Randy
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Randy
@RHestand11
Patriot #pureblood native Texan living elsewhere
Katılım Eylül 2011
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A pastor asked an older farmer, decked out in bib overalls, to say grace for the morning breakfast.
"Lord, I hate buttermilk", the farmer began. The visiting pastor opened one eye to glance at the farmer and wonder where this was going.
The farmer loudly proclaimed, "Lord, I hate lard." Now the pastor was growing concerned.
Without missing a beat, the farmer continued, "And Lord, you know I don't much care for raw white flour". The pastor once again opened an eye to glance around the room and saw that he wasn't the only one to feel uncomfortable.
Then the farmer added, "But Lord, when you mix them all together and bake them, I do love warm fresh biscuits. So Lord, when things come up that we don't like, when life gets hard, when we don't understand what you're saying to us, help us to just relax and wait until you are done mixing. It will probably be even better than biscuits. Amen."
Within that prayer there is great wisdom for all when it comes to complicated situations like we are experiencing in the world today.
Stay strong, my friends, because our LORD is mixing several things that we don't really care for, but something even better is going to come when HE is done with it. AMEN!
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I feel like everyone should know about Goldcrests. They weigh just about 1/100th of a pound and look really grumpy all the time.
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Guys maybe the reason leftists think everything is staged is because THEY STAGE EVERYTHING.
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As I’m boarding the flight attendant asks what the 1913 means.
Me: The year the federal reserve was created and everything has been backwards and upside down after that.
The flight attendant behind her was smiling and nodding.
This is one of my “why’s” for creating @TheOrangeHabit
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Kimmel’s hateful and violent rhetoric is intended to divide our country. His monologue about my family isn’t comedy- his words are corrosive and deepens the political sickness within America.
People like Kimmel shouldn’t have the opportunity to enter our homes each evening to spread hate.
A coward, Kimmel hides behind ABC because he knows the network will keep running cover to protect him.
Enough is enough. It is time for ABC to take a stand. How many times will ABC’s leadership enable Kimmel’s atrocious behavior at the expense of our community.
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We were there front and center.
That venue wasn’t built to accommodate an event with the line of succession for the U.S. government.
After witnessing last night, drop the TDS and build the White House ballroom for events exactly like these.
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I saw an exchange recently in the carnivore space that honestly disappointed me.
Someone who has spent the last year improving his health and helping others do the same made a simple ingredient mistake and got publicly piled on for it.
That kind of reaction is exactly why carnivore gets labeled as cult-like.
When one oversight turns into public humiliation, it stops being about health and starts being about purity policing.
Yes, seed oils aren’t ideal.
But attacking people for learning in public doesn’t make anyone healthier. It just makes the space smaller, harsher, and less welcoming to the very people who are trying to change their lives.
I’ve stepped away from that mindset for a reason.
Metabolic healing isn’t about perfection contests. It’s about progress.
And if someone has spent a year doing the work, one mistake doesn’t erase that.
The way we respond to someone’s mistake says more about our priorities than the mistake itself.
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Good night my beautiful souls. Tomorrow is my big day to rid cancer and for it never to return.
I thank you all for your loving prayers. God bless and as always,,, Shine On.🙏❤️😘🌟
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Everything about the Left is fake.
Once you understand it, everything make sense.
>Eat the rich... from your mansion
>Save the planet... from your private jet
>Everyone is racist... while you fund the racism.
>Billionaires are evil... unless you fund our candidates.
>Words are violence... but my violence is actually speech
>Wrong pronouns are assault... but burning a courthouse in a protest is mostly peaceful
>We love immigrants... unless you send them to Martha's Vineyard then we call ICE too
>Democracy is sacred... unless we lose, then it was stolen by Russia, misinformation, or Elon
>Diversity is our strength... unless you're a Black conservative, then you're a race traitor who needs to be destroyed
>Tax the wealthy... while your foundation, your trust, and your three LLCs are structured specifically to avoid paying a dime of it
>Capitalism is oppression... posted from an iPhone, on a platform worth a trillion dollars, while wearing merch sold through the your merch store linked in your bio
It's all fake, it's all performative and should be endlessly mocked into oblivion.
Give them zero comfort.
The doctrine is always designed so the cost lands on someone else.
The cashier pays for your protest. The suburban parents pays for your sanctuary city. The trade school kid pays for your student loan forgiveness. The taxpayer pays for your foundation's tax shelter. The working mom pays for your gas stove ban. The factory town pays for your Green New Deal. The girl on the swim team pays for your pronouns. The cop's widow pays for your bail reform.
It's a massive, evil, cost-transfer operation that pretends the evil they are pushing, is moral.
...and it's just evil
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One of the MOST HORRIFIC CRIMES in our World’s History was INTENTIONALLY hiding drugs to treat cancer.
The Pharmaceutical Industrial Complex should be CHARGED with WAR CRIMES…
“We saw an 84% positive outcome with cancer patients that took Ivermectin and Fenbendazole”
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The school textbooks tell you the settlers crossed the Atlantic for religious freedom.
Some of them did, partly. What the textbooks leave out is the thing that sits in the actual letters, in the sailors' accounts, in the merchant pamphlets circulating in English ports from the 1580s onwards: a major reason people came to America was the wild game. Meat you could take. Meat nobody owned. Meat that walked into camp.
For a population legally separated from the animal for five hundred years, this was the whole pitch.
Consider what they were leaving.
A family in a Devon cottage in 1618 eats pottage. Oats, barley, an onion, whatever greens grew near the back door. No meat in it this week. No meat in it last week. There will be meat in it on Christmas Day, God willing, if the chicken is still alive by then. The deer in the forest at the end of the lane have been the king's property under the Forest Laws since 1066. Taking one is a hanging offence. The father has never taken one. His father never took one. The institutional memory of not taking one goes back five hundred and fifty-two years.
Then the stories arrive. From sailors. From ship's captains. From merchants returning through Bristol and Plymouth.
The birds come in flocks that darken the sky for three days. Not an afternoon. Three days. Passenger pigeons in numbers later estimated at three to five billion in a single flock, making a sound early settlers compared to the roar of a river that refused to stop. A man with a net could take five hundred in an afternoon. The king of England had no claim on the sky over Massachusetts.
The rivers, the captains said, ran so thick with salmon that the water appeared to boil. The deer walked into camp, looked at the fire, and were shot. The oysters on the Atlantic shore came the size of dinner plates, piled in reefs you could lean over the side of a boat to harvest. Turkeys weighing thirty pounds stood in clearings with the fearlessness of an animal that had never been hunted by anything on two legs. Bison herds on the plains took four hours to cross a ford.
And nobody, crucially, owned any of it.
The father in Devon lies awake that night thinking about the sky going dark for three days. He is also thinking about religious freedom. Theological persecution was real. The Mayflower passenger list included genuine dissenters. That was part of it. It was not, for most of them, the biggest part.
The biggest part was that the animals in the captain's story belonged to nobody, and the family had been watching animals that belonged to somebody else walk past their cottage for twenty generations.
Between 1620 and 1640, roughly 20,000 people made the crossing. By 1700, 250,000. By 1900, fifty million Europeans had crossed, most of them peasants from cultures where meat had been restricted for centuries, most of them arriving within the first generation at a standard of eating their grandparents would not have believed.
A labourer in Pennsylvania in 1750 was eating more meat per week than an English nobleman had eaten in 1450. An Irish emigrant's grandchild in Boston in 1900, whose great-grandmother had starved in 1847 while Irish cattle were shipped past the coffin ships to English markets, was eating steak on a Tuesday and not thinking about it.
At the centre of the great migration was hunger. Specifically, hunger for meat. Enforced since 1066, reinforced by Enclosure for another four hundred years, reinforced by the quiet understanding that the venison belonged to the lord and the pottage belonged to you.
They crossed an ocean because, finally, you could go somewhere the deer walked into camp and the pigeons blocked out the sun and nobody had a legal claim on any of it.
You could eat like a lord without owing a lord anything.
They crossed an ocean for that.
And having got to it, they did not give it back.
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No rest for the weary-everything that could go wrong…went wrong.
Sweet emails after a disaster today-Mimi, we love you and class was great-good to be back. (I couldn’t see them😜). Another, Mimi-we weren’t on the sofa lounging-promise. ♥️
Back at it in the am, with a new set up. 🙏🏻
Sweet dreams, what a beautiful sky. 🌙
All is well!😘
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@RHestand11 If you only knew…I’m never talking to AI again, took me down a path leading nowhere. Back where I began-tomorrow is a new day. 😉
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