Day 10 of Harvest, Happy Birthday Marines

 

It was 6 January, 1981, the lanky 10 year old looked up at her father, a marine, standing in front of the bathroom mirror as he shaved his face. The little radio precariously perched in the small bathroom at the end of the shiny floored hall, in building one, apartment one, parroted the daily news through the dial of the BBC. 

"Do you like Ronald Reagan dad?" Olive, the quizzical child who hardly stopped moving asked. 

 Her father didn't look down and continued looking in the frosty mirror as to not make a mistake, stretching his neck out for easier of shaving. 

"Sweetheart, he's nothing special but the Iranians like him better than Carter and hopefully we can get the hostages back. One day though I pray someone comes along and has the will to make things better for the US et all."

  There is a saying,

 'A fish doesn't know what out of the water is 

if it's never been out of the water.

It's a funny thing to see many Americans not understand their own system, not the youth that were taught wrong by the public education system, but adult peers and such that has had time and the opportunity to learn.

No one is allowed to police speech, that's the Alpha X number one thing. It is how we move through peace, We do it with words. 

The second item on the list is your right to defend your self from those that wish to rule over you and your words, be it the State or another. 

Third is to know We are sovereign over the State always under Gods eye. 

Her mother's voice sang in her head as it often did, "if anything ever happens don't deny who you are. There is nothing shameful about being an American."

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

Happy Other Birthday, Dad. I love you. Thank you. I'm gonna try and make the best coffee ever for you. 

DXy 9 of Harvest, Hey

 

Here are some random notes and letters'; much like Paul with bits of Thomas braided through, and completely different too.

"If the shoe doesn't fit, don't put it on." We have retards walking in shoes that don't fit and then they complain their feet hurt, maybe their shoe choice is wrong...=you are doing it wrong.

It also means

"If the shoe doesn't fit, don't put it on." We have pretend empaths that get their panties in a wad when ever they hear someone point out bad modeling, if you are not the bad model don't be vexed. 

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    Dear good christian (?what does the word Christian mean today?) woman neighbor,

It's irrelevant that you believe you have been abused in the past, or even if you were, that does not give you the right to not feed your children properly. You have become the abuser and someone should point it out. Your children are more important than your feelings, those are the past, get over your self. There are actually some people you can't fool and still a few others that don't put up with manipulative bullshit because you are lonely, or worse, envious. 

You are a problem maker in society. 

"Boo!" 

If you are on SSRI's you might want to do a bit of research on the actual side effects they have on you and your family as you walk around as a numb mindless automaton. 

And stop thinking you can police others word choices, my goodness you have no idea what bitchy brats you look like. 

You may say you have a past, they always do. It's been bad modeling for sometime now, of everyone telling others not to judge someone's poor choices, that's retarded, you teach your kids that trash?

Two faced people aren't trust worthy; and women that make their priority the killing of offspring or the spading and nurturing and such are certainly not trust worthy to have a say in society. 

X

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    Dear good christian man neighbor,

Your house is not in order because all you care about is playing with your dick or not judging others for doing so. Women are not meat. I know many of them are disrespectful cunts and hateful bitchs that only worry about themselves;I get the struggle. "on guard" abusive men are trash as are women that lie about their husband being abusive because she's hateful, some of you men I See are just as hateful when called out on piss poor behavior. The majority of you don't know much about what you say you believe as you call your selves teachers as you lead the sheep to poison pastures of lies and excuses. 

X

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All ideas are not good, all teachings are not good, and you can tell the difference with discernment, then you look at it with judgment if harm is done. 

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Dear adults, (real adults)

If you support retarded pronouns or even entertain them you are a problem. You can fix it. Stop doing it. Here's the deal though...We can't trust you to make intelligent decisions. You are...untrustworthy. 

You See, we know you are a weak liar. I've been saying this for a long time now, weak Saaaaauce is bad sauce, fake sauce is bad sauce. We throw out bad sauce. 

I am very well aware of the poison that was fed your children. Here's an old Chinese phrase my Mother taught me, "We don't kow tow."

X

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Forgive my trespass spiritual gurus, are you being honest to Gods laws in your X, Praise God. Beit, life. Gimel, teach. 

Here my river Styxs flows under two feet of snow. A deluge to come a garden of death for some. Into the ground it will go for all to know and grow. 

Be still and listen

One day I'll tell you a story 

ll

Sing it with me...

"...she's got the whole world in her hands, she's got the whole world in her hands."

And one more

"She'll be comin round the mountain when she comes..."

Don't fear the reaper there is life after death

I'm gonna need more cowbell.

If people are serious with concerns to peace, it's work that's worth it.

Alhamdulillah

 

Working in circles between here and the time

the sun shines brightly 

clang clang on the coffee mug

clang clang on the coffee mug

clang clang on the coffee mug

We've only just begun

There isn't a thing that can not be seen

 that's lit by the sun 

if your eyes peer thee

The cardinal and the owl gazed down upon the earth

So many wrongs to make right

and two wrongs don't make a right

though for peace on earth

justice must be done

Mashallah

As the crows and the birds all fly south east.

Day 8 of Harvest

 

Easter

this is what time it seems.

I'll start here, 

Every time I stand for the National anthem, I sing it out loud. I almost always tear up, "...bombs bursting in air..." 

His helicopter was hit on 9 June, he died 2 July, 2010. Why were we in Afghanistan?

Have you ever read 'War is a Racket', by Smedley Butler? You should, he explains how 'War is a Racket', he was the system and understood the system. He was no normal man, he was extraordinary; he was a Marine. It will truly do your knowledge base good to read 'War is a Racket', that's why I am saying it 3 times to whomever is ingesting this. 

It doesn't bother me to acknowledge that our country has been systematically run to the ground for a very long time, 1963? 1933? 1910? That the citizens of the United States of America were declared the enemy in 2020, there is zero hyperbole here. I love my country, I'm not fond of the people that got us to this place; bankers, politicians and run of the mill State administrators, and such...

There was a moment yesterday when not an algorithm motivated empty thought came to me...as a reminder of the past; my moment was a time where life and death met in the middle, death always wins in the end. The tears gathered with grace, love, and gratitude. He was there for the right reasons. We were there for the wrong ones. 

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Me...

"I'll tell you a story this seventh of November. 

They were real people that died to fill their pockets with baubles. I knew a guy long ago, his name was Dave Wisnewski and he was an American hero. When you find out he died for all the wrong reasons come see me. 

We broke bread together, we celebrated Easter and holidays together, he was your brother. 

I'm your uncomfortable reminder."

Her response...(My part is high lighted)

"I don't usually comment on political posts - people have their reasons for their beliefs, and those reasons are valid. But I have to take offense at you bringing up Dave's death and insinuating that it was for nothing. Believe what you want , but please don't project those beliefs on heroes who paid the ultimate sacrifice. You don't know what motivated Wiz (If he told me the truth, he was inspired by 9/11 to apply to USAFA), why he chose to serve, what beliefs he held dear (Wiz was Catholic, also Polish, a heritage from which I also share a history, besides helicopters and war we conversed on a multitude of subject matters as I got to know him). Holding him as an example in your rants is an insult to his memory." 

Reply from an American hero himself, who once went on a Rescue mission in my birth land, not to mention the rest...

 "What I have learned in my short time on this planet, we all grieve in a different way. Sometimes, we do things that others perceive as dishonoring another's memory. I ask you to give Kristin grace and realize losing others hurts. My own journey in losing many close heroes has had me reject my faith. Pretty irrational, we are all flawed creatures. We need to support one another. After work today, I plan on raising a scotch to Wiz and all the greatest Rescue dudes and dudettes that gave their best and are no longer with us. I will celebrate that." 

Her...

I agree with you. Everyone does grieve differently. My intent was certainly not to dismiss Kristin's grief. I just personally don't like it when politicians and others use someone's death to advance their position, (the position I'm advancing is to recall a real hero) and that's what this post felt like to me. Maybe I'm more sensitive because we just went through such a divisive election process, and I saw too many political ads that did this. Those ads probably don't bother others, but they strike a nerve with me. And that's how I read this post. Like I said, we all have personal experiences that shape our opinions, and those are valid.

I too will raise a glass to those in our Rescue family who paid the ultimate sacrifice."

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He was a normal every day Good guy, who became an American Hero for the right reasons. 

I don't want what happened to Wiz happen to other peoples children or my own. The United States is an ideology and we must get back to basics. The lives that were lost to fill those pockets with baubles, they are real American heroes; great role models, like Wiz, real people, not actors and larpers. 

The election to me wasn't divisive, it showed absolute morally bankruptcy by masses and congregations none of which should be models for the future. Wiz, was a Good guy, that's why his brothers bring their children to his site and we keep his memory alive so his death never in vain. 

'War is a Racket', by Smedley Butler 

It doesn't matter if you like what I say.

It matters that I say it. 

"These things we do"

"That others may live."

 

Day 7 of Harvest

 

Scorpio to the left 

vesta ahead

the hearth fire burn

to Gods delight

Snowflakes

 

As snowflakes cumulate on the ground around me

I sang with you sister, Dawn, under the tootlage of Tim Liscum, the Satellite High School choir teacher that killed himself earlier this year; he had been caught trying to meet one of the students with thoughts of getting off. Cho mos hang out where there are children, we should say this bit out loud more often.  

I'm not kind, I'm honest. I want my daughters and their daughters to walk in a world where no man can trounce in their sacred space. Where girls and boys can progress through life with out mentally weak adults pushing their sexual fetishes on the youth so they can have eunuchs with which to play. Meanwhile young women are removing healthy breast tissue and the learning* channel paraded a mental unfit mother and her son to entertain the masses as the doctors and psychologists experimented on him so his mother could make money and be famous; he's a Frankenstein now. I don't want any of this to be a model for the future except for a "never again" moment. The identity culture of teaching the youth to turn from their parents to those that will affirm lies has manufactured adults with no spine that say 'no'. No human is born in the wrong body. I enjoy channeling my inner harpy and being long winded so I'll continue my didache. The amount of abominable standards that have been set in this society where there is vilification for those that can think smarter than the average human and that maybe teaching children that human life is easy to terminate instead of, "you should only have sex with someone with whom you'd want to start a family."

I told my children that I would always tell them the truth and that the world is not kind. 

Update...

We attended the same Catholic Church in Florida but it is not the one I grew up in. The Catholic Church was taken over long ago as the Presbyterian, Episcopalian, Methodist and such. I'm a Kristin, not a Christian. My God is the Old God.

This is the house of David and we are collecting fore skins for God. 

Angels Envy

 

The power of God. 

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

The block building was copper covered to her, for it shown like gold in sun light...blinding sight in the desert.

IC