Some SHOCKS at the End of 2025 -- although the News Has FINALLY Begun to IMPROVE!!!

 

>>> GOING BACK TO OCTOBER 20,  MY MOTHER, RUTH ANNE (MEYER) KENAN , DIED OF NATURAL CAUSES AT AGE 102. MOM SERVED MOST OF HER LIFE AS  AMERICA'S TOP NAZI  -- WORKING WITH THE ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH, THE CIA, AND BOTH POLITICAL PARTIES -- BUT OPENLY WITH  REPUBLICANS  AND  FOX NEWS PERSONALITIES !!!

Mom on August 26, 2025.

https://theweathercontinues.blogspot.com/2025/10/first-notice-of-death-of-americas.html

1. I made Peace with my mother this year. She admitted she had DESTROYED my accummulated wealth and my businesses FOUR TIMES making me homeless and all but TOTALLY BROKE before she died (and she paid me NO AMENDS -- nor did any of my siblings who helped Mom) -- which she did for Jesus Christ who HATES HOMOS!!!

2. I made Peace with Pope Francis -- and the Heads of the Anglican Communion and the Church of Scotland (Presbyterianism), while I was at it -- but that was earlier:

The Weather Continues . . . : With THANKS to Pope Francis and the Heads of the Anglican Communion and the Church of Scotland (Presbyterianism) -- and ALSO Some CAUTIONS to Them about the SAD CONDITION of Their Congregations in Wilmington, North Carolina!!! I Have BELONGED to the Catholic and Presbyterian Churches -- and Worshiped for Months Episcopalian -- but NOW am into METAPHYSICS:

I FIRST contacted Pope Francis when I discovered that then a Democrat, Sheriff Ed McMahon of New Hanover County, had given an AWARD to a CHILD ABUSER, and then I learned that he and several Christian/Republican Sheriffs in nearby counties all PROTECTED Child Trafficking Rings!!! And Sheriff McMahon got the Knights of Columbus to march through downtown Wilmington wearing Trumpwear, Crosses of Jesus, Confederate Battle Flags, and NAZI Insignia!!! The called Blacks "Niggers" AND PROMISED TO MURDER THEM SOON.

A violent thunderstorm broke scattering everyone, before it became violent.

Most recently, Sheriff McMahon attended Trump's 2nd Inauguration as a SPECIAL GUEST, and then RENOUNCED the Democratic Party and is now FULL MAGA!!!

This is BIG TROUBLE for Jill Hopman and Anderson Clayton -- the respective Chairs of New Hanover County and North Carolina Democrats. They had HUGE WINS FOR DEMOCRATS in the elections of the last two years, but Jill was unable to get anyone to run as Democrat against Ed McMahon.

And the REASON I did NOT go to Raleigh for my mother's Funeral, was not any problem with HER -- but I did NOT want to get into verbal or other fights with my nephew Connor Michael Kenan, who after living as a GAY MAN in college at UNC Chapel Hill:

Connor is in green shirt.

. . . and traveling by canoe and other small water-craft, exploring several countries in S.E. Asia for six months -- once he'd made a lot of money selling "My Chart" to hospital systems:

Connor and his buddy in a Tunnel of Love  in Thailand!!! And then below, as "The Gay Darth Vader" -- LOL!!!

And Connor first bought his first house in Denver for $1.25 MILLION with no one's help, then married an established OB/GYN whose FAMILY is said to be AS RICH AS CROSUS!!!

Catherine Cals, MD is Mrs. Connor Kenan.

REMEMBER: In the Bible Dictionary , Kenan means either "The Sadness" (depression), or "Unbridled Greed and Acquisitiveness"!!!

This is demonstrated even BETTER among our SIXTH KENAN COUSINS beginning with Thomas S. Kenan III:

Thomas S. Kenan III (center), is the FIRST recipient of the LUX LIBERTAS Philanthropy Award at UNC Chapel Hill.

https://college.unc.edu/2024/03/carolina-honors-tom-kenan-for-lifetime-of-giving-and-service/

My last communication with Tom Kenan:

The Weather Continues . . . : Thomas S. Kenan III Called Me at 2:00 PM Today -- to THANK ME for the GREAT WRITE-UP I Gave His Step-Mother, Betty (Price) Kenan . . . and Ended Up Sending His LOVE to My Nearly 101-Year-Old MOTHER!!! / When I Called Mom to Tell Her, Mom Said, "And, WHO IS HE???" HA!!! / I BET Sheriff Ed McMahon THINKS TWICE before Kicking Me Out of Kenan Auditorium at UNC Wilmington, AGAIN!!!

The FUNNY THING is that beginning at my father's death on Easter Sunday, 2014, Mom began telling people that she ALWAYS KNEW that Dad was "GAY"!!! Actually, Bisexual.

But ABSOLUTELY NO ONE TOLD ME THAT until just two months ago!!! No one but Dad, who in 1973 when he learned I'm Gay, told me he would ALWAYS LOVE ME NO MATTER WHAT -- but would MURDER ME if he found out I married a woman without her knowning that!!!

Only several years later (1977), when Dad wanted to know where the gay bars frequented by older men in Philadelphia were, did he tell me, himself.

>>> A HOOT:

WECT-TV6 announced that the LAST HIGH TIDE of 2025 would be at Johnnie Mercers Pier at 4:20 PM!!!

Exit 420 is the last exit of I-40 before it becomes Carolina Beach Road.

>>> THE SCAREY NEWS is that after finally healing the TWO Diabetic Ulcers I've had on my feet (both took well over two years) -- and I do NOT have Diabetes, but my NAZI MOTHER first murdered her brother Robert John Meyer, DDS, because he allowed my cousin to marry a JEW -- and Mom later found out he was GAY (which Uncle Bob told me twice).

This, Mom did with the help of a now-closed Veterans Hospital in Lower Mississippi, but committing Bob and giving him DOUBLE DOSE Lithium Carbonate. to achieve a 1.5 Lithium Level -- guaranteed to produce Diabetes, which Bob slowly and painfully died of. And I have Mom's hadwritten notes from 1978 of how this would work:

Mom forced me to take Lithium Carbonate at 0.7 (the later, revised therapeutic level), for 31 years!!! My Shrink took me off it when after eight years of therapy with her, I'd NEVER shown a sign of being Bipolar. Today, I'm diagnosed as having Complex PTSD and I use self-talk and pot-smoking to calm down -- which I need less and less.

The Weather Continues . . . : Let's Get a Few Things Straight -- BEFORE I Move ON (and WHY did this blog get 727 hits from Senegal in the last 7 days???):

ONLY Authoritarian Countries allow the prescribing of Lithium Carbonate for more than a couple of months because it is so destructive to many organs. I lost all of my perfect teeth to it -- and now, I'm getting Diabetic Ulcers -- which are what lead directly to AMPUTATIONS.

My mother's gift to me from the GRAVE!!!

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"UNBELIEVABLE" CONFESSIONS of WHQR-Public Media's CIA News Director: Benjamin Schachtman -- and OTHER SHOCKING (Trump), NEWS as Well!!!:

 

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>>> CONTACTS WHO ONLY GET MY POSTINGS VIA SECURED SERVERS (top Politicians of both Parties, top Clergy, Press, and so forth), NEED to first read my LAST POSTING (which includes the new  SCIENTIFIC PROOF  that  Donald Trump has a MICRO-PENIS  -- just like ADOLF HITLER!!!:

https://theweathercontinues.blogspot.com/2025/12/i-told-you-all-of-these-things-were.html

>>> I SEARCHED WHQR'S Website and CANNOT FIND what Ben Schachtman published this morning and emailed to a select few!!!  Usually, his Sunday piece shows up there within an hour or two  -- so I've pasted it in from the email Ben sent me:

This makes it sound like he has ACTIVE TUBERCULOSIS (Consumption)!!!:

Hey folks – Well, we’re here in the ‘intertimes,’ the strange week between Christmas and New Year’s, a liminal space where the dress code swings wildly from party dress to pajamas, and the usual cadence of the day is punctuated by naps, snacking, and a level of couch-bound laziness that would otherwise be indecorous.  I often end up working through the intertimes – which is fine, this is not a lament – because most of my colleagues are taking well-earned and much-needed holiday time off. I enjoy the quietude, to be honest, and I find the ‘intertimes’ to be a perfect space to tie up loose ends, clear the detritus of the year from my desk, and begin sketching out what the new year will look like. With few distractions, I find I can often get quite a lot done – and, yes, I can get it done in my pajamas, most days. This year was a little different, thanks to a rogue respiratory virus that, if I’m being honest, thoroughly kicked my ass. (Whether it was as bad as the stomach flu that Celia Rivenbark detailed in her very funny Substack, I can’t say. But it was not a good time.) I’ve usually just powered through most winter colds, sometimes with the help of DayQuil or TheraFlu, but this one was different. During one midnight coughing fit, which felt like being thrashed by a mechanical piston, I saw splotches of light and almost blacked out. I think I actually said, out loud, “ok, ok.” I get it. This one’s bad. The worst of it settled in as we were visiting my folks, which was sub-optimal for all involved, although they took good care of me. My parents live in a small historic town up north, and behind their backyard fence is a Colonial-era graveyard, which has given us an endless stream of jokes about (mostly) quiet neighbors.  But this past week, after coughing a pink spray into the sink, I looked out at the graves, lightly frosted with snow, a few adorned with flowers. Plenty of headstones testifying to the wrath of respiratory illnesses. Maybe I shouldn’t be so hardheaded (a.k.a. stupid) and avail myself of some modern medicine, I thought. So, soon as I got home, I schlepped to the local urgent care. I’d already been tested for Covid and pertussis (I had a Tdap shot a few years ago), and the doctor told me this wasn’t RSV, either. Just a particularly pernicious virus that was dragging people around for three to four weeks at a time, often ending in pneumonia or, in my case, a bad case of bronchitis. They loaded me up with meds – antibiotics, prednisone, even an experimental new steroid inhaler – and told me to lie down and stay down. I got the impression the doctor had seen a few things in her day, and the way she told me this, it did not seem like a suggestion. It’s been almost another full week, and I’m starting to turn the corner, hopefully. If you were listening to Weekend Edition on Saturday, you heard me struggling, but I should be good to go for Morning Edition this week (I hope I am, since I’m filling in for Ken Campbell and there’s really no one else around to do it!).  I share all this not because I think my suffering – or stubbornness – was unique (one glance around the urgent care waiting room would have dispelled that delusion), but because it seems like a painfully apt metaphor for this year. We’re all used to rough times, and pushing through them; everyone else is hacking it, even those who have it far worse. Because of that, sometimes it’s hard to tell when you’ve crossed a line between resilience and recklessness. (If you listen, people will tell you. If not, well, you end up on the way to pneumonia.)  Of course, I’m not just talking about respiratory infections here. It could be work, or family, or the doomscroll of the news feed, or something else. Maybe it’s all that. There’s only so much you can take and, in the end, most of the penalties for taking a knee are self-imposed. It doesn’t mean you’ve quit, it just means you’ve wised up enough to know you’re no good to anyone if you’ve run yourself into the ground. That was my lesson this holiday season, learned – admittedly – the hard way. All that to say, we’ll be back next week with a full Sunday Edition. I’ll leave most of the ‘best of’ and ‘worst of’ recapping to others – you were there, you remember – but I will try to pull some threads from 2025 that I think will still be relevant next year. And, while I try to avoid predictions, I think there are some stories that my colleagues and I will want to focus on.  We’re still dealing with the fallout of austerity moves at the federal, state, and local levels, and while some budget cuts have not been as catastrophic as feared, others have had real-world consequences, often for some of the most vulnerable people in our communities. As I wrote a couple of weeks ago, it remains unclear how, or even if, The Endowment will step into that breach. Outside of New Hanover County, that’s a non-issue, and we’ll be looking at how Brunswick, Columbus, and Pender counties are adapting. There’s also the troubling issue of youth violence, which I spent a lot of time on at the beginning of this year, talking to community health workers and advocates, nonprofit leaders, law enforcement officials, and kids themselves. Looking at the incident earlier this week at the Independence Mall, where a group of young men set off a roiling panic by allegedly walking around with guns, I think it’s safe to say we haven’t cracked the code.  One note in particular struck me: one of the young men involved in the incident, Tristian Scott Allen, had just been released from prison. I mean literally that day. He’d served about a year and a half after taking a plea deal related to a downtown Wilmington shooting in late 2023. Initially facing attempted murder and a host of other charges, Allen had pleaded down to the ‘alphabet charge’ (assault with a deadly weapon with the intent to kill).  I don’t have any special knowledge about Allen, but I can imagine there are some significant challenges on your first day out of prison: Who can you trust? Where can you stay? What do you do? It’s not impossible to imagine how you might end up in bad company, doing something stupid and dangerous, and ultimately fleeing the police. Allen wasn’t the driver, and hasn’t been charged with any firearm offenses – in fact, he was the only one given bond after the incident (a relatively small $1,200). But, obviously, if you wanted to turn your life around after prison, this is not a great start.  The four men involved were Black, and the comment sections were a dumpster fire of racist dogwhistles and patronizing snipes. But, in spite of that, I saw a few genuine attempts at reckoning with the problem. Is it the parents? The schools? The culture? The system? All of the above? There are real racial disparities; how do we talk about that in a way that's honest and productive without descending into stereotypes and bigotry? I’m not the first to say it, of course, but Facebook is a terrible place to try to have that kind of nuanced conversation. I hope we can continue to provide a better forum at WHQR, but that depends on people’s willingness to have tough conversations. And, of course, we’ve got elections! There are several primaries lining up for March, and we’re in talks with WECT and Port City Daily about hosting events, at least for the Democratic county commissioner and Republican school board candidates in New Hanover County. And, speaking of elections, we’re still waiting to see what the new all-Democratic City of Wilmington council will do on a host of issues from homelessness to public transportation. They’ve got no opposition and, for the time being, a strong mandate from the voters – so what will they do with it? Plus, there’s Novant’s ongoing issues at NHRMC, as we continue to watch for improvements in watchdog and federal safety ratings, while still hearing a steady stream of horror stories from patients and staff. And there’s the never-ending PFAS saga, starring Chemours as the villain, but also a huge ensemble cast of other polluters (landfill leachate, fire-suppression foam, paper products, nonstick everything, you get the idea).  In other words, I’m glad I got a few days of downtime, because whatever 2026 will be, it will not be boring. I remain grateful to have you with us on this journey. I appreciate the messages, feedback, even the constructive criticism – and I hope you’ll keep it coming. As always, thanks for reading, and Happy New Year!

-Ben Schachtman, News Director Bschachtman@whqr.org Looking for past Sunday Edition essays? Find them here

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