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Some people called me crazy before the elections because I warned America about this very thing. Who am I anyway? A young woman of 47that wasn't around during WW II? I don't have a college education. In fact I only know one person who lived through the concentration camps in Germany. This person, whom I call Dad Sluyter (not a biological father), is now gone from us. In fact many from that era are slipping away. The younger generation has no real clue about what happened.

I present to you Dr. Kaiser, a student of history, who does know what he is talking about. It sounds reminiscent of what was written a year ago.


Take the three minutes to read this.

Maybe he is wrong. What if he is right?

David Kaiser is a respected historian whose published works have covered a broad range of topics, from European Warfare to American League Baseball. Born in 1947, the son of a diplomat, Kaiser spent his childhood in three capital cities: Washington D.C., Albany, New York and Dakar, Senegal . He attended Harvard University, graduating there in 1969 with a B.A. in history. He then spent several years more at Harvard, gaining a PhD in history, which he obtained in 1976. He served in the Army Reserve from 1970 to 1976.

He is a professor in the Strategy and Policy Department of the United States Naval War College. He
has previously taught at Carnegie Mellon, Williams College and Harvard University. Kaiser's latest book, The Road to Dallas, about the Kennedy assassination, was just published by Harvard University Press.


Dr. David Kaiser


History Unfolding


I am a student of history. Professionally, I have written 15 books on history that have been published in six languages, and I have studied history all my life. I have come to think there is something monumentally large afoot, and I do not believe it is simply a banking crisis, or a mortgage crisis, or a credit crisis. Yes these exist, but they are merely single facets on a very large gemstone that is only now coming into a sharper focus.

Something of historic proportions is happening. I can sense it because I know how it feels, smells, what it looks like, and how people react to it. Yes,

a perfect storm may be brewing, but there is something happening within our country that has been evolving for about ten to fifteen years. The

pace has dramatically quickened in the past two.

We demand and then codify into law the requirement that our banks make massive loans to people we know they can never pay back? Why?

We learned just days ago that the Federal Reserve, which has little or no real oversight by anyone, has "loaned" two trillion dollars (that is $2,000,000,000,000) over the past few months, but will not tell us to whom or why or disclose the terms. That is our money. Yours and mine. And that is three times the $700 billion we all argued about so strenuously just this past September. Who has this money? Why do they have it? Why are the terms unavailable to us? Who asked for it? Who authorized it? I thought this was a government of "we the people," who loaned our powers to our elected leaders. Apparently not.

We have spent two or more decades intentionally de-industrializing our economy. Why?

We have intentionally dumbed down our schools, ignored our history, and no longer teach our founding documents, why we are exceptional, and why we are worth preserving. Students by and large cannot write, think critically, read, or articulate. Parents are not revolting, teachers are not picketing, school boards continue to back mediocrity. Why?

We have now established the precedent of protesting every close election (violently in California over a proposition that is so controversial that it simply wants marriage to remain defined as between one man and one woman. Did you ever think such a thing possible just a decade ago?) We have corrupted our sacred political process by allowing unelected judges to write laws that radically change our way of life, and then mainstream Marxist groups like ACORN and others to turn our voting system into a banana republic. To what purpose?

Now our mortgage industry is collapsing, housing prices are in free fall, major industries are failing, our banking system is on the verge of collapse, social security is nearly bankrupt, as is Medicare and our entire government. Our education system is worse than a joke (I teach college and I know precisely what I am talking about) - the list is staggering in its length, breadth, and depth. It is potentially 1929 x ten...And we are at war with an enemy we cannot even name for fear of offending people of the same religion, who, in turn, cannot wait to slit the throats of your children if they have the opportunity to do so.

And finally, we have elected a man that no one really knows anything about, who has never run so much as a Dairy Queen, let alone a town as big as Wasilla , Alaska ... All of his associations and alliances are with real radicals in their chosen fields of employment, and everything we learn about him, drip by drip, is unsettling if not downright scary (Surely you have heard him speak about his idea to create and fund a mandatory civilian defense force stronger than our military for use inside our borders? No? Oh, of course. The media would never play that for you over and over and then demand he answer it.


Mr. Obama's winning platform can be boiled down to one word:Change. Why?

I have never been so afraid for my country and for my children as I am now.

This man campaigned on bringing people together, something he has never, ever done in his professional life. In my assessment, Obama will divide us along philosophical lines, push us apart, and then try to realign the pieces into a new and different power structure. Change is indeed coming. And when it comes, you will never see the same nation again.

And that is only the beginning..

As a serious student of history, I thought I would never come to experience what the ordinary, moral German must have felt in the mid-1930s In those times, the "savior" was a former smooth-talking rabble-rouser from the streets, about whom the average German knew next to nothing. What they should have known was that he was associated with groups that shouted, shoved, and pushed around people with whom they disagreed; he edged his way onto the political stage through great oratory. Conservative "losers" read it right now.

And there were the promises. Economic times were tough, people were losing jobs, and he was a great speaker. And he smiled and frowned and waved a lot. And people, even newspapers, were afraid to speak out for fear that his "brown shirts" would bully and beat them into submission. Which they did - regularly. And then, he was duly elected to office, while a full-throttled economic crisis bloomed at hand - the Great Depression. Slowly, but surely, he seized the controls of government power, person by person, department by department, bureaucracy by bureaucracy. The children of German citizens were, at first, encouraged to join a Youth Movement in his name where they were taught exactly what to think. Later, they were required to do so. No Jews of course,

How did he get people on his side? He did it by promising jobs to the jobless, money to the money-less, and rewards for the military-industrial complex. He did it by indoctrinating the children, advocating gun control, health care for all, better wages, better jobs, and promising to re-instill pride once again in the country, across Europe, and across the world. He did it with a compliant media - did you know that? And he did this all in the name of justice and .... . .. change. And the people surely got what they voted for.

If you think I am exaggerating, look it up. It's all there in the history books.

So read your history books. Many people of conscience objected in 1933 and were shouted down, called names, laughed at, and ridiculed. When Winston Churchill pointed out the obvious in the late 1930s while seated in the House of Lords in England (he was not yet Prime Minister), he was booed into his seat and called a crazy troublemaker. He was right, though. And the world came to regret that he was not listened to.

Do not forget that Germany was the most educated, the most cultured country in Europe. It was full of music, art, museums, hospitals, laboratories, and universities. And yet, in less than six years (a shorter time span than just two terms of the U. S. presidency) it was rounding up its own citizens, killing others, abrogating its laws, turning children against parents, and neighbors against neighbors.. All with the best of intentions, of course. The road to Hell is paved with them.

As a practical thinker, one not overly prone to emotional decisions, I have a choice: I can either believe what the objective pieces of evidence tell me (even if they make me cringe with disgust); I can believe what history is shouting to me from across the chasm of seven decades; or I can hope I am wrong by closing my eyes, having another latte, and ignoring what is transpiring around me.

I choose to believe the evidence. No doubt some people will scoff at me, others laugh, or think I am foolish, naive, or both. To some degree, perhaps I am. But I have never been afraid to look people in the eye and tell them exactly what I believe-and why I believe it.

I pray I am wrong. I do not think I am. Perhaps the only hope is our vote in the next elections.

David Kaiser
Jamestown , Rhode Island
United States

Copyright 2009. All rights reserved by Linda S. Scanlan

Famous Family Night Review  

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Famous Family Night Reviewed on LDS Women's Book Review


I was thrilled to read Sheila's review of Famous Family Nights over on LDS Women's Book Review yesterday.

Sheila sent me an email interview earlier in the week and I nearly missed responding because we have a house move in process. I didn't know a blog post was this imminent, so it was a lovely surprise on a cold, wet, way-too-busy day. Thank you, Sheila, and the staff at LDS Women's Book Review. You all do a great job letting readers know about current LDS books.

Below is a snippet from Sheila's post. To read the whole thing, together with the interview, please visit LDS Women's Book Review.
I have to say, one of my favorite sections was written by one of my favorite author friends, Josi Kilpack, called "Healthy Bodies, Healthy Spirits". It made me crack up! Josi has the best sense of humor and it shows in her contribution to this book! :) Then I really appreciated the section by, Shannon Hoffman. She also is a single parent like me. It was good to see how to have FHE's when you are having to fly solo and keeping things running in your family. I also really loved Eric Dodge, a country music singer, and his chapter called, "Nothing as Valuable as Family". I have to admit here, I could go through this whole book and tell you what I liked about each chapter. I found something worthwhile to be used with my own little family, from every contributor.

I highly recommend this book to every family out there! It doesn't matter what kind of family you are, there is something for you in this great book that Anne Bradshaw compiled. With Christmas heading our way quickly, this book would be a fabulous gift for family members.
LATEST NEWS - Famous Family Nights is #1 in Deseret Book's online Family Home Evening category at Deseretbook.com!

Copyright 2009. All rights reserved by Linda S. Scanlan

Famous Family Nights  

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Wednesday, September 30, 2009
GIVE-AWAY - Linda Keilbart Scanlan Giving Away Forged in the Refiner's Fire

This week, author, poet, and Navy war veteran Linda Keilbart Scanlan (another contributor to Famous Family Nights), is giving away a copy of a book to which she contributed called Forged in the Refiner's Fire by Candace E. Salima and Elizabeth A. Cheever.

Author Heather B. Moore in her review of Forged in the Refiner’s Fire says: “I immediately found myself caught up in the stories of the trials and tribulations that others have gone through (some are well-known LDS names such as entertainer Merrill Osmond, author Tristi Pinkston, etc.). These are stories from the heart—stories that have changed lives. From an unwanted painful divorce, to a debilitating injury, to a childless couple—many walks of life are examined. Do these stories have good endings? Not necessarily—because they are true stories—about the ebb and flow of living a good life in spite of difficult challenges. About finding and maintaining faith against the odds.”

Linda Scanlan has won numerous poetry awards, and was nominated by the International Society of Poets as the "New Poet of the Year for 2004". Her children's book ONE sells to an international market. Linda has written a new book that will be released early next year. Visit her blog at Focus On One.

GIVE-AWAY RULES:

Mention this week's give away on your blog (linked back to my blog), OR on Facebook (click on Anne Bradshaw and add me as your friend if not already), and then return and leave a comment here on my blog (with a link back to you).That's it!

The contest runs for a week, ending Wednesday, October 7th, and there will be a reminder at the top of my blog each day. The winner is chosen from the comments. The prize comes direct from Linda.

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Labels: Books, give-away, Linda Scanlon, Navy war veteran, ONE, poet, poetry

Copyright 2009. All rights reserved by Linda S. Scanlan

A Reverent Tribute to My Father  

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"The Great and Dreadful Trip to Disneyland

Memories of Grandpa always started in the morning and worked their way through the day. Coffee; just the word conjures up images of the jolly, old man I know as Grandpa. Coffee leads to images of breakfast. Not just any breakfast, but a full concourse of food. Proteins, carbohydrates, fruits and sugars were on the menu when he came to visit. Images of old cars, peacocks and auctions added to the uniqueness of this man. How then did I not cry when he died?

The end began with a trip to Disneyland. The anticipation of the trip mounted as each week went creeping by. This rare occasion of a family vacation was courtesy of my sister Jennifer. Her financial windfall paid for the trip. The timing of the trip was courtesy of my cousin Barney. He was getting married.

A two night stay in Las Vegas wasn’t necessarily the happiest moment of the trip. The heat was producing its own sweat. It lay heavy, smothering all foreigners.

The lights of Las Vegas were nice the first time I saw them, but it got old really fast. Eating out at restaurants is very high on my list of pet peeves. Las Vegas had buffets. The buffets were located inside the casinos. The casinos were brightly lit 24/7 with neon lights. Glitz is nice for the occasional festivity. How could someone live in glitz all the time?

The wedding itself was bearable, but only barely. The wedding was held in an upper room of a bar. The scenic over view was on an open patio. The misting fans were of little comfort.

The theme of the wedding/reception was the roaring twenties. The groom and groomsmen were dressed as mafia. The bride and her maids were flappers. The crowd was mixed with jean and T-shirt well wishers, along with the well dressed family members. The Word of Wisdom was hidden behind society’s alcoholic vices.

Add all of these ingredients, mix well and come out of Las Vegas with a troubled stomach and a headache. The escape from such a different environment was greeted with new books from Barnes and Noble. A smile was now firmly on my face as we left the City of Lights and headed towards Las Angeles.

Las Angeles was a different creature from either Rigby or Las Vegas. We stayed with a friend of the family named Kathy. Her one bedroom apartment somehow fit our party of four and her household of two. Cramped it may have been, but the comfort of a home was nice.

Her hospitality reminded me of my Grandpa as she offered eggs, toast, cereal, scones and fruit for breakfast. She gave the kids full control of the remote. Beds were made up on the floor at night and taken up in the morning. Homemade curtains and second hand furniture completed the comfortable atmosphere of her home.

Finally the day I had anticipated for months, dawned ever so casually in the California sky. Cloud cover made the weather perfect. The sea breeze made me forget all about the scorching Nevada desert we had left the day before.

Arriving at the magical land of amusement, which was once only a dream in the mind of its creator, we were pleasantly surprised. Disneyland offered a free three day pass to American vets. Mom qualified. The dependents of the vet received discounted three day passes. Jenn’s financial savings were over three hundred dollars.

I wanted the first stop to be in Adventure Land. The “Pirates of the Caribbean” ride called to me in the steady beating of my heart. My heart burned as if I were truly a descendant of Jack Sparrow.

Alas, it was not to be so. After all my sister was paying for this trip and her heart was as light as the blue birds that accompanied Cinderella, so Fantasy Land was our first stop.

Roller coasters and water rides filled our morning. Our minds were focused on the next area of excitement. The lines were of no consequence since Mom was our ticket to the head of the line for every ride. We had finally found a good use for her physical ailments!

The day past swiftly. We hesitated when buying souvenirs. We still had two more days of adventure to figure out what we wanted. Little did we know that night, our window of opportunity closed as we walked out of the park.

Our group made its way back to our home away from home, crashing instantly when we hit the beds. We dreamed of the joy and fun we had experienced that day; waiting for yet another to come.

Chinatown was the adventure for the new day. This was a new cultural experience for me. The closest I had ever gotten to China was at a restaurant. I saw in movies how the Chinese in Chinatown always said “one dollar” or “five dollar”; I thought that it was a bunch of bologna. Lo and behold Hollywood does not exaggerate everything; the Chinese there indeed speak in that manner.

We were walking down the street taking everything in when we decided that we would go into one store. As we meandered through the store we discovered a “back room”. To our disbelief the back room turned out to be a bazaar which covered the entire block. We walked in fascination as one stall after another appeared before us. It was like a maze. We almost got lost, but who can really get lost when we’re talking about a one block area? Clothes were bought at low prices. After much walking and shopping we decided it was time to head back home. It still boggles my mind when I think we spent half a day shopping and only covered one block. Grandpa would have had a blast there.

We dropped Kathy off at her place and headed for Jack’s cousin’s house. We planned on staying the night in a motel and leave the next day. Dinner was at their house. They had no kids at home so I just read my book.

When I reached the end of my book we got the call. It seemed like fate. Grandpa had passed away. I didn’t cry. Maybe somehow I knew it was going to happen. Maybe I just thought it was time.

There would not be another day at Disneyland. The excitement and anticipation now slipped quietly away; a natural reverence for a man who had brought so much amusement and joy into my life.

It’s been four months since Grandpa died. I still haven’t cried. I’m not sad. I don’t think my grandpa would want me to be sad. Even now, when I think of him, I smell the faintest scent of coffee, almost as if he’s right here with me. "

This was written by my daughter as a class assignment. What a beautiful, reverent tribute to her grandfather.

My father died from complications of diabetes which was contracted from exposure to Agent Orange during the Vietnam War. His last day on earth was spent fully serving others. Planting vegetables ina garden for his wife, driving the elderly to a doctors appointment (he was 72 when he died) and was in the process of checking on a sick member of his church when he had a massive heart attack and died.

His life wasn't always so pure and devoted, but his true conversion to Jesus Christ is an example for us all. When he learned a principle or concept about Christs doctrine he would implement into his own life. He shared his thoughts and reasoning with his children. He was in short a good man.

Copyright 2009. All rights reserved by Linda S. Scanlan

Telling It Like It Is  

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Way to GO Preparedness Pro!! Straight forward and to the point. You gotta love it. If you like this article, then you also need to be watching Glenn Beck.



Preparedness is a full-time job for me. I live it, breathe it, and think about it constantly. Obviously I teach and write about it regularly as well. I used a Saturday this weekend to learn about how I can be better prepared. Then I spent some more “spare” time reading a novel that illustrates other possibilities I may not be prepared for yet. Why? Because I believe that preparedness is about honor.

Many people would label those who strive to be better prepared as paranoid lunatics. And yet they would not think of calling our honorable men and women who serve in the military, who are on night watch with AR-15s in hand right now, “paranoid.” Are those of us who are watching carefully to what is going on around us and trying to mitigate our losses of life and freedom “paranoid?” No. A person who is prepared is honorable. They are willing to carry their own weight to protect themselves and those they love, instead of naively or cowardly delegating that responsibility to others. We are all night watchmen. We all need to honorably command our posts as careful guards over our family’s safety, nutrition, and peace. None can delegate that responsibility without bringing shame upon themselves. It’s hard to think this way when we’re enjoying life’s luxuries or being tossed to and fro with life’s schedule, but it doesn’t change the state of what truly is. There is honor in being prepared, not paranoia.

If you’re not paranoid, then surely you must be crazy, right? Tell that to the police officer who disciplines himself to train 3 times a week with his firearm instead of relinquishing his lifesaving skills to the whopping TWO times a year his department pays for firearm training. He’s not crazy. He values the breath of life—whether it be his own, his partner, his family, or members of his community. The Supreme Court says he’s not obligated to protect any citizen—he’s only required to protect the interests of the State, City or County he’s hired by. So certainly he doesn’t require shooting practice 3 times a week to protect a non-living, breathing entity, right? (Yes, that’s sarcasm.) We are ALL defenders of our community, family, and selves. We cannot delegate that responsibility to someone else—not today and certainly not in the future in the midst of some disaster. There is honor in being prepared, not a label of being mentally deranged.

Preparedness isn’t about hoarding. It doesn’t mean you have a scarcity mentality. If that were the case then there are millions of farmers, Amish, and Mennonite people throughout the U.S. that believe that the world as we know it will end tomorrow. (This list would also include the founders of Costco, Sam’s Club, and BJ’s!) It isn’t hoarding to have a year’s supply of food, water, and other necessities. Rather it’s the epitome of the Boy Scout theme! Having supplies of food and water has nothing to do with hoarding. It’s about fighting back against inflation, poisonous food recalls, disasters, crazy crowds, limited time, future “nutrition” manipulation, water contamination, etc. It doesn’t take much more time to pay for 6 cases of chicken than it does to pay for one. And at least one who prepares is PAYING for their items. Would our critics prefer that we simply become looters in a time of trouble and chaos? I watch herds of looters on my television screen every time a disaster of a hurricane or tornado is imminent. And I still have yet to seen one of the cowardly opportunists be prosecuted in court. Is it not more honorable to financially stabilize our homes by being prepared with the bounty that is available now, rather than become criminals or desperate cowards in the future? Clearly, there is honor in being prepared, not a scarcity mentality.

Is there one shred of honor in the person who claims “I’m coming to your house when things go south” and means it? How would you respond if a person were to say, “When I run out of money, I’m coming to your bank account”? Or “When I get sick because I was foolish, I’m bringing my disease to your house to let you care for me.” “When I lose my job, I’ll just eat your food, have you pay my bills, and pay for my schooling.” Of course there’s no honor, integrity, or virtue in these thought processes. And yet it is these same individuals who mock and impede those who would prepare themselves for just such occasions. When one takes themselves out of the selfish “me, me, me” mode and begins to think about the care and nurturing of others, there’s honor. When one decides NOT to violate eternal laws by delegating the responsibility of taking care of their fellowmen to some governmental agency, there’s honor. When one looks past today to prepare for the well-being of those they love tomorrow, there’s honor. When one actually prepares to put themselves in a position where they actually HAVE something to share with others who have nothing, there’s honor.

Yes, there is certainly honor in being prepared.

Copyright 2009 Preparedness Pro & Kellene Bishop. All rights reserved.

Copyright 2009. All rights reserved by Linda S. Scanlan

America Don't Be Fooled  

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The fight (struggle from within) is for the individual freedoms of American citizens. Call it Health care Reform or Co-op it is the same idea under a different label. The government is our own worst enemy right now. We have allowed them in our homes and lives to the extent that their God complex has been shaped by the very people they are sworn to protect.


As a military member I swore to protect this country from all enemies foreign and domestic. Well people it is domestic now and we need to protect this land with every ounce of energy we have. Town hall meetings, phone calls, pressure on congress and the mighty word are working across the nation. Our one voice has become many. The volume is ever increasing in the ears of Washington. Our coastal waves will soon be an over whelming tide of Americans demanding their voices be heard and obeyed.

This article that follows is precise as to what Washington wants to do with health care reform. Do not be fooled. It is still as dangerous as before.


"Co-op Compromise" is Plan B for Obama - not a victory for America

It appears that the public option is being dumped in favor of the "co-op". While this might seem like a victory, it is far from it - it is a compromise to ever expanding government.

Government is teetering on the edge of critical mass and invading every aspect of our lives. The rapid pace of the Obama Adminstration's expansion was made possible by the slow encroachment of growing government - on a groundwork built by Democrats and Republicans alike for almost 100 years now.

The "co-op" option coming out of D.C. right now is just one more such encroachment, one more incremental click towards totalitarianism. If it is wrong to have a public option, why is it right for government to seed non-profit cooperatives? If government intervention is wrong, it is wrong on principle. Wrong on the principle that it still violates the rights of some individuals who are forced to pay for cooperatives that they do not wish to participate in.

This point should be made very clearly - if there are 299,999,999 Americans who want government to pay for insurance, but just 1 who opposes it. That single American should not be forced to spend a penny on any kind of public plan, because we don't live in a democracy that allows society to bully individuals, we live in a republic that upholds the rights of individuals.

Our pressure should not relent, all representatives should be held to the standards set by our Founders in their fight for our republic. Any representative that supports a co-op plan supports the status quo of government intervention in our lives.

We must advocate for Capitalism which is the only system that subordinates the will of the government to the will of the individual.
Copyright 2009. All rights reserved by Linda S. Scanlan

"Cry for Freedom" Contest sponsored by Valor Publishing & Mark Shurtleff  

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UTAH STATE ATTORNEY GENERAL MARK L. SHURTLEFF RELEASES BOOK AM I NOT A MAN? THE DRED SCOTT STORY AND SPONSORS CONTEST WITH PUBLISHER, VALOR PUBLISHING GROUP

10 August 2009 - OREM, UT -- Utah Attorney General Mark Shurtleff will release his first historical novel Am I Not a Man? The Dred Scott Story on Tuesday, November 3, 2009. In celebration of the life, courage and strength of Dred Scott, Mark Shurtleff, working in conjunction with his publisher, Valor Publishing Group, LLC has launched a contest:

Entrants will submit a 600-word essay on the concept of Freedom and compete for a prize including an heirloom quality, signed, limited edition of Shurtleff's novel and dinner for two with the Attorney General at The Market Street Grill in Salt Lake City. All entries must be emailed to Contests and be received by midnight, September 15, 2009. The winner will be announced on the Valor website, October 1, 2009.

The story of Dred Scott shaped American history and affects our lives today. An illiterate slave, Dred Scott trusted in an all-white, slave-owning jury to declare him free. But after briefly experiencing the glory of freedom and manhood, a new state Supreme Court ordered the cold steel of the shackles to be closed again around his wrists and ankles. Falling to his knees, Dred cried, "Ain't I a man?" Dred answered his own question by rising and taking his fight to the U.S. Supreme Court. Dred ultimately lost his epic battle when the Chief Justice declared that a black man was so inferior that he had "no rights a white man was bound to respect."

"There are parts of this book where I wept as I read the passages," said publisher and author Candace E. Salima. "The strength and courage of Dred Scott are the reasons Abraham Lincoln became president, and the horrific judgment denying him his freedom and recognition as a human being is still used by our federal government today. Mark Shurtleff has done a phenomenal job breathing life into this incredible man who lived so long ago but whose life still affects us today. It is, indeed, the story of a man from whom we can all be deeply inspired."

The life and times of Dred Scott leap off the page in a brilliantly written novel worthy of every home, school and city library.

Am I Not a Man? The Dred Scott Story will be available in stores on Tuesday, November 3, 2009. Pre-orders are available through Labor Day via the Valor Publishing Group website only.

You may now pre-order a SPECIAL LIMITED EDITION Am I Not a Man: The Dred Scott Story by Mark L. Shurtleff. There are 5,000 autographed, personalized and numbered copies available, to be shipped 15 October 2009. Once the 5,000 special copies are gone, regular pre-orders will be available. Orders above 5 copies will need to have special shipping arrangements. Please add valorpublishinggroup.com to your safe list so that you will receive any communications from Valor Publishing Group in regards to your order. So place your order now!

Valor Publishing Group urges contestants to go to Valor's website for contest rules, specific submission requirements and prize description.

For further information please contact:

Candace E. Salima
Email: candace@valorpublishinggroup.com
Website: http://valorpublishinggroup.com
Contest: http://valorpublishinggroup.com/contests.htm

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