System Upgrade: Blueprint For World Peace Via United Global Framework

By Enrique A Gamez

Do you feel like our government is failing the public? The author analyzes where this failure is coming from and outlines a way to fix the 'glitch' in our system. Whether you lean on the liberal left or conservative right the author makes a compelling argument for the need to have a 'System Upgrade' to our government and in turn lead into world

• Language: English
• Publisher: E-Minkoff Corporation
• Release date: Apr 13, 2023
• ISBN: 9798987405543

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1st

Chapter : The Dream

In a gentle way, you can shake the world. -Mahatma Gandhi

I’m in prison during my lucid moments, I’m trying to understand what it is that brought me to have such a mental breakdown after having been able to hide it so long while serving in the Navy. The inmates are calling me Robin Hood. They helped jog my memory about the bank robbery after having watched it unfold in the news on tv. Sitting in prison, all you have time to do is read, workout, eat, or waste time with other inmates trying to cope. While inside, I read books and tried to understand what would cause such a break that took away my freedom.

The only answers I could come up with as the reasons that manifested this break are racism, greed, and war.

While getting stabilized on my medication again in prison I had a dream of being in line. The line in purgatory is filled with dead guys going to hell. They have me in line with the special guys who are singled out for extreme crimes. Satan has a steeple formed with his hands as he looks at me with a devilish smile. But he gets notified that I’m to be removed from his line because I gave away the money and no damage to property was done or loss of life occurred. He’s flaming mad yelling Jesus! with his fist clenched in the air as I’m pulled out of the line. Things start to get bright with a bright light shining above as I’m pulled from the hell line the prison alarm goes off and I wake up. It’s time to for breakfast and inmates line up to get their trays and food. Some prisoners start to size me up after taking other inmates’ food. Another inmate says to me Hey Robin Hood come sit with us. He speaks very loudly as he recounts how I robbed the bank and gave away the money while offering me some of his breakfast. The would be bully’s don’t ever take a second look at me again.

After breakfast I go back to my cell to gather my thoughts and ignore the auditory hallucinations. I’ve become determined to use my resiliency training to make something good come out of this situation after that vividly compelling dream. One of the things that keep coming up in my mind is the unequal application of the law. The injustice of prejudice and the need for a resolution to end the triggers that break people down.

I start writing to organize my thoughts while reading to pass time by. Attending church services helps in clearing the cloud while giving me spiritual solace behind bars. A volunteer from Guatemala shows up to hold prayer service on Wednesdays. And on Sundays a Catholic priest shows up to hold mass. One of the inmates(Ricky) serves as the resident spiritual advisor for us as well when the volunteer from Guatemala couldn’t show up. He was a small man who was attacked on the streets outside the prison by one of the many homeless people so the prison spiritual advisor took a deeper role. Ricky’s a tall caramel black brother with a gold tooth, physically fit with dreadlocks. On weekends his petite white wife Melany visits with his beautiful kids.

Racism is an insidious primitive idea that you are superior to another group because they are different from you. In my family, my grandmother was outcast due to her nappy hair and African features. She was a high yellow black that could only be identified as that because of her nappy hair and pump lips. She used to cry in depression as she recalled the racist treatment she received in her youth. I took on her sadness as my own and it took a long time to get rid of that depression mentality.

My grandmother learned this racism and treated my mother as less of a person because she was darker compared to her sister, who is lighter with straight hair. In turn, my mother treated me better than my older brother, who was darker, because I was pale. It didn’t affect the way I treated my brother because I looked up to him. Although I did despise the times he’d set rules and break them to suit his interests.

He was funny, smart, and experienced in life. That made me want to pick his brain. As a shy kid, I always observed the way everybody treated him and how he was able to earn loyalty from his friends. He had social value without social media. We got along sometimes, but, more often than not, we fought for power because my older brother was jealous of my good treatment. Sometimes he would do spiteful things on purpose to hurt me, then take it back when he saw that he had hurt me. I learned how to be tough from the numerous fights we had and the street lessons he taught me.

In the end, I wound up surpassing him physically in height and muscular build and street sense because, after so many losses, I was bent on defeating him. And when I did win, it was bittersweet. By that time, he was in the beginning stages of deterioration from the same condition that would afflict me four years later. The only difference was that I was set up for success by people like my mother, Edith, and Roberta.

Wrong as my mother was for showing favorites, some mothers have a sixth sense for ensuring that their children achieve their full potential. When I stopped to analyze my actions, I was always the child who showed her the most love. So, I actually earned her love through my actions rather than some arbitrary thing like my light coloring and straight hair. But her family members didn’t see that so they made it a point to say that she favored me over the others.

Edith was my mother’s boss, who took an interest in me because I was so quiet and studious. When my mother brought me to her swank condo in Manhattan, I’d pick out an encyclopedia to read while I waited for my mother to clean her place. Before I’d leave, Edith would quiz me on what I read and be very impressed with what I was able to retain. She learned that I had no hearing in my left ear, so she paid a specialist to fix it, with no second thought. Had it not been for her, I would not have been able to serve as a hospital corpsman in the Navy. Edith did a lot more things that shall go unmentioned because those memories are special to me and I don’t want to share them.

Roberta was my 5th and 6th grade teacher who knew how to command attention like a drill sergeant. She noticed that one of her top students was beginning to fall behind on schoolwork, get distracted, and looked depressed — me. I got pulled aside, and she was able to get me to open up about the abuse at home from my father. Soon, I was placed in a coping group with a counselor who helped me manage stress at home.

It was a safe place where I learned to analyze my feelings and vent my frustrations. The coping exercises I learned helped to excel despite the drama and chaos at home. Those coping mechanisms were instrumental in making it hard for anyone to notice I was suffering from hallucinations while on active duty, I think. Throughout those two years in elementary school, Roberta made it her duty to ensure I remained positive about my potential. She also had me go into the talented and gifted (TAG) program to sharpen my scholastic abilities.

These are the factors that helped me put all the pieces of the puzzle together to develop this System Upgrade to purify democracy and create a blueprint to make world peace a reality. I’m going to break everything down, propose solutions, and provide supporting evidence to help you realize that world peace is attainable in our lifetime. As a member of the millennials (1981), it is my pleasure to share these ideas with you in hopes of convincing you that together we can share a peaceful existence globally. You can enjoy the artwork I painted for inclusion in this book as I jump from different topics to illustrate my point about the need for a System Upgrade.

I’m going to recount past events in history while connecting the dots for you to paint a clear picture of what needs to be done. There’s going to be repetition on some subjects to be used by you the reader as a speaker to help convince others to join in to make this world a better place. This book is written like a speech and its pages are meant to be shared with anyone who will listen in order to gain support for the cause. It is only through a System Upgrade that we will assert and renew our freedom from the glitches in our government now. We deserve to have what I call a Democracy Override power over the leaders we elect when they are negligent or abusing their power.

Art is cathartic and a powerful means to practice memorization along with observation skills. The art in this book also serves another purpose that I will reveal later in this blueprint. It is my gift to the American public and world at large once the System Upgrade is in place and we move toward world peace via United Global Framework.

The System Upgrade provides a check to all the three branches of government by enhancing democracy. When politicians or judges go against the will of the people we as the 4th branch have the right to override them. We do this in the interest of world peace, freedom and democracy.

'No War' Painting

Made by Enrique Gamez in Florida 2021

2nd

Chapter : War

So is the very structure of our society. In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence, whether sought or unsought, by the military-industrial complex. The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists and will persist. -Dwight Eisenhower

While in prison, I happened to have the luck of being able to read the book Peace Pilgrim, written by an older woman with a life mission to preach peace. She didn’t preach it in a biblical sense. She just went around walking, day in and day out, for peace across the whole U.S. Her story gained notoriety in papers, and she grew a following way before social media ever existed. If she were still alive today, she would probably have millions of followers for her cause because her fans back then bankrolled her quest with donations.

Unfortunately, the Peace Pilgrim died in a car crash before giving a speech for the media about seeking peace. As I struggled to somehow stabilize with the medication needed to control my condition, I thought about why. Why is there so much war, and why are humans always trying to destroy one another?

Back during primitive caveman days, tribes of cavemen banded together to fight other tribes over land and resources. Those men evolved from rocks and clubs to bows and arrows — and eventually swords, guns, and bombs that wreak havoc on many innocent lives. In the past, tribal leaders had no choice but to declare war with another tribe to ensure the survival of their own. Failure to do so would equate to extinction or slavery.

However, now we have elected leaders and dictators who still declare war on one another. Instead of joining the battle themselves, they send out their expendable younger citizens to do the fighting for them. Dictators claim that they are working in the interest of the people by organizing and protecting them from the bad guys who are trying to destroy them. Elected leaders nowadays vilify another countries’ religion, economy, or political structure as corrupt, to justify mobilizing armed forces against them.

These are the same leaders who get elected by the special interest groups who own the companies that sell the guns, bombs, and war machines to fight these wars. The groups who own these companies also own banks and investment firms that bankroll loans to these governments, led by the leaders we thought we elected to serve our best interests. If it is intended that these so-called leaders look out for our best interests, why do they entangle us in wars that profit the groups who donated to their campaign?

War is no longer a means to ensure the survival of a people. It is a means to ensure the profits of the manipulators who control the money. Some might claim that we have to fight wars to attain resources and keep costs down to grow the economy. They’ll argue that because our group is more civilized than the other, we must take what we need by force, if necessary. So, then the negative propaganda begins against the other group.

That kind of negative propaganda is easy to sell if the people look different from you, practice a different religion from you, or believe in a different economic system than you do. In my lifetime, during the early 80s, the Russians were demonized as communist scum. They were characterized as corrupt abusers of democracy, who wanted to take away your capitalistic right to earn a living.

They are not bad people as a whole, but instead led by opportunistic leaders who don’t have their best interest in mind. We have a lot of that going around in the world.

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