A Green Beret In The End Fights For Christ

A story about the tragedy of war, the realization of a better world, a world not of this place. I, personally, became a better person knowing this man, Lt Col. “Dangerous” Dan Marvin, and enjoy bringing him back to you.

Green Beret Assassin Tells All Greg Anthonys Journal

The covert CIA world described in this show was verified by a Kansas City Federal District Court verdict in favor of the late Lt. Col. Dan Marvin. Dan and I over the years became good friends. He passed away in 2012 at the age of 78.

Fake Moon Landing, 911 Where Does It End Greg Anthonys Journal

The Jesuit deceptions run deep. Their name may not be on it but they are there signed, sealed and delivered with a post mark stamped: Evil. Just check out Jesuit Astronomers from the 1600s on up and you will see what I mean. Astronomical thought could be good but not when the rulers of evil at involved.

Alice You’re Going To The Moon Greg Anthonys Journal


The old Jackie Gleason movies don’t do justice to the fraud of NASA lies. We never went to the moon, the opening salvo of what the earth is really like. When they say round, I say flat. If you have any doubt of NASA lies, listen here…

Max And Harvey

The clip is from Harvey, I think Jimmie Stewarts best performace was perfecto. You can say what you you want about Hollywood, but he is a gem, a diamond in the rough. His voice, not eloquent but with this unique quality only God gave him. I always thanked God for giving us this man, a hero both on the battlefield ,his career and his marriage. A nice man, long since gone from Sunset Blvd.

I am going to play the clip and tell you Harvey lives today. He just changed his name to Max. I will play the clip, be patient no internet rage, first Max’s story

It started like this, simple truth. I was in the parking lot of a Calimax, a Mexican grocery chain. Let me stop here. I should add, this chain sets up a free cooking facility with a hot cooker for those who cannot afford to eat. Nice, America take notice.

As I closed my car door, a voice said: leave the windows open.
I knew it was Max and I said you can come on in now.
So he did.
We strolled down the isles together.
And as we were strolling, I asked: how’d you learn to speak.
He looked at me with a rolling eye, could never get a word in edge wise before now.
We ambled and scrambled down those endless grocery lines. I was thinking get me back to Italy. I don’t like shopping like this!
So this is what you guys eat , Max blurted out.
Yes,
Take me to the  fish section.
Why?
I tell you later.
We checked out and I bought my usual bottle of wine with dinner.
While I was paying, Max said:
Thanks for keeping me out of these places all these years. You are a good guy.
We rode home in the same car, the same way.
I opened the door He jumped out.
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Clinton Foundation Rips Off Haiti Greg Anthonys Journal


Published on Jul 17, 2017
Greg looks at how the people of Haiti have been victimized. And just when the two people, Bill and Hillary Clinton were ready to be fingered in Haiti’s official judicial circles, as well as the in the US government, the star witness was “suicided”.
Also, Greg looks at Microwave WEAPONS to be used on you. Patents To Manipulate The Human Nervous System Using Electromagnetic Frequencies?

Night Watch

 

The night someone close to you dies is like no night you will ever experience. It drags you into the deepest parts of hell, taking you on a journey of unimaginable physical and emotional pain, worse –much worse – than if you died yourself.
Parts of your body and soul that you never knew existed hurt so bad it would be easier to end it all right there. But we don’t. We stay. We endure. We recover. But do we?
I have never been the same since my mother died when I was 10. We were extremely close. It changed my life’s direction and still does today. There is no getting over it. We cope. We yield to reality. But the mortal wound, the scar left comes with a price, comes back in the deep of the night to rattle your very existance.
For me after my mother’s passing, I never wanted to see anyone close to me die again. So I made sure of it. All my close relationships lasted a short time. The idea of growing old with someone and watching them die was out of the question.
No more Night Watches and I was fine with that. When she left, I looked for her every night. I stayed awake thinking she would return. I heard her voice in the pillows. I saw her face in the window’s reflection. It was as if she was there but she wasn’t.
Then the morning came. The world set in on its pace and she was gone.
This Night Watch went on for months, years. And it  lasted, went on and on,  until I could no longer remember my mother’s voice. Her face faded from the window’s reflection and I was on my own.
Looking back, I believe Eugenia remained with me until she knew I would be OK, able to take it on my own.
Only way to put it is she then flew off to heaven to await my arrival. The Night Watch was over. Jean was in heaven and I was left on earth with some memories and always the lingering thought of why did she have to die so young.
I didn’t have any Night Watches for a long time. I traveled, wrote articles, moved quickly, never getting too attached and always finding a way to escape. This went on for a couple of decades. I successfully achieved my goal until I finally got tired of moving around.
Of course, by this time, the last thing I wanted to do was start what I call a twi-light romance. Meet an older lady, talk about our failures and then hobble around the bedroom trying to bring back the good old days.
By this time, I had chosen my companions carefully and they were a Red Fox Lab and an Alaskan Malamute. During our time together, we had intermittent human female companionship but nothing that lasted very long.
But the three of us were together and I mean together every day for 14 years. We were growing old together and I had forgotten about the Night Watches until Ms Moose died in January. She stayed for about four days until flying to heaven. I think she left quickly because she knew Max was with me and would take care of me
Then a week ago Max left this earth. It has been a week but he is still here with me every night. I am back in the Night Watches and I am in the thick of it again. He will stay until he knows I can handle it, get through the night without losing my mind. I don’t know how long that will be but I don’t expect him to leave anytime soon.
I will let you know when Max flies off to heaven.