Good Read by Paul Harvey 1965.

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His essay from 1965 sure hits home today~

If I were the prince of darkness, I would want to engulf the whole world in darkness.

I’d have a third of its real estate and four-fifths of its population, but I would not be happy until I had seized the ripest apple on the tree — thee.
So, I would set about however necessary to take over the United States.
I’d subvert the churches first, and I would begin with a campaign of whispers.
With the wisdom of a serpent, I would whisper to you as I whispered to Eve: “Do as you please.”
To the young, I would whisper that the Bible is a myth. I would convince the children that man created God instead of the other way around. I’d confide that what’s bad is good and what’s good is square.
And the old, I would teach to pray after me, “Our Father, which are in Washington …”
Then, I’d get organized, I’d educate authors in how to make lurid literature exciting so that anything else would appear dull and uninteresting.
I’d peddle narcotics to whom I could. I’d sell alcohol to ladies and gentlemen of distinction. I’d tranquilize the rest with pills.
If I were the devil, I’d soon have families at war with themselves, churches at war with themselves and nations at war with themselves until each, in its turn, was consumed.
And with promises of higher ratings, I’d have mesmerizing media fanning the flames.
If I were the devil, I would encourage schools to refine young intellect but neglect to discipline emotions. I’d tell teachers to let those students run wild. And before you knew it, you’d have drug-sniffing dogs and metal detectors at every schoolhouse door.
With a decade, I’d have prisons overflowing and judges promoting pornography. Soon, I would evict God from the courthouse and the schoolhouse and them from the houses of Congress.
In his own churches, I would substitute psychology for religion and deify science. I’d lure priests and pastors into misusing boys and girls and church money.
If I were the devil, I’d take from those who have and give to those who wanted until I had killed the incentive of the ambitious.
What’ll you bet I couldn’t get whole states to promote gambling as the way to get rich?
I’d convince the young that marriage is old-fashioned, that swinging is more fun and that what you see on television is the way to be.
And thus, I could undress you in public and lure you into bed with diseases for which there are no cures.
In other words, if I were the devil, I’d just keep right on doing what he’s doing.
[Source: Harvey, Paul. “If I Were the Devil.” Reading Eagle. July 1, 1996.]
 


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Meet the man at a JC convention in Minot in the early 70's. Even got to shake his hand and an autographed napkin. Always liked his "rest of the story" stories. LB
 

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Meet the man at a JC convention in Minot in the early 70's. Even got to shake his hand and an autographed napkin. Always liked his "rest of the story" stories. LB

Agreed LB,my younger days,hunting trips out west long before satillite radio and FM we could only get hog reports or Paul Harvey during our lunch on AM radio...Somtimes late at night we could pick-up creature theater from some southern state as we traveled,radio spook show was entertaining as well.
 
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The only time in my life that I used to shut down what ever I was doing and eat lunch on a regular schedule was when Paul and the rest of the story was on the radio at 12:30. He was the best of the best.
 


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Pauls one story about the coyote, Montana Rancher, New Ford pickup, and some dynamite was one of my favorites. Still makes me laugh:thumbedup::thumbedup:
 

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I'd forgotten how that went so I had to look it up.


For those that didn't hear it .........


There was a sheep rancher who was having a problem with coyotes killing his sheep so he started trapping them, well the fist coyote that he caught was still alive and he was so mad at these coyotes for killing his sheep that he decided to get some revenge with this one. The rancher took a stick of dynamite and duck taped it to the coyote, lit the dynamite and then let the coyote lose. Well the first place the coyote ran was under the ranchers brand new 4 wheel drive pick up truck…………

and now you know the rest of the story, Good day.



My boy told me about a Paul H. story he heard about Eskimos or another tribe from the far North who would dip a very sharp knife in blood and let it freeze a few times over and over so it had several layers of frozen blood on it , Then I suppose freeze the knife handle in a block of ice ? I don't know the exact story but supposedly the wolves would find it and start licking the blood and they would cut thier tongue and get so blood thirsty that they bled to death.

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I found that one too, Paul told it much better.


Radio personality Paul Harvey tells the story of how an Eskimo kills a wolf. The account is grisly, yet it offers fresh insight into the consuming, self-destructive nature of sin.

First, the Eskimo coats his knife blade with animal blood and allows it to freeze. Then he adds another layer of blood, and another, until the blade is completely concealed by frozen blood. Next, the hunter fixes his knife in the ground with the blade up. When a wolf follows his sensitive nose to the source of the scent and discovers the bait, he licks it, tasting the fresh frozen blood. He begins to lick faster, more and more vigorously, lapping the blade until the keen edge is bare. Feverishly now, harder and harder the wolf licks the blade in the arctic night. So great becomes his craving for blood that the wolf does not notice the razor-sharp sting of the naked blade on his own tongue, nor does he recognize the instant at which his insatiable thirst is being satisfied by his OWN warm blood. His carnivorous appetite just craves more—until the dawn finds him dead in the snow!

It is a fearful thing that people can be “consumed by their own lusts.” Only God’s grace keeps us from the wolf’s fate.
 

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It's pretty cool that If you have listened to him a lot and read his stories they come to life with his one of a kind voice in your head, pauses and all. He had a knack to pause just at the right time making you wonder what he was going to say next , Then a pause at the end to let it all sink in.
 

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Agreed LB,my younger days,hunting trips out west long before satillite radio and FM we could only get hog reports or Paul Harvey during our lunch on AM radio...Somtimes late at night we could pick-up creature theater from some southern state as we traveled,radio spook show was entertaining as well.

I remember "The Rest of the Story" from when I was a kid growing up on AM radio. I think it was WCCO 830. I also remember "Stand by for News!" and when he would end with that sort of squeaky "Good Day."

When I worked harvest and snow removal over night I'd catch Coast to Coast. You never knew what kind of goofball would call in. I miss that show, it made staying up all night easier. Now I don't think I could stay up late enough to even catch the beginning!
 


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