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October 21, 2014
When I see some of these young people running their game I want to say:
“Kid, I ran with bikers, shot junk, robbed banks; my hands have taken lives and saved lives when I was active military; I worked with the Billy Graham Crusade; I got a million miles of highway under my ass, slept with dogs, danced with angels, I got screwdrivers older than you … what ya gonna show me, uh? Spillers of Soup: MEMORY LANEPosted by gerardvanderleun at October 21, 2014 7:13 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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Well, there's a whole lot in life I don't care much about, but I am pretty well centered in my own spirituality and the older I get I allow that there's probably about 23 different ways to get into Heaven.
"Everybody's got their own way to butter their bread" as my father would say, "don't trust the priests, son, all they got a key to is the shithouse".
And besides, as I get older, I pay more attention to the evidence and less to the arguments.
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at October 21, 2014 9:53 PM