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David Ben-Ariel says his most recent work, “Beyond Babylon: Europe’s Rise and
Fall,” was written from his experiences in life and
travel.

Ben-Ariel was raised in Risingsun and Holland and is a high
school graduate of Springfield High School.

The book, he says, addresses a lot of “hot issues” such as the
construction of the Temple on the Temple Mount in Israel, the
Sabbath versus Sunday, Passover versus Easter, the German-led
empire, and other biblical issues.

Released in January by Publish America in Maryland, this is
Ben-Ariel’s first book.

“Many people believe Europe will be the next superpower,”
Ben-Ariel said. “Most Americans are ignorant of what’s going on
over there.” He decided to “wake them up and give them food for
thought.”

“I want to make them start asking questions. It (the book)
deals with things that effect the whole world.”

Through his own research in Europe, the book looks at the
history of the Holy Roman Empire and how Germany once dominated
it, he said. He reports on true Christianity and the “plain
truth of the Bible.”

He said it is prophesied in the Bible that the justification of
God is going to let Europe conquer us. “American, British and
Jewish people will suffer defeat at the hand of Europe. They
will conquer us because of God’s will to let them because of our
sins of immorality.”

“The fate of our nation hangs in the balance. This could tip
it. I want to alert of the coming Holocaust. The former
Holocaust will look like child’s play compared to what’s coming.”

Ben-Ariel said he has received mixed reactions from his book.
“I have had good, bad and ugly reactions,” he said. “It was an
expected reaction.”

Reprinted with Permission

Sentinel-Tribune > Bowling Green, Ohio

Friday, February 25, 2005

My Dad’s Weird (Unlike Me)

Three! I was just three mouse clicks away from hacking into Bayfield High’s computer system when…

BOOM!

My bedroom rocked. What was that? Earthquake? World War Three?
A shock wave (or maybe just shock) toppled me out of my computer chair. I almost landed on Fang, my dad’s deaf ferret. Fang hissed and spat.

Then I smelt smoke.

‘Nnnnno!’ I cried. ‘Dad’s blown himself up! Again!’

I rushed to his rescue. Almost. For my earphones were still connected to my stereo, my left foot snagged in the jumble of power cables under my desk, and Fang took out my other leg with a biting crash tackle. I tumbled through my door into the hall, bringing down my chair, stereo and something that made a nasty, tinkling crash.

I looked up. A cloud of smoke rolled down the zigzag hall, shrouding a shadowy figure. Out waddled… a Frankenstein possum. ‘Ack,’ he coughed, and scratched his stitches.

More movement behind. Out lurched… my dad! Splattered with globs of fire-extinguisher foam, his eyebrows smoking, but alive.
Damn him! Why did Dad have to worry me so much? Causing worry was supposed to be my job!

Somewhat mad, I let rip a big Vietnamese rice burp. But my dad didn’t notice, not even when I kicked my guilty door shut. He just swayed and smoked in the hall like a black dog on a hot tin roof, eyes bug-wide open, beard half shaved, the hair on his head part gone, part pointing in every direction (looking for the missing crop circle perhaps). Luckily, when he gets blown up like this, my dad wouldn’t notice if I’d rented out my room to a homeless family (I hadn’t, but there’s a future money-making idea…).

I should point out that my old man normally has only a few kangaroos missing from his brain paddock, by which I mean he’s only partly a mad scientist. He’s actually a pass mark single father and a very clever inventor who’s invented clever inventions like the laser toaster (banned in every state), the wallaby wheelchair (zero sales) and chocolate flavoured toothpaste (his bestseller to date). That’s where I inherited my brains from. (Have I mentioned I’m brilliant yet?)

Yet unlike me, my dad is also somewhat weird. Especially at… normal things. For example, he works very strange and too long hours, sometimes wears his shirts backwards (like now) and, when cooking, has been known to burn water (which explains why we eat a lot of Vietnamese take-away) (which I don’t really mind) (burrrp).

If you think I’m being too critical of my dad, well, I have to be, because I’m the Organised One. It’s hard enough starting high school, topping every science test and preparing to wrestle with puberty, without worrying if my dad is going to blow himself up inventing a fart magnifier at nine in the evening. He just needs to get a faster car and a social life. (If he married Ms Trang from the Vietnamese restaurant on the corner, we could have discount take-aways every day.)

Even more embarrassing, my dad’s way too soft hearted. Every week he comes home from his long walks with yet another run-down, half-dead dog, cat, bat, galah, possum, kangaroo or homeless crazy person he’s scraped off the expressway or retrieved from under the electrical wires. Healthy animals are gross enough, let alone splattered or electrocuted ones.

So our house is too pitiful for me to invite any friends home (don’t believe any other rumour you might hear). The only good thing about Dad being such a softie is that I can almost always con my way (especially if I use goo-goo eyes or guilt him out about my lack of a mother (but that’s another story (and not really his fault (Aren’t brackets fun?))))…

VROOM!

I jolted with surprise as hall fans kicked in, blowing away the smoke.

‘Erasmus!’ My dad focused on me at last.

‘That’s my name,’ I replied, casually waving away my burp fumes. (In case you readers haven’t guessed, I’m also the hero and teller of this story (a story that is 95 % true).) ‘What went boom this time?’

‘Who boom?’ My dad flicked at his burning ear hair. ‘Oh, that boom! Well, I wanted to celebrate, so I decided to light up a cigar. Unfortunately, in my excitement, I failed to notice the build up of methane caused by the close proximity of a certain flatulent camel named Abdul.’

I began to untangle myself. ‘So camel fart gas caused your lab to blow up? Cool!’

‘There was a fire, but I put it out.’ My dad suddenly looked right at me. ‘How’d you get that black eye, Erasmus?’

‘Oh… that?’ I fingered my still-sore cheek. ‘Ah… cricket ball. Hazard of being small and hating cricket, I guess.’

‘Hmm…’ Dad raised one smouldering eyebrow.

I quickly changed the subject. ‘Um, you said you were celebrating something?’

‘Yes!’ My dad jolted back to his happy state. ‘I’ve finally finished it! The Nobel Prize will be ours!’

‘I’m happy for you, Dad,’ I yawned. ‘But I’m busy, um… e-mailing my stockbroker in Singapore.’

‘Your fiendish schemes can wait, Raz. You simply must see my latest invention!’ With a smile almost off his dial, my dad ignored my frown and picked up my roller chair, indicating I should sit. I grumbled, and sat. ‘Let’s roll!’ Dad laughed, scaring the one-eyed cat skulking outside the toilet door.

I sighed and figured I’d better play along. After all, my dad did pay my generous pocket money, and he was pushing me down the zigzag hall at speed, and I did love speed. Plus I didn’t want him to check my room too closely. Besides, he seemed so excited, even I was becoming a bit interested.

‘Eeeeh!’ My dad imitated a car braking as he pulled my chair to a skidding halt. A bandaged puppy slid by, her three legs skittering. We were outside the secret door, beyond which a solar powered escalator led to my dad’s even more secret lab in the basement. Normally, I wasn’t allowed down there (though I had snuck in before (roughly 367 times)).

‘Are you ready, Raz?’ My dad grinned. ‘Ready to see the most amazing invention in the history of inventions?’

I humoured him, and nodded. A willy wagtail with a bandaged wing plonked in my lap. ‘Stupid bird. Poop in someone else’s lap.’ I stood up. ‘Let’s go, Crazy Dad.’

‘Look out,’ he warned.

I ducked, and a ferret in a mini hang-glider cursed past my ear. Crazy Dad grinned even harder and reached out toward his secret door.

From ‘Erasmus James and the Galactic ZAPP Machine’, by DC Green, published this August by Ibis for Kids (ISBN: 1920923551).

An award-winning fiction and non-fiction writer, DC Green used to travel the world for surf magazines. He lives on the east coast of Australia with one slightly crazy daughter and three very crazy cats.

‘DC is a sharper, swarthier JK Rowling.’ - Derek Rielly, ‘Stab’ magazine.

‘DC Green is the new Roald Dahl.’ - DC Green.

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As we crossed the border the summer of 1997, my nine-year old daughter, Ashley was detained. A stranger in a strange land, she was now surrounded by short, dark men that talked funny. She immediately donned a solemn face and pleads for my assistance. Her practical jokes suddenly stopped and tears formed.

My brow too, began to sweat as the border patrol studied the paperwork carefully. One very serious officer looked up from the papers and stated matter of fact, “Usted no puede pasar de contrabando animales en nuestro pas. Se ha vacunado este animal? No vemos ningn papel aqu para el mono. Tendremos que ponerlo en cuarentena. Démelo.”
(You can’t smuggle animals into our country. Has this animal been vaccinated? We see no papers. We will have to put him in quarantine. Give him to me.)

As the other man reached for the monkey saying, “Podra separar enfermedad,” (It could spread disease.) Ashley’s tears fell. She insisted on taking her stuffed monkey with us on the trip. I saw nothing out of the ordinary about it so I agreed.

I possessed a lack of faculty with Spanish conjugation. By inflection and body language I thought this was their way of welcoming three Americans into the country. But, I couldn’t be sure just yet. We had some very challenging moments the past several years. This incident was posing another I didn’t know quite what to do with.

Travel agents will tell you that if you are traveling as a single adult with children you must carry not only their birth certificates, but also a travel document or letter signed by the absent parent. Children cannot travel with only one parent without the permission of the other acting as proof they have not been kidnapped. I wondered how I was going to get around that impossibility?

An old Maltese proverb came to mind, “A mother becomes a liar and a thief for the love of her children”. I was divorced from the girls’ father. Besides the fact he had passed away a couple of years before. Since he was married to someone else, well, I didn’t possess a death certificate. So, I forged his name to the travel documents with a bogus letter letting them travel with only one parent.

I really didn’t have any answers just yet for my daughter’s dilemna, much less my own. I thought we would be jailed or put back on the plane for the states. My youngest daughter’s generally thick skin she wore around me quickly peeled away. She hung onto the monkey for her life. Suddenly, the two officers began to laugh, noting that we were really confused.

I was relieved. We were allowed to step foot in Puerto Vallarta. It was July. My oldest daughter just turned fifteen. We had never gone on vacation together. This was her birthday present. It just had to be better, didn’t it?

After we said thank you and good-bye we got in our shuttle to the hotel. The girls immediately took off to the beach. We had a lot to pack into our three-day all-inclusive stay. Including airfare, it was a bargain at a hundred dollars a day. The Meza del Mar is an old, expansive and beautiful hotel with whitewashed walls and Spanish tile roof. See this site for more information about Club Meza del Mar; http://www.vallartashores.com/mezadelmar/

With the girls off I sat down to a beer under the nearest palapa.

We are not the only ones who experience challenges. Yolanda, only nineteen, raising three children braided hair in the courtyard of Meza del Mar for fourteen dollars. I always wanted to see what I would like with a Bo Derek ‘10′ hairstyle, and I wanted to help Yolanda out. The next day we three girls were Bo One, Bo Two, and Bo Three.

Ashley monkeyed around for hours in the pool with a friend named Cynthia from Monterrey, Mexico. No language barrier exists during amiable play.

The next day our threesome took off on an all-day cruise. Best yet, it was only $55.00 USD and the offer was sold right in the hotel. An all inclusive, free food, all the Corona I could drink, dancing on the deck, lively conversation with University students wanting to come to the U.S., and I hung out with a recently married couple from Denver. The couple was two men. They were on their honeymoon.

Jose, our taxi driver drove wildly to the dock that day. He drove 70km in downtown traffic, not stopping at lights and only slowing for signs, frantically changing lanes and oblivious to the fear it might cause tourists. I didn’t have proper Mexican currency or any change. He was shockingly kind to say, “Just leave it with Juan, the concierge at Mesa del Mar with my name on it and he will get it to me.” I was flabbergasted.

We headed to Yelapa at the end of the peninsula south of Majoya Mismaloya. Ashley and I attempted to snorkel, but failed. Alyssian was, I swear a mile away from the ship and in the current of the engines as she returned to the ship. She loved it and thrilled at the many tropical fish. The boat motored to shore and we followed a mountain trail to a café on top. The girls wasted no time climbing the falls, while I sat drinking more Corona.

We saw many iguanas on the way. If locals hold them be prepared to pay for a photo if you take one. Horseback rides were readily available for $20.00, and on the way back Ashley did. She threw a fit when she was tired of walking. One witness felt sorry for her and allowed her to ride down the mountain for free. She was a happy camper. Well, so was I. Being a brat in Ashley’s case has paid off on many occasions. There were many memorable moments.

Another memorable was our walk to town and back from the hotel. Being in a strange place and having two daughters made me cautious and protective. Ashley wanted to run off by herself, but I kept her under tow regardless. We were actually being stalked. I stopped a policeman on the corner dressed from head-to-toe in white duds with a trusty steed at his side. It’s odd that body language and hand signals work so well when you don’t speak the language. The officer didn’t indicate he spoke English. Although I could not voice my concern in an audible way, the girls and I were not followed after that.

On the way back to the hotel it rained. It was a warm and heavy downfall. Local hospitality was terrific. Three times we were motioned to come in out of the rain, but we were having too much fun. One extremely funny fellow met us on the bridge about three blocks from our room. As we approached he scurried across ahead of us. As we passed him, his back went up against the wall of the bridge abutment and his claws reached for the sky, as if to say, “I surrender.” Have you ever seen a crab do that? It was priceless. I’ve only seen crabs in grocery stores and crab pots, but I can’t say that anymore. We were drenched and laughed ourselves silly as we continued the walk.

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My writing appears in From Eulogy to Joy, Beischel, Xlibris Press, 2000, http://www.Bootsnall.com, and ezinearticles.com. I love to travel, write, design, decorate, and paint. I studied writing through Long Ridge Writers Group in Connecticut, journalism at Metropolitan State College of Denver, and painting at the Art Academy in Loveland, Colorado, USA.

We are honored to announce that we were granted a second interview with Former NFL Offensive Lineman, Duval Love. In order to get the perfect atmosphere for this follow-up, we chose a local sports bar and got together to watch the October 17th Monday Night Football game where Duval’s former team, the St. Louis Rams, took on the Indianapolis Colts. In this interview we covered the UCLA streak, Terrell Owens in the pre-season, the Minnesota Vikings boat ride and most important of all, Duval’s future as an Offensive Line Coach.

All right, let’s see how much you’re following the Indianapolis Colts and this year’s St. Louis Rams. Who’s got the better Offensive Line?
I would say the Indianapolis Colts. I like their line. They’re protecting Peyton pretty well. They’re running the ball with Edgerrin James. They’re 5-0 so they’re having a lot of success.

Who’s going to win this game?
My heart says the St. Louis Rams but my brain says the Colts. They have a better team, they have a better defense and they have Peyton Manning. St. Louis is missing their head coach and they’re not running on all cylinders right now.

How do you think missing their coach affected the St. Louis Rams?
It’s going to affect them a little bit because Mike Martz calls all the plays and that’s a big part of their offense. No one has the kind of timing he has but they’ll try and do their best but they still don’t have their head coach.

When we last spoke, you were pursuing an assistant coaching job in the NFL. I know you had some success this off-season. Fill us in.
I got an internship with the Philadelphia Eagles. Basically, I got in there from a recommendation from their head trainer, Rick Burkholder. He recommended I have an internship with Andy Reid. Andy Reid said okay and I was there for six weeks. I was there from the first day of training camp to the last day of cuts. It was a very interesting experience. Very valuable. I learned a lot and got my foot in the door.

You mentioned hopefully getting a call back. What’s the process now?
I think the process now is they like to hire their interns, so since I’ve been there and my foot’s in the door. I just have to wait and see what happens. I’m a lot further along than I was last year at this time.

Your UCLA Bruins are on fire this year. Have you been following them and what do you think is the biggest contributing factor to their success?
I’m back being a Bruin fan this year. I’m claiming them again. I didn’t get to see the game yesterday but I did get the opportunity to go to the game where they played Oklahoma. They had some of the old football players come back. We got a chance to sit on the sideline and watch them get fired up and take it to the Sooners. I think Karl Dorrell has had a chance to implement his system and he’s getting his players and you see the effect of that. They’re starting to win and these are his guys, so there are no excuses and they’re doing well. Good coaching can solve a lot of problems. Good players also make coaches look good.

This year’s UCLA / USC game should be a great one. What’s one moment that stands out in the games you played versus USC?
First of all, I made my first start versus the USC Trojans as a freshman. I played but it was my first start at the Coliseum, a game I watched as a kid. But actually starting as a freshman was a great experience.

Seems like one team or the other is usually the hotter team. Which was the hotter team around that time?
We were, most definitely. No question. Actually, we were playing for the Rose Bowl that year. It came down to the last 4 seconds and if we kick a field goal, we go to the Rose Bowl. What happened was we kicked the field goal and George Achica of USC blocked it and we lost the game. So we went to the Bluebonnet Bowl instead of the Rose Bowl. We definitely had a better team that year.

Let’s talk about the Good, the Bad and the Ugly in the NFL. Who’s the best team in the league right now? The team that is going to take it all?
Honestly, I’m going to say Philadelphia. I’m an Eagle fan now. I have to, I never know if Andy is going to read this or not. The Eagles are a very good football team. It’s kind of early to tell who the best is. There’s a certain parity throughout the league so it’s kind of tough. With Donovan being hurt, that’s not good for Philadelphia. He’s got to stay healthy for them to win. New England is at .500, Tampa Bay was horrible last year and now they’re one of the elite teams. It’s still too early, you just don’t know. We played Cincinnati in the pre-season and I didn’t think they were very good. I thought they were soft. The next thing you know they are 5-1. Who knows?

Do you think coaches scale back in the pre-season? Trying not to give away too much?
I think they give you the appetizer. They aren’t going to give you the whole 5-course meal. They give you a little bit, let you taste it and then they’ll be ready to go when the season starts. Pre-season games really don’t mean anything. They just want to fine tune it.

What, if anything, can you tell us about Terrell Owens?
Believe it or not, he’s a nice guy. A lot of those things you hear, it’s kind of hard to pin down why he does it. I’m sure he has his reasons. Everyone on the team likes him. Extremely hard working. You’d be surprised how hard he works. He’s a superstar and works harder than anyone on that team. He eats right, he’s healthy, and that’s why he has that stomach. He’s 30 years old and a well groomed machine, he’s awesome. He’s a great player that plays hard and anyone that sees him play would want him on their team.

Who’s the worst team in the league right now? Who’s not going to put it together this year?
Honestly, I think everyone would pick Minnesota. They’ve got the Love Boat incident. They made some poor judgments. A lot of guys do different things, they just got caught. You know, they’re out in the open and they got careless. It’s tough. Honestly, we don’t know the whole story and it’s hard to believe a lot of that stuff was going on. They’re high profile guys so everyone is trying to get a jab on them right now. It’s kind of hard to believe that 17 guys were out having sex. I’m only saying what I read. Who knows what was going on? Only the people on the boat know. Hopefully, they clean up their image and clean up the rest of their season. The spotlight is definitely on them right now.

Is Mike Tice going to survive the season?
I like him as a coach but if he doesn’t win, I doubt it because winning solves a lot of problems. If he doesn’t, it might be an ugly off-season. Someone is going to take the blow.

And now for the ugly. This off-season the Tennessee Titans saw 5 of their players including their #1 draft choice get in trouble with the law. How does this happen on a Professional Football team?
Guys will be guys. When these things happen, it’s magnified because of who they are. Anytime they get arrested, no matter who you are in the NFL, they see that NFL player. That’s who you work for, like the Minnesota Vikings. What’s going to hit the paper the next day could be a DUI, domestic violence or assault. Whatever it is, they’re going to be in the paper the next day because of who they are. When they are playing and even more so when they are done playing, because they are always going to have that label of being a former NFL player. That stuff is magnified. A lot of people go to jail every day but when you have a high profile job, everyone is going to know what happened to you. Duval Love or Pac Man Jones, everyone is going to know. They’re going to read it, email everyone, Google your name and everyone knows what happened. Trust me.

Back to Fantasy Football. Do you play?
Being a lineman, no. I don’t even know how the whole concept worked. I never asked. I didn’t care because it never involved lineman. Once again, lineman being left out again. There are a lot of people playing it though.

Mark Chalifoux, TheSportsCritics.com Featured Critic, recently wrote an article about the NFL’s demand that networks carrying their games should not air commercials for the movie “Two for the Money” because they don’t condone gambling. You and I both know that gambling is a huge part of professional sports. Do you feel gambling hurts or helps the NFL? Why?
I think for the NFL higher ups, they don’t want the image of betting and gambling associated with their sport because they don’t profit from that. That’s something that people do but the NFL wants to be clean cut. They don’t want their players to gamble so they don’t want that label on them. So on a Monday night you see that commercial, it’s not in their best interest to air it, it’s not the image they want to portray.

Other than pursuing a career in coaching, what else are you working on?
I’m working on a book right now but my main goal, my main vision, staying positive, I’m going to be a coach. That’s my number one goal. My number one focus and that’s it.

Watching, talking, reading, shopping and browsing sports is what I do and what I do best. If you see me, you’d know I never played a day of sports in my life which is ironic don’t you think? Regardless, we have opinions and I work for an Internet company so here’s TheSportsCritics.com.

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