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poetry http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/poetry.htm;

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all of which are used to tell the story in this Web site, can be accessed by going to each respective link set out above.

My son, Larry Blakeley http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/larryblakeley_photos_jpeg.htm manages this Web site and the following Web sites:

Larry Blakeley (Contact Info: larry at larryblakeley.com)

Leslie (Blakeley) Adkins - my granddaughter

Lori Ann Blakeley (June 20, 1985 - May 4, 2005) - my granddaughter

Evan Blakeley- my grandson

Major Roy James Blakeley (December 10, 1928 - July 22, 1965) - USAF (KIA)

When I was young my dad would say
Come on son let's go out and play

No matter how hard I try
No matter how many tears I cry
No matter how many years go by
I still can't say goodbye

- "I Still Can't Say Goodbye," Performer: Chet Atkins

MP3 audio file/lyrics http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/songs/still_cant_say_goodbye.htm

For a larger image click on the photograph.

So, there I was at Al's Pizzeria, near Bachman Lake - my favorite place for a good pizza in Dallas, Texas since 1982.

I had just dropped off my son, Evan (16), at a football game between his school, Cistercian Preparatory School and Episcopal School of Dallas - and, I was hungry for pizza. But, since I can't find my mobile phone around home because several weeks ago I put it on "vibrate" mode, and calling it does not lead me to it, now - I'm phone less when on the go. It's somewhere around here - I just don't know where, yet.

In any event, so there I was - like I said - at Al's Pizzeria - having to "wait" for 15 minutes - and, wondering - "What in the world was I going to do with myself for 15 minutes?"

I looked around - saw a TV with an old John Wayne "Green Berets" movie on - but, no interest there. And, I did not particularly want to stare at the walls or the floor.

So, I picked up a copy of the "Dallas Observer" - searching for anything that would occupy the time - while waiting these 15 minutes for my pizza.

Well, I did not have to look very far, because right there on the front page was the title of an article (and, picture of what looked to be a half-man/half-devil image) "The Devil Next Door: What Happens When the Kid in Your Dorm is Doug Havard, SMU's Crime Boss?," Glenna Whitley, October 21 - 27, 2004 issue, Volume 24, Number 43. http://www.dallasobserver.com/2004-10-21/news/the-devil-next-door/full

Well this certainly caught my eye.

Why? Because I'm not a fan of the man-devil. I write about him. I despise him. I inform him, and others, on my Web site at http://www.royblakeley.name, that, "we are going to take him down - one corrupted soul at a time." And, there will be "no prisoners taken."

And, another thing that caught my eye was that this article seemed to have been written by a female. I mean, Glenna is not a guy's name - or, not usually.

And, what in the world could be in here that she could tell me that I did not already know?

What was she writing about? What audience is she writing to? Other females? Or, possibly, men?

Let me tell you something. I searched throughout that article and found absolutely nothing - nada, zero, not one single stink in' truth in that article that I haven't known for 40 - 45 years - not one cotton-pickin' thing. Now, I'm not putting it down. It's a recount of facts - facts that lead to the demise of one of his victims, Ms. Meghan Bodson.

What do I mean then by saying that I did not learn anything from Ms. Whitley's article?

Well, if she has read my article, "Why You Can't Learn," http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/articles/why_learn.htm - she probably will enter into a world that she most probably has heard about, knows about, but just does not understand the evil described in my article. But, the boys, the young men, and the older ones, like myself, know fully well what I describe in that article. And, if they never participated in the game with the boys, "King of the Hill," then they must have been over playing Barbies with the girls. http://www.royblakeley.name/roy_james_blakeley/george_436th_fighter_squadron/directory_santa_note_karen.djvu

So, I brought this Dallas Observer home with me and read the article - and, I thought to myself - hmm, nothing new, here - and, threw it in the trash. It's just another accounting of the time line of just another run-of-the-mill, corrupt male; superimposed upon the time line of the life of his target - the young female.

Now, I have two kinds of trash cans in my place. One of them is for daily emptying, and the other is for keeping a week, or so. It's big enough to hold a week's worth of paper-trash. And, every now and then, I dig back down into that trash can looking for something that I initially had viewed as, "nothing new, here."

So, this morning I dug back down into it looking for this article of Ms. Whitley's.

Why did I retrieve this article back from the trash can? Because there are some sweet souls that are very dear and close to my heart that do not know what I know about this man that Ms. Whitley wrote about. And, after reading her article - she may not know what I know about him, either.

Who are these dear souls that I cherish with a passion? They are my daughters, Leslie (25) and Lori (19). Leslie is now married, and, most likely has escaped the personal destruction of the Doug Havard's out there roaming around, looking for new meat to eat. But, Lori is a freshman at Lubbock, Texas; living in a dorm, and living outside of the safety and comfort of her protectors, me - and, her mother, Jackie - for the first time in her precious life. She is a gentle, kind, compassionate, loving, soul that went to school at The First Baptist Academy, downtown Dallas - and, she is absolutely clueless of what I know about this man of destruction.

It's sort of like juggling two hot potatoes - on the one hand, I don't want to scare her away from all men, but on the other hand, there is nobody out there (and, I mean nobody - that includes so called "terrorists" that everyone seems to be scared to death of nowadays) that scares me, more than my gender of origin.

What's a father? Or, a mother to do?

This young man is typical of the sinister evilness of the man's world that the young female is just absolutely unprepared for. While she is playing with her Barbie dolls, we are playing "King of the Hill" with these boys. We learn who they are, what they are, what they are not, how they manipulate and lie, and how to defend ourselves against them.

Our daughters' world is as foreign to this world, as Europe is to America.

And, while she is young she has no interest whatsoever in wanting to play with the boys.

But, as she gets older - she changes, he changes. They both want to enter each other's world. The problem is that her world, for the most part, does not include teachings of the game, "The King of the Hill" with all of its accompanying threads of lies, deceit, and corruption.

She now wants to enter the world of the young man, but she has no idea what may lie in store for her if she's not careful to maintain conscious diligence - constant on lookout for the enemy from within http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/articles/enemy_within.htm - always cognizant of her surroundings - never letting up, or else she will be eaten - her entire previous life eaten, and digested into this man's evil soul.

So, I found the article and retrieved it back to my consciousness for further thought and review of its meanings. And, I start to research a little.

Well - lo and behold - Glenna Whitley is a co-author (with B. G. Burkett) of the book, "Stolen Valor: How the Vietnam Generation Was Robbed of Its Heroes and Its History."

Not only has she written this Dallas Observer article that caught my eye, but has also participated as a co-author with a man named B. G. Burkett of a story that I've been living - going on nearly 40 years, now - probably, over 35 years longer than Ms. Whitley and Mr. Burkett came up with the idea of this book.

The book is described by Steven Fantina, as follows (I have not read the book, although my sister, Karen, has brought it to my attention a month, or so, ago):

."... is a much-needed, potent rebuttal to the numerous widely-held fallacies regarding the Vietnam War and those who served in it. Vietnam veteran B. G. Burkett and investigative reporter Glenna Whitley shatter several myths by painstakingly researching hundreds of individuals who fought in America's most controversial conflict....

Stolen Valor is an important work that should be read by those who seek to fully understand the Vietnam War and its implications for current and future conflicts... - Review by Steven Fantina for Townhall.com http://www.townhall.com/, http://www.townhall.com/bookclub/whitley.html

Let me just say, right here, if you want to learn and understand "potent rebuttal to the numerous widely-held fallacies regarding the Vietnam War and those who served in it; or the Vietnam War and its implications for current and future conflicts" - I'll teach you literally in minutes the truths to these statements and more of what it's like to be "left behind," what adjustments need to be made to survive, and how to go about this in order to live life. In fact you cannot even get past the home page of http://www.royblakeley.name without knowing more about these themes of disclosure than this book can teach you in hundreds of pages of reading.

Who is Townhall.com? According to them, it is "the first truly interactive community on the Internet to bring Internet users, conservative public policy organizations, congressional staff, and political activists together under the broad umbrella of "conservative" thoughts, ideas and actions. Townhall.com is a one-stop mall of ideas in which people congregate to exchange, discuss and disseminate the latest news and information from the conservative movement. Townhall.com is committed to inform, educate and empower the public through this emerging electronic medium.

The member organizations and columnists that we have chosen to feature on Townhall.com do not necessarily agree on every issue, yet that is why Townhall.com believes our community is of value. An interactive, open and honest debate of the issues within the conservative community will help us all in the fight against those who would sacrifice the individual and freedom for political gain and big government.

Townhall.com is a project of The Heritage Foundation." - http://www.townhall.com/about/

And, who is The Heritage Foundation? Their vision statement is stated, as follows: "Our vision is to build an America where freedom, opportunity, prosperity and civil society flourish." - http://www.heritage.org/About/aboutHeritage.cfm)

That sounds good, but your guess is as good as mine whether they really mean it; or, more importantly, if they can follow through with it - in other words - the "action part" of every statement of rhetoric and propaganda that are out there on the Web sites of the world wide web.

So, what's the point? Ms. Whitley (and, possibly, Mr. Burkett), at the very least, needs to read my article, "Why You Can't Learn," - as well as a few of my other articles that tell of the "evilness" in a large percentage of the men of today - all reposited at http://www.royblakeley.name - a storage bin of personal experiences of the family of Major Roy James Blakeley - a family "left behind" for over 40 years now. This story of personal pain began within 90 days after the first American Marine waded ashore at Da Nang, Republic of South Vietnam in March, 1965 - a time when most Americans could not locate Vietnam on a map, if there life depended upon it.

And, both of these items of news that Ms. Whitley is reporting on - I have been aware of for over 40 years, now.

I just hope and pray that the Doug Havard's out there don't find our daughters - or yours.

- "Just Waiting on a Pizza," Larry Blakeley, October 24, 2004.