Let’s take a good and objective look at the world we now live in…it will be instructive to do so

To almost any dispassionate observer, the world we now live in is very different than it used to be.

Consider the evidence:

Today the president of the US routinely lies to America about everything. He thinks this is part of his job. (It is the only part of his job he is doing well.) He performs his job, if we can call it that, with absolutely no emotion or sign of real caring for the citizens of the US, and he takes a vacation at every opportunity at taxpayer expense. He seems more concerned with obstructionism than with progress. He wants to rule with “my pen and my phone” rather than rely on the US Constitution, the US legal system, or the network of advisers any normal president would want to consult. His own agenda takes top priority over the common good.

We now see a real and growing threat from an organized religion called Islam which claims well over a billion adherents. Members of this religion think nothing of killing other members of their own religion because those other members are not radical and aggressive enough in opposing other religions. Naturally, the preferred target of Islam is especially the unbelieving person of another religion entirely, and particularly Christians. Islam has even sought out opportunities to show its killings in public media and videos. Beheadings, burnings, gangland-style executions have all been recorded and shown to the world with ruthlessness and pride by practitioners of Islam who tell America that “we are coming to get you.” Islam bases its belief system on the Quran, which specifically tells Muslims to “kill the unbelievers wherever you find them.”

Life today is cheaper than it has ever been. One of the primary reasons for this is that we legalized abortion in 1973. As of this writing we have killed almost 60 million babies since Roe v. Wade. (Planned Parenthood alone has killed 7 million of those.) Worldwide, since 1980, the number of babies killed by abortion is well over 1.3 billion. (That is, one thousand three hundred million.) How many of all these lives were destined to grow into world-changers? Only God knows. Because we value life so little, we now show more violence and murder on TV and in movies than ever before (we continue to call it “entertainment”), which, of course, only serves to cheapen human life even further.

We would have no Bible today were it not for the Jewish people and their insistence on accurately preserving the Hebrew scriptures over the centuries. We would have no Christianity today were it not for the insistence of the early believers, those who lived and walked with Jesus — the Jewish Messiah — to accurately record their time with the Savior and their experiences with God Himself. In spite of all of this, we continue to ignore the Bible and what it teaches, we continue to distance ourselves from God by removing all signs of faith from our daily public and private lives, and we live today as though there is no tomorrow. We treat the nation of Israel today, one of our strongest allies for well over half a century, as hardly an ally at all.

We do not value our Christian heritage nor its holy book, the Bible. We do not value human life. We do not value truth (or we would insist that our government also value it). We obviously do not value personal integrity (the man we elected to our highest public office has none, and we seem to have no real concern).

Consider this very present item of additional evidence. Remember Bill Cosby? Of course you do. We all bought his early comedy albums and played them for our friends. We watched his movies and TV shows. His portrayal of Dr. Cliff Huxtable seemed to be not just well written, but the perfect portrayal of a contemporary father who was concerned with guiding and protecting his family. What do we discover today about Bill Cosby? That he was abusing and raping women for many years to satisfy his own unguided lusts. The evidence continues to mount:

In 1969 I met Bill Cosby while working in New York for the late film producer Ray Stark. I was a 21-year-old single woman in the world’s most exciting city. He was a 32-year-old internationally known comedian and television star, one of the most likeable and popular entertainers in the business. He asked for my number and I gave it to him.

We began hanging out, took in a movie, watched television and ate pizza and hot dogs in my apartment with my roommate. He was married to his current wife and he acted like a perfect gentleman who didn’t come on to either of us, which, I have to admit, made me wonder what his objective was.

One night we were going out to a movie. We agreed to meet at an apartment that he said belonged to a friend of his. I had a terrible headache but didn’t want to cancel the evening. He told me he had a miracle cure his doctor had given him that would get rid of the headache. He went into another room and came back with a capsule. I asked a couple of times what it was. Each time he reassured me, asking, “Don’t you trust me?” Of course I did. This was Bill Cosby.

For more than 45 years I have tried to recall exactly what happened that night. To this day it remains a blur. I have a vague recollection of feeling like I was floating while walking through Times Square and watching some kind of Japanese samurai movie with him. I don’t remember where the theater was nor very much of the evening.

What I do recall, vividly and clearly, is waking up the next morning nude in the bed of his friend’s apartment and seeing Cosby wearing a white terrycloth bathrobe and acting as if there was nothing unusual. It was obvious to me that he had had sex with me. I was horrified, embarrassed and ashamed. There was a mirror above the bed, which shocked me further.

After some awkward small talk, I got out of there as fast as I could. Once in the elevator, I broke down crying, which I continued to do as I walked home to my apartment in the east 70s. It never occurred to me to go to the police. It was a different time and “date rape” was a concept that didn’t exist. I just kept asking myself over and over in disbelief why this had happened to me. Other than my roommate, I did not discuss that night with anyone for 36 years.

Like millions of people, I watched The Cosby Show at its zenith and was a fan. But as I watched Dr. Cliff Huxtable, so compassionate and kind, so honorable and wise, I could never reconcile that image with the Bill Cosby I encountered so many years ago.

Those who suffer from these types of assaults know the prison of shame, bewilderment and disbelief. Like so many victims, my way of coping was to shove the memory into the back of my mind. I only revealed nine years ago what happened that night to my husband of nearly 30 years after another woman went public with similar allegations and sued Cosby. I always thought I was the only one. I couldn’t believe he had done this to others. I told my story to our attorney, who is also a good friend, because I was considering going public then, but eventually chose not to because the case was settled.

This is the first time I have chosen to speak out about that night. It is also the last time I intend to address it publicly. I have no plans to sue, I don’t want or need money. I have no plans for a press conference or for doing any interviews.

So why speak out at all and why now? The simple answer is that it’s the right thing to do. The truth deserves to be known. As I write this, more than 20 women have come forward, many with stories that are remarkably similar to mine. In response to these brave women, I have read comments like, “What took them so long?” and “What are they after now”? I would ask these people to remember that up until relatively recently, prosecuting rape was a “he said/she said” proposition where the victim was blamed for having worn “suggestive clothing” or questioned as to why she went somewhere with her rapist.

When this happened to me, the idea of drugging someone and raping them was almost fantastical. It was years before “date rape” drugs made the news, but it was a perfect modus operandi for a predator, rendering his victim unconscious or so incapacitated as to be unable to clearly answer police questions about the incident. After having done a lot of work on myself, I realize that we are only as sick as the secrets we keep. Once those secrets are spoken aloud, even if to just one person, they lose their power. I no longer feel the shame that kept me silent. Yes, I could have told my story years ago, and in hindsight I probably should have. It’s time now that my voice be added and to finally pull the curtain back from this dark moment in my life.

Having come of age in the late 1960s and early 1970s before marrying in the mid 1980s at 37, I certainly have a history. The difference is that any other relationships were consensual … my encounter with Bill Cosby was most certainly not.

In the years since that night I have crossed paths with Cosby only once, when my husband, a highly successful Oscar-winning film executive and producer, introduced me to him. I was shaking, wondering if he would recognize me by my unusual first name. His reaction spoke volumes. To Bill Cosby, I was just another stranger.

(This account is from Cindra Ladd in the Huffington Post)

 

Let us finish this post with a question: What lies ahead for the US and the world? Our society is changing for the worse and shows no signs of reversing that trend. Is God simply going to look the other way forever?

Absolutely not. Read (and study) the last book in the Bible to learn what’s ahead. Just ahead. As in SOON.
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As always, posted for your edification and enlightenment by

NORM ‘n’ AL, Minneapolis
normal@usa1usa.com
612.239.0970

 

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