Once more the need of the Internet Powers That Be to assure themselves that I am not the Great I AM but just a little website stomped all over my site this morning. Things seem to be back to normal now that I have made my sacrifice as required.
Once more the need of the Internet Powers That Be to assure themselves that I am not the Great I AM but just a little website stomped all over my site this morning. Things seem to be back to normal now that I have made my sacrifice as required.
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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.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
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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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If it ain’t one thing it’s another with those people, it’s never ending. They did that to me a couple years ago.
Register.com’s latest irritant started about a year ago for me. Without telling me, they created a series of domains (.net, .org, .biz, etc) based on my original domain which is a .com, on a trial basis. Remember, I never knew of this, until 1 year later when they start sending me threatening emails that they were going to shut me down. My son in Fla handles everything to do with my website so I had him investigate what was wrong. Turns out that there was nothing to do on my end if I didn’t want those optional domains, which I didn’t. But that didn’t stop register from continuing to bombard me DAILY with threatening emails. One of these days….
Renewing SSL certificates. Verifying e-mail addresses. Updating and renewing plug-ins. This BS just keeps getting more annoying. If you pay for multi-year renewals, at least you can cut down on some of the annual subscription nonsense.
I was worried that “THEY” had come for American Digest, and were holding you (a la Jan. 6) in some undisclosed location for questioning the narrative. Of course, the commenters would be next in line for the 3:00 am knock on the door. I was about to hide the peyote plants in the neighbors’ yard, just to be safe.
JWM
My thoughts as well. Still, that 3 am knock on the door remains on the table. Paranoia is not my attitude, it is my way of life.
I am fully prepared in mind, body, and the Holy Spirit for such a knock.
speedloaders?
Don’t know about that, but if you are going to go, you should not go cheap.
I, too, am glad all is well. Had me a bit nervous.