Downvotes and karma mean exactly dick here.
B.C., A.D., and the new P.c. Before Christ, Anno Domini, and the new Post Covid. Just for keks, not serious.
To all the pedes between northwest Arkansas and northeast Ohio......you all are awesome!!!!. Check the highways, you will know who you are. Not one biden sign, sticker or flag. TRUMP flags, bumper stickers, pro 2A, and no steppie flags everywhere!!! I live my countrymen, and our great country. We are MAGA, be not afraid!!! A week in the road, and I love you all more and more!!
To the Father of all creation, we ask that you instill in us a virtuous heart after your own. That you forgive us of our shortcomings, and bring forth in our nation a new brotherhood of ALL men, women, and children, and bend our hearts toward your desires for us all. Thank you for your daily provisions, and give us strength in our moments of trial and weakness. In the name of Christ Jesus, the name of the Father, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen
Simple response to harassment: "if you're so scared of dying that you're afraid to live? Go home."
I am going to put one hellofa show for those fucks that get to interrogate me!!!
Before I dive into my past, please trust that i intend no harm to anyone. I fear confrontation on all levels. I have absolutely zero intent to call for violence in any form. I am not afraid of the violence necessary in self defense, nor defense of family, or defense in all forms. But offensive force of a violent nature is inherently, and completely horrific to me and should be avoided at all costs. Having said that, hear me out. Father forgive me. I care not for anyone, beyond my knowledge of you. My children are innocent, my wife is only above my children (in that they would not exist without her and i), I love them, as much as I can (in that I do for them all that I do) on this mortal plain. I was raised in a military household. I made friends, but learned quickly, at least in my experience, that people come and go. I learned not to give too much emotion to passing persons in my life. No emotional connection for me has lasted, save for my parents, brother, wife, and children, beyond a phone call or two, in an attempt at lasting friendship. Before you pity me, understand that I have welcomed this myself, the lack of emotional attachment, and only recently have I learned to care for those around me greater than I have cared for myself (or rather seemed to care for myself when the truth was, i cared for nothing). My grand parents showed their love in their way, all are gone now, without so much as a phone call from me to my aunts and uncles. When my mother told me when (they all left at separate times and different ways) and how they passed, I prayed earnestly and honestly, that I will see them again, but I shed not even a tear. There is no real emotion present in my mind. It's not a coldness, not a feeling if joy, just nothing. I could say that it hurts to lose someone. But that would not be true, as I have not lost anyone close to me, as of yet. I hear songs about sons and dads, they make me cry. But that's it. Are people like me more prepared for what is coming? Emotionally. The loss of human life is a statistic to me. I am a bible believing Christian. I know there is more beyond what we see. I feel It to the core of my being. I have read everything i can get my hands on concerning the archaeological, anthropological, documented history of the world as it concerns biblical history, both old and new testament, and I am convinced. I know it is true. Yet i feel that my capacity for compassion does not exist. I can reason for or against any topic i choose. Playing both honest Christian, and devil's advocate, depending on the direction of the arguement. I am no where near a master at this, even when I feel more than competently knowledgeable on a given subject. I try to keep in mind the the histories of the world I have exposed myself to, and reasonable arguements both secular and theological, yet always leaning on God's wisdom where my personal conclusions might lay. There is a persecution coming. Of a political nature: having what seems, and may only seem at this point, a complete lack of compassion for individual human beings, am I as prepared, more prepared or less, than those that honestly have an emotional empathy for their fellow man? Of a religious persecution: I will gladly line up for the gallows or guillotine, with a smile on my face, knowing I am going to meet my creator. On this I feel no doubt. Frens, i pray we all find that which will fill that hole in our heart. I have. His name was written on my heart at the beginning of time.
Fear not. This is not me dooming. Just a semi stream of consciousness. Thoughts? I will respond as I can.
C/guns.........what the ever living eff you see kay
We all know Hillary was "supposed to win" the 2016 election. During Obama's last year our town, and many others I assume, had medical clinics built on nearly every corner of town, it seemed (small clinics all over town). What if the reason the f.b.i. has not given any info worth a shit (we all now know they are pretty much corrupt to the core) because it was supposed to happen in response to the covid pandemic, and was green lighted before the election. It was going to be used to force gun control, but once green lighted, there was no way to stop the wheels spinning, so to speak. Probably were going to blame it in an antivaxer white supremacist movement, but another shooter or two didnt make the show. Thoughts? Hillary in office, pandemic in full swing 2017, massive casualty incident with big bad weapons of war?
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The Gods of the Copybook Headings
AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race, I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place. Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn: But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind, So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.
We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace, Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place, But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.
With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch, They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch; They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings; So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.
When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace. They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease. But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."
On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life (Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife) Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."
In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all, By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul; But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."
Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man There are only four things certain since Social Progress began. That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire, And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins, As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn, The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!
Rudyard Kipling
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