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I'd like to add to this these three newer presidents and one older president who, though not particularly articulate, sought to elevate American citizens. Before you rant and rage against me, after reading what I had to say, I implore you to read and absorb. That list: Bill Clinton (hint: economy) ; Reagan: (hint: gave no shits ever...); Trump: though he's seldom articulate, he is passionate, knows who he he's fighting for, and has a HUGE SET of balls. Hate him if you want, but first consider how you would feel about yourself if you had just an ounce of Donald Trump's fucking obsessive drive. Don't dwell in hatred, but, rather, redirect...

You know you are all-in with the game when you're still trying to hit it on top of a sarcophagus. That's legendary status right there, folks.

Been away for a few days/nights, sorting out the grain from the chaff. And by God's grace and love, I've been successful...

And just when I thought the gifts couldn't get richer, I found a poem come flowing out tonight. It may read as a sadness, but read deeper, because there's love and the anticipation of a love that holds the salvation one man, this man, sought. That salvation was delivered to me by Providence, and this poem marks the time it took me to come to this revelation...

1:

Red cirrus swipes against blue canvas

The colors should grasp my voice and send it heavenward, but I can't... just can't

Birds alight like dreams upon my head, shoulders

They wheedle me for a song to join theirs...

But I can't... just can't...

A child laughs and invites me into her otherwise private joke at the ridiculous world of ridiculous grown-ups...

I smile, and, for that briefest of explosions from the canyons of my yesterdays, I want to join her. Join her and force my wild laughter to Heaven's gate... but I can't... just can't...

A friend died today, or maybe a century ago, but it feels like every second he's there, then not...

And before tears can own me, I remember his jokes about living, dying, soaring, searing and God, and I want to laugh... but I can't... just can't...

I sit on the quiet bench among heavy skies, and I know, now, the reason for my can'ts...

I can't until there's you to show me I can...

Postscript:

God gave me HER, as undeserving as I was for all my years, and she shines a light dipped in God's lustrous Waters, a light that guides me in Stygian nights and stormswept days. And I decry my unending gratitude for God's gift of her. Amen.

Why are you even on Tumblr if all you do is comment the most vile and uneducated shit on posts that have nothing to do with you? Take your Trump praise and your old, unfunny ass back to Twitter.

I am not a Trump fan, and never voted for him. But I see the evils that the Leftists are selling (and have been selling for over a century) and the idiots who suck it up. Idiots like you and every other person that wants their hedonism to go on unchecked; that wants their free everything; that wants to run and hide behind Liberal government, even when that government takes away individual liberties and locks people up in their own homes? And as far as education goes, I have more education and sense than you could ever amass, and I use my intellect in far better ways than you and those like you. You, however, want to shriek at people who disagree, seek to get them canceled, and say worse and more vile things than I ever have. And never once do you employ reason and logic to see the Liberal plots for what they really are. But you gobble down all the MSM trash and the political narratives (pronounced LIES) that Lefties throw your way. So, yeah, therein lies the vitriol, pathetic "anonymous" person. You don't even have the temerity to use a name or handle that isn't veiled. That is referred to as being chicken shit. And I have little care or time for cowards. Yes, that means you.

So: Do piss off. And leave me to my First Amendment rights. And I don't hang about Twitter, you assumptive POS.

I'll pray for you, but I think we both know you're beyond the reach of God or salvation.

This is what you call targeted marketing. Quite effective in most circumstances...

Zing! I'm chuckling after reading this one...

You need a mental evaluation

And you're a qualified professional, suited to make that judgment? Given the fact that you're hiding behind anonymity, I'd venture to say that you're not. So, do piss off, pitiful introvert...or whatever you are. You're dismissed.

Starting to see how these things really work?

The Color of Pomegranates  1969

Shared from Bing: Missouri station offering Russian state radio to listeners

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Missouri station offering Russian state radio to listeners

LIBERTY, Mo. (AP) — A man who runs a little-known, low-budget radio station in suburban Kansas City says he is standing up for free speech a

I see that USA Today, that venerable proponent of free speech and truth, has decided to do the heavy lifting in the morality department, posting this story that originated with the equally fair and neutral Associated Press, in a move designed to secure Constitutional freedoms for a small radio station. In no way does national reporting like this on the topic of a tiny broadcasting company put this man up in the cross hairs. Neither did the statement made by National Association of Broadcasters (NAB) President and CEO Curtis LeGeyt who said the organization is a “fierce defender" of free speech but that given Russia's unprovoked attack on Ukraine, ”we believe that our nation must stand fully united against misinformation and for freedom and democracy across the globe." So, in essence, LeGeyt endorses the suspension of free speech and freedom of the press here in the US to promote global freedom. But if similar organizations around the world do the same thing, then haven't they effectively destroyed those very freedoms?

Folks, it's a dangerous game that's being played in this country and other nations where information is only information if it meets the approval of talking heads, questionable government, and political puppeteers. This smells like the stench of encroaching fascism the likes of which dwarf the work of the Axis powers of World War II, Chairman Mao's regime, and all the other dictatorial powers of the 20th and early 21st century combined. And embracing it is tantamount to suicide...