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Thanks for all your work. WOW!
You do it every year just whole lot of time much appreciated!
BTW ........... was doing so good one loss then at the last four games I was like one of those firecrackers that fizzled. LOL!
Bingo!
I hope the truckers do not cave. If they stick together they can bring them to justice! No more CRIMINAL acts by Canada and the US Cartel!
Yet, they buy the story no matter how many times the story changes.
Reminds me of global warming. LOL!
FDA is part of the CRIMINAL CARTEL!
Simple as that.
Yet, people will say things like ........... but it's FDA approved.
That is when I know they should take their WORTHLESS college degree off their wall and BURN it!
Correct!
His wife is unbelievable.
She tells him I love you yet fact is only thing she cares about is fame and $$$$$$$$$$$$!!!
Otherwise she'd be telling him we only have so much time left before u don't know where u are, who I am, lets get out of the cartel and enjoy the time we have left.
Now that is what one who loves another would say.
FACT!!!
They can have wallstreet & pharmaceutical companies in my book.
LOL!
Bingo!
Eddie, that is what I'm working on is last of my weight so my body is in top condition.
Funny you mention garlic that is on our list to get going on that.
To many times I've read to many great medical comments about garlic got to get off my butt and take advantage of it.
I like how you trade with others.
More resources in food and skill sets the better off one is.
Still waiting for you to answer my PM.
Eddie, so good to see people like yourself educating instead of making big pharma and the cartel richer.
In my state the FEAR card is making multi BILLIONAIRES out of a lot of people.
Some are getting rich in stocks by getting on False Book creating fear so people take more tests, buy more masks, place more poison in their body.
It's like living in the twilight zone here watching a cult existence becoming stronger by the day.
You are correct.
Some thoughts ..............
God's word says we are all made in his image.
That means we were made perfect with an immune system that can handle any EVIL from man.
That being said, if you eat garbage food, abuse alcohol, drugs, sugar, pesticide laced food, list goes on, God is NOT going to save you from your self that is where free will comes in.
Thus, it is up to us to take care of our wonderfully made immune system.
Your picture right there is perfect example of the mindset of man.
The evil in them does not want to follow God ............. only their self gratification such as power & control.
This will be coming to your state also. A matter of time.
Below is what I wrote on my FB page ...............
So many of us have been trying to warn you all.
Yet, you continue to live in fear.
Continue to participate in a government cult.
Oldest tactic in the book is small steps to end goal.
Just like Governor Insleeze the Dictator did with his false emergency created by false numbers Washington state is ready to go for complete control.
Do you understand the end goal here?
Did you see what they have created in last few weeks?
A cult of people so afraid they'd wait for hours in line for false tests for a cold, a flu.
Have you noticed all of a sudden kids are supposedly getting it?
Do you understand using kids was a way to get you all even more afraid?
Using kids is how they get you all to pay for schools even though those schools waste millions every year with no accountability spending while indoctrinating your kids to become government robots.
I could go on and on.
You all best pay attention to the end goal here!
Involuntary IMPRISON you!
Oh there a hundreds of people out there that would love to shut me up.
They hate God, hate the fact God made me in his image as he did you.
They hate the fact I take care of my immune system not living in fear but realizing who the great "I AM" is.
The one who designed my body that I take care of so I don't need mans garbage drugs along with his cult provided fear!
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LV - W
Bingo!
Yet, they want to feel "safe".
So they take the poison stand in line to be tested over and over.
We are living in the Twilight Zone!
Yes, absolutely they are!
FB won't let me place link there to truthful for them.
So I explained the video to people.
Never did think about pilots having that happen to them.
WOW!
Of course it will be covered up by the cartel!
Before this was the MANIPULATED lab tests.
They ran it so many cycles to get a positive result.
A never ending shell game.
We ......... or should I say them ........... are on to the next shell!
The fear card is making HUGE $$$$$$$$$$$ off of more than the poison shots now they making huge $$$$$$$$$$$$ off of the tests.
BTW ............. YOU the TAX PAYER are paying for these CRIMINAL activities!
Eagles - W
Any line they can use to continue the scam.
I scan and sometimes read the local newspapers here.
Unbelievable the propaganda going on.
No wonder people waiting hours to be tested they bought the whole scam doubling down in fear.
Just think if people knew Jesus?
If they knew they were created in his image?
Would a person created in God's image not have a good immune system?
Now that all being said, if you abuse your immune system by eating garbage food, alcohol, etc don't expect that immune system to take care of you.
https://www.facebook.com/regkelly.table/videos/664105731028176
Bingo!
Yes, sadly yes.
You know I've thought about what was said in video before as I've seen tidbits with sound bites from media, politicians, etc but when it is put together like that and so many examples of racist people it just blew me away.
Every class room in the US but please don't let other countries watch this as I'm really getting tired of our country being laughed at.
Every person in the US needs to watch this!
What makes it worse is every country in the world has a reason or hundred to laugh at the INSANITY going on here.
The indoctrination of our kids.
Every single one of those white people are RACIST!!!
I feel so sorry for black people watching that video.
Hope they realize the rest of us don't think that way.
But hey this whole thing is another example of the media cartel telling people how to think and they soak it all up.
Just like the covid fear propaganda machine!
MERRY CHRISTmas to you!
You too!
TY Dan.
Merry CHRISTmas to you!
Merry CHRISTmas to you all!
Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving.
It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn't been enough money to buy me the rifle that I'd wanted so badly that year for Christmas.
We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible. So after supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn't get the Bible, instead he bundled up and went outside. I couldn't figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn't worry about it long though, I was too busy wallowing in self-pity.
Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle up good, it's cold out tonight."
I was really upset then. Not only wasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one's feet when he'd told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn't know what.
Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up the big sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn't happy.
When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. "I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said. "Here, help me."
The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high sideboards on.
When we had exchanged the sideboards Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood---the wood I'd spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. "Pa," I asked, "what are you doing?"
“You been by the Widow Jensen's lately?" he asked. The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd been by, but so what? "Yeah," I said, "why?"
"I rode by just today," Pa said. "Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of wood, Matt." That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him.
We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand. "What's in the little sack?" I asked.
“They're out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmas without a little candy."
We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen's pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us. It shouldn't have been our concern.
We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, "Who is it?"
"Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son, Matt. Could we come in for a bit?"
Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp.
"We brought you a few things, Ma'am," Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children---sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn't come out.
"We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said, then he turned to me and said, "Matt, go bring enough in to last for a while. Let's get that fire up to size and heat this place up."
I wasn't the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and, much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks and so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak. My heart swelled within me and a joy filled my soul that I'd never known before. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people.
I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn't crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us. "God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord himself has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us."
In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it.
Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes.
Tears were running down Widow Jensen's face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn't want us to go. I could see that they missed their pa, and I was glad that I still had mine.
Thank you, Brother Miles. I don't have to say, "'May the Lord bless you,' I know for certain that He will."
Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn't even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn't have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that. But on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do. So, Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand."
I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Just then the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities.
After that day, whenever I split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life.
LAC - W
Looked it up ............
I hope for the swinging part. Have lot of trees where I live waiting for them.