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 My UFO novel, UFO Sightings of 2006-2009 will be released at all online bookstores in 3 weeks. It contains true accounts of eyewitnesses and photos taken of the events. Each sighting is an entire chapter in this book, 20 UFO sightings and another 3 chapters of current UFO related news. This book can be found at www.amazon.com and www.barnesandnoble.com .

My novel Dragons of Asgard was released today. Its about tiny dragons that have magical powers. This whole story takes place in modern day. It is found at www.amazon.com and www.barnesandnoble.com. 

If you are interested in dragons and loved such books as Dragons of Pern or Eragon, then this up and coming novel I wrote will captivate like never before. It will be released and found at all on-line bookstore in March of 2010.

Also please check out my other two novels, West’s Time Machine & George’s Pond.
Wests Time Machine Novel:
http://www.amazon.com/Wests-Time-Machine-Scott-Waring/dp/0595418872
Georges Pond Novel:
www.amazon.com/Georges-Pond-Created-Tradition-Charlottes/dp/0595421350

When asked about her motives for Joining UNHCR in 2001, Angelina Jolie said, “We cannot close ourselves off from information and ignore the fact that millions of people are out there suffering. I honestly want to help. I don’t believe I feel differently from other people. I think we all want justice and equality, a chance for a life with meaning. All of us would like to believe that if we were in a bad situation, someone would help us.”

Angelina Jolie may have overestimated a lot of people in the world today by saying they too care about others. When you go online and read some of the publics comments of news of her with starving children in foreign lands, the comments often turned dreadfully vicious and cruel. Below many such articles were loads of comments, many of which accuse Angelina of only caring about trying to get herself some more publicity. The comments go on to say that she does not really care about the hungry and homeless, but only cares about her bank account. These are just a few of the hundreds of comments that I have seen. Clearly their ignorance played a role in those cruel comments. Ignorance breeds an insecurity that flows from weak minds like an uncontrolled eruption of verbal vomit trying to grasp the edges of an ever expanding universe and force them back into the confines of a small box.

Let’s dive deeper into some of her latest humanitarian work. In October 2, 2009
Angelina Jolie traveled to Damascus, Syria and met with countless Iraq refugees. She traveled there to try to bring the spotlight of news that often follows her to remind the world not to forget the plight of those among them who cannot go back home due to the anguish they suffered and their own country’s unsteadiness. She states that refugees cannot go home due to, “the severe trauma they experienced there, the uncertainty linked to the coming Iraqi elections, the security issues and the lack of basic services.” Then she continues, “They will, therefore, be in need of continued support from the international community.” The election she is referring to is scheduled to be held on January 16, 2010.

Angelina traveled to Syria representing not just herself but as a goodwill ambassador for the United Nation’s refugee agency, UNHCR. She traveled there with her lover Brad Pitt. This was not her first visit but second in two years. She traveled to Damascus poorest suburbs where two Iraqi families greeted her. She also visited Iraq three times to date. Her last trip to Iraq was in July of 2009, when she met with countless displaced Iraqis in northwest Baghdad.

She then took time to visit the Syrian President Bashar Assad and his wife, Asma to discuss the Iraqi refugee crisis in an attempt to enlighten him on the hopelessness that the refugees feel has enveloped them.

Why does Angelina believe it’s important to help the Iraqi refugees? Let’s get down to numbers. UNHCR estimates that more than 4.2 million Iraqis have ran away from their homes at the start of the fight back in 2003. Of those, 215,000 Iraqi refugees are signed up with UNHCR in Syria. Most of these refugees rely highly upon the food, water, medical and other support that UNHCR offers. The Coalition for International Justice found that 400,000 to 600,000 people have been killed and starved to death in the conflict at Darfur.

The work Angelina does for the refugees does not stop there. In 2007, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie set up a new Charity foundation, donating $1 million to help the families that were tragically affected by the fighting in Sudan’s Darfur region as well as in nearby Chad. Angelina is known for covering all her own costs while doing this work around the globe.

What is Angelina’s view on money? She said that she’s only driven to continue making movies by the money she earns, because she desperately needs the money for her charities. She states, “At the same time I know that by doing a film and making money and remaining in the public eye, I'm able to fund more programs and I'm able to bring more attention. So I know I have to do both.”

How serious is Angelina about her work to help poor and impoverished around the world? Well in 2007 when most Hollywood’s biggest starlets were flaunting their new designer cloths down the red carpet in hopes of an Oscar, Angelina traveled to Africa to check on the crisis in the Darfur region. Her goal, to raise awareness about the continuing atrocities in Darfur.

Truly Angelina lives up to the meaning of her name, an angel. Her continuing efforts to help the those whom the rest of the world has ignored, has inspired people around the world to join in with her. Because of her efforts, presidents feel the pressure of being under the spotlight of celebrity news, forcing them to take steps in making a positive change. Because of her efforts, the ill are receiving medical treatment, the hungry are being fed, the homeless are being housed, the abused and ill treated are temporarily safe and out of harms evil grasp.

In March 20, 2003 the US government claimed that they had evidence that Iraq had weapons of mass destruction (WMD) and that they posed a threat to the security of the US and its allies. The US went to war with Iraq over this issue, yet…there was no WMD present in Iraq…they were wrong! The dead and mutilated bodies of 450,000 human beings in Sudan obviously show more injustice than any that President Bush could identify in Iraq. The US had less reason to go to war in Iraq than they do currently in Sudan. Take a stand and stop the murders, the rapes the starvation today. Use your skills, whatever they be, to fight for them with words, with belief, with teaching.

In the backyard of a home, near the old oak tree sat a lone red ant. His name was # 205,001. He watched as his family and friends ran along lengthy lines to various locations, eager to reach the captured food and retrieve it back to the nest to share with the others. The little ant frowned staring down at the long lines that stretched across the backyard. He had been running in those same lines until yesterday. That was when he decided to break away from the line for a few minutes to explore a bit on his own. He didn’t know why he left the others, just that he needed to learn something more, without the boundaries that the other ants would place upon his way of thinking. He found himself drawn toward a large white object with an unusual scent to it. He began crawling a few inches up its sides until he manage to reach its summit. While he was looking around, he noticed the ground that he now stood on began to move, taking him with it. The surface that he stood on began gliding over the ground, only touching the dirt and grass momentarily before it moved upward again. It was easy for him to dig his claws into the soft object he stood upon. The platform he clung to moved across the grass and entered the back of the house. # 205,001 had seen this entryway before, but the line of ants never went near it. He sometimes heard whispers from others that many who entered were never heard from again. He thought about jumping off and heading back to the little mound by the oak tree. He had always suspected that there was more to life than what he learned back at the ant mound. He noticed a large round orange object that had the word Spalding across it, then a long board with four wheels. He stared at the odd objects, bewildered over their purpose. A booming sound caused him to freeze in place. “I’m going to fix a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch. Okay mom?” “Sure honey. That sounds terrific.” Came a woman’s response from far away. A great white door opened ahead of # 205,001. A gust of frigid wind rolled out over him, giving him chills, but with it came aromas that caressed his mind and body in ways that he never knew possible. It was unlike the grasshopper legs and fresh caterpillar flesh that he once believed to be the most delicious morsels to exist. He took a deep breath, caressing the heavenly aromas. Just as suddenly as the door had opened, it slammed shut and the surface he sat upon commenced moving yet again. He crouched down and held firmly to the spongy surface, staring out over its edge at the polished wooden floors. He couldn’t understand how trees could grow in such a smooth and useless fashion. He had crawled over many a tree roots before, but this unusual growth had no bark for grasping onto and had no height. The cracks were not even deep enough for an ant to scamper into to escape any danger that might come about. The object he sat upon quickly moved into a new direction and into a new room. He heard a thud and all movement ceased. “Hey, there’s an ant on my shoe!” came a booming voice from above. The surface that the little ant clung too jostled around and began rising higher and higher. # 205,001 stood motionless. He was getting a strange feeling that something was about to happen. He gazed out over the edge as a solitary giant eyeball came down above him. It was a thousand times larger than him. He couldn’t budge an inch. Fear had overtaken him. He was horror-struck at what he saw and what in turn saw him. “Hey, how did you get on my shoe?” asked the boy. He raised a single finger and began lowering it slowly onto the tiny red ant. The little red ant knew his end was near and he crouched down and closed his eyes thinking about how his family and friends will never know what had become of him. He didn’t want to watch, as the giant finger was about to crush him into oblivion. To his surprise, no crushing came. He raised his head and looked up, but the boy had pulled away his finger upon noticing that the ant cringed in fear. The boy instead took a few crumbs from his plate, which held his sandwich and placed them on his tennis shoe in front of the tiny ant. # 205,001 stared at the massive white bread crumbs partly covered in a red slimy substance. The aroma of sweetness drew him closer and closer till he found himself indulging himself against his own will. The flavors were unlike the juiciest caterpillar. It was the perfect food, the food of the gods. One minute he was in terror knowing the end was near, the next, he was in a delicious heaven. “How did a little ant stowaway on my shoe?” asked the boy. He watched the hungry ant eating away at the strawberry jelly covered breadcrumb. “I think I will name you Apple, because you’re red like an apple. I really shouldn’t kill you. The average ant usually has only has a 3 to 6 month life span. That doesn’t give you very much time, now does it? My lifespan will be over a 140 times that of yours, if I’m lucky. I bet you don’t get much strawberry jam and peanut butter sandwiches out there in the backyard, but I’m seem to recall that I dropped a lot of candy out there over the years. The little ant continued to eat. There was no telling if he would ever find such a delicious meal ever again in his lifetime. It was something the others back at the mound would never believe. He is suppose to save some for the others to enjoy, but he just loved it too much and couldn’t bear thinking about giving it away to others who might not appreciate it as much as he does. In front of # 205,001 was a new supreme species. It already told him that its life span is incredibly long and clearly its food was equally impressive. He looked up wanting to speak, to say something, but the sounds that came out were too tiny for such a huge creature as the human boy to hear. The boy placed took of the shoe and placed it upon the side table. He then turned on his computer and stereo. Rock music blared out and the boy turned on a fan, causing a small breeze to blow around the room. # 205,001 for the first time began to realize that the things around the room, was there for the human’s comfort. He had stumbled upon the foot of the creature and it had taken him into his mound, but it was like no mound that he had ever seen before. The electrical devices around the room could be turned on and off, making the boy appear to have some magical powers. Powers that seemed godly to #205,001.Just thirty minutes earlier, he had thought that his large grain of sand and his tiny piece of grass root were a fantastic pleasure that anyone would desire, yet he watched the boy, typing away on his keyboards with his mystical window before him. It seemed to open a window into a strange new world with it. He watched as the scenes in the mysterious window changed many times. The boy laughed a few times at something on the screen and went back to typing. # 205,001 stared at the boy. This strange creature was bobbing its head up and down to the beat of the music and oddly enough, it seemed to give the creature great pleasure. The tiny ant wanted desperately to understand, so he tried to bob his head up and down to the beat of the music as the boy was doing. It was a strange feeling. He didn’t know why, yet he felt better, almost carefree. He saw the boy stand up and continue working on the unusual picture screen all the while he was moving his legs and body to the beat of the music. # 205,001 realized this was getting extremely difficult but he pressed on, lifting and dropping three legs at a time to the beat. He moved his legs and bobbed his head to the music. He had heard sounds of the rustling of the leaves of the old oak tree, the singing of the birds, but never so bizarre and enjoyable as the sounds that emanated from the magical box on the shelf. The boy walked over and picked up the shoe and peered at the tiny red ant dancing on it. He shrugged and dismissed it as some odd behavior for a tiny insect. The boy picked up his sandwich and pushed the tiny insect onto the plate. He put on his shoe and strolled out of his room carrying the sandwich and ant. The boy ambled into the backyard and over to the tall oak tree where he knew of a tiny ant mound that he had seen on many occasions. He crouched down and pushed the little red ant off the plate and onto a high piece of tree root that protruded from the dirt. He took a bite of his sandwich and broke off a large piece, placing it next to the ant. “I guess you will never forget this day, will you little fellow? It’s probably best if you stay off shoes from now on,” said the boy. He stood up and walked back across the yard, vanishing into the darkness of the doorway. # 205,001 sat there on that tree root thinking about all the wondrous events that happened to him today. He glanced down at the lines of ants still moving too and fro from the mound. He doubted any of them even took their eyes off the ant in front of them long enough to see the human that placed him upon the root. He wondered if he should tell them. They seemed so content in their life. So confident of what they do and do not want to do, working together, never questioning what they have learned, never breaking away from their lines, never looking up. One thing he knew for certain, he would no longer be # 205,001. Apple was his name now and Apple it will always be. Apple knew that the other ants would never believe him about his incredible adventure. Why should they? To accept his story, would be to deny their old way of life. Change never comes easy, not ever. The knowledge of a species that was as tall as ten thousand ants and a life span of 140 ants put together, why would any ant in its right mind believe that? He laughed at himself and the events that happened to him that day. Yesterday he had no idea that such large creatures exist. He believed as all ants do, that ants are the only intelligent species to exist. Today he was in awe at the world around him. He felt different, yet he could not understand why. Nothing has changed and yet something inside him had. The mound still sat below the oak tree in the backyard. His fellow ants still followed the lines in the search for food. The giant human creatures have clearly been around for a long time, yet he had never seen one until today. Everyone in the mound only knows of insects, not of such strange creatures as these humans. So strange, he thought, that such large things in life can are be so easily overlooked, so much so, that they didn’t even exist in his species beliefs, yet here he was, with knowledge beyond that of his species and he gazed out at the endless lines of nonbelievers.