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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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I’ll say it: “Omicron” doesn’t exist. “Omicron” is the cover story for the poisoning deaths from the coerced injections, AND an excuse for Big Pharma to declare that everyone must start over and be injected with another brand-new poison.
If you can’t see this OBVIOUS ploy, then… I don’t know what to tell you. This is so obvious that it is laughable.
“Omicron” has EXACTLY the same symptoms as the Poison DeathJabs, but ODDLY, no symptoms of a CoronaVirus cold – just heart damage, clotting, immune system destruction, miscarriages, etc. So, the more deaths and injuries there are from the DeathJabs, the more it feeds the “Omicron” fictional cover story, and the more there will be howling for an ENTIRELY NEW CYCLE OF DEATHJABS. The cover story not only “protects” the murderers, it makes every death they cause FEED AN INCREASE OF THEIR POWER.
THERE IS NO “OMICRON”.
I’ll take it a step further. The past ten months have been a trial – a trial for the eugenicist, Malthusian Covigarchs to determine the lethality of the injections. I strongly suspect that there have been batches of placebo, and now that they have an idea of the lethality of the “hot” batches, they are launching this “Omicron” story in order to launch an ENTIRELY NEW round of death injections, totally apart from the doses heretofore disseminated, under the cover story of “fighting the Omicron”. The next round of poison injections will be even more lethal, and much more widely dispersed, and EVERYTHING will be blamed on the non-existent “Omicron”.
Again, THIS IS OBVIOUS.
I’ll keep saying it in the hopes that every time I say it, someone else will understand: Barring supernatural intervention, this will NEVER, EVER END without HOT WAR. This will never “pass” or “fade away” without the PHYSICAL excision of these oligarchs and their minions from all positions of power. PERIOD.
They want 90% of the human population exterminated. Death IS THEIR OBJECTIVE. The hot war has already begun… but only one side is fighting, and the weapons aren’t bombs or guns, but syringes.
https://www.barnhardt.biz/2021/11/29/ill-say-it-omicron-doesnt-exist-omicron-is-the-cover-story-for-the-poisoning-deaths-from-the-coerced-injections-and-an-excuse-for-big-pharma-to-declare-that-everyone-must-start-over-an/
I wonder if Breuer got the cannon idea from the British?
Well, if it’s all the same to you, I’ll just spark up a fatty. Because…bong water.
Does anyone remember Scott Adams… cartoonist aka the “Great Predictor?” He was entertaining leading up to the 2016 election as he called it early on that Trump was going to take it. After that I quit watching him because he got rather boring. As smart as this guy is it still amazes me how smart people can be so stupid. https://voxday.net/2021/12/02/the-tide-is-turning/
I never thought he was smart, not for a second.
I did, however, question the mentality of people that thought he was.
Gullible doofuses easily duped.
Here’s the thing. As one becomes more popular to the masses they open themselves to scrutinization by the super powers and everybody has dirt they’d like to not have smeared all over the place. Adams, like so many others, got to the point where he needed to be taken down a peg or two, a friendly reminder of who’s the boss and why he should consider toning it down. The higher you climb the farther you fall. I’ll stay down here in the gutter.
Smart is too vague, too widespread a term. He’s clever… and he invented a pretty good gig which has reaped a fortune and he’s got a smokin’ hot girlfriend but I don’t envy the dude whatsoever. One quirk he’s got is he’s in love with his brain and he’s very boring. I suppose people still cling to his every word but I signed off four years ago. All the rest you say about getting too uppity and the many pegs we bust asswise on the way down? Bingo. And he’s certifiably fuckin’ stupid for getting vaxxed.
When my mean, narcissist mom passed away and we began the 3+ hour drive across the state of Oklahoma to take her ashes to her wind swept dead prairie grass plot in a tiny country lane cemetery, my husband once again proposed his 2-40 solution for disposing of her remains: 2 windows rolled down in our car while driving 40 miles per hour and pouring the ashes out the window. Man, was it tempting. If we could have done the cannon send off, we would have been rolling in the dough from all the people who would have paid to see her blast off this mortal coil, including the poor nurses she venomously abused in her final hours. That would have been some party.