I Can See Things

By Raymond T O?Donnell

I am a candidate for the United States Senate as an Independent and I have No Money and No Friends to help me.
I graduated from the University of Cincinnati, with an Associated Degree in Art and Architecture. During my studies in architecture I acquired skills to create small scale entities into larger life objects, from structures to world politics.
I have a keen talent in making accurate comparisons involving minute and major events; I can see inconsistencies and contradictions with clarity.
My wife Barbara and I are originally from New York City and moved to the Mid West during our early twenties. We married in El Paso, Texas while I was in the United States Army and later raised eight children. I completed seven years of active service in the military before giving up a career I never thought I would. When I gave it up we began civilian life with three children and it was difficult and sometimes I wondered if I would bring home enough of a pay check to feed everyone a balanced diet. I soon learned that God was helping us with needed spiritual and material necessaries even though, I didnt think I deserved it.

This book is a Political/Religious Time Line of America, beginning in 1942 when I was born until 2012. The Book compares my dysfunctional family life with current dysfunctional government politics.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Aug 23, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477255445

Raymond T O?Donnell

I am a candidate for the United States Senate as an Independent and I have No Money and No Friends to help me. I graduated from the University of Cincinnati, with an Associated Degree in Art and Architecture. During my studies in architecture I acquired skills to create small scale entities into larger life objects, from structures to world politics. I have a keen talent in making accurate comparisons involving minute and major events; I can see inconsistencies and contradictions with clarity. My wife Barbara and I are originally from New York City and moved to the Mid West during our early twenties. We married in El Paso, Texas while I was in the United States Army and later raised eight children. I completed seven years of active service in the military before giving up a career I never thought I would. When I gave it up we began civilian life with three children and it was difficult and sometimes I wondered if I would bring home enough of a pay check to feed everyone a balanced diet. I soon learned that God was helping us with needed spiritual and material necessaries even though, I didn't think I deserved it.

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© 2012 Raymond T O’Donnell

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Contents

Introduction

Chapter I Family/Traveler

Chapter II Soldier

Chapter III Civilian

Chapter IV Manufacturing / Farmer

Chapter V Patriot Political Aspirations

Chapter VI Finishing

We must be ready to dare for our country. For history does not long entrust the care of freedom to the weak or the timid.

Dwight D. Eisenhower

To Michigan citizens and the world.

I don’t have the eloquence of educated men. I have the eloquence of a common man. This book isn’t an autobiography but a time line in order that you can See What I See for the last 70 years. It was on purpose that a publisher wasn’t invited to modify this book. This book lacks publisher correctness and was allowed to grow from within on its own free will allowing my gut to finally relax. Most of all it isn’t politically correct. I don’t hate much, but I do hate political correctness because it hides the Truth. I ask what is Truth? The Spirit is Truth.

Ray

Introduction

I am prompted to write this book after listening to a Rasmussen Report on February 2, 2012, indicating that when a name was picked randomly out of the phone book, that person would beat Obama. I do not need to beat Obama; all I have to do is beat the Michigan United States Senatorial Democrat and Republican candidates in 2012. I am that random person; I have a story to tell you, so that you may WRITE MY NAME in as an Independent in the 2012, US Senate race in Michigan. First and foremost, I try daily to love God. I’m a family man without money or friends in high places. I believe in justice and freedom and the United States Constitution, to the very core of my being. More than ever it makes common sense, to think the two party systems no longer work for America, rather they work for themselves, especially the Democrat National Committee and the Republicans second.

I have no money and I have no friends to sway me into doing what isn’t the appropriate thing to do.

I am Catholic with a continued deepening faith in the Bible. I love the Lord and I cannot run this Senate race without Him. If it appears that I write too much about God, it is because I have no choice but to follow what my GUT tells me to do. You will see later how my Gut leads me into the person I am today. It is a story of how I am being internally pushed and I cannot stop it or prevent it from happening, or else I will die. When I was writing the Army Chapter, I found out a little more about myself. I realized that when I was an abused child I knew, I knew about destroyers and now I know about the destroyers leading our country. I see them clear as day and if we are to get out of this abusive, destructive society and remain free, Americans need to submerge themselves into a Spiritual awareness. We are headed straight into a Spiritual War and it is best if we are prepared and secure for it.

Please continue reading without stopping to reference a statement. I allowed these words to flow from my perceptions of world events from the forties until now. This book is chronological but interrupted with thoughts of events relating to later years by indicating the similarities of present and future events. I hope you do not find it too much out of the ordinarily.

I designed a Time Line in Chapter VI to summarize the past seventy years of happenings with some references to the facts. You have to understand I do not necessarily have verification; I have years of observing events. If you need proof of my perceptions, I could stand on my head with proof and references and it won’t make any difference to you. You either believe what I write or not. It’s that simple. What I really hope for is that you find satisfaction in this personal view of my surroundings.

So, sit back and enjoy my perceptions on how to rebuild America’s prosperity, but first let me start with my dysfunctional background. You will see how things began badly for me having an abusive father and an untrustworthy mother. Life eventually fell into place as I faced personal challenges and rejected what I had to, in order to survive as a person. You will see my perceptions of the world as I take you from 1942 to 2012.

God was always with me even though I did not think I deserved Him.

Raymond T O’Donnell

Hopeful Independent US Senator

Chapter I

FAMILY/TRAVELER

1942 to 1959

Depict the life of a child growing up in New York City during the Second World War within a dysfunctional family.

It was noisy in New York City on that day in March 1942. Sirens and bombs were blasting away even though the hospital windows were closed. It’s no wonder I was screaming at the top of my lungs, being taken out of that warm, serene environment. Did you ever try to think back to the time the doctor held you upside down and spanked your butt? I have many times and sometimes I honestly think we have the ability to remember that day.

Times in the forties during the war were financially difficult for my family in New York City. Times were hard enough that dad could not afford a crib for me and the Red Cross suggested they use a dresser drawer for me to sleep in. The good side of it was they had the option to shut the drawer, if I cried too much. This book is about a boy being periodically taken from his mother and beaten by his father. It is about that boy that was able to compare his entire family life to political movements that further morally beat and damaged American families.

It did not take too many hard times, in the early 40’s when my father decided to move to Yakama, Washington for better opportunities and to get a fresh start. When they arrived in Washington they found economic times were as dismal as New York’s financial times had been. Dad could only find menial part time jobs on surrounding daily farms and when that did not work out he found work in restaurants and when that did not work out, we returned to New York City, hoping economic times had improved.

Jobs were not easy to come by, but better than when we had left. Dad began washing dishes in New York City restaurants in the 40’s and when he was not washing dishes he was a waiter. Being a waiter, especially working for tips only, took its toll. Dad was a proud person and not patient when he did not get a fair tip for his efforts. His weariness quickly changed and it was not long before he began arguing with the low tipping customers and was soon forced to find other employment.

Dad was a product of an orphanage and had not learned skills of dealing with the public nor dealing with his own emotions. Was that the case or was something else brewing? Maybe it was the DNA he inherited, because I find similar troubling DNA in myself at times. I spent and I am presently spending time and energy to thwart off its effects. It takes time but diminishing some of the negative ones is worth the effort. What could it be? Is this what God gave me as my personal challenge? He knows my heart, so maybe He showed his kindness all these years that I have strived to find him, in spite of my rebelliousness. God certainly didn’t cripple me later in life, when I sinned but always gave me a stern nudge.

The mid-forties economy was improving and Dad landed a job washing skyscraper windows only to fall from a scaffold and be unable to work for a short time. Not willing to go back to that type of work he would try anything else but not window washing again. During the healing time from the window washing accident, he milled around the apartment until he could not stand the inactivity anymore. He began reading second hand newspaper Want Ads and found a sit down job as a bus driver. Oh yeah, he thought, he could drive and it seemed like it would be a cushy job too. He applied and was hired during his interview to drive a bus, but there was a downside to that cushy job. It soon took its toll on his body, but in a violent way. Dad had his picture in the New York Times the next day driving a bus plastered with tomatoes from striking union members. All the union members gave their undivided attention toward him. From their looks in the newspaper, Mom felt uneasy, but Dad was smiling and looking out the open bus window. His smile was short lived. Dad had a serious problem; he was breaking a union line in order to collect a nice paycheck driving the bus. He desperately needed to have money to bring home and he kept on driving. After a few days he suffered at the hands of angry thugs.

The thugs came to our apartment, and we watched them as they beat Dad senseless. Mom held my sister and me back while she screamed and cried. Dad was not a large man, he was medium built, and they did not need to kick and beat him with sticks. There were about three or four men that came and worked him over. I wondered years later after reading the definition of coward if that was what they were; or were they angry frustrated bullies. Did they have hidden inner problems too? Did the thugs have violence problems themselves; similar to the union leaders and government we would see in the twentieth century?

This book will be chronologically arranged, but I may compare my perceptions of that time with what happened and how it compared to those particular incidents decades later, in particular the next century.

I came to the conclusion after the union beating of my father, that all kinds of fear drove men into becoming cowards and so help me; I just did not want to be a coward. I did not want fear to overtake me. I was resigned to believe these bullies were to be pitied. However, the beating left me distrusting authority in many future situations and relationships, especially organized bullies.

Years later while stationed in Korea during the 60’s, I was disappointed to witness a couple of cowardly soldiers in two separate and different events. I had a number of reasons I did not reenlist after serving two tours for a total of seven years in the Army. I just did not want to be around cowards, especially soldiers. In a slight way I found our government’s influence during those violent years was cowardly too.

In time, I forgave the union members even though the vision of their violent acts comes back every now and then. It came back to me several years ago in 2010 while watching a Fox News broadcast during a Tea Party rally. Something went wrong; a union Service Employees International Union (SEIU) member struck a Tea Party black activist in the face. The black man was sucker punched and knocked down to the ground. My emotions were stirred and flashbacks of my father’s beatings in the early 40’s returned. Weeks later after the 2010 incident, I found that the US Supreme Court had already passed The Enmons decision in 1977, about thirty years before the sucker punch episode. I will paraphrase the Supreme Court Enmons decision; it said Union members were protected from violent acts during union activities. Huh, just like Dad was protected by common law by beating Mom. Just awful injustice is it not? Where is our security? Why would the Supreme Court decide on such an unconstitutional law? Why, I ask, are we protecting criminals and seemingly working ourselves into a title wave of self-destruction? Today in 2012 a tsunami is gaining height daily and may engulf us soon. We need law and order and we need the Supreme Court to follow the US Constitution in order to keep civil order. Do these modern days evil men see national disruption, as a way to enrich them selves? The same disruption has its seeds in American culture in 2011. I thought of the 56,000,000 American unborn babies the court has sent to their deaths since January 1973, when they ruled unborn babies could be legally destroyed. It takes fear and hate to approve of aborting babies and the judges certainly had the characteristics. Later babies were actually out of their mother’s womb and were killed. I think back and wonder if Hitler wished he could have made a law like the Supreme Court did so that the world would approve of it. Did Hitler and the Nazis actually make a similar law with the help of the then, Margaret Sanger, relocated from America who started, Planned Parenthood, helping to make German rules in the 40’s similar to the 1973 decision Planned Parenthood of America pushed the Supreme Court for? (Alarms are sounding.)

This is serious folks and we better understand that if a government has the right to allow babies to be killed it can have the right to kill you and your children too. All it takes is a swish of a pen to do it. Hitler signed into law that the Nazis would kill Jews. We may yet see how easy it is getting rid of undesirables with the creation of the 2010 Democrat Health Care Law.

I remember seeing sailors with leggings and rifles in the subways and on the sidewalks of New York during the Second World War period. Oh by the way, I hit 70 the day I finished the transcript of this book. Well, I declared it finished but there were many additions and changes later. One of the changes was to write in the popular song of that year.

In time I