God Bless John Steinbeck!  The early part of my life was much like the story of the Joad family. I was the oldest of twelve kids, and at the height of America's prosperity, my folks were forced out of the only home they ever owned by rich banker neighbors who found our little corner house unfashionable and hurtful to their property values. They told us to our faces, even put bullets through our walls and poisoned our animals. We stood our ground. Our house was burned. It was LBJ's war in my hometown, and city leaders attempted to rebuff the feds by claiming no poor existed there even as they purged the impoverished from the city. As a teenager, I stood much like Henry Fonda's character in "The Grapes of Wrath". His great soliloquy at the movie's end I adopted as my social mission statement. It was why I became a crusading reporter, then a chaplain to nursing homes and hospitals.  Some family members cannot see this movie without crying. Some of us were permanantly damaged by this ugly "War on Poverty". That painful story is reiterated in many families over and over again through the centuries. When people are not permitted any means to survive within the law, they will be forced to survive outside the law, even with God's blessing, as the Bible tells, as fleeing young David ate the Temple shewbread unlawfully. When sustenance is outlawed, only outlaws will have sustanance. Nations are born outside the law, resisting oppression! It was not wealth or law, but God, Guns, and Guts that made America great. Where are yours?  No king but Jesus! Live free or die trying!