Well it's a good thing you support vigilantism, we were thinking of making you the boss bee.
Float like a butterfly sting like a Bee kinda thing.
I think what burn me up the most about the "disbelievers" is the evidence is there, they just need to open their damn eyes and look at it. The internet makes it so easy too, right at their frickin finger tips.
As a welder at 15, (mid/late 70s) a lot of guys i work with would hangout at a local bar and grill after work called "the trade winds". It was a rough crowd of anti government, been to Vietnam, seen the world, know the real deal bullshit kinda guys.
At first I thought they were all stark raving mad, shell shocked, ptsd, to many drugs, bad moonshine kinda crazy, but the beer was cold so I listen.
One guy in particular name Claude took a lot of time explaining the real deal to me. I'm grateful he saw something in me he deem worth of his time, real smart dude. College educated pipe welder, the money was so good, he walked away from a teaching job, but was still a teacher at heart.
I was blessed to have been "red pilled" long before anyone even knew what red pills were. It was the spring board that sent me hunting for information to try and verify or disprove what I was being told. I'm taking books and newspaper articles kind of old school research. I own a small library.
I've had the eye roll your crazy treatment for decades now, but I'm so secure in what I know it doesn't even bother me anymore. I know what the real score is. They are the blind fools.
You know, I thought the awakening would be this great "told you so" kind of moment but truth be told, most are still so stupid it's unbelievable and unbearable, I don't even care anymore. In the end we all reap what we sow. Ever so often I run into someone worthy of my time, but there is still to much to do getting ready for the storm, no time for idiots or fools anymore.
It's one of the reasons I love this board so much, it's like I was lost wandering in the wilderness for 40 years all alone and then suddenly out of the dark desert night springs this Las Vegas of like minded thinkers, patriot poets and freedom warriors.
"Where have you been my whole life"?
Swing dancing, I would have loved to see that, must be the float like a butterfly part.
I haven't cut a rug in a very long time, boy I miss that, something I'll have to remedy someday soon.
Take care of that knee baby bee, you will need it, and you don't want to end up arthritic before your time.
One of these days I hope you will share with me what happened to it, it's been one of those unanswered questions from long past.
I do like the thought of you dancing, I really love the song "harvest moon" as much as I dislike neil young these days.
🎶
"I'd like to see you dance again, in the harvest moon".
& yes, I agree! They ignore it. Although, I discovered someone totally asleep this morning & went back on my word lol.
This was our first conversation about this stuff though. I was beyond shocked to find out he mainly gets his news from CNN. After I told him CNN is no good & Obama legalized propaganda, I said I thought it was time we start listening to the little guys & learning to trust their (our peers) words bc the only other option is the corporate media & we all know they lie. He did express disgust with 'the rich' & complained they forced him & others to retire. I think he was an engineer at Lockheed Martin (not an important one I guess, unless there is an agenda to bring in 'different types' of engineers 🤔).
I always loved talking to the old. I would badger my grandmom for family history stuff all the time. I don't remember a lot of it but I cherish what I do. That bar sounds like a fascinating place. Did you stay in touch with any of those men? Is Claude on a call list? Sounds like someone worth keeping around. A library sounds cool too.
The crazy looks are too much sometimes with the friends & my daughter still gives me some too even though she's warmed up to a lot. I don't care about the strangers or acquaintances looking at me sideways though. I have found that instead of rushing toward current events people are running further away. I think it's fun shocking them into listening. Like my very civil 'outburst' at the vet. (I'm sure that's what they would call it). People are stupid though. I used to enjoy watching the videos showing people can't answer basic questions but lately it's a sad reality rather than entertainment. I was glad to find this place too.
My knee is still swollen. Last time it took about 5 days to get better. It's no big mystery to solve, how I hurt it. I went out, 1st time in a long while. I don't normally drink, they shared rum & cokes. My little kid buddy begged me to go in the bounce house. 2 jumps later, I had to go home. As the doctor said at my appointment, 'Girl, you f***** up your knee!'. I tore a bunch of stuff. My ACL is still partially torn.
I don't know that song, I'll take a listen. I love music. My grandmom & dad always had the radios on. She always used to dance in her kitchen too. I remember Sam Cooke songs were some of her favorites, & now mine.
God bless Grandma, the patience of a saint. The relationship of grandparent and grandchild is so much richer than parent and child because it's not bog down in day to day structure and struggle, I think. You're gonna be a great grandma, with such a ease as you find loving someone else's child, them grandbabies of yours are gonna be spoiled, spoiled rotten thru and thru...
Like you, I can waste away the day talking to some old people. I think old age has a tendency to amplify who you are. No pretending, no social restraints, which could be both a good thing or bad thing. Wise becomes wiser and the assholes become totally unbearable... I've known a few from both sides of that line.
I wonder what side of the line we'll fall on in our twilight years?
When I was young and dumb, I was to busy off conquering the world to forge lifelong relationship, (Last I heard Claude died wielding pipe in Alaska). Stupid me, I left all that gold behind the things that really matter. Guys are wired different or maybe it's just me, I'm a loner, with few acquaintances, and even fewer close friends. Independence comes at a cost I guess, it's a proud word but a lonely existence.
One person's civil outburst is but another patriot demanding their rights be respected. If I remember the text right they called the cops on you that day? Wish ta hell I was a fly on the wall that day. Warrior Woman.
Courage begets Courage,
Action begets Freedom.
Rum and coke + bouncy houses, life on the edge, wild child. The stories we could share, I think one of the first texts we exchanged was about the invincibility of the immortal youth. Battle scars make interesting stories and wiser people we hope, (some of the time).
Sounds like grandpa whispering in your ear, love of music and all.
I'm self taught, play the guitar, the harp, and bang on the piano a bit. I know how hard it can be. Music is a form of escapism for me. Saved my sanity while I was in traction, and helped me tolerate the days of immobility. Lost myself floating like a butterfly between the tabulation bars, of that sheet music.
You should pick up a instrument, bound to be a natural at it. Then when you start writing songs that change the world, I can tell everybody I know you, kinda sorta...:-) :-)
I was really close to my grandmother's since I didn't have any grandfathers. Although my mother tried to keep one away. I made sure to take my kids down there to visit before she died. It was important to me that they know her.
I never looked into it but I think about going to a nursing home and seeing if I can sit and talk with some of them. Me and my puppy coming in lol. Not sure if that's frowned upon though.
I'm so sorry to hear about Claude. Your occupation should not kill you. I have a tendency to not trust females because of my mother and sister. I always have two best friends at a time, changing them as I transition through ages. I'm on my fifth set.
I think it's wonderful that you know how to play so many instruments. I feel like someday I will fiddle with one. I'm just coming out of a fog after a few years of being sick there's a lot of things I have to catch up on. Right now I am splitting that time between current events and the house. Every song would probably be about my cats and dog LOL nothing world changing.
That's sad, everybody should have a papaw, my grandpa would roll on the ground playing with us, we used to plant candy wrappers in the garden to grow candy trees, caught my first fish by his side, shot my first gun and skinned my first rabbit with him, he taught me to weld and build, but most importantly he show me the value of loving every minute of life, and everyone in it. I'm so proud to be my grandfather's grandson.
I found unconditional love in my grandparent's home, I will always have a love for them both, larger than the universe itself.
You have to have a strong heart working with seniors, just about the time you start loving them, they go off and die on you. Best to stick with small children longer return on your investment of time.
I was a CSA (Certified Senior Advisor) for a few years, it's hard working so close to the nearly dead and dying, just to damn depressing, the money was good, but it's hard on the heart.
To pop in and out of the nursing homes may be different, but those places are sad too... Let me know what you end up doing, we'll have plenty of stories to share.
Many have given their lives to industrialized america, I've always found myself in the most dangerous jobs, it's where the pay was the best, forever in pursuit of that all mighty dollar. Boy was I dumb, some of the most valuable things in life are free to all, but for time and consideration.
I'm here to attested to the fact that some branches of the family tree should be pruned, hard and often, but that's something you'll have to sort out on your own.
Two is better than one, but none is a lonely number. I can't imagine you would be hard to love, but people expect different things out of relationship, unfortunately not all honest and not all with loving intentions.
The stages of life you say,
The spring of,
birth and childhood..
The summer of,
growth and productivity..
The fall of,
bountiful harvest and celebration..
The winter of,
death and recycling..
How the hell is it you get "five" ? You must be special.
So it's decided, you'll learn to play the fiddle and sing songs about the dog days of a cool cat's life in kittyville, we're gonna be millionaire, another star is born...✨ (You ever think about writing children's books) ?
I'm so glad you're feeling better from whatever ailled you, brain fog is such a strange thing, it's like one day you wake up and wonder where the hell you're at. It's a bad bad morning after a crazy Tequila night out, when you wakeup in a strange bed, with a stranger in it, in a house that's not yours wondering what the hell happened. Sunday morning fog, when the confusion rings loud like the church bells calling up the sinners to repent...
Dementia does have its up sides, every memory is new, and each step a learning experience. 🤭😟🥴
Now I just have to know, what happened ???
Love ya Lady Bee...
Have a great day,,
pondering these possibilities at the well of wisdom,
Or...
just splashing in the puddles of life's many pleasures.
Ps. Show me some updooting love, I want me one of them avatars :-)
Well it's a good thing you support vigilantism, we were thinking of making you the boss bee.
Float like a butterfly sting like a Bee kinda thing.
I think what burn me up the most about the "disbelievers" is the evidence is there, they just need to open their damn eyes and look at it. The internet makes it so easy too, right at their frickin finger tips.
As a welder at 15, (mid/late 70s) a lot of guys i work with would hangout at a local bar and grill after work called "the trade winds". It was a rough crowd of anti government, been to Vietnam, seen the world, know the real deal bullshit kinda guys.
At first I thought they were all stark raving mad, shell shocked, ptsd, to many drugs, bad moonshine kinda crazy, but the beer was cold so I listen.
One guy in particular name Claude took a lot of time explaining the real deal to me. I'm grateful he saw something in me he deem worth of his time, real smart dude. College educated pipe welder, the money was so good, he walked away from a teaching job, but was still a teacher at heart.
I was blessed to have been "red pilled" long before anyone even knew what red pills were. It was the spring board that sent me hunting for information to try and verify or disprove what I was being told. I'm taking books and newspaper articles kind of old school research. I own a small library.
I've had the eye roll your crazy treatment for decades now, but I'm so secure in what I know it doesn't even bother me anymore. I know what the real score is. They are the blind fools.
You know, I thought the awakening would be this great "told you so" kind of moment but truth be told, most are still so stupid it's unbelievable and unbearable, I don't even care anymore. In the end we all reap what we sow. Ever so often I run into someone worthy of my time, but there is still to much to do getting ready for the storm, no time for idiots or fools anymore.
It's one of the reasons I love this board so much, it's like I was lost wandering in the wilderness for 40 years all alone and then suddenly out of the dark desert night springs this Las Vegas of like minded thinkers, patriot poets and freedom warriors.
"Where have you been my whole life"?
Swing dancing, I would have loved to see that, must be the float like a butterfly part.
I haven't cut a rug in a very long time, boy I miss that, something I'll have to remedy someday soon.
Take care of that knee baby bee, you will need it, and you don't want to end up arthritic before your time.
One of these days I hope you will share with me what happened to it, it's been one of those unanswered questions from long past.
I do like the thought of you dancing, I really love the song "harvest moon" as much as I dislike neil young these days.
🎶 "I'd like to see you dance again, in the harvest moon".
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=n2MtEsrcTTs
Sure, I'll be in charge 😄
& yes, I agree! They ignore it. Although, I discovered someone totally asleep this morning & went back on my word lol.
This was our first conversation about this stuff though. I was beyond shocked to find out he mainly gets his news from CNN. After I told him CNN is no good & Obama legalized propaganda, I said I thought it was time we start listening to the little guys & learning to trust their (our peers) words bc the only other option is the corporate media & we all know they lie. He did express disgust with 'the rich' & complained they forced him & others to retire. I think he was an engineer at Lockheed Martin (not an important one I guess, unless there is an agenda to bring in 'different types' of engineers 🤔).
I always loved talking to the old. I would badger my grandmom for family history stuff all the time. I don't remember a lot of it but I cherish what I do. That bar sounds like a fascinating place. Did you stay in touch with any of those men? Is Claude on a call list? Sounds like someone worth keeping around. A library sounds cool too.
The crazy looks are too much sometimes with the friends & my daughter still gives me some too even though she's warmed up to a lot. I don't care about the strangers or acquaintances looking at me sideways though. I have found that instead of rushing toward current events people are running further away. I think it's fun shocking them into listening. Like my very civil 'outburst' at the vet. (I'm sure that's what they would call it). People are stupid though. I used to enjoy watching the videos showing people can't answer basic questions but lately it's a sad reality rather than entertainment. I was glad to find this place too.
My knee is still swollen. Last time it took about 5 days to get better. It's no big mystery to solve, how I hurt it. I went out, 1st time in a long while. I don't normally drink, they shared rum & cokes. My little kid buddy begged me to go in the bounce house. 2 jumps later, I had to go home. As the doctor said at my appointment, 'Girl, you f***** up your knee!'. I tore a bunch of stuff. My ACL is still partially torn.
I don't know that song, I'll take a listen. I love music. My grandmom & dad always had the radios on. She always used to dance in her kitchen too. I remember Sam Cooke songs were some of her favorites, & now mine.
God bless Grandma, the patience of a saint. The relationship of grandparent and grandchild is so much richer than parent and child because it's not bog down in day to day structure and struggle, I think. You're gonna be a great grandma, with such a ease as you find loving someone else's child, them grandbabies of yours are gonna be spoiled, spoiled rotten thru and thru...
Like you, I can waste away the day talking to some old people. I think old age has a tendency to amplify who you are. No pretending, no social restraints, which could be both a good thing or bad thing. Wise becomes wiser and the assholes become totally unbearable... I've known a few from both sides of that line. I wonder what side of the line we'll fall on in our twilight years?
When I was young and dumb, I was to busy off conquering the world to forge lifelong relationship, (Last I heard Claude died wielding pipe in Alaska). Stupid me, I left all that gold behind the things that really matter. Guys are wired different or maybe it's just me, I'm a loner, with few acquaintances, and even fewer close friends. Independence comes at a cost I guess, it's a proud word but a lonely existence.
One person's civil outburst is but another patriot demanding their rights be respected. If I remember the text right they called the cops on you that day? Wish ta hell I was a fly on the wall that day. Warrior Woman.
Courage begets Courage,
Action begets Freedom.
Rum and coke + bouncy houses, life on the edge, wild child. The stories we could share, I think one of the first texts we exchanged was about the invincibility of the immortal youth. Battle scars make interesting stories and wiser people we hope, (some of the time).
Sounds like grandpa whispering in your ear, love of music and all.
I'm self taught, play the guitar, the harp, and bang on the piano a bit. I know how hard it can be. Music is a form of escapism for me. Saved my sanity while I was in traction, and helped me tolerate the days of immobility. Lost myself floating like a butterfly between the tabulation bars, of that sheet music.
You should pick up a instrument, bound to be a natural at it. Then when you start writing songs that change the world, I can tell everybody I know you, kinda sorta...:-) :-)
I was really close to my grandmother's since I didn't have any grandfathers. Although my mother tried to keep one away. I made sure to take my kids down there to visit before she died. It was important to me that they know her.
I never looked into it but I think about going to a nursing home and seeing if I can sit and talk with some of them. Me and my puppy coming in lol. Not sure if that's frowned upon though.
I'm so sorry to hear about Claude. Your occupation should not kill you. I have a tendency to not trust females because of my mother and sister. I always have two best friends at a time, changing them as I transition through ages. I'm on my fifth set.
I think it's wonderful that you know how to play so many instruments. I feel like someday I will fiddle with one. I'm just coming out of a fog after a few years of being sick there's a lot of things I have to catch up on. Right now I am splitting that time between current events and the house. Every song would probably be about my cats and dog LOL nothing world changing.
That's sad, everybody should have a papaw, my grandpa would roll on the ground playing with us, we used to plant candy wrappers in the garden to grow candy trees, caught my first fish by his side, shot my first gun and skinned my first rabbit with him, he taught me to weld and build, but most importantly he show me the value of loving every minute of life, and everyone in it. I'm so proud to be my grandfather's grandson.
I found unconditional love in my grandparent's home, I will always have a love for them both, larger than the universe itself.
You have to have a strong heart working with seniors, just about the time you start loving them, they go off and die on you. Best to stick with small children longer return on your investment of time.
I was a CSA (Certified Senior Advisor) for a few years, it's hard working so close to the nearly dead and dying, just to damn depressing, the money was good, but it's hard on the heart.
To pop in and out of the nursing homes may be different, but those places are sad too... Let me know what you end up doing, we'll have plenty of stories to share.
Many have given their lives to industrialized america, I've always found myself in the most dangerous jobs, it's where the pay was the best, forever in pursuit of that all mighty dollar. Boy was I dumb, some of the most valuable things in life are free to all, but for time and consideration.
I'm here to attested to the fact that some branches of the family tree should be pruned, hard and often, but that's something you'll have to sort out on your own.
Two is better than one, but none is a lonely number. I can't imagine you would be hard to love, but people expect different things out of relationship, unfortunately not all honest and not all with loving intentions.
The stages of life you say,
The spring of,
birth and childhood..
The summer of,
growth and productivity..
The fall of,
bountiful harvest and celebration..
The winter of,
death and recycling..
How the hell is it you get "five" ? You must be special.
So it's decided, you'll learn to play the fiddle and sing songs about the dog days of a cool cat's life in kittyville, we're gonna be millionaire, another star is born...✨ (You ever think about writing children's books) ?
I'm so glad you're feeling better from whatever ailled you, brain fog is such a strange thing, it's like one day you wake up and wonder where the hell you're at. It's a bad bad morning after a crazy Tequila night out, when you wakeup in a strange bed, with a stranger in it, in a house that's not yours wondering what the hell happened. Sunday morning fog, when the confusion rings loud like the church bells calling up the sinners to repent...
Dementia does have its up sides, every memory is new, and each step a learning experience. 🤭😟🥴
Now I just have to know, what happened ???
Love ya Lady Bee...
Have a great day,,
pondering these possibilities at the well of wisdom,
Or...
just splashing in the puddles of life's many pleasures.
Ps. Show me some updooting love, I want me one of them avatars :-)