Scientists Shocked As They Find Melanesians Carry DNA Of An Unknown “Human” Species

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I was taken aback by this article yesterday. It stated that:

“Hints of an unidentified, extinct human species have been found in the DNA of modern Melanesians – those living in a region of the South Pacific, northeast of Australia. According to new genetic modelling, the species is unlikely to be Neanderthal or Denisovan – two ancient species that are represented in the fossil record – but could represent a third, unknown human relative that has so far eluded archaeologists.”

Science…evolution.. that’s where they are lost. That’s where the theory of removing our Savior from government and systems originally was adopted. It is actually taught and enforced in institutions to separate government from religion.

Now this..Neanderthal’s and Denisovan’s, known to scientists to have migrated from Africa and Asia, are species that are not human…Something I did not believe was this theory about different tribes. Such thought forged by these theories was, when Noah and his children boarded the ark, they brought bears, tigers and wolves, which were later determined by scientists to be Asians and African Americans, while the 3rd human DNA (Pacific islanders) remained unknown.

If you read into these theories that were taught in Stanford University by Louis Agassiz, there’s a possibility that it may confuse or stir anger on the assumptions that as humans, we’re hybrids comprised of different hominid species. Louis Agassiz gathered this theory of polygenism and monogenism thoroughly with belief that nothing beyond any Supreme Power existed, just scientific evolution.

Shortly after he assumed this along with his ideas of the Table of Nation, the biggest earthquake in the history of San Francisco occurred. What happened after that? The statue of Louis on Stanford University campus was found upside down; its head stuck into the cement floor, with its legs up in the air.

West Papua, an island that falls under Melanesia, is still suffering under genocide and slavery. Its natural resource found on its lands is gold. That gold is shipped to Mint and is used for IRA bit coins. No thank you scientists, Jesus Christ is my Savior and He is my Maker.

We need to look into the crisis that is occurring in #WestPapua. Families are dying and are barely surviving slavery and genocide in this country.

Lastly, I beg to differ on your theory, and thank you scientists, Jesus Christ is my Savior and He is my Maker.



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Reflections of Saturdays in the Samoan islands

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Besides the loud 2AP announcements from the radio, the clacking sounds of hammers, lawn mowers, and woods from the cooking huts – are the noises that reverberates normally across a Samoan village on Saturdays. At least where I grew up, around the neighborly areas, a weekend is a day to do extra work around the house, and to prepare for Sunday and the week ahead.

The umu, or outdoor cooking hut is always a priority for the men, because Sundays are most notably an important day to cook up all sorts of meals for a family to enjoy after church service. Aside from the cooking preparations, women sweep, clean and take care of the laundry before the sun rises. That way, as usual, the clothes are readily pinned up on laundry lines while anticipating the sunrise heat to dry.

Men also visit farms to clean and bring loads of produce to cook on Sunday. Their loads mainly consists of food, and wood used to prepare the meals. When all the cleaning and Sunday preparations are done, then breakfast will be served – usually around an hour close to noon. No one ever eats breakfast before any chores in Samoa. All chores must be done before eating. Sweat comes before eating. The important thing to any family is getting all the chores out of the way, before sunrise.

And it always works like an early bird for a Samoan.



Quiz: Can You Pass a Fourth-Grade Science Test? — TIME

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This issue had me question the level and initial goal of standardized tests for students….What do you think of tests for diverse students?  For me, I have bones to pick about this… Read below

Science is always advancing—but kids still need to start with the basics, from how animals are born to the way electricity flows. The National Assessment of Educational Progress, which measures students’ science knowledge, tests those topics and more—and the most recent results show that U.S. fourth-graders improved their scores in 2015 compared to 2009, when…

via Quiz: Can You Pass a Fourth-Grade Science Test? — TIME

I think tests were only used to justify genetic theories written by polygenists and monogenists.  It is accurate that these tests are determined to be irrational that environmental factors are affecting the gap, not genetics. The only reason why there is a lower percentage of diverse students who achieved higher scores for any test  is that the systems were historically equipped not to allow diverse students in most schools—not because diverse students are less intelligent.

We must be reminded that tests are faulty indicators of student potential, but does not connect to anything nor does it interpret student abilities and talents. Must I add, it cannot measure all talents that a student has nor can it measure the types of intelligence that exists. It makes no sense at all. 75% believes that these test were strictly developed in the earlier days of restricting minorities from certain institutions.

Nowadays, times have extremely changed. Laws and policies have been adjusted to proactively enforce equality, and thorough explanation of segmented theories are being approached and brought to light in lieu of the racial theories that were once practiced way back then. Standardized tests should not be administered to determine the potential of students. There is successful inclusion today. If there isn’t one reform inclusion, then we wouldn’t have to still bubble in our ethnic backgrounds on a test.


Woman Awarded $70 Million in Suit Claiming Baby Powder Caused Her Cancer — TIME

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This article caught my attention somehow….



A St. Louis jury on Thursday awarded a California woman more than $70 million in her lawsuit alleging that years of using Johnson & Johnson’s baby powder caused her cancer, the latest case raising concerns about the health ramifications of extended talcum powder use. The jury ruling ended the trial that began Sept. 26 in…

via Woman Awarded $70 Million in Suit Claiming Baby Powder Caused Her Cancer — TIME

I think it was over a year ago when I heard it on the radio on my way to work. Her family stated that shortly after she had began using baby powder, that she was diagnosed with cancer. It took me back by surprise and also into thinking whether these research and clinical studies are legit for products prior to distributing it out publicly – especially with a product that expands its stocks tremendously in the investor market.

Another reason this stood out to me more, would in some way formulate a call to reform the production and development of these products, where it does not use animals for clinical tests. There’s a great percentage of animals affected by inhumane clinical trials. When the products are put out in the market, it is bringing out more side effects than scientifically that was approved by label auditors.


Bullying is shitty!

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It was an ordinary day. I had just finished a project at my elementary school and was making my way home. A bus parked at a bus stop near my walking route after school. Its streaking brakes made a loud noise when it stopped. A group of high school kids walked out. It was obvious they were trouble after witnessing the driver stepping out of his seat with his hand out. Apparently, while the kids were laughing and playing hokey-pokey on the stairs of the bus, one of them didn’t pay a bus fare. I didn’t know that the whole time I was observing what they were doing, that I would soon be laying on the floor ducking punches from them.

I continued walking home quietly. I heard their loud choohoo’s and profanities while walking behind me. I thought I was safe considering the fact that I was near home. I was nervous in a way, as I didn’t know if I was even capable of being a threat to anyone with my bright red shirt, two big books and a piece of Ikaika sand art, barely held in by the outer sacks of my Jansport backpack. Just when I turned into a spot, where I normally walked past before and after school,  a voice called out, “Wassup Blood!!”

Are you kidding me?

I didn’t look back. I tried to walk away as fast as I could. But it was too late. They caught on and the mischief obviously made me skip a step like flash across the tarmac. I caught myself in airborne, before being subdued on my hard cover books. I felt those mangled scrapes on my knees from the tarmac I had just belly surfed on. And while I thought this would be their only attempt to get my attention, it was only the beginning. After one kick towards my back, I anticipated a gap or a chance to run.

But what would that do, I thought.  They would probably run after me. Meanwhile, allow them to relish more of this madness while kicking me every time the words, Blood Killah, What set you from and Cripstahs, muttered madly out of their mouths.

I am not a gang member. Why are they doing this? Is it out of fear for themselves? Or their leader? Where in anything I wore, as a 5th grader, would trigger such madness? Those were the only words floating around in my head.

But it didn’t stop them. That memory still immobilized in my temporal lobes and preceded to trigger madness out of me in the days, weeks, months and years that followed. Even the moment they ran off after one of the girls told them all, “She gon’ tell on us, watch! She’s going to get her family on us! Let’s go man!”

When they ran off, I picked up my books and ripped the Ikaika sand art to dab the scrapes on my knee. I literally cried, while forcing my hands from pulling my nappy hair back, to hide my face from anyone nearby. For anyone to discover that I had just got my ass beat by high schoolers, was the last thing I needed. At least for the time being, as I had imagined, while I had time to fabricate a story to my family how these scabs ended up on my knees. It was impossible to lure myself into a myriad of why’s. I felt humiliated at first especially while thinking it through that not only I wasn’t a gang banging kid, I had just got beat up for a shirt recently purchased from a thrifty store.

After everything that happened that day, I still fondly remember how that story ended a few years ago. Very few years ago. I was a 5th grader when I experienced being bullied. It was my first but not the last. I never hated red so much in my life. Yet, along the way, I grew rebellious to speak up against it, even became physically confrontational with people older or bigger than me – who were so fond of picking on others.

It never occurred to me that after going through years of anger and vividly remembering details of that very day I was jumped, that I would soon become a case manager for clienteles who sought new beginnings for housing, food, clothing and financial needs. In a nutshell, I can only tell you that my heart sank  the moment it appeared to me one day that my client who was sitting before me – who was  seeking a new home at the homeless shelter  I was working at – was the same high schooler who kicked me for my thrifty red shirt .The one who pushed me and laughed when I freaked out at the blood coming out my knees. Even at my hair disgustingly all over the place. My ears were ringing in that room, I can remember. Ringing the words, “Wassup Blood!” Yet, after all the pain I felt before, none of it changed the atonement in my heart to hug and comfort. The Blood gang label they labeled me with is the blood of Christ in me that kicked her back with kindness 20 years later.


2016 Marks the Deadliest Year for Migrant Drownings in the Mediterranean, U.N. Says — TIME

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(CALAIS, France)— The U.N. refugee agency says the death toll for migrants in the Mediterranean has reached at least 3,800 this year so far. The Geneva-based agency said Wednesday on Twitter that this makes 2016 the deadliest year ever for migrants in the Mediterranean. The global body had warned on Tuesday that this year’s death…

via 2016 Marks the Deadliest Year for Migrant Drownings in the Mediterranean, U.N. Says — TIME

“So where are you from?” — Discover

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“They always asked that question; a subtle reminder that she was not one of them.”Naomi Sepiso, a Kenyan-Zambian immigrant living in Australia, explores identity and belonging.

via “So where are you from?” — Discover

“The Trap” by Melanie Raabe — Fictionophile

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Winner of the prestigious Stuttgart Crime Prize for best crime debut of the year, “The Trap” has been called a ‘must-read’ debut thriller. The premise is intriguing. A reclusive novelist, traumatized by her sister’s murder, sets an elaborate trap for the murderer. She does so by writing a novel about the crime with details enough that the […]

via “The Trap” by Melanie Raabe — Fictionophile

See What Winter Will Be Like Where You Live — TIME

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Winter is coming—and the question of whether you’re in for a snowy season or a sunny one will largely be decided by where you live. The latest National Weather Service forecast predicts wide variation in temperature and precipitation this winter across the U.S., capping off a year of record-breaking heat. Residents of the southern part…

via See What Winter Will Be Like Where You Live — TIME


Renewable Energy Topped Fossil Fuels in New Generation for the First Time Last Year: Report — TIME

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More than half of new power capacity added last year came from renewable energy sources like wind and solar power, beating fossil fuels for the first time, according to a new report. The report from the Intentional Energy Agency called 2015 a turning point because renewables now represent 23% of global power generation. That share…

via Renewable Energy Topped Fossil Fuels in New Generation for the First Time Last Year: Report — TIME