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Today I will reveal what is hidden behind the words we use, each time we worship God, namely "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit." The truth behind these words shows that God, He was, Is, and Will always be, Father, Son, Holy, and a Spirit. So He knows all about all these Elements if I can call them that. God knows what it is like to be a Father, knows what responsibilities entail, knows what it is like, to lose a son, and not to forget here that His Son Jesus died for us, He knows what it means to care for a child. God knows what it is to be a Son, He knows what it means to have a personal need, what it means to need a father, knows what it means to be Human, and again I remember Jesus who was Human.God knows what it is like to be, Saint, what this implies, how it feels, what sacrifices you have to make, and all that. And in the end, but not in the last line, God knows what it means to be Spirit, All Powerful, And responsible for everything that moves, everything that happens, He knows how to be Omnipresent, and to think about everything before time and many more. So God is truly a God, and He is a Good, Wonderful God, than we cannot understand.This is the Truth behind the Words we use when we worship God.

Each more debate Democrat making stronger case for reelect President Trump.

....TV guffaw generator. Is there a doctor carrying dementia and antipsychotic medications in the house? Free everything for our illegals and non producers, while we eat the rich. Unless one values under 2% support, looks like we are down to three examples of piss poor protoplasm. Now even on stage colleagues are publically calling the front runner, creepy Joe, on his incipient dementia. And Bernie continues to fade, hopelessly trying to foist stark socialism onto our hard working American voters. Who's left and ascendant? Superb phony, fake Indian, Granny Warren. Lies on her heritage kept deserving real Native American attorneys from geting that Ivy League academic appointment. And so much more, making even creepy Joe look like an altarboy. How fortunate that she'll face our brilliant President Trump, like a waif in the jungle. Thank Goddess for the vision of the voters.

Only place in America have high murder is city run by Democrats.

The place I used to call a safe haven has been invaded by sickos. That night I posted the surrogate blog, I got attacked right in front of my door at around 3 am. The sicko followed me, I felt I was being followed on he stairs but every time I paused and observed he stayed quiet and hid. I reached the 3rd floor and I was about to unlock my door when he suddenly came from behind and covered my mouth. I immediately took out the key from my door and hold tightly to it, thinking I would be defenseless and hopeless if he manage to get inside my place. I struggled and pushed to reach my neighbors door, I couldn't scream but managed to knocked hard on their doors, my knuckles are still raw! I scratched, elbowed him, bit him, kicked him, twisted till we were wrestling on the floor. When he held my jaw and tilted my head , I thought he was going to slit my throat, for a moment there, I thought that was my end I let out loud screams and luckily he let go and run away. It was no robbery, he didn't take anything, I was holding my phone and had my computer bag .

Got inside my apartment and locked door, called relatives and friends who are still working in the office. They immediately came, went around to check the area and called the police men who came quickly. I just want the whole thing to go away quietly but police procedures are seem to be very complicated and mysterious, something that I don't want to go through again. Even in the middle of the night they come to get more info and investigate.

Camera from neighborhood were checked, neighbors mentioned that they noticed a strange car parking near my apartment between 1-3 am for few nights so police are doing surveillance late at night here trying to find that car, I'll doubt they'll come back here but I'm staying home till I feel good enough to go out.

I'm a toughie but listening to my neighbors admitting they heard the commotion and me screaming outside their door but too scared to help makes me feel so down. I opened my door to my neighbors late at night a few times...I would still do that if they would need my help.

When scientists sequenced the chimp genome in 2005, it confirmed that chimpanzees are our closest living relatives. Of course, they’re cute; they look like us. They have big ears like the Europeans, long toes like the English, a bad accent like the French, small noses like the Africans, short legs like the Japanese, large testicles like the Russians, small dícks like the Australians and an IQ to match the Americans.

These clever animals can be taught to use tools to build their own shelters and we like to think of them as cute and huggable but those who think they are peace-loving creatures will have another think coming.

The truth is that they are cruel and aggressive fighters that form gangs to plunder neighboring tribes in search of food, females and/or territory, leaving behind only devastation and maimed opponents. Any infant chimps taken with their mothers during such a raid are simply killed and sometimes eaten.

It is estimated that as much as 50% of all male chimpanzees are being hunted down by other males and killed. And they do not only fight neighboring tribes, they also form factions within their own tribe and kill one another. Such killings normally happen to settle leadership and/or mating rights.

When we compare chimpanzee behavior with human behavior it is easy to believe that chimpanzees share more than 98% of their DNA with us. And it is even easier to see where our willingness to kill and to wage war comes from.


Still think they're cute?

From The Top Of Earths Highest Peak.........................To The Very Bottom Of The Deepest Of Our Oceans.....There Is A Problem ........................................That Just Keeps Growing And Growing......Ole Mother Nature Has It All Set Up With her "Food Chain System"
"But She Forgot To Set Up The Checks And Balances For Mankind
"But Mankind Doesnt need Mother Nature's Help
Mankind Has His Way Of Doing This Him/Her Self...Its Called War''

"And Now?'.....Ill Do What A "Ramblin Man" Does Best....And That Is To
"Ramble On"
I Invented The "Ramblin Man" For This Such Purpose
If No One Comments?.....I Can Just "Ramble On"

I don't know what to blog about.

There are 3 more Star Trek TV shows coming. Piccard is supposed to be the next one. About the man's adventures after he retires from Star Fleet. Star Trek Discovery, Season 3 after Piccard season 1 ends. Then Section 31 will get it's own series (Yay! Section 31 is so cool, time traveling assassins or medlers. The dark side of maintaining an Empire or a Federation.) All 3 are filming now. Also coming are 'Short Treks' Little one hour stand alone episodes about life in the Federation. Tribbles are coming back. AND carnivorous Tribbles you really don't want breeding on your star ship.

I have / had an acquaintance of 25 years. A guy named Ricky. In the mid 1990s I acquired some rental townhouses in the nearby town and joined their HOA and somehow soon became the President. Ricky's mom owned one of the townhouses in the development. She died and then Ricky owned it. He was a poly abusing drunk. Heroin, cocaine, meth, etc. I received complaints about him at least once a month. Noise, sleeping nude on the porch, excessive traffic coming and going, all the fun stuff. Plus frequent lateness regarding quarterly assessments. I had to deal with him a lot. Poor Ricky couldn't hold a job so when sober he did odd jobs. Mowing for neighbors, tree cutting, roofing repairs, clearing stopped up toilets for folks who would rather pay Ricky a few gallons of gasoline than hire a licensed plumber, etc. Most of it in the community. Ricky spent a lot of his Sundays in the local jail for being drunk in public on Saturdays, etc. His wife found someone sober and departed with his kid. Eventually someone got him into a program. It took a decade but Ricky eventually dried out and changed his ways. There was a lumber company and they hired him a lot to fell big trees on a property they had in Maryland. Also a local privately owned recreational park had him on their staff part time, picking up trash, directing visitors, collecting gate fees, etc. Small town and we had acquaintances and friends in common. When Ricky had gotten straight and I was no longer an HOA member (having sold those properties after my wife deceased) I ran into Ricky a few times on social occasions. I won't say we were good friends, but we were friendly. He was actually a nice guy and a lot of folks liked him. Two weeks ago after cutting down some large poplars they were stacked for shipping. While everyone was waiting for the crane to arrive Ricky decided to trim the branches sticking out from one of them. He had almost 40 years of experience. He warned the rest of the crew to stay back in case the logs rolled. Then he started cutting. A witness told me suddenly something moved and they yelled to Ricky but at first he couldn't hear them over the saw noise. Then he must have noticed it too because he turned to run, then turned back to pick up the saw before starting away. Then he stumbled and 3 16,000 pound logs rolled over him and death was virtually instantaneous. John told me, if he hadn't gone back for the saw I think he would have made it.
We held the memorial last Saturday. Cremated of course. John described him as looking like a tree frog someone had stomped with a boot. Ugh. Definitely nothing for an open coffin. There was no Workmen's Compensation payment because poor Ricky was a 1099 contract employee. The lumber company paid for Ricky's body to be transported down from the Baltimore ME office and the cremation and also the service as his now grown son has his own issues and no money for such things. About 200 people attended the half hour service (yes, me too). We did a small collection for the son. Some folks I knew, some I didn't. Ricky was the common thread. He had no Internet presence, so the photos for the service were kind of few, maybe 5 or 6 covering 30 years. I stood there looking at the little wooden box containing his ashes and wondered about our place in life.

At 7:15 this morning my phone sounded with an AMBER ALERT. The message states a BOLO (that's police talk for Be on the Lookout) for a 1 year old black female in a 2008 black Mazda with North Dakota plates last seen in Marion county, Florida.

Marion County is about 260 miles or about a 4 hour drive from me.

1 year old? I take that to be a child abduction.

It appears someone in law enforcement deemed it necessary to send out this alert across the state of Florida.