When Jerry Springer folks gets in the way of writing and life

No way did I ever believe that the Jerry Springer lifestyle would affect me so much. The bad part is that I cannot tell the details of the repulsive slice of the Jerry Springer show lifestyle that has affected me enough to not write. The truth is indeed stranger than fiction. I always laughed at the contestants or whatever the folks are called on the Jerry Springer show. Now I've got a strong dose of that trailer park madness.

Because of embarrassment and shame, I can't even give any of the juicy details. And there definitely are juicy, slimy details. I guess since I was born in a trailer, it'll be impossible to escape the white trash lifestyle. Not much I've ever done has lifted me from the lower middle class into a respectable lifestyle. Oh well, it's just the way things are and it might be time to give up on much changing for me.

Another big problem for me is a right "club foot" that was never corrected as a child. It definitely could have been easily corrected at any time before puberty. That's another white trash story that I can tell. Evidently two year old kids get to decide whether to wear leg braces to straighten their (my) legs. So I finally got a shot at straightening it at 40 yo. The result just caused more problems.

Yesterday I had to go to an occupational therapist for disability. The therapist did some very minor tests of my legs and body. It was nothing more than pulling up each leg and twisting them around a bit. The pain that it caused for me was truly frightening. Just a small amount of activity caused excruciating pain. It was painful enough to scare the hell out of me.

The cause of the pain is something about sacroiliac joints on both sides of my pelvis that aren't working correctly. It was the type of pain that stuns a person. Driving home, I'm not ashamed to say that I shed a few tears over the pain and the hopelessness of my situation. I've got my Jerry Springer upbringing that trashed my legs and pelvis. And then at home I've got a whole new Jerry Springer situation to deal with.

I'm starting to think of an escape plan. Mostly a move to anywhere but here. If I do make a move, I'll start a new blog to talk about the moving on from my Jerry Springer existence. Since I have no real followers to this blog, it won't really matter though. I still want to chronicle what I'm going to do to escape the clutches of Jerry's folks. Jerry, Jerry, Jerry, Jerry! What a fucking joke.

Stop bitching about amateur screenwriters in your fucking blog

Stop your fucking bitching. That's right, you...Sparky. All you uptight dorks who get all bent out of shape about amateur screenwriters and screenwriting groups on the internets. I get this image in my mind of some 30 yr old, trust fund baby. Sparky with an MFA who has never worked a real day in his fucking life. The kind of dork who can only write about being an uptight (yuppie) character with other uptight and privileged characters. Instead of being concerned with your own limited life experience and inability to build a screenplay of surpassing quality, some uptight wannabe screenwriters get all kinds of self-deluded joy from bitching about aspiring screenwriters imagined to be down the food chain.

I'm sure there was some uptight caveman dork whining and bitching about some creative caveman sneaking into a cave with red crap to draw stuff on the cave walls. I'm sure that the uptight, dorky caveman also was from an imagined privileged elite background with some caveman degree in drawing on stuff. So the poor caveman/cavewoman without the ability to sell his drawing and win the love of the cavewoman/caveman had to crawl into some fucking cave to draw his animal pictures. The caveman (or should that be caveperson) crawled way back in a fucking cave to create something in peace. I have some idea why that was. Because the caveperson was bored and just needed something extra to get by in his/her caveperson existence.

For all you uptight Sparky's who label yourselves in some superior fashion in order to look down your nose at amateur screenwriters, just fucking stop your whining. I kind of enjoy ridiculing your sniveling, shrill bitching and calling you out as uptight Sparky's. There are plenty of people out in the real world who live ordinary lives and take great joy in having some distraction from that ordinary life in the form of creative expression. It isn't just about receiving checks in the mail from Hollywood for that creative endeavor for the vast majority of these people and even for you uptight, wannabe Sparkys.

When you uptight Sparky dorks are schooled in how to actually create a screenplay of surpassing quality by some ordinary person in flyover country, please stop your shrill, pathetic criticisms of their screenplays. When someone like Diablo Cody works in an office or even as a stripper and finds time to create too, please don't fucking piss and moan that she wrote something not about uptight, privileged people. When Nick Schenk spends his days working at some shitty job and his nights writing a screenplay in a Minnesota bar, don't throw your fucking hissy fits over his screenplay not being about people like you uptight dorks. Both Diablo & Nick did something you'll most likely never come close to achieving.

Some of you uptight dorks want to believe that you exist in an exclusive group of individuals qualified to create screenplays for film. I had some Sparky wannabe screenwriter dork make a disparaging comment about my dream of betting the ponies at Santa Anita while occasionally tapping on the keys of my laptop. The dork had to insinuate that Josh Olson of I Will Not Read Your Fucking Script fame also would be hanging out at Santa Anita betting the ponies. The Sparky dork was mostly offended that I have no desire in a million fucking years to sit at a Starbucks, drinking overpriced coffee and being too whacked on caffeine to create a fucking thing. The dork who prompted Josh Olson's rant must be at a Starbucks somewhere, sipping a latte and showing off his electronic devices. Those electronic gadgets that are the 21st century phallic equivalent of a big gun.

And quit your fucking shrill ass bitching about screenwriting groups on the internets and elsewhere. Whether it is Triggerstreet, DoneDealPro or anywhere else, PLEASE quit your fucking bitching and whining about these communities. I can't go an entire month without some uptight dork posting some uptight blog that insults a screenwriting group or the people who participate. These people are just looking for somewhere to express their creativity that is stifled so efficiently in the life of a modern adult. Trying to feel superior to them only makes you look like a dickhead.

For all you Sparky's & Sparkettes sitting at a Starbucks or its unfranchised equivalent with your fucking laptop, coffee and trendy electronic gadgets, FUCK YOU TOO! (Love that Al Pacino line!) There is a reason that you aren't creating screenplays of surpassing quality. Realize that you have advantages and tremendous disadvantages in what it takes to create a screenplay of surpassing quality. Tremendous disadvantages? Hell yes, like conforming to laughable standards like sitting at a Starbucks with your coffee, laptop and Apple product that somehow compensates for your baby carrot dick.

Who am I to mock those self-described screenwriter pros? Just some 47 year old guy from Kalamazoo who is tired of hearing your bitching, pissing & moaning and whining about people just like me. I'm just another amateur out there trying to express my creative side. What have I accomplished? There is a first draft of one of my screenplays over at Triggerstreet titled Somebody is Watching. It's about a guy who builds a fake UFO and flies it around at night. Look it up on that Apple product you stood in line to get...pindick. I almost feel obliged to apologize for not creating something about yuppies and/or uptight dork Sparky screenwriters. And if you don't like it or me or amateur screenwriters or screenwriting groups? Up yours, Sparky! All the way up with a red hot poker. (That one was from Robbie Benson!)

A day in the life of Joe Conservative

(copied from an anonymous source)

A day in the life of Joe Conservative:

Joe gets up at 6 a.m. and fills his coffeepot with water to prepare his morning coffee. The water is clean and good because some tree-hugging liberal fought for minimum water-quality standards. With his first swallow of water, he takes his daily medication. His medications are safe to take because some stupid commie liberal fought to ensure their safety and that they work as advertised.

He prepares his morning breakfast: bacon and eggs. Joe's bacon is safe to eat because some girly-man liberal fought for laws to regulate the meat packing industry.

In the morning shower, Joe reaches for his shampoo. His bottle is properly labeled with each ingredient and its amount in the total contents because some crybaby liberal fought for his right to know what he was putting on his body and how much it contained.

Joe dresses, walks outside and takes a deep breath. The air he breathes is clean because some environmentalist wacko liberal fought for the laws to stop industries from polluting our air.

He walks on the government-provided sidewalk to the subway station for his government-subsidized ride to work. It saves him considerable money in parking and transportation fees because some fancy-pants liberal fought for affordable public transportation, which gives everyone the opportunity to be a contributor.

Joe begins his work day. He has a good job with excellent pay, medical benefits, retirement, paid holidays and vacation because some lazy liberal union members fought and died for these working standards. Joe's employer pays these standards because Joe's employer doesn't want his employees to call the union.

If Joe is hurt on the job or becomes unemployed, he'll get a worker compensation or unemployment checks because some stupid liberal didn't think he should lose his home because of his temporary misfortune.

It is noontime and Joe needs to make a bank deposit so he can pay some bills. Joe's deposit is federally insured by the FDIC because some godless liberal wanted to protect Joe's money from unscrupulous bankers who ruined the banking system before the Great Depression.

Joe has to pay his Fannie Mae-underwritten mortgage and his below-market federal student loan because some elitist liberal decided that Joe and the government would be better off if he was educated and earned more money over his lifetime. Joe also forgets that in addition to his federally subsidized student loans, he attended a state funded university.

Joe is home from work. He plans to visit his father this evening at his farm home in the country. He gets in his car for the drive. His car is among the safest in the world because some America-hating liberal fought for car safety standards to go along with the taxpayer funded roads.

He arrives at his boyhood home. His was the third generation to live in the house financed by Farmers' Home Administration because bankers didn't want to make rural loans.

The house didn't have electricity until some big-government liberal stuck his nose where it didn't belong and demanded rural electrification.

He is happy to see his father, who is now retired. His father lives on Social Security and a union pension because some wine-drinking, cheese-eating liberal made sure he could take care of himself so Joe wouldn't have to.

Joe gets back in his car for the ride home, and turns on a radio talk show. The radio host keeps saying that liberals are bad and conservatives are good. He doesn't mention that the beloved conservatives have fought against every protection and benefit Joe enjoys throughout his day. Joe agrees: "We don't need those big-government liberals ruining our lives! After all, I'm a self-made man who believes everyone should take care of themselves, just like I have."

Note: Labels and party affiliations change. What doesn't change are the underlying political philosophies of liberalism and conservatism, and the fact that the liberals usually turned out to be right and the conservatives turned out to be wrong. And so it goes.

There's a backward ME in TEAM

I've never been much of a team player. There's always somebody out there to repeat the same old crap about there not being an "I" in TEAM. My response is usually that there's a backwards ME in there though. A real team player will point out that there's an "A" there to screw up the backwards ME. Yeah, we all know what "A" stands for and it rhymes with sasshole.

Seems like some aspiring and (supposedly) working screenwriters have an urge to look at writing a screenplay as a team effort. Some of these people even have the audacity to utilize the internet and online communities to write their screenplays. Others are gathering in classes and groups all over the country in the desire to assemble thousands of words into a screenplay of surpassing quality.

Some of these aspiring screenwriters are going to get some really shitty, jealous and uselessly nonconstructive criticism in these groups. They might even have to put up with some dumbass like me who absolutely wastes their time 75% of the time with worthless crap. That waste of time might even extend to worthless blog posts about issues irrelevant to screenwriting that are an absolute waste of time. You folks on internet communities might even just waste so much fucking time that you'll get personally involved in the lives of other screenwriters in your little community. These people are just a waste of time. You'll never meet most of them, so give up on all this community stuff and team player shit.

I've got this damned genetic propensity to rebel with about 75% of my white trash genetics. The other 25% is what keeps pulling me into the time wasting internet community known as Triggerstreet. That's right, 25% of my blood teems with Mennonite/Amish genetics. For all my white trash efforts to be a rebellious little bastard, that damned 25% keeps pulling me back to trying to emulate community stuff like barn raisings and other Mennonite/Amish endeavors.

That 25% genetic curse seems to have pulled me into that community over at Triggerstreet for almost four years. I've wasted a shitload of time over there trying to become a real, consistent, steadily-employed professional screenwriter. I've also wasted my time reading a couple hundred amateur screenplays and have only found a couple that deserve to make it to film. Some of these people are really unappreciative and don't deserve my time on their poorly crafted screenplays. The quantity of time I've wasted on the message boards chatting about crap has been a four year drain on my available time resources. Four years of wasted time.

I'll never get all any of that wasted time back and wouldn't have it any other way. That's right, even my 75% white trash genetics and mentality has begun to appreciate the Triggerstreet community. Wasted time, my ass. There are real people there going through just what I am on a daily basis. We're trying to do something great, the greatness of creating something of surpassing quality. It's tough to try. We get depressed. We get enthused by small successes. We have all of life's little problems that get in the way of creating anything remotely close to a screenplay of surpassing quality. Hell, one of those time wasters over at Triggerstreet squeezed out a little baby girl a few weeks ago and brought a tear to my cynical eye in the depth of the night. Fuck, what a waste of time!

75% of my genetics is that white trash, loner, rebel, tough guy. My dad used to say that I thought I was 10 feet tall and bulletproof. But that was after I choked some douchebag while biting him in the face, and made the douchebag emit a strange gurgling scream noise. Don't worry about any supposed psycho label from that little incident, cuz the guy had it coming plus a bit more than what he received. So it seems that those four years have left me as an unaccomplished internet tough guy who gets all misty-eyed every time some Triggerstreet wench births another future aspiring screenwriter.

If the day comes that I become a professional screenwriter or even that I lose some of the few writing skills and screenwriting knowledge I've attained, I'll be around over at Triggerstreet wasting my precious time. I'll be right over there at Triggerstreet, as long as they'll have me.

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Part 2: Characters for The End of Eden

The story of Chief White Pigeon (Wahbememe) provides an interesting and useful insight into the Potawatomi people and their leadership up to 1830. Wahbememe and many of the other Potawatomi chiefs were middle-aged men who had been involved in Tecumseh’s Rebellion in 1811 and The War of 1812. These chiefs were neither young nor naive. The advance of white settlers was something that the Potawatomi chiefs knew was unstoppable. Experience in war and travel throughout the Midwest and Canada had created a group of middle-aged chiefs who had seen how white settlers absorbed and divided up land for farming. They had seen other tribes driven west from states to the east. They knew very well how their land would be swallowed up and were trying to prepare the best way possible.

Since Wahbememe was a signer of The Treaty of Greenville in 1795, it can be assumed that he was middle-aged man and most likely in his 50’s at the time of his death around 1830. He also was involved with Tecumseh in Tecumseh’s Rebellion around 1811 and fought on the side of the British in the War of 1812. Military records from the War of 1812 also indicate that Wahbememe was an important Potawatomi chief and leader. He was also a recognized leader of a village, because his unoccupied village was destroyed by American soldiers.

When I researched other Potawatomi chiefs living in villages in southwestern Michigan and northern Indiana, many of these leaders of the Potawatomi people at the time of Wahbememe’s sacrifice were also middle-aged men who had experienced war and fighting in the War of 1812 and Tecumseh’s Rebellion. I chose to focus on several chiefs because of their relevance to the story that I wanted to tell. Those chiefs were Metea, Leopold Pokagon, Menominee and Shipshewana. From the many Potawatomi leaders in the area, those characters were chosen to tell the story in The End of Eden for a variety of reasons.

Chief Metea as a character is particularly intriguing. His intellect, education and experience was so complete that he could speak flawless English and was a skilled orator. From my research, his intellect, leadership skills and oratory skills made for the perfect motivation to have Metea murdered. Metea died following “accidentally” drinking poison that he supposedly mistook for whiskey. If you have read Metea’s eloquent speeches, it quickly becomes apparent that he was a true leader of the Potawatomi who would be difficult to control and especially remove. If anyone out there truly believes that Metea mistook poison for whiskey, I have a sweet bridge for sale up at Mackinaw City. I used my belief that Metea was murdered in the screenplay.

Chief White Pigeon and the other Potawatomi leaders were making the best deals and terms in treaties to stay within their reservations and assimilate with white settlers in the treaties made before 1830. The land that would become the city of White Pigeon was ceded to the government by Wahbememe and other chiefs in the Treaty of 1826 in order to build a government road from Detroit to Chicago. They knew that this road would bring white settlers to the area, and it definitely did just that.

One of the first white settlers to the White Pigeon prairie was Leonard Cutler and his family. Leonard had fought in The War of 1812 and wished to return to the White Pigeon prairie to live. On the family’s trip, Leonard became deathly ill and was saved by the Potawatomi when he arrived. It’s a telling statement on the goodwill of the Potawatomi people that they saved the life of one of the first white settlers to their former lands despite him being a former soldier. This bit of actual history serves as the beginning of the story. In my screenplay, Leonard is not only seeking a new home but is distancing himself from the lure of whiskey because of severe alcoholism. He is saved by Wahbememe himself, Leonard offers to teach Wahbememe and the Potawatomi to use the white man’s agriculture.

I know some may feel this is an insult to a thousand years or more of successful agriculture by the Potawatomi people. That might be true if Leonard hadn’t brought a new and state of the art farm implement for the late 1820’s: the cast iron plow. The iron plow was a huge advancement in agriculture. It allowed for a much more rapid advancement of settlers into the west. A farmer using a cast iron plow in the 1820’s was using state of the art machinery. Soils could be plowed and planted that could never have been tilled before. This is yet another reason that the Potawatomi people faced a sudden influx of settlers in the 1830’s and 1840’s. Wahbememe and the other leaders of the Potawatomi would have definitely been intrigued by the cast iron plow and interested in using every advantage possible to live upon their new reservations.

There is a protagonist priest character, Father Stephen Baden. Father Baden ran the Catholic mission at Niles and sought converts to Catholicism throughout the Potawatomi nation. Chief Leopold Pokagon and Chief Menominee were both converts to Catholicism. Leopold Pokagon and the Potawatomi at Niles used the Catholic mission to successfully sue the government to avoid removal west in the 1830’s. Chief Menominee converted to Catholicism and abided by every treaty he signed as a leader to resist removal. Despite Menominee’s conversion to Catholicism and desire to live on his reservation, federal Indian Agents obtained fraudulently signed treaties that ceded his reservation. Menominee was loaded upon a prison wagon at gunpoint for his trip on The Trail of Death west of the Mississippi River.

I’ve thought about changing the priest character to Father Benjamin M. Petit. Although it wouldn’t be as historically accurate, Father Petit sacrificed his health and his life by accompanying the Potawatomi on the “Trail of Death”. If there is a rewrite, he will most likely take the place of Father Baden as the priest character.

Coming up with the antagonist or “bad guys” didn’t take much historical research. The main antagonist is John Shields Tipton. At a young age, John Tipton’s father and uncle (mother’s brother) were killed by the Cherokee in Tennessee. His second wife’s father, Captain Spier Spencer, was killed fighting Indians in The Battle of Tippecanoe in 1811 where Tipton was also a soldier. In addition, even Tipton’s ancestors proclaim that he “was a born Indian hater” and that he “pursued Indian war parties in his early days and lamented in his writings when they escaped”. In his role as a federal Indian Agent, his ancestors state that Tipton “may have at times taken monetary advantage of his position as commissioner of Indian affairs through land dealings and the appointment of friends and relatives to lucrative jobs, he was neither better nor worse than those who served at the time”.

Since Tipton’s father, uncle and father-in-law were all killed fighting Indians and possibly some of them being Potawatomi, any rational person would conclude that a person such as Tipton could not possibly deal impartially as an Indian Agent and that Tipton would be automatically disqualified from such a government position. After securing the job of federal Indian Agent, Tipton served an important role in government efforts to remove the Potawatomi people. He also participated in escorting about 900 Potawatomi people at gunpoint from Indiana to the Mississippi River in 1838 on the “Trail of Death”. His ancestors don’t seem to mention that fact anywhere that I can locate. John Tipton became an easy choice for the number one bad guy of the bunch.

You may wonder how the government could have a character with such contradictory motivations as John Tipton had with the Potawatomi people. Michigan territorial Governor Lewis Cass displayed identical contradictory motives with the Potawatomi people. While Cass negotiated treaties with the Potawatomi that seemed to allow the Potawatomi to live upon their reservations, he also believed firmly in removal of all Indians to lands across the Mississippi River while leading the Potawatomi people to believe otherwise. Lewis Cass was central to implementing the removal policies of president Andrew Jackson. Cass also ran unsuccessfully for president and was pro-slavery utilizing the “Doctrine of Popular Sovereignty”.

Another bad guy/antagonist is Abel C. Pepper. Pepper serves the role in the screenplay as Tipton’s willing lieutenant. In history, Pepper became an Indian Agent too. He followed orders and did everything possible to obtain signed treaties, including bribes, fraud and through the use of whiskey. Pepper also participated in rounding up the Potawatomi people at gunpoint on more than one occasion and lead the Potawatomi people at gunpoint on The Trail of Death. Including him as another antagonist/bad guy was certainly a pleasure.

There are also Potawatomi characters who work in my screenplay as bad guys/antagonists. Pierre Moreau was a French man who married a Potawatomi woman and became a “chief” at the Nottawaseppi reservation. His son, Sauauquette serves as another antagonist. Sauauquette was involved in trading away the Nottawaseppi reservation and is claimed to have boasted of the great sale he had made of the reservation-land owned by the Great Spirit, and that for two quarts of whiskey he would sell the same again should opportunity occur. I could find no known livings relatives of Pierre Moreau or Sauauquette within the Potawatomi people. Sauauquette was murdered before removal west for trading away Potawatomi lands. His grave is on the St. Joseph River in Mendon at a location that I hope to visit one day.

There are also other minor characters based on actual historical characters. Almost all the characters used to tell the story are based on actual characters and events in history. The lives of actual characters and events served to tell the story in The End of Eden. Men who had fought in war less than 20 years earlier come together in the late 1820’s in Michigan. Potawatomi chiefs and people faced an influx of settlers who would rapidly change their landscapes and lives. The history of these characters provided more than enough material for a movie and more than a story about why Wahbememe heroically sacrificed his life for his friends.

Screenplay available as a pdf file at: http://www.mediafire.com/?rnmjimon25h

More to come...

The Potawatomi people and The End of Eden

About a year ago, I finished a screenplay called THE END OF EDEN based on a Potawatomi chief named Wahbememe or “White Pigeon”. A monument to Chief White Pigeon is located just outside of the Michigan city that bears his name and tells part of what is his story. “In memory of Wahbememe, Chief White Pigeon who about 1830 gave his life to save the settlement at this place”. Then along the base of the monument, “Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends”. Chief White Pigeon gave his life by running 150 miles from Detroit to a small settlement that most likely was called Millville to warn the settlers there and then passed away from exhaustion.

Screenplay available as a pdf file at: http://www.mediafire.com/?rnmjimon25h


Chief White Pigeon’s grave sits near the intersection of two former Indian trails that would become US-131 and US-12. I still remember the day that my mother let us skip a day from elementary school for a trip to visit relatives. On that day, we stopped on our trip to visit Chief White Pigeon’s grave. Being about 6 or 7 years old, I distinctly remember staring at the granite monument on that warm spring day and questioning what had motivated this man to run so far that he died. It made enough of an impression on me that I could have told you the basic story of Chief White Pigeon at any time after that day. I’ve passed through that intersection several hundred times and stopped at Chief White Pigeon’s grave at least a dozen times since that motherly inspired day of truancy almost 40 years ago.

More from accident than intention, I became an aspiring screenwriter several years ago. If you want the story of how or why that happened, it’s covered partially in my blog. I can fill you in on the details for anyone wanting to know more. The idea for using Chief White Pigeon's heroic action and his death as the subject matter for a screenplay also came mostly by accident. While searching for some genealogical information on the internet, Wahbememe’s monument kept coming up in searches. Wahbememe popped up often enough to finally get my attention. There it was, a great concept for a movie.

It was in the wee hours of the morning, when I should have been working on a still half-finished screenplay, that my journey into writing The End of Eden began. Thankfully, I have had the opportunity to research and learn about Wahbememe, Potawatomi history, Michigan history and the history of the first settlers to southwestern Michigan. Yet nothing that I learned provided the answer to the question I’d asked myself 40 years earlier. I exhausted every historical resource and will most likely never find the answer to the motivation for Wahbememe's heroic trek. What I did find was something much better, the history of the Potawatomi people.

If you read or even skim my screenplay, it’s very important to realize that the basis for the basic story must center on settlers and the local Potawatomi people near what is now called White Pigeon, Michigan. Even without a complete answer to why Wahbememe heroically sacrificed his life 180 years ago, I knew there was more than enough for a screenplay after only a couple hours of research into the Potawatomi people, government officials and Michigan settlers. The best possible motivation for a screenwriter occurred during those first few hours of research. I became angry, offended and really pissed off. One of the most crushing lessons that I’ve had to learn from my life is this: that people in positions of power are far too often corrupt, criminal, unethical, venal, self-serving and duplicitous. And here I was again finding the same bad guys jumping off the pages of history books. Every great movie needs those bad guys(antagonists) and the good guys (protagonists), and it didn’t take long to find amazing examples of both.

More to come tomorrow...

My next post will be prior to April 1

Last year I wrote a screenplay for film based on the life of a Potawatomi historical chief named Wahbememe or White Pigeon. Before April 1st, I'm planning to write something about what I learned in my research to write the screenplay.

Here is a link to the screenplay through Mediafire. It should allow you to download the screenplay as a pdf file.

http://www.mediafire.com/?rnmjimon25h

Or you can copy and paste this to bring it up:

http://www.mediafire.com/file/rnmjimon25h/J:\THE END OF EDEN V 1TS.pdf

If my blog seems somewhat inactive, that is the reason.