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In Memory of John Machaffie




DISTRESS YOUR HELP NEEDED

DISTRESS YOUR HELP NEEDED (John would still want this message posted for his good friend Lynda,

and she needs $225.00 by the 25th so please help with some amount if you are able to. God Bless)

Lynda is a good friend and soul mate helping us getting the word out.

She is one of my intelligence gathering ladies.

She is a 65 yr light worker who has always helping others.

She has been evicted out of her home in GA.

Lynda has been Homeless and she is disabled stuck in a motel since Oct 7, 2014 .

Unable to pay all her bills as she is on disability. She needs help desperately.

People have been stepping up helping her but they can’t help no more due to the economy.

She will need money for food and motel bill.

If you can help please do a PayPal lyndasnesara3@gmail.com.

Lynda’s phone number is 404 977 3322. Give her a call.

Any amount will do small or large until the RV is here when funds start flowing.

I have a large donation for her after the RV and global reset.

Until then the Bad Hombres are blocking our blessings.

Let’s continue to show the world what big hearts you have.

Referred by John Machaffie – a good friend



Saturday, November 24, 2012

Good lesson. !!!


Good lesson. !!!

An old prospector shuffled into the town of El Indio, Texas leading a tired old mule. The old man headed straight for the only saloon in town, to clear his parched throat.  
 
He walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to the hitch rail.  
 
As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.
 
The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, "Hey old man, can you dance?"
 
The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No son, I don't dance... never really wanted to."
 
A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna dance now!" and started shooting at the old man's feet.
 
The old prospector, not wanting to get a toe blown off, started hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet.  
 
Everybody standing around was  laughing.  
 
When his last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.
 
The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double-barreled 12 gauge shotgun and cocked both hammers.  
 
The loud clicks carried clearly through the desert air. The crowd stopped laughing immediately.  
 
The young gunslinger heard the sounds too, and he turned around very slowly.
 
The silence was deafening. The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin 1 2   gauge barrels.  
 
The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's hands, as he quietly said;
 
"Son, have you ever kissed a mule's ass?"
 
The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No sir... but...but I've always wanted to."  
 
There are a few lessons for all of us here:  
 
* Don't be arrogant.  
* Don't waste ammunition.  
* Whiskey makes you think you're smarter than you are.  
* Always make sure you know who is in control.
* And finally, don't screw around with old folks; they didn't get old by being stupid.

  






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