She can walk her way right to Mar-a-Lago and work with Trump directly and leave Arizona in the dust as far as I'm concerned.
Only 66.6%? I get the play on numbers, but in my opinion it's closer to about a thousand percent.
Interesting you mentioned that. I've thought of it myself, just not recently. About 22 years ago I came out of a bad first marriage and things were touch and go for a few months, until I met my present wife at a gym. I made one mention of suicide and she freaked out so bad, I have not mentioned it since, and rarely go there.
Now that I am older, I am less impulsive and have learned a lot from her. She has helped me with my autism, PTSD from the Navy, and has allowed me to emotionally mature. I don't think of suicide anymore, but I am saddened by the world. Until I found this board, I was wandering, looking for meaning, trying to understand things. Q finally helped me do that.
My biggest thing is that I will die forgotten. I'm okay with that, in a strange way. Like Kansas said, "we're all just dust in the wind."
The way the MSM and others talk about him, one who hasn't been paying attention could easily compare him to a Godsend.
Thanks. I try to fight back every day [at my level] but boy, there is a lot to fight against.
Damn. Bad news all over the place this day after.
Even Yamamoto was suspicious of the absence of the American carriers that day. He knew something was up and that, among many other things, led him to his famous quote:
"I fear all we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve."
Maybe it's just me, but I actually think this may be a blessing in disguise. Granted, I wouldn't live in Arizona anyway [east Tennessee so much better] but I got to thinking the old Q mantra: sometimes you have to show them. I know this does not provide immediate comfort, but sting operations require meticulousness and time. Kari is not a quitter. Personally I think she is wasting her time in Arizona and would be better off serving in Trump's cabinet, if not outright as the Vice-President. She's smart, conservative, intelligent and not bad on the eyes. I wish her the greatest success in her future endeavors.
Listening to some pretty good stuff coming home from work, but here's a classic from the 80's, appropriate for today's times. Simply Red really hit it with these lyrics:
More and more stories coming out every day about things we already knew about, from the laptop to the stolen election. I wonder how much it is going to take before people wake up, because right now the cabalist left isn't even hiding it anymore.
Working for me.
Smile, and say "You have no idea what's coming, do you?" and leave it at that. I did that recently at a meeting of "conservatives" and the result was twofold: first, they scoff and insist they're right, or second, they look at you with a sense of curiosity. On the second one, it's a judgment call to proceed, and you have to use intuition if you think you can flip the person or not. If you can, go for it, and if you can't, walk away. It has been mentioned several times on this board that the time to try and flip the 4-6% may have passed.
Yellowstone Sunday....YES.
Thanks for saying what I was going to say. This may be a completely visceral reaction, but my first question is "Who in the hell does this guy thinks he is?" Another question would be "Who is this guy?"
This is exactly the reason why I hesitate, if not downright avoid, engaging in conversations about Jesus Christ. I feel I have to defend myself for my beliefs. I am just fine with accepting that people are going to believe what they want to believe regardless of what other people think they should believe. You're not the first person to tell me these things and you won't be the last. It would be best to leave it at that.
My guess is they might be trying to save their sorry asses, but again that's just a guess.
It was an apparition, a phantasm of sorts. Demonic? I don't know. Van der Decken was condemned to sail the seas until the Day of Judgment, so he must answer to God. As far as Jesus, no, I am not a follower. My relationship, if one were to call it that, is with a superior spiritual universal force. If that were to manifest itself in the form of a being we as humans can understand, then we could move closer to a higher level of being ourselves. Likely in the minority here, but I believe that when man truly learns to accept responsibility for his actions, he will achieve more than he is presently capable of comprehending. This requires that he admits to his wrongdoing, owns up to it, and works to repair the damage he has caused. The Catholic Church, supposedly the church of Jesus Christ, did more to instill guilt in me than any other institution, and I have since dealt with what I have done and have not turned any of it over to someone who died for man's sins. I have accepted who I am and will deal with that when the times comes and I am no longer here, but I do not know when and if that will ever happen at all. Lastly, I appreciate the intent put forth by those who claimed to have found Jesus, but I choose not to travel that road myself.
Being a victim of abuse at the hands of the Catholic church, I wouldn't be surprised.
Jan Van der Decken, aka the captain of the Flying Dutchman. Trust me, I have been considered a wing nut, and I really didn't figure out who this was until I had a dream ten years to the day of the event - I was out of the Navy and working as a telecommunications technician in a small town in Missouri. Once I put the pieces together, I consulted one of the professors at the local university where I was attending, as he was a brown water Navy vet in Vietnam. He was a pretty cool dude, and my [then] wife and I even had him over for dinner once in a while. The day I had the dream [previously that morning], he told me a story that I thought had originated from a looney bin. He escorted me to his office and closed the door. The expression on his face went from a smile to a cold, thousand-yard stare. He said in a low voice "you saw him too, didn't you?" He told me that one night when his crew was patrolling the Mekong Delta, one of his subordinates came to him and asked him "what in the name of everything holy is going on?" There was a guy, more like an apparition, standing on top of the water, staring at the boat off the port bow. So, my friend went to look, and there he was, just staring there, not standing in the water but on the water. After about a minute, he just faded away.
When I asked my friend if he was hallucinating, he said that originally he thought he had gotten bit by something and he was delirious and was seeing things, but after a few days he decided he wasn't going to tell his superiors for fear of being seen as an insane whack job. He kept it to himself for all those years. He described exactly to the last detail what I had seen from the observation deck on the carrier island. Guy was about six feet tall, wearing a long trench coat and a short-billed hat. There was a half-moon that night, it was about two in the morning and I had just gotten off watch, couldn't sleep so I went up to get some ocean air. The only other guy up there was the signalman on watch, one deck above. I'm looking out over the ocean, it was surreal with the moon hitting the water. I hear a noise from about ten feet away, so I turn and look and there is this guy standing there, exactly as my friend had described, but the only difference was this guy was smoking a pipe - black cavendish tobacco, I remember because I would occasionally smoke a pipe. His face looked a pale white and what has bothered me the most all these years is I can still see his eyes. They were as black as oil, no whites. Soul-less. He stood there for about a minute, then turned around and went around the end of the catwalk and disappeared. So, I walk over there and look, well, the catwalk ended at the bulkhead and there was a steep drop to the flight deck. I didn't hear a thud, nothing. He just wasn't there anymore.
Now, fast-forward ten years. I woke with a start after having a bad dream, got up, went to the den and picked a book off the shelf, sat down and opened it up. It was a book about naval history [I was a history major in college so I collected books]. It was about two in the morning. When I opened the book I landed on a page that talked about, you guessed it, the Flying Dutchman. I'm thinking there's no way, no way. I didn't sleep until about 1 o'clock the next morning, after I spoke with my friend that day. I felt numb. From that point on, my life was different somehow in a million different ways.
I'll take that to my grave. I know what I saw. I hope God has mercy on my soul.
Well, I learn something new every day.
Never even entertained the thought of Satan actually existing until 1985, when I was on a carrier in the Mediterranean, and I saw something that I still question today, and see as if it happened yesterday. For years I have tried to rationalize it, to explain it away, but I know what I saw and when I tell a few people close to me [other than my wife, who truly believes me] there are those "looks." I believe every person's experience with evil is different, although it may originate from a common source.
Self-importance runs rampant with these two. I used to like Levin and watch him every week, but then he gets to shouting and I fire up the mute button. As far as Hannity, the schmuck likes to hear the sound of his own voice and annoyingly cuts his guests off and talks over them. I don't miss them one bit.
Beautiful plane, but I still have a weakness for the B1-B Lancer, despite its problems. That thing is an absolute beast and it is a hell of a thrill watching it take off.
Rove is a smug prick. He'll get what's coming to him.
Hear hear.