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Tofu is destroying the Amazon rain forest.
A big joke is that if we all became vegan, the land would gain. Baloney! A major crop used is soy. As in soybeans. Fields of it used to feed livestock. To make cooking oil. And is darn near every processed food people use. I can only use International Foods coffee creamer because it is the only brand without soy. Soy make my stomach hate me. Lots of people cant use soy. Funny thing is if I take soybeans from my field and offer it to my mule, sheep and chickens..they refuse to eat it. Yet, it is put in pet foods and animal feed and they are forced to consume it.
Brazil grows acres and acres of soybeans. Their idiot Pres pushes it. So farmers steal land from the indigenous, burn the rain forest of old growth and plant massive crops of soy. Climate change is the result of tofu eating people who think they are saving the land by not eating meat. So, instead of razing the forests to run cattle on grass, they instead raze it to mono-culture soybeans. Either way, humans eat and the land suffers.
When someone brags about eating vegan to save the earth...look again. Those veggies and crops need bare fields to grow. You are just exchanging one destructive practice for another.
Soy is not edible. And yet corporations feed it to us. Soy is high in estrogen. Reason they think why boys grow bosoms and girls get bosoms and menses at age 11.
The other thing foisted on us is palm oil. Cut down 100s of year old trees to plant palm plantations. You know what..I went back to lard.
Brazil grows acres and acres of soybeans. Their idiot Pres pushes it. So farmers steal land from the indigenous, burn the rain forest of old growth and plant massive crops of soy. Climate change is the result of tofu eating people who think they are saving the land by not eating meat. So, instead of razing the forests to run cattle on grass, they instead raze it to mono-culture soybeans. Either way, humans eat and the land suffers.
When someone brags about eating vegan to save the earth...look again. Those veggies and crops need bare fields to grow. You are just exchanging one destructive practice for another.
Soy is not edible. And yet corporations feed it to us. Soy is high in estrogen. Reason they think why boys grow bosoms and girls get bosoms and menses at age 11.
The other thing foisted on us is palm oil. Cut down 100s of year old trees to plant palm plantations. You know what..I went back to lard.
Lest we forget
The little boy and his sister, lived next to the German border, they often watched the trains go past, this was not a passenger train it was a cattle train this time. They heard people crying out, water, water.
Later they knew the people in the train were prisoners on the way to camps in Germany.
The little boy saw people being executed as some of the people were forced to watch.
He saw a hand sticking up in the dirt it was still moving, what could he do, he was only a little boy 8 years old.
I lost two of my immediate family members shot dead by the German's
The war broke out in ‘40. I was three years old, having been born in September of ‘37. “My dad went to Germany he would not be back for several years.
He went there out of his own free will, believing that he could do more for his family that way, before he would be forced to go.
My dad loved the German people and they loved him. (Not the Nazi’s)
Dad was able to send money home and other people who were later forced to go could not do this he also helped some German friends.
It was up to my mom now to take care of her two children my sister Greetje and I, and find food for us all.
Living in the North of Holland, only several hours away from the farmers, the first few years were not too bad for us, but that slowly changed. My mother had to sell her best linens, her gold watch and sewing machine for food.
The farmers did not care to receive money as it was worth nothing, so anything of value had to go.
A bottle of oil, a very valued commodity, would sell for $250.00 guilders.
My mother would bring home dried fish that stank something awful. We had to eat it anyway.
Looking back it still amazes me how resourceful people are when they have to be.
I would go to where coal was loaded onto trains, and take with me a small broom and dustpan and bring home coal dust. We would chew tar and turned it into chewing gum. It also whitens your teeth.
You could do the same with grain. We kids would go to where the grain was being loaded onto trains, and we would pick up what had fallen on the ground. It takes a long time to chew that grain, but believe me it will turn into gum.
Sometimes we were lucky and had a piece of real chewing gum. We kids would take some sugar to give it some flavor again after we had been chewing it for some time and all the flavors had left.
At night we wound it around the iron bed post.
If friends had gum and asked if you wanted to come out and play with them, you would tell them: “Sure if I can have your gum.” “Okay but only for awhile”
Later came bubble gum, and because of the sharing, we would all have sores around our mouth.
Would you like to know what happens to gum if you chew it for days? It crumples up into nothing. (It does take several days)
We may have been kids but we did things that were beyond our age.
We would climb onto trucks loaded with sugar beets, and throw them off the truck so people could make sugar.
I remember that one day I was about six years old, when I was sent shopping at the corner store for groceries. I could see from the store the school the Germans occupied, as it was around the corner of our street.
I saw a truck heaped high with coal. I saw no Germans, so I climbed onto that truck and started to shove the coal down.
What was amazing was how quickly people realized what was going on. They came with buckets and pails to scoop up what they could. When others took over from me to shovel more coal down, I ran home to tell mother at home to get some for us too.
The Germans let us be for a while they must have known what was going on. Most of them were mere boys.
We were also sustained by the soup kitchen. One of our neighbors called to say that there was meat in the soup that day. Quickly I was sent to get some of that good stuff. In the meantime, our neighbors had found the source of the meat, it was the tail of a mouse. I can't remember if we ate that soup.
Part one
Later they knew the people in the train were prisoners on the way to camps in Germany.
The little boy saw people being executed as some of the people were forced to watch.
He saw a hand sticking up in the dirt it was still moving, what could he do, he was only a little boy 8 years old.
I lost two of my immediate family members shot dead by the German's
The war broke out in ‘40. I was three years old, having been born in September of ‘37. “My dad went to Germany he would not be back for several years.
He went there out of his own free will, believing that he could do more for his family that way, before he would be forced to go.
My dad loved the German people and they loved him. (Not the Nazi’s)
Dad was able to send money home and other people who were later forced to go could not do this he also helped some German friends.
It was up to my mom now to take care of her two children my sister Greetje and I, and find food for us all.
Living in the North of Holland, only several hours away from the farmers, the first few years were not too bad for us, but that slowly changed. My mother had to sell her best linens, her gold watch and sewing machine for food.
The farmers did not care to receive money as it was worth nothing, so anything of value had to go.
A bottle of oil, a very valued commodity, would sell for $250.00 guilders.
My mother would bring home dried fish that stank something awful. We had to eat it anyway.
Looking back it still amazes me how resourceful people are when they have to be.
I would go to where coal was loaded onto trains, and take with me a small broom and dustpan and bring home coal dust. We would chew tar and turned it into chewing gum. It also whitens your teeth.
You could do the same with grain. We kids would go to where the grain was being loaded onto trains, and we would pick up what had fallen on the ground. It takes a long time to chew that grain, but believe me it will turn into gum.
Sometimes we were lucky and had a piece of real chewing gum. We kids would take some sugar to give it some flavor again after we had been chewing it for some time and all the flavors had left.
At night we wound it around the iron bed post.
If friends had gum and asked if you wanted to come out and play with them, you would tell them: “Sure if I can have your gum.” “Okay but only for awhile”
Later came bubble gum, and because of the sharing, we would all have sores around our mouth.
Would you like to know what happens to gum if you chew it for days? It crumples up into nothing. (It does take several days)
We may have been kids but we did things that were beyond our age.
We would climb onto trucks loaded with sugar beets, and throw them off the truck so people could make sugar.
I remember that one day I was about six years old, when I was sent shopping at the corner store for groceries. I could see from the store the school the Germans occupied, as it was around the corner of our street.
I saw a truck heaped high with coal. I saw no Germans, so I climbed onto that truck and started to shove the coal down.
What was amazing was how quickly people realized what was going on. They came with buckets and pails to scoop up what they could. When others took over from me to shovel more coal down, I ran home to tell mother at home to get some for us too.
The Germans let us be for a while they must have known what was going on. Most of them were mere boys.
We were also sustained by the soup kitchen. One of our neighbors called to say that there was meat in the soup that day. Quickly I was sent to get some of that good stuff. In the meantime, our neighbors had found the source of the meat, it was the tail of a mouse. I can't remember if we ate that soup.
Part one
Home at last
@ this moment in time most of us are eager to be with family.... especially when locked down doesn't permit us to do so.
And I do come home at Christmas. We all do, or we all should. We all come home, or ought to come home, for a short holiday--the longer, the better . . .
And I do come home at Christmas. We all do, or we all should. We all come home, or ought to come home, for a short holiday--the longer, the better . . .
Please Answer....
This lady living near building to me....
Mary her name is...she is living alone
For many years now....she separated
From her husband...her sons...married
Living far away from her...she lives
Good standard of life...not much worries
Own house ..bank balance ..one lady
Servant....she keeps walking evening
And early morning...her age is near
60 ....simple and great lady...she does
No make up...all hair turned white....
Fair complexion and really good looking
5foot 2inches...little on the fat side...
Smiling face and really like a child hearted
She is my good friend....we almost
Meet everyday....
Now about two weeks back .one fine day....something
Not good happened....after evening
Walk she sit down in her building
Compound(sitting chair type made of
Bricks there)...there this watch man
Was there....unfortunately....that
Evening no body was there except him..
This watchman...stared right into her
Few minutes...which. She. ... too had looked
Back at him disgustingly....
After wards people started around....and
That rascal ...shifted his look ....
Now past days ....since this happened
My friend...came mentally disturbed
And frightened....all she tells me...is
That rascal had looked in a very bad
Manner...which she wonders why?
Also from that day onwards ...she
Almost stopped her walking...
Now she is mostly in bed crying
And frightened.....I advised her
To inform the society....of her building
To remove the watchman from
Work....she. Says no....as she is
Worried....things can be manipulated...
I find difficult to see such a fine lady
In a worst condition....because
Of a ...rascal fellow....please somebody
Be kind enough to give...some proper
Advise.....so ....that I can help
Mary ....again in smiling face please
Answer.....
Mary her name is...she is living alone
For many years now....she separated
From her husband...her sons...married
Living far away from her...she lives
Good standard of life...not much worries
Own house ..bank balance ..one lady
Servant....she keeps walking evening
And early morning...her age is near
60 ....simple and great lady...she does
No make up...all hair turned white....
Fair complexion and really good looking
5foot 2inches...little on the fat side...
Smiling face and really like a child hearted
She is my good friend....we almost
Meet everyday....
Now about two weeks back .one fine day....something
Not good happened....after evening
Walk she sit down in her building
Compound(sitting chair type made of
Bricks there)...there this watch man
Was there....unfortunately....that
Evening no body was there except him..
This watchman...stared right into her
Few minutes...which. She. ... too had looked
Back at him disgustingly....
After wards people started around....and
That rascal ...shifted his look ....
Now past days ....since this happened
My friend...came mentally disturbed
And frightened....all she tells me...is
That rascal had looked in a very bad
Manner...which she wonders why?
Also from that day onwards ...she
Almost stopped her walking...
Now she is mostly in bed crying
And frightened.....I advised her
To inform the society....of her building
To remove the watchman from
Work....she. Says no....as she is
Worried....things can be manipulated...
I find difficult to see such a fine lady
In a worst condition....because
Of a ...rascal fellow....please somebody
Be kind enough to give...some proper
Advise.....so ....that I can help
Mary ....again in smiling face please
Answer.....
Teach Kids how to think in School, not what to think. Three Dog Night said it right.
Black and White
Love one another
Love one another
What makes Jesus Unique? He is the only one who can claim He is alive. We can pray 24/7
no other "gods" ever made that claim. Buddha and Confucious and all other "gods" are dead, they are not able to answer your prayers
Biden: We need ‘constant, unrelenting stream’ of immigrants
Biden: We need ‘constant, unrelenting stream’ of immigrants (For Votes not economic reasons)
Five-alarm fire': Democratic frustrations with Biden spill into the open
Woe all you dog face pony soldiers 
Improving at work and learning a new language!
For the past few weeks, I have taken on more and more supervisor like tasks, which is a definite improvement from my usual workload. Before I was just picking the items - now I am half running a team. It was never in my interest to do any of this, but I quite like it. The fact that it's come as organic as it has, just makes it better.
Who knows where I am in a year? Three? I might be running the entire team on my own.. Only time will tell.
Speaking of time - it's time for me to learn a new language. I speak two fluently, so now I want to add a third language. I just need to pick out the language I want to learn. Spanish? Italian? French? I don't know yet.
Who knows where I am in a year? Three? I might be running the entire team on my own.. Only time will tell.
Speaking of time - it's time for me to learn a new language. I speak two fluently, so now I want to add a third language. I just need to pick out the language I want to learn. Spanish? Italian? French? I don't know yet.
The wrath of God
Spoken through the mouth of an Irish priest 
Might I add, God chose well ....
unlike the Irish public
" what's anotheryear fix" 
Might I add, God chose well ....
unlike the Irish public
" what's another
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