There can be no prosperity without law and order.
– President Donald Trump
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The instrument of God's justice on evil was the cross, the motivation of God is His love, the outcome is His justice and fellowship. Only God could come up with this.
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Felonious Trump, & the MAGA minions he commands, continue to divide and separate, even amongst their own, with violence and hate ... while the remaining 'sheeple' he directs follow blindly, hunting 'RINO's they can underrate.
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So the guy in the Oval Office who spent the last four years calling Trump a Nazi, a dictator, and an existential threat to democracy wants us all to lower the temperature and political rhetoric. The same guy who wants us to reject political violence just a couple weeks ago said “we need to put Trump in a bullseye”. God bless Donald J Trump.
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One step forward is like a drop of rain in a place where rain was just a rumour.
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"Once in a lifetime listen to melody of your own heart without the instruments of someone else's."
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If I am to dance to the beat of a different drummer ... shouldn't I make sure that I don't appear to have two left feet ?
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The unprecedented antics and double standards you see from the Left, are Satan's love letters falling from their pockets, as they flail wildly, swinging their hatred for Trump and other dissidents, that challenge their cozy status quo."
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There are two wolves, one is evil and the other is the good wolf. The one that is greater than the other is the one you feed, this is true for your ego and your soul, ego is corruptible and the soul is pure love, which one will you feed?
A Sorceress conundrum
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"In every Legend in which Thoth takes a Prominent part, we see that it is he who speaks The Word that results in the wishes of Ra' being carried into effect. Then spoke Thoth to Ra', there came the instrument of Behudet in the form of a Great Winged-Disk, from this day forth he shall be called
Horbehudti (Horus Of Edfu" - Legend of the Winged Sun-Disk
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Ready to rumble my people are not humble.
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"Upon my lap it's safe garden pleasance,
deep in its soul a rumbling purr."
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Stay centered along the scale... as moderation becomes the fulcrum to wisdom and growth.
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From defendant Trump's personal and business organizations, we can see the artistic blending of nepotism and despotism on full display.
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I think the worst person you can let down ever, is yourself. The person you must never run away from, but confront full on is yourself. The greatest Strength is always found in the time of breaking, of pure vulnerability, when towers crumble and you are walking through the wreckage, the person you must salvage first is yourself.
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Donald Trump has trouble with syntax, he thinks paying tax is a sin!—I Am Anaya
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ARROGANCE TRUMPS IGNORANCE WHEN IT COMES TO DANGER
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Promises are quite the quagmired conundrum; often made but seldom kept. 10.6.2022
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Trump broke the law and endangered national security. After all, it’s not like the KGB doesn’t know how to pick locks.
— Michael R. Burch aka “The Loyal Opposition” (Keywords: America, USA, leadership, Trump, treason, lock, locks, national security)
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Cassidy Hutchinson is a modern Erin Brockovich except that in her case the well has been poisoned for the whole country. — Michael R. Burch
(Keywords/Tags: America, USA, patriotic, truth, justice, White House, Trump)
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Cassidy Hutchinson is not only credible, but her courage and poise under fire have been incredible. — Michael R. Burch
(Keywords/Tags: courage, truth, patriotic, credible, incredible, credibility, Trump)
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Elevate your words, not their volume. Rain grows flowers, not thunder.—Rumi, translation by Michael R. Burch
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Play me like a fiddle and watch me entertain you like a trumpet.
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Guns are instruments like plows or spades or sickles;
Use these for humanity. Reach life's pinnacles!
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without passion,
sanity crumbles
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It’s not that I don’t want to die;
I shall be glad to go.
Enough of diabetes pie,
and eating sickly crow!
Enough of win and place and show.
Enough of endless woe!
Enough of suffering and vice!
I’ve said it once;
I’ll say it twice:
I shall be glad to go.
But why the hell should I be nice
when no one asked for my advice?
So grumpily I’ll go ...
although
(most probably) below.
('Enough!' by Michael R. Burch)
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jesus was born
a palestinian child
where there’s no Room
for the meek and the mild
... and in bethlehem still
to this day, lambs are born
to cries of “no Room!”
and Puritanical scorn ...
under Herod, Trump, Bibi
their fates are the same—
the slouching Beast mauls them
and WE have no shame:
“who’s to blame?”
('who, US?' by Michael R. Burch)
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How can I withhold my soul so that it doesn’t touch yours?
How can I lift mine gently to higher things, alone?
Oh, I would gladly find something lost in the dark
in that inert space that fails to resonate until you vibrate.
There everything that moves us, draws us together like a bow
enticing two taut strings to sing together with a simultaneous voice.
Whose instrument are we becoming together?
Whose, the hands that excite us?
(Rainer Maria Rilke, translation Michael R. Burch)
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Trump’s real goals are obvious
and yet millions of Americans remain oblivious.
—Michael R. Burch
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Poets must sometimes re-butt asses like Trump.—Michael R. Burch
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