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Monday, May 30, 2016

Worthy of contemplation today and every day…


Worthy of contemplation today and every day…




















While we salute our active and veteran military, we must be truthful and acknowledge that we Americans are NOT FREE.  We are STILL held hostage as slaves to the money making war machine/military, to Rothschild/banksters and to traitors in the U.S.A. corporation who serve their masters and NOT We the People.  Our TRUE government, the Republic (and we are NOT referring to Dunford's and the cabals republique from France) was stolen from We the People back around 1933 (thru Woodrow Wilson), and we have been slaves ever since. We own nothing, we have NO vote or say in a government, and our military is working for our slave masters and NOT FOR US.  The lives of our husbands, fathers, sons, brothers and friends in the military are worth NOTHING to these slaves masters.  We grieve when our loved ones are hurt or killed but to those criminals, traitors and slave masters that our nation serves, our loved ones are simply cannon fodder to be replaced.  Please! Make your decision to work for FREEING our nation from SLAVERY. Understand that America is NOT FREE! Work with others to help us become FREE and to restore our original Republic.  Do not fall victim to the cabal's continued efforts to hold us hostage with lies and deceit.  Teach your family, friends, church, schools, neighborhood - THE TRUTH. 


2 comments:

  1. Sorrow - Pink Floyd

    "Sorrow"

    The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
    Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky
    A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers
    But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
    He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
    In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
    He's chained forever to a world that's departed
    It's not enough, it's not enough
    His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
    His knees have trembled & given way in the night
    His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
    His step has faltered
    One world, one soul
    Time pass, the river rolls
    And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
    And silent replies that swirl invitation
    Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
    A grim intimation of what is to be
    There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
    And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
    And silence that speaks so much louder than words
    Of promises broken

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  2. Yes thank you for guarding opium fields in Afghanistan so the CIA can ship it to the USA and sell it to the people.. Thanks!

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