The Fox and the Owl

     Long ago in the forest there lived a fox named Frankie.  He was the most beautiful fox the forest had ever seen.  Yet, for a time, Frankie was unaware of his beauty, and he lived his life like all the others, hunting and playing games in the woods.

     One day, while he was playing a game of hide-and-seek with his friends, Frankie passed under the tree branch of an old black crow.  When the crow saw Frankie, he was immediately impressed by his beauty, and flew over to where Frankie was hiding.

     “Excuse me,” said the crow.  “What exactly are you doing?”

     “I’m playing hide-and-seek with my friends,” replied Frankie.

     “Well, with a coat of fur as beautiful and red as yours, I can’t see any reason to hide it behind a tree!”

     “Gee, thanks!” said Frankie, surprised at what the crow had said.  “But am I really that beautiful?”

     “Oh my, yes!” replied the crow.  “I’ve lived in this forest a long time, and I’ve never seen a fox as beautiful as you!”

     “Wow!” thought Frankie.  “I never knew I was so beautiful!”  And he said goodbye to the crow and his friends, and ran home.

   When Frankie arrived at his family’s den, he found his mother there, resting peacefully.  Frankie laid down beside her and asked, “Mom, am I beautiful?”

     “Of course you are, dear.  You’re the most beautiful fox that’s ever lived!”

     Frankie was amazed.  “The crow was right … I really am beautiful!”  And he thought long and hard about what the crow and his mother had said.

     The next morning, Frankie’s friends came by to see if he wanted to play a game in the woods, but Frankie didn’t want to.

     “I don’t feel like playing right now,” he said.  “I think I’m going to clean my fur.”

     So his friends left and came back later in the day, but Frankie still wasn’t ready to play.

     “Maybe tomorrow,” he said, and he went to the lake to look at his reflection in the water.

     The following morning, Frankie’s friend Joey came by to see if he wanted to play a game of hide-and-seek in the woods, but Frankie wasn’t interested.

     “I’m tired of playing hide-and-seek,” he complained.  “Let’s do something else.”

     So Joey suggested going hunting for a new secret hideout, but Frankie didn’t like that idea either.

     “Nah.  I’ll end up getting sticks and leaves caught in my fur.”

     So Joey tried one last idea.  “We could go running through mud puddles,” he said.  “You always want to do that.”

     “I would,” replied Frankie, “but water makes my hair curl.”

     So Joey left, and all that day Frankie did nothing but admire his shiny red coat.

     The next morning, when his friends came by to see if he wanted to go hunting, Frankie wasn’t interested.

     “I’m sun bathing today,” he said.  “It makes my coat shinier.”  And his friends were very confused.

     “This isn’t like you,” said one of his friends.  “It seems like the only thing that matters to you anymore is your shiny red coat.  Why don’t you ever want to play any games?”

     “I just don’t want to do anything to ruin the beauty of my fur coat,” replied Frankie.

     His friends laughed.  “What makes you think you’re any more beautiful than the rest of us?” one of them asked.

     “My mom told me.  She said I’m the most beautiful fox that ever lived!”

     Joey smiled.  “Everybody’s Mom says that, Frankie.  Why, my mom told me the same thing just the other day.”

     “Oh yeah!” cried Frankie.  “The old crow I talked to in the woods said I’m the most beautiful fox he’s ever seen!”  And Frankie ran into the forest, away from his friends.

     The next day, none of Frankie’s friends came by to see him.  It was the same the following day, and again the day after that.

     At last, Frankie got tired of looking at his reflection in the water and cleaning his fur, so he set out to find his friends.  But when he found them, none of them wanted to play with him.

     “They act like they’re mad at me” Frankie said to himself.  “It’s not my fault I was born this beautiful.”  And he sat down by a tree, sad because he had no one to play with.

     All of a sudden, Frankie heard a voice from above him in the tree.

     “Whooo’s there?” asked the voice, in a deep drawn-out tone.

     “My name’s Frankie,” he replied, timidly.

     “Hello Frankie.  My name’s Oscar the owl.  Why do you look so sad?”

     “Because all of my friends are mad at me,” he replied.

     “Why?” asked the owl.  “What have you done?”

     “Nothing, really.  I think they’re jealous of my beauty.”

     “Who said you’re beautiful?” asked the owl, playfully.

     “My mom … and an old black crow.”

     “I see.  And I suppose you told your friends that?”

     “Yeah, I did,” said Frankie.  “Then they got mad at me.”

     “I think I know what the problem is,” remarked the owl.

     “You do?”

     “Yes.  You see Frankie, when you have a gift such as you have, you shouldn’t gloat about it to your friends because that makes them feel bad.  We all have gifts.  One of your friends might be a really good hunter or a great swimmer.  Perhaps another is able to jump really high or run really fast.  Our gifts should bring joy to ourselves and those around us.  And they should never get in the way of our relationships.         

     “It’s our relationships that are most important in life,” continued the owl.  “Having a shiny red coat doesn’t make you better than anybody else.”

     Frankie smiled.  “You’re right, Oscar! That is what’s most important!  I have to go find my friends and apologize for the way I’ve been acting.  Thank you so much for your help!”

     “You’re welcome, Frankie.”

     And so Frankie found his friends and told them about the owl and the old black crow, and he shared with them the lessons he had learned.  Soon his life was back to normal, and he no longer spent his days admiring his shiny red coat.

     “We all have gifts,” he would sometimes say to his friends.  “But the greatest gift of all is each other.”

Excerpted from Shine Like the Sun: A Collection of Children’s Stories by Adam Soto

The Best Christmas Ever

     The sun had just come up and was shining through the window when little Johnny awoke.  It was Christmas morning and Johnny couldn’t wait to see how many presents were beneath the Christmas tree.

     In a single motion, Johnny threw off his covers and slid out of bed, then he tip-toed down the stairs to see the Christmas tree.

     When he got there, he couldn’t believe his eyes; he’d never seen so many presents before! He was so excited that he ran upstairs and woke up his parents, and soon they were ready to open up their presents.

     Johnny’s first present was a big red fire truck.  He laughed with glee and tore into his next present.  It was a giant robot, just like one he’d seen at the toy store.  Then he opened up a cowboy hat with a sheriff’s badge, a couple of matchbox cars, and an electronic racetrack.

     “Wow,” said Johnny.  “This is the best Christmas ever!  I got everything I wanted!  I can’t wait to play with all of my new stuff!”

   When they were finished opening their presents, Johnny’s family went to church, and afterwards, they gathered together with their relatives at Johnny’s grandparent’s house to celebrate Christmas.  All of Johnny’s cousins were there, and some of them had brought along their new toys.

     Johnny’s cousin Alex was playing with his Lego’s and was building an airplane.  Tyler had a football.  Keri was listening to a new CD player.  Clint was playing with a Spider-Man toy, and Stacy was admiring her snowboard.

     Johnny looked at all of their new things and said to his mother and father, “Why didn’t I get any Lego’s?  Why didn’t I get a football or a Spider-Man toy?  I want a snowboard, too!”

     But his mother frowned at him.   “Johnny, you got a fire truck, a sheriff’s badge, a robot, and a racetrack.”

     “I know, Mom, but I want what they have!”

     “Johnny,” his father said, reassuringly.  “Look at your little cousins playing with their toys and how happy they are.  They didn’t get a fire truck or a robot.  They didn’t get a sheriff’s badge or matchbox cars.  They’re just happy with what they have.  Before you knew what your cousins got, you said that this was the best Christmas ever, remember?”

     Johnny’s eyebrows went up as he thought about this.  His dad was right.  He did say that this was the best Christmas ever.

     “You see, Johnny,” said his mother, “You’re lucky to have what you have, and your cousins are lucky to have what they have.  Everybody gets different gifts because everybody wants different things.  You said you got everything you wanted, so let’s just thank God for that.  Now why don’t you go over and play with your cousins.  I’m sure they’ll be glad to share their gifts with you.”

     Johnny smiled.  He could see that his parents were right.  This really was the best Christmas ever.

     So you see, there’s always going to be things that other people have that you don’t have.  And sometimes you’re going to have things that they don’t have.  It’s when we share these things that everyone experiences the most joy.

Excerpted from Shine Like the Sun: A Collection of Children’s Stories by Adam Soto

The Kite and the String

     There once was a kite who loved to fly. All day long he would fly through the air, soaring higher and higher until, eventually, he would run out of string.  When this happened, the kite would become very upset.  “I’m tired of this string!” he would say to himself.  “It’s always holding me back!  Why, if it wasn’t for this string, I could fly as high as I want!  Nothing would be impossible!”  And he despised the string very much.

     So one day his owner took him out to the field, and when the wind kicked up just right, he ran and threw the kite into the air.  The kite soared through the sky, climbing higher and higher until it was almost out of string.  “Now’s my chance,” thought the kite.  And with that, he began to wiggle and tug with all of his might, doing anything he could to make the little boy lose his grip of the string.  Finally, after an especially hard tug, the boy lost his grip and the kite broke free.

     “This is great!” thought the kite after realizing what had happened.  “I’m free!  I can fly as high as I want to … even up to the clouds!”

     So the kite flew higher and higher, and soon he was almost to the clouds.  When he looked down to find out what the boy was doing, he could barely see him.  He was nothing but a tiny speck in the field below.  “I’ve never flown this high before!” thought the kite as he looked around.  “I’ll be to the clouds in no time!”

     But just then, the wind died down and the kite began to lose his balance.  He twisted through the air, dropping to the earth at a fantastic speed.

     “What am I going to do?” thought the kite as the ground came closer and closer.  “If I hit the ground at this speed, I’ll surely break apart!”

     The kite tried with all his might to regain control, but there was nothing he could do.  Finally, he gave up hope and closed his eyes; he didn’t want to see what was about to happen to him.

     But just as he was going to hit the ground, the kite felt a tug from behind him and he came to an abrupt stop.  When he opened his eyes to see what had happened, he couldn’t believe it.  There he was, hanging in mid-air, just inches from the ground.

     When he looked above him to see what was holding him up, he noticed his string, tangled in the branches of a large oak tree.

     The kite smiled and realized how foolish he had been.  “All this time I was mad at the string.  Yet here I am, hanging from a tree branch, saved only by the string that holds me.”  And he was very thankful that the string had saved his life.

     Just then the boy came running up to the tree and shouted with joy at having found his kite undamaged.  He untangled the kite and the string and went back to the field to fly again.  But the kite never forgot that day when the string saved his life.  And no more did he long to fly to the clouds.

     “It’s not the height of the flight that matters,” the kite would sometimes say to himself, “but enjoying every moment in the sky that makes all the difference.”

     From that day forward, all was well with the boy and his kite, and they grew happier and happier with every flight.

Excerpted from Shine Like the Sun: A Collection of Children’s Stories by Adam Soto

A Dog Named Ralphy

     There once was a dog named Ralphy.  Ralphy was a golden retriever, and he lived in a doghouse that had his name painted on it in big red letters—RALPHY.  His owners made him live in a doghouse because whenever he was indoors, he would knock over the garbage can or chew up the sofa.  Sometimes, he would go into their son Patrick’s bedroom and eat all of his toys.  Patrick’s parents were very upset with Ralphy for doing all of these bad things, so they made him live outside in a doghouse.

     While he was outside one day, Ralphy looked over to the neighbor’s yard and noticed Sheila, the cocker spaniel, playing with her ball.  Ralphy watched for a while and said to himself, “That cocker spaniel over there, she’s not on a chain like me.  How come she gets to run around and play with all the children, and I don’t?  They throw her the ball, and she brings it back.  And they take her for walks around the block.  They even let her sleep inside the big house!”  And Ralphy felt very dejected.

     A while later the other neighbors had their dog out.  He was jumping happily all over his owner, and when the mailman came, the mailman bent down and patted the dog on the head.  Ralphy was very jealous, and to top it all off, that dog got to sleep in the big house, too.

     All of these things really bothered Ralphy, so one day, after his owners had given him a bath, he snuck out of the house and ran down the street to talk with Charlie.  Charlie was the oldest, wisest dog on the entire block.  When he saw Ralphy, he growled, “What do you want?”

     “Hey, don’t get mad, Charlie.  I just wanted to ask you some questions.”

     “About what?” Charlie snarled.

     “I want to know why none of the other dogs want to play with me.”

     “All right,” said Charlie.  “Do you remember when you went over to Sheila, the cocker spaniel’s house, and asked if you could play ball with her?”

     “Yes, I remember that,” replied Ralphy.

     “Sheila told you she would be happy to play ball with you.  But when she wasn’t looking, you stole her ball and ran home.  Now, none of the other dogs trust you.”

     “But I didn’t have a ball, and she had two!” Ralphy complained. 

     “That doesn’t mean you can take her ball without asking,” replied Charlie.

     “Yeah, I guess you’re right.  But why don’t any of the children want to play with me?”

     “Because they’re afraid of you,” said Charlie.  “They think you might eat their toys, or maybe even bite them.  Patrick told them how you ate all of his toys, and how one time, you bit the mailman.”

     “Oh, I see,” said Ralphy.  “There’s just one more thing I don’t understand.  Why do I have to live in a doghouse?  Why can’t I live in the big house—like all the other dogs?”

   Charlie shook his head.  “Can’t you see, Ralphy?  You chew up the furniture, you knock over the trash cans, and you eat Patrick’s toys.  You’re not allowed in the big house because nobody trusts you.”

     At that, Ralphy put his head down and walked away.  “Charlie’s right,” he said to himself.  “I stole Sheila’s ball, and I bit the mailman.  And my owners chain me up because they think that I’ll run away if they let me loose.  No wonder no one trusts me!”

     So Ralphy walked around for two whole days, thinking about everything Charlie had said.  He was afraid to go home because he knew Patrick and his parents would be upset with him.

     But that evening, as Ralphy was walking down the road, he heard a car stop beside him, and he saw Patrick get out.

     “Ralphy, there you are!” cried Patrick, and he went over and hugged Ralphy, squeezing and petting him as he spoke.  “I’m so happy we found you!  I was worried we might never get you back!”

     Ralphy was surprised.  “Patrick really does love me!”  And he gave Patrick kisses and jumped all over him to show how much he loved him.

     When they got home, Patrick asked his parents if Ralphy could spend the night in the house; he wanted Ralphy to sleep in his room.  His parents were reluctant at first, but when they saw how much it meant to him, they gave in and said that he could.

     So Ralphy spent the night in Patrick’s room.  He slept on Patrick’s bed, and never ate one toy.  And even though he wondered what was inside of the trash can, he didn’t once try to peek inside or knock it over.

     In the morning, Ralphy went downstairs and sat right by Patrick’s feet.  He didn’t beg for food or try to steal any off of the table.  When Patrick’s parents were ready to put him back outside, Patrick said, “Hey Mom and Dad, do we have to put Ralphy back outside?  Look how good he’s been.  He didn’t chew up any toys or beg for any food. And he didn’t even knock the trash can over in my bedroom.  Let’s give him another chance—please!”

     So Patrick’s parents agreed to give Ralphy another chance, and this time, he was perfect in every way.  The children started to play with him, and the other dogs shared their toys again.  And every day when the mailman came, he’d bend down and pat Ralphy right on the head, just like he used to.

     It seemed everyone trusted Ralphy again, and he lived happily ever after.  From that day on, he never had to spend another night in the doghouse.

Excerpted from Shine Like the Sun: A Collection of Children’s Stories by Adam Soto

Snowy and the Dalmatian

     There once was a kitten named Snowy.  Snowy was pure white with green eyes, and looked just like a little snowball.

     One day, Snowy was playing with her favorite ball.  She was batting it around with her paws and having a really great time when, by accident, she hit it under a fence.

     At first Snowy didn’t know what to do.  She walked all around the fence, trying to see if there was any way to get inside, but it was too high.  So she looked underneath to see where the ball was, and when she found it, she reached under to try to get it.  But no matter how far she stretched, the ball was always just out of reach.

     At this point, Snowy became very upset.  She didn’t know how she was ever going to get her ball back. 

     But as she looked again for a way to get inside the fence, she noticed a squirrel coming down out of a tree.  “I know!” thought Snowy.  “I’ll ask the squirrel to help me get my ball back.”

     So she called out to him in a loud voice, “Excuse me, Mr. Squirrel.  I was wondering if you could help me.  I was playing with my ball and it rolled under a fence.  If you could please crawl under and push my ball back to me, I’d really appreciate it.”

     But the squirrel scowled at Snowy.  “Why should I help you?” he snarled.  “All cats ever do is chase squirrels!  Now you want me to help you … after the way we’ve been treated?”  And the squirrel stuck his nose in the air and walked away.

     “Well, that was awfully rude,” thought Snowy.  “Maybe other cats have chased squirrels, but I never have.”  And she sat back down in the grass and wondered about her ball.

     Just then, she noticed a cat coming towards her down the sidewalk.

     “A cat!” Snowy exclaimed.  “Surely a cat will help me get my ball back!”

     So when the cat came closer, Snowy said to her, “Excuse me, Miss.  If it isn’t too much trouble, could you please help me get my ball back?  It’s rolled under a fence, and you have a much longer reach than I do.  If you could help me, I’d really appreciate it.”

     But the cat pretended not to hear her.  And she, too, stuck her nose in the air and crossed over to the other side of the street.

     “I can’t believe it!” said Snowy in disgust.  “Not even a cat will help me!  I’m never going to get my ball back!”

     But as she was saying this, she noticed something move out of the corner of her eye.  When she looked up, she saw a huge black and white Dalmatian coming right at her.  “What do you want?” Snowy hissed as she backed away.

     “I noticed you were having a problem and I wanted to help,” said the Dalmatian.

     “Help?” repeated Snowy in disbelief.  “I thought dogs hated cats!  Why would you want to help me?”

     “We should always help those who are in need,” said the Dalmatian.  “And not all dogs hate cats.  I happen to like cats very much.”

     So the Dalmatian reached his paw under the fence and grabbed the ball.  He gave it to Snowy, and she purred with appreciation.   “Thank you very much!  I never imagined a dog would be so nice to a cat!”

     “I’m just glad I could help,” said the Dalmatian.

          From that day forward, Snowy and the Dalmatian were the best of friends, thanks to a ball that rolled under a wooden fence.

Excerpted from Shine Like the Sun: A Collection of Children’s Stories by Adam Soto

Petey, the Lonesome Parrot

     I will now share some children’s stories that I wrote many years ago.  I will also share a PDF of the book in the “Books” section for those who would like to read it.


Petey, the Lonesome Parrot

     This is the story of Petey.  Petey was a parrot, and for the longest time he lived in a lonesome cage in the far corner of a pet shop.  Some say he was the loneliest parrot that ever lived.  But it wasn’t always that way.  There once was a time when everything was going well for Petey.

     When Petey was young, he was the most beautiful parrot in the entire pet shop.  The owners paid constant attention to him.  They would always say, “You sure are a beautiful parrot, Petey!  As soon as you learn how to talk, we’re going to make a fortune off of you!”

     So they began trying to teach Petey to talk, but every time Petey tried to repeat what they were saying, all that would come out of his beak was a muffled, “Gaahh.”

     A year went by, and still Petey couldn’t talk.  The owners tried everything they could, using different words and phrases like, “Pretty bird,” and “Polly wants a cracker,” but nothing worked.  All that would ever come out of Petey’s beak was a muffled, “Gaahh.”

     Finally, the owners gave up.  It seemed as if Petey was never going to learn how to talk.

     All of the other animals in the pet shop would laugh at Petey.  “What kind of parrot can’t learn to talk?” they’d snicker.  And they made fun of him every chance they’d get.

     Finally, the owners decided to move Petey’s cage.  “He’s just taking up space,” they complained.  “Nobody’s going to buy a parrot that can’t talk.”  So they moved Petey to the far corner of the pet shop, where there were no other animals and he was all by himself.

     So every day Petey sat in his lonesome corner, ashamed because he couldn’t talk.  Once in a while, a customer would come in and notice him back in the corner and say, “Wow, what a beautiful bird!”  But when they found out that he couldn’t talk, they’d walk away and look at the rabbits, or dogs, or fish.

     Then one day a woman came in looking for a birthday present to buy for her son.  The owners led her around the entire pet shop, showing her all the animals.  They showed her the rabbits and the fish.  They showed her the dogs and the cats and the mice.  They even showed her the snakes and the gerbils, but she still wasn’t sure what to get. 

     Then she noticed Petey sitting all alone in the corner.  “That sure is a beautiful bird!” she said to the owners.  “Why is he sitting all by himself?”

     “He can’t talk,” the owners replied.  “We tried everything we could, but all that would ever come out of his beak was a muffled, “Gaahh.”

     Suddenly, the woman became excited and said, “How much is he?  I want to buy him!”

     The owners were surprised.  “Give us ten dollars and he’s yours!  We’ll even give you the cage!”

     Immediately the woman agreed.  Then she paid them the ten dollars, put Petey in the car, and left the store.

     When the woman arrived home, she found her son in the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of orange juice.  The boy looked up and smiled at his mother.  She made a few gestures with her hands and he followed her into the living room.

     When they got there, the boy couldn’t believe his eyes.  Sitting there, by the window, was Petey.

     The boy smiled and ran up to the cage.  He stuck his tiny fingers through the bars, and Petey leaned closer so the boy could pet him.  When he had finished, the boy turned to his mother and smiled.  He made a gesture which in sign language means, “Thank you.”

     His mother took him in her arms and hugged him.  Then, in sign language, she said, “Your welcome, son.  Happy Birthday!”

     You see, the little boy was deaf, which means that he couldn’t hear anything.  So it didn’t matter to him if Petey could talk or not.  He was just happy to have a pet.

     So from that day on, Petey grew closer and closer to the boy, and they became very happy together.  The boy would take Petey out of his cage and would walk around the house with Petey on his shoulder, and Petey never tried to fly away.

     After a while, Petey forgot all about his life at the pet shop.  But his former owners were right about one thing; Petey was worth a small fortune … it just couldn’t be measured in money.

Excerpted from Shine Like the Sun: A Collection of Children’s Stories by Adam Soto

Closing Thoughts

     What’s happened to us?  What’s happened to the pursuit of freedom as a fundamental part of human existence?

     Somehow we’ve gotten used to the idea of letting “government” (or other forces) decide what’s best for us, what we need, what we should think, say, do, when and where we should meet other people, how to dress, act, what we watch, what we read, what “speech” is acceptable…

     I’ll tell you how: we quit thinking for ourselves.  We let other people do our thinking for us and never question their motives or if what they say is true or not.

     Our society is being increasingly led by the nose to do other people’s bidding, to be cogs in the machines of government extorters and billionaire power junkies.

     Where will it all end?  If we’re not careful, it will end in our lives being controlled by a select few people.  The freedom to do as you please will be nothing but a distant memory.  The mechanisms of control will be so vast, so invasive, so utterly complete that the human race will never taste freedom again.

     Individual freedom is never something that will just happen in society.  Like any well kept garden, weeds must be pulled out regularly or they grow just like the flowers; it is the same with our minds and philosophies.

     Our lives and the societies we build will turn out exactly as we choose to develop them.  If we all work hard together and put in great effort, fighting for our freedoms and values, great things can be accomplished.  If we take little interest in fighting for freedom, we will end up with very little freedom indeed.

     Society is just an extension of the collective will of the people.  The world we have now is apparently the way most people want it; if enough people wanted something different, they would fight for it, and change would happen.

     Until that day comes when the world is ready for something different, be as free as you can be in your own life.  Live for things which bring you hope and happiness.  Be a person of intention.  Think for yourself.  Question everything!  Live according to the principles of freedom.  Seek truth wherever you may find it.  Share truth with anyone who is interested, for truth, as the saying goes, really will set us free.


     “Most people prefer to believe that their leaders are just and fair, even in the face of evidence to the contrary, because once a citizen acknowledges that the government under which he lives is lying and corrupt, the citizen has to choose what he or she will do about it. To take action in the face of corrupt government entails risks of harm to life and loved ones. To choose to do nothing is to surrender one’s self-image of standing for principles. Most people do not have the courage to face that choice. Hence, most propaganda is not designed to fool the critical thinker but only to give moral cowards an excuse not to think at all.”

—Michael Rivero


 “The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.”

―Albert Camus

It Starts At Home and At School

     Here is the biggest difference between Them and Us: They are always calculating, always planning, dreaming up new ways to control and dominate those around them.  Freedom lovers, on the other hand, aren’t overly concerned with what other people are doing and just go about living their lives, letting each person do as they please.

     The problem is that freedom minded people need to at least start paying attention to how they can secure and defend their freedoms from those who wish to take them.  The war for our minds is a constant battle, and it begins at a very young age.

     Look what They are doing to our kids in schools all across the world, filling their minds with all kinds of programming and propaganda.  We give our children to government run schools eight hours a day, nine months of the year, and by the time they graduate they are lucky if they have even one original thought that isn’t contaminated with carefully crafted propaganda designed to make them slaves.  Add college into the mix and it is extremely difficult to undo 16-18 years of non-stop mind control.

     We either need to take our kids out of school and teach them at home, or fight the school board, fight the government, so that our kids aren’t taught lies and perversions from the age of 5 and for the rest of their lives.

     The battle for our minds starts at home and at school, and it never ends.  We must defend ourselves and our children before it’s too late.  Don’t let them control our children’s minds any longer.

Excerpted from Them and Us: A Philosophy of Freedom by Adam Soto

Pharmaceutical Lobbying

     I recently read that the pharmaceutical industry has had the crown as the largest lobbyists to the government for years, doubling their next closest rival, oil.  When we consider that “lobbying” is basically just another word for “bribing,” and that bribes are usually only needed to cover up corruption or illegal activities, what illegal activities are the pharmaceutical companies involved in that they need to lobby twice as much as their nearest competitor?

     If you’re willing to investigate, you’ll find that the pharmaceutical companies and the products they produce inure and kill way more people than the mainstream media ever reports.  You’ll also find that they own considerable stock in all of the mainstream media companies and have considerable influence on what information is reported about them and their products.

     Think about that the next time government and the media are pushing some sort of drug or “mandatory” vaccine on you or your family, “for the good of society…”


The Blood of our Forefathers

     We’re heading down the wrong path as a country.  Our forefathers fought so hard, they bled and labored to make this country the best that’s ever been known in the history of man.  They didn’t do it by giving everyone a free lunch, cowering in fear of freedom of expression, or telling those around them how to live their lives.  They intentionally made a government that was meant to be small and limited.  The idea was to make a system where the government could never get too big, too powerful, or too controlling.

     This country was built on strong, hard working, freedom-respecting people.  (In most cases, that is … slavery, the treatment of Native Americans, women’s rights … I admit it took a while for society to catch up with some of the ideas in The Declaration of Independence).  We may be more tolerant and progressive in some ways today (though maybe that’s starting to go the other way), but I dare say we’re not more free. Our taxes are higher than ever before, government is bigger and more intrusive than ever before, and religious tolerance and the right to freedom of speech are at an all-time low.

     Independence is what our country was founded on; how independent are most people today? (It can be argued, convincingly, I believe, that we’re more dependent on the government now than we’ve ever been in our nation’s history.)

     What I can’t stand is a person or group of people (government or otherwise) who feel that they have the right to tell other people what to do, how to live their lives, how to spend their money, how to use their property, what food they can eat, what they can drink, and so on.  Equally as bad is when people use the government to do it for them!

     I’m just trying to point out what I see as a major problem in our society and that is people having no problem with using the government to force people to do things according to their own, self-interested agenda.  That’s not freedom!  America was built on a “live and let live” philosophy, with respect for individual freedom.  Look at us now!  What happened?  What are we doing here?

     As my one friend always says, we get the government we deserve.  Ain’t that the truth!

Excerpted from Them and Us: A Philosophy of Freedom by Adam Soto

Different Parties for Different Objectives

     Pay attention and you’ll see that The Powers That Be will use different presidents to accomplish different aspects of their overall objectives.  They’ll use a Republican to carry out certain “wars” (war = land/resource grab, weakening or annihilation of enemies), Democrats to further any socialist objectives (socialism = weakening of personal independence, dependence on government), and “bipartisan” coalitions to screw everyone (bipartisan = circumvention of constitution/rights/freedoms).

     Don’t fall for their tricks.  They “fake” all of this Republican/Democrat drama to keep us pitted against each other, but it’s all for show.  It’s theatre―a soap opera.  We are the audience.  And like all theatre, it only works as long as we “make believe” that it’s real.

     Quit living in a dream world!  Wake up!  Don’t just follow blindly!  No matter how real the illusion seems, it’s still an illusion!  Sometimes They put on a pretty good show!  Will you get sucked in to the drama?


Remember This

      I recently read somewhere that since the year 1900 A.D., governments have killed 100 million more of their own people than have been killed in all wars during that same period.  Pretty crazy, huh?  Just remember that.


Practice Freedom

      If you want to be a good runner, you have to practice running.  If you want to be a good boxer, you have to practice boxing.  If you want to be free, you have to practice freedom.



     People ask me all the time, “With so many conflicting viewpoints and data out there, how do we know what’s true and what isn’t?”

     I always tell them that the truth has nothing to hide, and therefore, feels no need to censor opposing viewpoints or shy away from honest debate.  Only lies need to silence those around them for fear that their dishonesty will be exposed.

     Think about that the next time you hear of videos, articles, opinions, or facts being banned or censored.  If truth is on their side, what are they so afraid of?

Excerpted from Them and Us: A Philosophy of Freedom by Adam Soto