Can a demon proclaim the truth…proclaim Christ !

On August 2, 2011 I didn’t show up for child support court. On April 15th, 2015 I had just finished cutting my grass and had just exited the shower, when the door bell rang. I answered the door, a St. John parish sheriff asked if I was Joseph Caro? I replied that I was. He said he had a warrant for my arrest from New Orleans. I knew it was about not showing up for court. I told him to come in and I would put on my pants and shoes. We entered my garage while he confirmed that New Orleans indeed wanted me. We chatted he explained that they usually ignored civil warrants but that his boss gave him a stack at the start of his shift and told him to hunt them down, eventually it was confirmed. so he said that he would not cuff me and that I was to just get in the back seat. I was transported to the St. John jail processed and awaited New Orleans pickup. Two sheriffs’ from Orleans Parish arrived and I said that “I would submit to their arrest. They cuffed me in front and we made the 40 minute ride to OPP Orleans Parish Prison. I MUST GO INTO DETAIL BECAUSE I BELIEVE GOD IS IN THE DETAILS.

I was processed into central Lock-up which took 6 hours, then assigned to tent 5, since Katrina temporary jails have been set up in tents because the feds has condemned portions of the OPP prison, such as the house of detention and parts of the old prison. So I entered T-5 chose my rack and settled in for my 90 day stay. My celly was a demon named Columbus Hudson, a smaller than average person with a large complex. I came to find out he was a pedophile and was facing 40 years to life for his latest escapades. From the moment I talked to him my spirit came alive and I knew more about him than he knew about himself. Like he had cancer and had only 2 and a half years to live. I knew this to be true because a voice as clear as day told me in the still of the night. I was told to feed him because I was unable to eat the food. Every time I ate the food I would throw up. D’, the food was slop, unfit for human consumption. So I fasted for 30 days, on the 32nd day I started having umbilicus pain, it was persistent. So I went to sick call on the 22 of may. I Was interviewed by a female physician, whom seemed more interested in giving me an Ekg which she could make money for her company- than dealing with my stated problems, vomiting umbilicus pain, nausea, after I left her office and commented to another inmate that this was the first time in my life I had went to a doctor and left without relief. She left her office and went to the nurse and told her to give me a anti-nausea medication. Which I took, which did not work. so Saturday and Sunday I suffered on Monday the 25th a nurse showed up at the gate and called me out and gave me a bottle of Citrate of Magnesia and stated that I had to drink it all in her presence. Which I did.

2 hours later I started defecating blood and the pain in my gut became unbearable. This is where Columbus went to a guard named C. Boudreaux. and told her what was going on with me. Later that night I started throwing up blood as well as defecating blood. In the A.M. I dragged myself to the gate and demanded to be taken to university hospital(LSUH) for treatment. A nurse showed up and gave me a specimen cup and said” I could not be taken to the hospital until I gave a stool sample.” Just as she finished this asinine statement another nurse showed up and said she had brought a wheel chair could I make it to the door? She helped me to the wheel chair rolled me to the medical trailer and started to do a work up. I asked to use the bathroom, as I entered I started throwing up and defecation all over the room. she came into the room to find me naked on the floor in the only position I could feel comfortable in the fetal position, the cool floor felt good. I asked if she had enough for her stool sample. she smiled and said it was more than enough and that she had called the ambulance. I was transported to university hospital (LSUH) I was evaluated in the emergency room and moved to TICU was given 4 units of blood and proton pump Inhibiters and Mylanta, as you know the human body only has 12 units normally, I stayed until the 28th when I was sent back to the jail. I was not aware that I had a ulcer. so, I returned to T5 feeling better but still “torn-up from the floor up”. On may 29th at approx 7:00 pm while role call I felt he urge so I went to the latrine and defecated blood again only this timeI fell to the floor and passed out throwing up blood. when I awakened Columbus was wiping blood from my face and another guy named Songy was kneeling by my side. I looked up to see one of the male guards standing over me with a pair of handcuffs. I said” why are you standing over me with handcuffs? do I look like I am going to run away. The other guard was rank and kept asking me if I could put my orange on. These idiots offered nor rendered no assistance to my medical condition. Columbus and songy picked me up off the floor carried me out of T5 to a waiting wheelchair. I was wheeled to med trailer where this same idiot nurse did a work up. I was not put on oxygen until I made reference to my dwindling level of awareness.I was transported to university hospital evaluated in the emergency room and promptly taken to the surgery center where angio-plasty was performed. They went into my right femoral artery to my gut and put a clip on the artery supplying the ulcer, moved me to medICU, gave me 2 units of for a total of 6 units, half my blood volume had to be replaced. The Doctor said the volume of red blood cell as opposed to white blood cells had fallen to 6 normal volume is 10. so I stayed in Med ICU until June the 3rd when again I was returned to the Jail. I was returned with specific instructions..a routine of 3 antibiotics for 2 weeks then a return trip to university, 2 of the antibiotics were available in their pharmacy, they kept telling me that the third had to be ordered. I spent a week in medical unit D2 awaiting this medication. on june 15th I was released.

On the bottle of Citrate of Magnesia it is clearly stated that if vomiting, nausea and abdominal pain is present the use of this product is contra indicated.
This doctor was negligent for not investigating my stated symptoms which would have precluded this whole episode.
This demon in Columbus, which has lived for many lifetimes and inhabited many soul and ushered many to hell. I wonder if God had Columbus Show compassion for me and keep trying to reach Christ is his atonement. He was sent to a mental institution for evaluation, this is the only way he can avoid being billed a HOF(Habitual Offender Felon) . His compassion shows that God was working in him.


I can’t believe that this nation doesn’t revere what the so called”afro-american” has done for it. 400 years of bondage has built america into the economic power house it is today. america even in recession is economically stronger than any nation on this earth. Yet the children of Adam are still slated for derision. Still the original plan of satan to destroy the seed of adam is still in play. The social experiment which wrenched control of our children away from parents, the institution of marshal law within our schools, the criminalization of children and the denial of rights to all of the seed of Adam.

What about Love?

Whether it is possible for one devoid of Love to ever know Love is a question I ponder on a daily basis. Whether one which had the “Root of Love” ripped from his life, while still an infant. One who was never shown the necessity for Love, by Family could Love at all.
Augusta Austin Caro, my Mother died in September of 1955. I at the time was a year old and some months. When I say the “Seed of Love” ripped from me, this is what I’m speaking of.  A Mother is the first a child bonds with, starting the germination of this thing called Love. Over time this seed bears fruit, affection becomes Love. In my case the bond was initiated, but never ignited. Death removed the “Seed.”
I skip forward a few years to tell what I suffered at the hands of those whom were suppose to give me Love. My Grandmother, embittered by my Mothers death, as she often said”Gussie dying and leaving me to care for 9 children.” She was speaking of my brothers and sisters, yes you would have thought there was plenty of Love to go around in such a large group. Their was not. The attitude was mercenary. My siblings ranged in age 12 to 18 at the time of Mothers’ death. My Grandmother was s cruel and ignorant,  she was raised in Alabama and on a turpentine plantation in Florida in a place called Red Rock near present day Milton, Florida. She professed to be a minister of the gospel, but was in the “God Business.”
She treated my brothers and sisters like animals. I had a brother whom was gravely injured by my older brother; he drove a truck over his head and almost killed him. Which I think would have been a better outcome, considering the quality of life he suffered from then on.  My sister fared no better at her hand, my older sister discovered sex at the hand of one of my brothers and became devoted to the ancient art,  the middle sister became the secret agent,  doing what everyone else was doing,  but professing to be the good girl.  Spending her life in guilt and being the punching bag of my brother-in-law.  The third sister was embittered by what was her fate, chief diaper changer and sitter. Forced by our resident rapist to submit to his advances, she on the other hand was a strong personality and did not submit for long. To this day even though he has asked for forgiveness, she holds him to the fire.
It is as she says”you went on my hip, when Mother died.” This is one of the reasons I feel I know nothing of Love. I have this seminal vision that pops up in my dreams…I’m reaching up to someone, crying with my butt hurting and a dirty diaper hanging off my ass.  Her and I laughed, when I told her of this dream. Over the years I wondered why I was not aggressive with her as I was with my other siblings. She could say anything to me and I passively reacted to her desire. In 1996 she and I sat down she explained “you bonded with me when Mother was gone you went on my hip.” “I am your Mother.” This statement explained a lot to me about our relationship over the years.

She was a hard pragmatic individual, not much joy in her, Not much Love to give. She is a product of a Loveless Childhood and a Loveless marriage, therefore a Loveless Life.I understand why each of my siblings made haste to flee from my Grandmother and Booster. One a bitter old woman who made them responsible for their own Mothers’ fate,  the other a dedicated thief,  always after the money.
A word about Booster, Pimp, Dap Daddy, Player always on the money. This ass approached me to use my VA housing benefit to purchase a house which he would have found some way to swindle me out of. This was the nature of my Mothers’ brother. He swindled even his own family. When my grandmother died she owned several lots in the Lower 9.  Booster along with a local lawyer and the undertaker Glapion attempted and eventually completed a scheme to get control of her estate.
I observed an incident one day while at my Grandmothers house. My brother Casey, whom was gravely injured as a child was home from one of his trips to the hospital, living in the “Junk House” what we called a 12 by 14 foot building in the yard. I observed my Grandmother preparing on the stove grits and chicken necks;  something I had seen her prepare for our pack of dogs.  She put butter in the pot stirred it and told me to take it to Casey when it cooled. I did a double take. This is for Casey?  Of course I did not say this to her, but within myself. She had a roast in the oven for everyone else to eat. Casey gets chicken necks and grits everyone else gets beef. It hurt then and even today ; I hurt for my gentle brother. Casey always treated me with Love and affection. He is the only one of my siblings which showed genuine Love and Affection. He called me “little joe” in a tone of voice which conveyed his true feelings for me.  I lament to this day,  what was the purpose of this life.  A life filled with rejection, fear and angst. My sweet brother suffered throughout his life from lack of Love. He had a fearsome look about himself and hulking presence, but was gentle as a soft rain. Unless he was drinking, then he was subject to rages. I was the only one who could comfort him in his angst. Casey died in 1994, only to be given another outrage on his way out He was in the hospital suffering from kidney failure, the secret agent was his guardian so it fell to her to provide permission for his health care. The doctor stated he was in need of kidney dialysis, she denied him a chance to live and he died an agonizing death. The secret agent then perpetrated another outrage, she refused to tell where his and another brothers ashes are buried. Why this outrage I haven’t been able to figure out. I do know she had both my brothers in life insurance and she got paid. Again a product of our family’s “Lack of Love”

Time to “DO TRUMAN”

Am I the only one that has started to think this Ebola epidemic is a “put up job”. Our borders are open on top and bottom it is so easy to bring Biologics across to start a pandemic. Science is not the purview of America and the rest of the industrialized world only. For years these countries (those perceived to be our enemies) have sent the best and the brightest to America, France, Germany to be educated. Then return to their homes to become the teachers of others. Did we think, that science could not be done without trillion dollar budgets. Take Iran. Nuclear capable, building their own plane trains and drones, engineers trained in America, exported knowledge allowed them to become a modern industrialized nation, a force, in many areas. Science is not exclusive to us. We have educated the worlds population because we had the best higher education institutions, this has come back to haunt us. It is as simple, an individual is infected with a deadly disease crosses the border, Canada or Mexico both are equally porous, mingle and exist only to go to supermarkets, malls, night clubs and even schools and churches. This individual could be as destructive as a suicide bomber, even more so.
Why is our borders not secure. Anyone not crossing into America by a established border crossing need to be encouraged to turn back from whence they came or be shot. The only way to protect ourselves is to become as our enemy has become cold blooded and ruthless about our interest. Talking to these people is useless they understand force, give them superior force up to and including nuclear weapons. ISIS a prime candidate for the “The Big Sleep”. We must show the world we are willing to go all the way. Peace and prosperity will come when this thousand year old war is ended. I say stand and deliver. Shock and awe is applicable if used to impress upon our enemies that we will go all the way.
Time to do “TRUMAN”

Plan B

November 22, 2013
To: Marilyn Williams, Veterans Advocate
From: Joseph H. Caro, Veteran
Subject: Vash Voucher
Ms. Williams,
Last Year in February 2012,  I submitted the necessary Paperwork to qualify for the Voucher Program. The person I submitted the paperwork to was Mr Val Hebert, in New Orleans.
 In September of 2013 of this year I checked with Mr. Hebert and was assured that I was still on the list, awaiting a voucher.  I’am as you know in transitional housing, still homeless. I have observed two individuals one with 7 months the other with 6 weeks receive vouchers.  I’am told they meet the requirement for “chronic homelessness.” My wait for 21 Months doesn’t qualify me anything except to be parked on a list.  It is unfair that these individuals are any more or less Homeless than I. Homeless is Homeless.
My request of you is as Follows:
What number of vouchers have been Issued by HUD in the 20 or so months I have been on this list?
What is my position on this List?
How many vouchers have been actively used by veterans to which they have been issued, and how many have been turned down?
How many are currently available for distribution to veterans on this list.
I realize this may entail you to work outside your area of interest,  but I entreat you to answer my questions as many veterans have wanted to ask but didn’t know who to ask.
We all realize you work hard to keep up with hundreds of us veterans and commend the job you are doing.
I await your reply to my query.
Joseph h. Caro

Who? This is ME!

People who know me would hopefully call me Certain,Assertive, Adaptable,A Leader and down to earth, but on my less than good days I can be Arrogant, Confrontational, Cranky, demanding, Formidable, Grouchy and Grumpy. My mind is best at knowledge, Emotional Intelligence, Mechanical Intelligence, Visual Intelligence and Social Skills and at least good at Imagination, Manual Co-ordination, Mathematical Intelligence, Memory and Musical Intelligence. I tend to keep my feelings to myself. THE WAY I WORK: I prefer to work alone. I am quite likely to think I can do things better than other people. SOCIAL: Thinking about truly great friends, I probably have 2 or 3 of them. I enjoy seeing acquaintances and socializing is a part of life, but not a main focus. If you saw me at a party, I would probably be the one “working the room” , making conversation with large numbers of people. I tend to enjoy being by myself. It takes a long time to get to know the “real me”
THE WAY I LOOK AT THE WORLD: All things considered, I would say the world is neither getting better nor worse. I almost always feel like I am living life to its’ fullest. If I found out my best friends’ spouse or partner is cheating on them, I would probably not tell them. I’m inclined to give money to beggars. I’m a Dog Person If we met I would be early. If I could choose between having a mountain, a theory or a grand child named after me I would choose a Grandchild.
GENERAL INTEREST: Business, Food and Drink, Money and Investing, National News, Politics, Science and Technology and Gadgets, Music, Movies and Newspapers, Magazines. Concerts and Live Music, Stand up Comedy, Theater, and Arts. ACADEMIC INTEREST: Computer Science, Education, History and Journalism and Mass Communication. My other interest: Electronic Engineering
MY RELIGION SUMMERY: I consider myself somewhat religious. I definitely don’t belong to a specific religion I am agnostic. Outside of attending religious services I pray several times a day. I believe in the afterlife, a Creator, an eternal Soul, the Devil Heaven, Hell and Spiritual energy I definitely don’t believe in alien life, Darwinian evolution,ghost, fate, or destiny,Karma magic, reincarnation or past lives and telepathy or psychic powers.
MY POLITICAL SUMMERY: Generally speaking I think of my self as an Independent. I would describe my political views as foreign policy Dove, Non-Partisan, Progressive, Socially Liberal, Fiscally Conservative, Cynical, Patriotic, Moderate, Capitalist, Centrist, Individualist and Libertarian. I would say I strongly approve of the way President Obama is handling his Job as President. I would say I am not very politically active.
MY WORK LIFE SUMMARY: I am currently retired. I work in engineering, customer support and client care, Business, Consulting and Telecommunications. Specifically Entrepreneurship, Specifically IT Consulting, Customer Training, Computer Engineering, Internet-Based Telecom Services and Mobile and Wireless Telecom Services. I work for an organization with under 10 employees Where I’m a IT/ Computing Professional directly responsible for 6-10 people. I own my own IT Consulting Firm.
My Hobbies and Activities Summary: Buying and Selling online, Cooking, Listening to music, Surfing the Internet and Writing, Swimming. OUTINGS: Eating at restaurants, going to Concerts or to see Live music and going to festivals
MY ISSUES AND CONCERNS SUMMARY : The issues I care about most is Civil Liberties, Cost of Living, Education, Gun Control, Higher Education, Income inequality, Political Corruption, Racism, and the National Debt, Policy Makers in education should focus on improving the Public schools System we currently have. In general, I am in favor of fewer restrictions on the rights of individual to own and buy guns. Not everyone is cut out for a college education. We should be doing more to provide young people with vocational and career training. Colleges and Universities should focus on enriching minds of their students and not simply on career training. Racism against minorities is still a serious problem in our country. I believe that government policies have impeded the recovery from this recession, The government government should do more to safeguard our Civil Liberties, China will be a major threat to the United States in the 21st century and partisan politics and a lack of compromise are hurting America. I also believe that the disintergration of the traditional family values is a major problem for America and the Government should do more to regulate Wall street and that Political Corruption is worse today than at any other time in our history, the government has not done enough to provide the need of returning veterans, the government should increase the amount of Loans and Grants available to college students, the government should interfere less in the private lives of Americans the government has no business policing morality and corporations and interest groups have too much in fluence on the political process.

I wouldn’t know ?

Often I have wanted to sit down and assess just where my life is now. I have a fragmented family, no Love in my life either from my wife or my kids. I have not cultivated any true friendships yet, as far as I can see, and have not really required either of these things, Love or friendship to get along with myself. “I was never Loved and had never Loved anyone in this life.” My spirit told me this on the edge of sleep one night some 6 months ago. Frankly, I wouldn’t know what Love is if it walked up to me and slapped me in the face. I don’t think I’m wired for this emotional upheaval. My father didn’t show me any love or that love was a necessary part of human existence, my immediate family showed no genuine love for me. So, I’m a human being devoid of the basic wiring required to Love and be Loved.
Where does that leave me…in despair because I do want to Love someone and be Loved by someone. I want genuine Love not the words of the mouth but the murmer of the Heart. That small squeak of the Heart which echoes throughout the universe. Love whispered in a Hurricane, Screamed over the roar of a brass band, yet heard in the Heart, echoed throughout the entire being.
Can I find this Love before I leave this existence? Should I even attempt to find what eludes 99% of humanity. Yes 99% of us get it wrong. I heard of a couple whom were married 65 years that died on the same day. That is what I’m talking about, Love eternal. The bond of Love so strong they could not live without each other. So they went to a higher plane together to continue their Love in eternity. I believe Love is truth. Love is eternal.
Kind of makes you wonder what each of you think about the subject since I have chosen to share my point of view with just you three…since you profess Love for me.
My daughter, My wife and my oldest friend.