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From Rolling Stone;


Donald Trump is the single most untrustworthy individual to have ever occupied the White House.
He is unfit for the office and should be removed from it. He seems to have an unending stream of lies that he applies to everything he does. The only thing one can trust about Trump is that he will lie again.

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...again and a gain, in a public venue, while I'm trying to work on writing and Portuguese. One of my pet peeves, for which I've had more than one NY's resolution. And I'm actually making progress. Using ear buds, self trance, etc. But am I the only such intolerant huperson in God's lovely creation? I know one thing,.whenever I had a meeting with such a lady, who might have otherwise been a decent match, ---first and last meeting. No doubt. H E L P !

This morning I had a dream.
No, nothing as monumental as Martin Luther King Jrs.
In my dream I was walking up an offramp from a highway.
As it wound around, it went up over a river.
I looked into the water, as I was walking up
and suddenly what emerged was a.....
Well it looked like both a tiger.....and a male deer.
It had the body and markings of a tiger, but the color was different shades of brown, rather than orange and it had antlers.
It looked down into the water at perhaps prey it had missed,
and then went back down into it, not returning to the surface as I watched below from above.
I awoke with a WTF / well that was different impression of it.

I'm not sure, if it was a teer, or a diger.

In Ancient Documents INDIA 2449 B.C.
An Indian text recounts in detail how aircraft were used to launch a weapon that devastated three cities. The record is unnervingly similar to an eyewitness report of an atomic bomb explosion. It describes:
the brightness of the blast, the column of rising smoke and fire, the fallout, intense shock-waves and heatwaves, the appearance of the victims and the effects of radiation poisoning. The historical text states,
• An iron thunderbolt contained “the power of the universe.”
• “An incandescent column of smoke and flame, as bright as ten
thousand suns, rose in all its splendour.”
• “Clouds roared upward.”
• “Blood-coloured clouds swept down onto the earth.”
• “Fierce winds began to blow.” Elephants miles away were
knocked off their feet.
• “The earth shook, scorched by the terrible violent heat of this
weapon.”
• “Corpses were so burnt that they were no longer recognizable.”
• “Hair and nails fell out. Pottery broke without cause. Birds
were turned white. After a few hours, all foodstuffs were
infected.”
• “Thousands of war vehicles fell down on all sides…thousands
of corpses burnt to ashes.”
• “Never before have we seen such an awful weapon, and never
before have we heard of such a weapon.
The war zone: the upper regions of the Ganges.

PAKISTAN
Skeletons in Mohenjo-Daro and Harappa are extremely radioactive. Excavations down to the street level revealed forty-four scattered skeletons, as if doom had come so suddenly they could not get into their houses. All the skeletons were flattened to the ground. A father, mother and child were found flattened in the street, face down and still holding hands. The skeletons, after thousands of years, are still among the most radioactive that have ever been found, on a par with those of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

SOUTHERN SAHARA DESERT
Albion W. Hart, an engineer graduate from Massachusetts Institute of Technology, while traversing a desert in the interior of Africa, was puzzled by “a large expanse of greenish glass which covered the sands as far as he could see.” Not until 50 years later, when he passed the White Sands area after the first atomic test there, did he recognize the same type of silica fusion.

ISRAEL
In 1952 archaeologists unearthed, at the 16-foot level, a layer of fused green glass 1/4-inch thick and covering an area of several hundred square feet. It was made of fused quartz sand similar in appearance to sand at the atomic test sites of Nevada and the Gobi.

BABYLONIA
In 1947, archaeologists on one site uncovered, in succession:
• A layer of agrarian culture
• An older layer of herdsman culture
• A still older layer of “cave man” culture
• Then they reached another layer—of fused green glass!
Lightning may occasionally fuse sand, but when it does, the fusing occurs in a distinctive, root like pattern. Only a nuclear explosion could produce an entire layer, a whole stratum of fused green glass.

Do you think we the people caused the great flood and the ice age?

I've always been fascinated by helicopter flight and especially watching a Bell Jet Ranger with it's sleek fuselage. It's amazing to see one streaking across the sky. For me, I lived due East of the Opa Locka airport where the United States Coast Guard maintains an air station.

I read that helicopters occupy only 4% of their total operations at that site. That percent seems low as I can hear helicopters flying over my house several times an hour!

Whenever there is some military activity in the area, you can hear chop chop chop chop of larger helicopters coming from miles away. Yeah, I would often run outside to see them only a few hundred feet up usually heading toward the ocean, most likely on a reconnaissance mission. A lot of military aircraft fly out of that airport. Over the years several presidents have used that airport as it's easier to secure than using the Miami International Airport.

My new place in Palm Beach County doesn't get much activity in the sky... I'm lucky to hear 3 or 4 helicopters in the course of the day. Tonight, as I approached the gate to my community, I could hear a helicopter at close range. There's a hospital just a few blocks away and it was apparent the pilot was making a slow descent to land on the rooftop helipad.

THANK YOU FOR MAKING AMERICA GREAT AGAIN AND GIVING US BACK OUR COUNTRY PRESIDENT TRUMP!!!

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...I've always been all about rock, blues, jazz, etc. And a little Opera---VERY little. Always could rarely watch musicals, let alone most dance. Forget Ballet. Recently, going through the enormous DVD collection at public libraries. Second time around. Had done so skipping almost all of it, except for history, shoot-em-ups, and the like. Still rarely find anything funny about comedies. But today watched An American in Paris. Gene Kelly, Leslie Caron, et al, to Gershwin tunes. Corny vintage complicated, but redemptive, love stories. Paris scenes. Glad I did so. Never stop learning about what we think we already really know. Hubris.

A short story by me.

“Spare the rod, sir,” begged Featherstone, hopefully.

“I take no pleasure in this, Featherstone,” said the Headmaster, “but this is the third time you’ve been sent to see me in as many weeks, and I fear sparing the rod will not deter you from getting yourself sent to me again next week.”

“Oh, it will, sir, I promise it will,” pleaded young Cuthbert Featherstone, doing his utmost to simulate a reformed character.

As much as the Headmaster wanted to believe him, he knew enough about boys of Featherstone’s type not to. It was true that he took no pleasure in administering the cane, and looked upon it as a regrettable but necessary evil. Still, he thought, perhaps there is another way.

“Look here, Featherstone,” he said, narrowing his eyes at the seemingly repentant boy, “you will not receive six of the best, as I originally intended. You have given an assurance that there will be no future offence on your part, and I am prepared to take you at your word, but mark me well, boy, one more incident this term and I will have you shot. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir, thank you, sir,” gabbled the relieved and delighted Featherstone, who had more or less stopped listening after the words “will not receive six of the best”.

“I shall expect your behaviour to be exemplary for the rest of the term; not a foot wrong, mind.”

“Yes, sir,” responded Featherstone, nodding vigorously.

The very next week, Featherstone was observed behaving suspiciously, by Mister Bodge the school caretaker. He was removing the nuts from the front wheels of his house master’s car at the time, and the consequences of his efforts were pretty much what he was hoping for. The caretaker’s failure to report the matter immediately was not due to complacency, but, rather, a tactical move. There was bad blood between Mister Bodge and the house master, so he was quite happy to let events run their course as far as the missing wheel nuts were concerned. Also, having been the victim of Featherstone’s tricks himself on several occasions, and recognizing a golden opportunity to settle the score, he reasoned that to delay his report and let Featherstone be responsible for actual damage, rather than just the intending of it, would land him in considerably hotter water.

The caretaker’s information was duly noted, and he was asked to make no further mention of it elsewhere. The Housemaster was reimbursed by the school for the damage to his car, and persuaded to let the matter rest. Featherstone, who had started to let himself believe he had got away with it, spent the days leading up to the following weekend feeling rather pleased with himself. It was on the Monday that Featherstone, while leaving morning assembly, hands in pockets and whistling cheerfully, was shot dead by an unknown assassin.