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A veteran of Viet Nam, student of history (both American and film), Jeffrey Bennett has been broadcasting for over twenty-eight years as host of various radio-satellite and internet based programs and has been considered the voice of reason on the alternative media – providing a unique and distinctive broadcast style, including topics such as your Financial, Physical, and Spiritual well-being, education, news, Federal and local legislative issues, which will affect our future, political satire (with a twist), and editorial commentary on current events through the teaching of history. Bennett has published numerous books on American History – TRUE history – not re-worked, altered history. Kettle Moraine Productions has also published books for unknown authors, whose dedication to truth – stands alone.

Jeffrey is the founder and CEO of Kettle Moraine, Ltd. Publications, which is the host and developer of numerous websites, including the Metropolis.Café, Dr. Kelley’s Victory Over Cancer, Sierra Madre Precious Metals (previously published under a group of different names) and The Federal Observer – a daily on-line publication, which co-authored and spear-headed a petition, which ultimately caused new legislation to be signed by President Bush within 450 days of the events that rocked our world on September 11, 2001. In addition, Kettle Moraine, Ltd., continues to produce Perspectives on America, a Tuesday though Thursday, two hour broadcast on the Republic Broadcasting Network Network.

Welcome, and… an Introduction from the Editor

“Train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” ~ Proverbs: 22:16

Solomom writing Proverbs by Gustave Dore

Solomon writing Proverbs by Gustave Goré

There are days in Life – that I don’t know where to begin, but let’s give it a try…

To begin… There are two “Pages” that I invite EVERYONE to read – whether you have been a continual reader of our work or not – for it shall explain much about the purpose of the Metropolis Café site, it’s history and the true meaning for its existence; Le Metropolis Café, where our opening line states, “The process of re-educating our children begins HERE!” and Metropolis ~ the Story.

If you are a first time visitor – WELCOME to Metropolis.Café. For those who have not been with us for some time – Welcome back… and I am getting back to work – well – I have never quit – but an intense expansion project is in the works for our highly specialized Category, Words and Deeds. Continue reading

Bennett: But it’s all OK – Just Take a Little Pill

ADHD drug Ritalin affects the brain like cocaine – so why is it being prescribed to children?

I was a third week Senior at Glenbrook North High School in 1965 – and I knew that something was wrong…

As I progressed from the 5th grade on – through the 6th grade and then into Middle School at Northbrook Junior High and subsequently into High School, I found myself beginning to lack in numerous areas of my education. In English, I was an astute reader (and still am), and Science classes were interesting to me – chiefly due to the exciting talents of one teacher in Junior High – who smoked a pipe in class! History was always a subject that I thoroughly enjoyed, but as time went on, many of the teachers became boring – hence I became bored – more so in High School. Continue reading

Meet Joe Black ~ ‘Ambassador for the game and life’

~ Foreword ~

                        Joe Black – when I knew him. ~ J.B.

I hadn’t seen Joe for about two and a half months and wondered why. Now I know the answer as to why.

I acquired my private mail box on Shea Boulevard in 1996 and while most of the folks remained private for one reason or another, I was soon introduced to Joe Black – for the second time in my life.

The first was in 1955, when I was seven years old and was just learning about the national pastime. I spent summers in Eagle, Wisconsin – I was a Milwaukee Braves fan – County Stadium was my ‘home away from home’. Joe Black left the Brooklyn Dodgers that year and signed on with the Cincinnati Red Legs – and brought with him quite a legacy – the first black pitcher to bring his team a pennant. Joe spent the rest of his life bringing the winning pennant home to whatever endeavor he tackled.

I never broke bread with the man – but we broke the silence of two people with little in common – and I never asked him for his autograph. May you rest in peace sweet man.

Without Apology I am,

‘Ambassador for the Game and Life’

Legendary Brooklyn Dodgers pitcher Joe Black died of prostate cancer Friday morning at the age of 78, passing away at an aftercare facility in Scottsdale.

“At moments like this, when we’re worrying about other things within the game, it really doesn’t mean too much,” Commissioner Bud Selig said. “I’ve known Joe Black a long time. He loved the game and was so willing to always be helpful. He was one of those rare individuals who was willing to give of himself unconditionally. You just don’t find people like that, especially in professional sports.” Continue reading

Our Modern Era Village of the DAMNED!

Something is terribly wrong with the Education ‘Village‘ of America – the complete breakdown of America’s government controlled education system through indoctrination and Socialism. Our children have become truly ‘damned‘ and will have little chance to truly succeed in this nation – UNLESS – the system can be overturned.

This commentary was so-named because of then First Lady, Hillary Clinton’s comment, “It takes a village to raise a child.” In addition to my feelings that our children are truly ‘damned‘ as long as this system is allowed to continue.

The ‘Village‘ is the place that I would not wish to be in today. I was privileged to participate in one of the last non-socialist school systems. Hell – I also know that the conversion had already begun, but I had great teachers. At 73 years of age – I can still picture and name over 90% of those whose care I was placed into. Continue reading

Merely the Caretaker…

It was… maybe 48 years ago – 1972…

Cover, Recollections and Letters, 1st Edition, 1903

We had been married for about two years, and I was a sales representative at a Volkswagen dealership in Evanston, Illinois. The owners name was Herman Eberhardt. Older buildings, and the dealership was split, with the body and paint shop on the (appropriately) South side of the lot – and that is where the treasure was to be found…

I have told my story many times in the past, but will share the basis of it once more, so that you will understand the (personal) significance of my discovery.

It was 1958 and that year I attended the Crestwood Elementary School in Northbrook, Illinois. It was this one fortuitous year that I would receive the greatest gift of my ‘formal’ education – a year to remember for many reasons – chiefly among them was my teacher – Donald Adair. Continue reading

Haille’s Comet

Tonight I learned a valuable lesson of what I have long suspected about the failure of education in this nation, both within the Government system – and at home.

As I do several nights a week, I left my office and drove over to a Denny’s which I frequent. What – for the food? No – for the company of a good number of the staff who work at this store. From the cooks to several of the managers and those who I refer to as “my girls.’ Lulu, Ryleigh, Yaselyn and Haille – my Native American friend.

Haille is a young student in College and she was sharing with me tonight the insanity of her “English” class. The instructor has assigned a series of topics to individual students having little to do with the education of “the language.” Haille was assigned “race relations,” while another student was assigned the topic of “global warming.” Continue reading

My history with Stinkin’ Lincoln

A personal post – of sorts. WARNING: There is one word in the following text which in fact does violate the purposes of this web-site – however – I am not the perpetrator – the author of the words of a song is. ~ Ed.

Few remember the 1968 Broadway play, ‘HAIR‘. A live performance originally performed at the Biltmore Theater, 261-5 West 47th St. in New York City. I did not see it in New York, but while on R&R in Tokyo in ’69 (from ‘nam) I stayed at a hotel that was also hosting the Chicago cast for performances in that city. Only one performance was held, due to the nudity on stage. The cast and play were subsequently banned from further performances due to pornography laws. I was privileged to spend several evenings in the bar and restaurant with that cast and made some interesting friends, many of who I would meet up with again when I was released from the Army after my 21 months “in country.” Continue reading

…and so it would seem…

When the Metropolis Café project was launched in February 2017, my goals were numerous – and remain so, but… too few of the readers (or should I say ‘visitors’?) get it – but then this is the disease of our modern society.

For those who “don’t get it”, the segments of this blog which teach history (Mr. Adair’s Classroom in particular) is not meant to promote anything else but what has been incorrectly taught for the past century and a half. As an example, the cause of the Confederacy had less to do with slavery than you have ever been taught – and I was born in the Nawth! Continue reading

Teacher’s

My granddaughter and I have coffee with a good number of Arizona teacher’s nearly each morning. Also, being married to a teacher, I understand what they are going through – economically and otherwise.

We are not fans of Teacher’s Unions – they do little more than to line the pockets of those who run the Unions. We have seen this first hand as well. There are far too many outside influences interacting (controlling) with the Public (non)-Education system today – including and specifically – Government (the Department of Education), politics and Economics – and hence – through no fault of MANY of the teachers – the results are abysmal.

We grow tired of Bond Issues that do no more than provide funds for new schools, new paint, the mopping of the floors, questionable (manipulative) textbooks and window washing.  It is way past time that the TEACHERS (throughout America) were properly cared for – after all – they hold the now and future of our children – and hence – the Nation – in their hands.

At Metropolis Café we support the endeavors and the battles of REAL teachers – everywhere.

We’ll see you at the coffee-shop in the morning. ~ JB
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