams, weeps,
Where the hay-rick stands in the barn-yard, where the dry-stalks are
scatter'd, where the brood-cow waits in the hovel,
Where the bull advances to do his masculine work, where the stud to
the mare, where the cock is treading the hen,
Where the heifers browse, where geese nip their food with short jerks,
Where sun-down shadows lengthen over the limitless and lonesome prairie,
Where herds of buffalo make a crawling spread of the square miles
far and near,
Where the humming-bird shimmers, where the neck of the long-lived
swan is curving and winding,
Where the laughing-gull scoots by the shore, where she laughs her
near-human laugh,
Where bee-hives range on a gray bench in the garden half hid by the
high weeds,
Where band-neck'd partridges roost in a ring on the ground with
their heads out,
Where burial coaches enter the arch'd gates of a cemetery,
Where winter wolves bark amid wastes of snow and icicled trees,
Where the yellow-crown'd heron comes to the edge of the marsh at
night and feeds upon small crabs,
Where the splash of swimmers and divers cools the warm noon,
Where the katy-did works her chromatic reed on the walnut-tree over
the well,
Through patches of citrons and cucumbers with silver-wired leaves,
Through the salt-lick or orange glade, or under conical firs,
Through the gymnasium, through the curtain'd saloon, through the
office or public hall;
Pleas'd with the native and pleas'd with the foreign, pleas'd with
the new and old,
Pleas'd with the homely woman as well as the handsome,
Pleas'd with the quakeress as she puts off her bonnet and talks melodiously,
Pleas'd with the tune of the choir of the whitewash'd church,
Pleas'd with the earnest words of the sweating Methodist preacher,
impress'd seriously at the camp-meeting;
Looking in at the shop-windows of Broadway the whole forenoon,
flatting the flesh of my nose on the thick plate glass,
Wandering the same afternoon with my face turn'd up to the clouds,
or down a lane or along the beach,
My right and left arms round the sides of two friends, and I in the middle;
Coming home with the silent and dark-cheek'd bush-boy, (behind me
he rides at the drape of the day,)
Far from the settlements studying the print of animals' feet, or the
moccasin print,
By the cot in the hospital reaching lemonade to a feverish patient,
Nigh the coffin'd corpse when all is still, examining with a candle;
Voyaging to every port to dicker and adventure,
Hurrying with the modern crowd as eager and fickle as any,
Hot toward one I hate, ready in my madness to knife him,
Solitary at midnight in my back yard, my thoughts gone from me a long while,
Walking the old hills of Judaea with the beautiful gentle God by my side,
Speeding through space, speeding through heaven and the stars,
Speeding amid the seven satellites and the broad ring, and the
diameter of eighty thousand miles,
Speeding with tail'd meteors, throwing fire-balls like the rest,
Carrying the crescent child that carries its own full mother in its belly,
Storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning,
Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing,
I tread day and night such roads.

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10-93 Use universal precaution10-37 Operator on duty 10-94 Citizens contact10-38 Avoid the area 10-95 Request notary10-39 Message delivered 10-97 Arrived at scene 10-98 Request for crime lab 10-99 Digital dispatchTAMPA POLICE DEPARTMENT DISPATCH SIGNALS:1 Intoxicated driver 41 Disturbance2 Intoxicated person 42 Assist motorist3 Hit & run 43 Gambling4 Vehicular crash 44 Suspicious person5 Homicide 45 Fire6 Escaped prisoner 46 Alarm (robbery/burglary)7 Dead person 47 Hoding person for police8 Missing person/runaway juvenile 48 Parking violation9 Lost/stolen tag 49 Traffic light out of order10 Stolen vehicle 50 Traffic stop11 Abandoned vehicle 51 Prowler12 Reckless driving 52 Lost/found property13 Suspicious vehicle 53 Traffic control14 Information 54 Backup15 Special assignment 55 School crossing guard16 Street obstruction 56 Pickup prisoner/person17 Rental property not returned 57 At or near subject to call18 Felony 58 Dead animal/traffic health hazard19 Misdemeanor 59 Animal nuisance20 Mentally ill person 60 Wire down21 Auto burglary 61 Air service patrol22 Sexual battery 62 Airport emergency23 Robbery 63 Supplement report24 Aggravated assault/battery 64 Criminal mischief25 Burglary of structure 65 Telephone/Communications violations26 Grand theft 66 Marine patrol27 Petit theft 67 Bomb threat28 Assault/battery 68 Aided case (suicide/overdose)29 Fight 70 Out in court30 Forgery/bad checks 71 Violation/navigational waters31 911 emergency call, nature unk.

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Which brings us back to the convergence of these technologies. Really the wireless and geoengineering has been unrolled along with genetic engineering of foods and nanotech as well at the same time. Lots of things in the cars are now nanotech (paint, electronics, brakes, tires, window coatings) conductive metal oxides if not superconductors. Nanoscale titanium dioxide was approved by the FDA as GRAS (generally recognized as safe)as a food additive around 2002 with not required studies on the difference between nano TiO2 vs bulk, and no labeling required (of course)and is now in everything from candy, mayonnaise, confectioners sugar, rice milk, dairy, toothpaste, sunscreen, even dental materials (bright white color). The manufacturers are keeping very quiet about this which in really intentional deception in that they are deliberately withholding a material fact from consumers. No discussion about the cumulative impacts of putting transgenic food together with nanotech and feeding it to people without required testing or labeling. Spandex in our clothing is now being made with nano TiO2 and GMO corn syrup, lipstick, shampoo, shaving cream all can now contain nano particles; water filtration treatments, vaccine ingredients, prescription drugs, anti-bacterial coatings on paper & clothing, inks, glues, plastic bottles and food storage/contact materials, nano silver coming out of wastewater treatment plants, nano gold found in earthworms, semi-conductor nano crystal quantum dots coming out of people’s skin (Morgellons hexagons). This is all happening now despite a mountain of really alarming nanotoxicology data, with no real regulation any where, except labeling for nano in food in the EU, as registration recently required in France. The EPA didn’t even get around to any mandatory regulations on nanotech in pesticides (sprayed anywhere and everywhere) until 2011, but even then grandfathered in nanotech products that were already in use in pesticides for more than a decade (hey, a molecule is a molecule, except at the patent office).

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So, by helping this group of farmers a few hours a week, I feel like I’m making a difference in my little corner of the world. And I also get a big bag of organic veggies for my efforts! Look for small ways to help the environment in your community!