Tuesday, May 31, 2016

The Sovereign Investor.

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Here is a pic of me about the year 1989, when we lived in a place just West of Racine, WI., called Sturtevant, WI.   Chrysler had just laid off 6000 people and we were in a nasty recession   --$$$$, so I was back in college learning a skilled trade, Welding, to put food on the table and pay the bills.    I got called back to Chrysler about 6 years latter, and finished my 30. 5 years, and then retired at the tender age of 54, in the year, 2002, with full benefits.   PTL !  Thank you, Lord.   But now we are about to plunge into something far worse.... an economic/ financial Melt Down !  Beware, Folks.
      I have been a power lifter most of my adult life:

The Sovereign Investor

Justifying a Police State.

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Good Day,  Friends,
    I know that there are so many 'charities' begging for your money all the time,  but the one down below on this page has a great Christian Ministry that help make clean, potable drinking water available to many thirsty people in parts of Africa, and I really think/  believe that is a worthy cause.   I am thirsty a lot, but more so in the Summer time, where I live, which is hot and humid, IMHO.   I have, of course, donated some money to this worthy cause, too.   

And we all have to admit in our present 'climate' of Gov't intrusion and almost unlimited power, that the author of this :  News Letter:  "The Daily Jot",  has a super brave heart !!   I believe that the Holy Spirit gives ME the inner strength to repost and share the Daily Jot, from time to time,  where angels fear to tread.   Many would say to me:   'Tom,  just don't  make waves, and stay out of trouble.'   But maybe God picked me because of my boyish goofiness and spirit of adventure, flying too close to the flame, like a moth....  I wonder...   I keep telling myself that I ought to back off and leave all the guts and glory for the younger guys and gals.... Ha!   In this world more and more men are allowing themselves to be "castrated" --- at least in spirit !    But Father God doesn't want cowards in His Saints and followers !    Brothers and Sisters, let us not think or ponder about the worst possible mode of death,  but learn to 'TRUST IN THE LORD' and the Holy Spirit, for our strength.   It took me so many years to just figure that out, too.    I know...  somethings came easy for me, and some things took years of begging the Father to attain.   Like,  "Balance"   Like,  "True biblical Wisdom, Peace, joy, love, self control !!"    I was weeping today, too, while eating 35 hot, toasted peppers, at my fav. Mexican eating place in Iron Mtn., MI.   I think that I have found my limit, finally, and actually 20 hot peppers should be just right.  

I starved myself most of the week end, but bought some good, choice meat today at the store.   Dang!  The food is getting higher every day U.P. here !   Now I know why most folks shop at WalMart, these days....  but I don't care for their grade of meat, sorry.    Right now, I think we all should stock up on toilet paper.   And I also think it would be wise to get a large metal tub for washing clothes, and laundry soap.    Home Depot or the Tractor Store should have those items.   If there is no electricity,  we will be S.O.L.   And make more ice cubes.

And hello to all the German, Irish, English and Russian people that also read my humble blog,  in other countries !    I can see what people in those countries plug into my blog posts.  They must love freedom and liberty too,  but more importantly, they love the Father and the Son.     Smile !

Too hot to write any more today.

Warm Regards,

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NOTE: When writing about God and Jesus, The Daily Jot means YHVH as God and Yeshua Ha Mashiach as Jesus--the actual original names and the true nature and character of them. 
Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Justifying a police state
To most Americans it seems to take a suspension of disbelief to see that the United States government is leading to, or even has become, a police state where individual freedom is subservient to the whims of legal interpretations and overreaching regulations. From red light cameras to automated speed cameras to police drones to the ability to assassinate American citizens if they are suspected terrorists, we live in an age of Constitutional deconstruction where the meanings of words are twisted to fit a population control agenda and laws are written that disregard the very freedoms that our government was established to protect. Where does it end?
Many Christians have difficulty conceiving of how a beast government could rise to power and require everyone to take it's mark to be able to buy and sell. Yet, right here in America, we are giving up rights on a daily basis to a government that has sold us a bill of goods that this is necessary to protect us from Islamic terrorists--Oh, I'm sorry--check that--I should say "radical extremists" because we are not supposed to be in need of protection from the peaceful religion of Islam. While Islam is a dire threat to the freedom of everyone on earth, it also serves as a wonderful Trojan Horse to justify and establish government control over every aspect of our "free" lives.
The government can view our naked bodies before we can fly on a plane. The government has technology to drive by our houses and detect where we are holding weapons. The government, or any other entity that has Google, can view our activities on our very property. The government can freeze our assets if we do not agree with which brand of Islamist terrorists it is supporting in Syria, Iran or Yemen--its a national emergency you know. Islam has given the government justification to intrude into almost every aspect of our lives. And once that foundation is laid, it's an easy step to crack down on your religion, your personal protection, your speech, even the products you buy (i.e. New York and soda).
Our Constitutionally guaranteed freedoms have made it possible for us to share the gospel and expand the kingdom of the one true God both at home and throughout the world. But when the government uses an entity such as Islam to dictate our very freedoms, it won't be long until the words of Jesus in Matthew 24:9 take hold: "Ye shall be hated of all nations for my name's sake." Galatians 5:1 says, "Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith the Christ has made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage." I believe this is both spiritual and physical. Question is: are we standing fast or losing our standing fast?
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Monday, May 30, 2016

I Feel Better Now. Smile.

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Prepping is NOT a sin, nor a silly, paranoid act, folks !!   Get real, get busy,  work smart,  and pray often. 

Tommy S

Elite Special Forces Insider Warns Of Serious Civil Unrest This Summer: “Everything Is Right For Things To Go Very Wrong”

Mac Slavo
May 30th, 2016
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In the lead up to the Presidential election we’ve seen pockets of riotous behavior across America. Whether supporting Trump, Sanders, Hillary or Cruz, average Americans appear to be ready to go to war with their government or with each other. This sentiment, coupled with continued economic degradation and a general feeling of a populace that has for decades been marginalized by the political machine in the United States, is showing all the signs of serious civil unrest on the horizon.
In the following interview with Infowars.com special forces commando Tim Kennedy weighs in, describing the current situation as a trench having been dug and filled with accelerants just waiting to be ignited.
Kennedy is a continuity of government expert, which means he’s well versed in not only how the powder keg of civil unrest could potentially explode, but what The-Powers-That-Be will do once it does.
For civil unrest to happen you have to have a bunch of little things that set up for the perfect situation. You have to have a reason.
People are so emotionally involved in this Presidential election right now… and finally for the first time realizing there is something wrong with our country… the eyes are open… we know that something’s not right.
Even though we have a President saying ‘I’m trying to break down borders‘ we’ve never had so much hate between different racial segments… what’s even more scary is that we know all of these things individually  are setting up the perfect opportunity for serious civil unrest… 
Now that we’re moving into summer… we’re moving into the Presidential election… we’re sending troops into Iraq… we’re looking at groups and segments of people who are supporting specific Presidential nominees…
We have a perfect conducive environment for some serious problems… you think riots in Missouri were bad? Just wait until July… wait until August. 
The trench has been dug and it is full of accelerants… everything is right for things to go very wrong.

Kennedy warns that once civil unrest happens on a nationwide scale, you’d better have taken steps to prepare, because just as we saw in Venezuela, Argentina and elsewhere during such tense periods, essential goods disappear from the shelves almost overnight.
And while such events are often dismissed by Americans as improbable, your concerns over the possibility are not without merit.
As an individual you have to get ready.
Don’t care if people think that you’re crazy… don’t think that you’re being a fanatic… that you’re being a prepper.
I’m only responsible for my family… My family is going to have food… My family is going to have water… We are going to be safe.
And if you think I’m crazy because I want to make sure my family is protected, fine, that’s the way it is.
But as an individual you need to look and research about ways to prepare in whatever city you live in.
In short, should widespread civil unrest, whether this summer or at any point in the future, spread across America and be followed by military and law enforcement intervention, you absolutely cannot depend on the government to be there to provide any meaningful assistance.
That means you need to take steps to prepare your own personal continuity plan.
In her best-selling book The Prepper’s Blueprint, Tess Pennington succinctly summarizes the reality of the situation:
Disasters do not discriminate. In the aftermath of the event, you will be on your own, left to provide for your family with the supplies and knowledge you have accrued. If you are prepared with the mental and spiritual foundation to overcome disaster, then you will transition into survival mode more quickly.
…When you plan for extended disasters you must take into account that you could be on you own for up to a month or longer. To carry you through this unpredictable time, you must add additional layers to your preparedness foundation so that it incorporates essential knowledge and additional supplies.
Excerpted from The Prepper’s Blueprint: The Step-By-Step Guide To Survive Any Disaster
By preparing for the possibility of a widespread civil unrest scenario you’d also be readying yourself for other potentially deadly events, thus focusing on core supplies and knowledge is key.
  • Emergency Food Supplies will be absolutely critical. Even during a snowstorm or hurricane that are often forecast well in advance we see panic in grocery stores in the lead up, often leaving store shelves razed and completely empty. Stockpiling easy-to-cook, highly nutritious meals will be critical. Such supplies can be acquired in grab-and-go buckets or family packages for multi-day or multi-week emergency scenarios.
  • Portable food supplies may come in handy should you be caught in the middle of civil unrest and riots. These come in the form of high-calorie-food bars that can be hidden in a backpack, your car, or supplement existing food storage supplies. At a whopping 3600 calories per bar, five of these are enough for a week’s worth of emergency survival nutrition.
  • Emergency Water will be essential in a scenario where city governments are overwhelmed with rioting or looting. A number of disaster scenarios could lead to water in an entire city being either too dangerous to drink or simply turned off at the source. Having a gravity water filter at home will allow you to stay hydrated during times of crisis. If you’re caught out in the open, keeping a portable water filtertration system like the Katadyn Hiker Microfilter or Micropur Water Treatment Tablets in your back pack could be a life saver.
  • Nuclear, Biological, Chemical (NBC) Protective Equipment is an additional safety measure, especially in riot scenarios where poisonous gases could be used by both law enforcement or rioters. Moreover, such gear is the last line of defense in the event of a serious NBC disaster that could include the release of poison gases in crowded, tightly confided spaces like subways, or in a worst case scenario, an attack on a domestic nuclear power plant.
  • Firearms, Ammunition and Body Armor will be essential. People will panic. People will become violent. And people are going to get hurt. Be armed with enough ammunition to keep your family safe and secure, and know how to use your equipment. But remember, if you have to shoot at a threat, there is a strong possibility they will be shooting back. As such, consider body armor as a means of protection in extremely volatile and potentially violent situations.
  • First Aid and Trauma Supplies will be essential to your safety. In a serious emergency there will be no hospitals and you will need to become the doctor. Collapse doctor Joe Alton has written The Survival Medicine Handbook for just this reason. You’ll want to have a first aid kit, but we also strong encourage you to consider trauma kits for serious injuries. And it’s always a good idea to have antibiotics to prevent infection in the event you can’t get to an emergency room.
  • Barter and Trade could come into play as well, especially when store shelves are empty. And while the above supply list could be used for barter, so too can silver bullion like coins and bars. Hard currency has been used in Zimbabwe, Argentina and Greece when either currencies collapsed or banks were closed down due to emergencies.
The above supply list includes some of the very basics one should have in their preparedness supplies. For extensive supply lists and scores of disaster scenarios we encourage you to read Tess Pennington’s highly acclaimed The Prepper’s Blueprint.
Whether it’s civil unrest this summer or as the result of an economic collapse in the future, or any number of other disaster scenarios, having at least a 30 day supply of essential necessities will mean the difference between life and death. At the very least, they will help make a very uncomfortable situation a bit more bearable.
As Tim Kennedy has highlighted, the trenches have been dug and the accelerant has been poured.
All we’re waiting for now is the spark.
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A Special Tribute for Today !

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Especially for all Vietnam Veterans, on this special day, today.

received from an Air force Friend and wanted to share.
Bob C
 "Greyhound Two"
 I thought this was interesting.
Thought this was a great read , from a grunts view, on what the Hueys  were to them!

Unique to all that served in Vietnam is the UH1H helicopter. It was both devil and angel and it served as both extremely well. Whether a LRRP, US or RVN soldier or civilian, whether, NVA, VC, Allied or civilian, it provided a sound and sense that lives with us all today. It is the one sound that immediately clears the clouds of time and freshens the forgotten images within our mind. It will be the sound track of our last moments on earth. It was a simple machine-a single engine, a single blade and four man crew-yet like the Model T, it transformed us all and performed tasks the engineers and designers never imagined. For soldiers, it was the worst and best of friends but it was the one binding material in a tapestry of a war of many pieces.
The smell was always hot, filled with diesel fumes, sharp drafts accentuated by gritty sand, laterite and anxious vibrations. It always held the spell of the unknown and the anxiety of learning what was next and what might be. It was an unavoidable magnet for the heavily laden soldier who donkey-trotted to its squat shaking shape through the haze and blast of dirt, stepped on the OD skid, turned and dropped his ruck on the cool aluminum deck. Reaching inside with his rifle or machine gun, a soldier would grasp a floor ring with a finger as an extra precaution of physics for those moments when the now airborne bird would break into a sharp turn revealing all ground or all sky to the helpless riders all very mindful of the impeding weight on their backs. The relentless weight of the ruck combined with the stress of varying motion caused fingers and floor rings to bind almost as one. Constant was the vibration, smell of hydraulic fluid, flashes of visionary images and the occasional burst of a ground-fed odor-rotting fish, dank swampy heat, cordite or simply the continuous sinuous currents of Vietnam’s weather-cold and driven mist in the Northern monsoon or the wall of heated humidity in the southern dry season. Blotting it out and shading the effect was the constant sound of the single rotating blade as it ate a piece of the air, struggling to overcome the momentary physics of the weather.
To divert anxiety, a soldier/piece of freight, might reflect on his home away from home. The door gunners were usually calm which was emotionally helpful. Each gun had a C ration fruit can at the ammo box clip entrance to the feed mechanism of the machine gun. The gun had a large circular aiming sight unlike the ground pounder version. That had the advantage of being able to fix on targets from the air considerably further than normal ground acquisition. Pears, Apricots, Apple Sauce or Fruit Cocktail, it all worked. Fruit cans had just the right width to smoothly feed the belt into the gun which was always a good thing. Some gunners carried a large oil can much like old locomotive engineers to squeeze on the barrel to keep it cool. Usually this was accompanied by a large OD towel or a khaki wound pack bandage to allow a rubdown without a burned hand. Under the gunners seat was usually a small dairy-box filled with extra ammo boxes, smoke grenades, water, flare pistol, C rats and a couple of well-worn paperbacks. The gun itself might be attached to the roof of the helicopter with a bungi cord and harness. This allowed the adventurous gunners to unattach the gun from the pintle and fire it manually while standing on the skid with only the thinnest of connectivity to the bird. These were people you wanted near you-particularly on extractions.
The pilots were more mysterious. You only saw parts of them as they labored behind the armored seats. An arm, a helmeted head and the occasional fingered hand as it moved across the dials and switches on the ceiling above. The armored side panels covered their outside legs-an advantage the passenger did not enjoy. Sometimes, a face, shielded behind helmeted sunshades, would turn around to impart a question with a glance or display a sense of anxiety with large white-circled eyes-this was not a welcoming look as the sounds of external issues fought to override the sounds of mechanics in flight. Yet, as a whole, the pilots got you there, took you back and kept you maintained. You never remembered names, if at all you knew them, but you always remembered the ride and the sound.
Behind each pilot seat usually ran a stretch of wire or silk attaching belt. It would have arrayed a variety of handy items for immediate use. Smoke grenades were the bulk of the attachment inventory-most colors and a couple of white phosphorous if a dramatic marking was needed. Sometimes, trip flares or hand grenades would be included depending on the location and mission. Hand grenades were a rare exception as even pilots knew they exploded-not always where intended. It was just a short arm motion for a door gunner to pluck an inventory item off the string, pull the pin and pitch it which was the point of the arrangement. You didn’t want to be in a helicopter when such an act occurred as that usually meant there was an issue. Soldiers don’t like issues that involve them. It usually means a long day or a very short one-neither of which is a good thing.
The bird lifts off in a slow, struggling and shaking manner. Dust clouds obscure any view a soldier may have. Quickly, with a few subtle swings, the bird is above the dust and a cool encompassing wind blows through. Sweat is quickly dried, eyes clear and a thousand feet of altitude show the world below. Colors are muted but objects clear. The rows of wooden hootches, the airfield, local villages, an old B52 strike, the mottled trail left by a Ranchhand spray mission and the open reflective water of a river or lake are crisp in sight. The initial anxiety of the flight or mission recede as the constantly moving and soothing motion picture and soundtrack unfolds. In time, one is aware of the mass of UH1H’s coalescing in a line in front of and behind you. Other strings of birds may be left or right of you-all surging toward some small speck in the front lost to your view. Each is a mirror image of the other-two to three laden soldiers sitting on the edge looking at you and your accompanying passengers all going to the same place with the same sense of anxiety and uncertainty but borne on a similar steed and sound.
In time, one senses the birds coalescing as they approach the objective. Perhaps a furtive glance or sweeping arc of flight reveals the landing zone. Smoke erupts in columns-initially visible as blue grey against the sky. The location is clearly discernible as a trembling spot surrounded by a vast green carpet of flat jungle or a sharp point of a jutting ridge, As the bird gets closer, a soldier can now see the small FAC aircraft working well-below, the sudden sweeping curve of the bombing runs and the small puffs as artillery impacts. A sense of immense loneliness can begin to obscure one’s mind as the world’s greatest theatre raises its curtain. Even closer now, with anxious eyes and short breath, a soldier can make out his destination. The smoke is now the dirty grey black of munitions with only the slightest hint of orange upon ignition. No Hollywood effect is at work. Here, the physics of explosions are clearly evident as pressure and mass over light.
The pilot turns around to give a thumbs up or simply ignores his load as he struggles to maintain position with multiple birds dropping power through smoke swirls, uplifting newly created debris, sparks and flaming ash. The soldiers instinctively grasp their weapons tighter, look furtively between the upcoming ground and the pilot and mentally strain to find some anchor point for the next few seconds of life. If this is the first lift in, the door gunners will be firing rapidly in sweeping motions of the gun but this will be largely unknown and unfelt to the soldiers. They will now be focused on the quickly approaching ground and the point where they might safely exit. Getting out is now very important. Suddenly, the gunners may rapidly point to the ground and shout “GO” or there may just be the jolt of the skids hitting the ground and the soldiers instinctively lurch out of the bird, slam into the ground and focus on the very small part of the world they now can see. The empty birds, under full power, squeeze massive amounts of air and debris down on the exited soldiers blinding them to the smallest view. Very quickly, there is a sudden shroud of silence as the birds retreat into the distance and the soldiers begin their recovery into a cohesive organization losing that sound.
On various occasions and weather dependent, the birds return. Some to provide necessary logistics, some command visits and some medevacs. On the rarest and best of occasions, they arrive to take you home. Always they have the same sweet sound which resonates with every soldier who ever heard it. It is the sound of life, hope for life and what may be. It is a sound that never will be forgotten. It is your and our sound.
Logistics is always a trial. Pilots don’t like it, field soldiers need it and weather is indiscriminate. Log flights also mean mail and a connection to home and where real people live and live real lives. Here is an aberrant aspect of life that only that sound can relieve. Often there is no landing zone or the area is so hot that a pilot’s sense of purpose may become blurred. Ground commander’s beg and plead on the radio for support that is met with equivocations or insoluble issues. Rations are stretched from four to six days, cigarettes become serious barter items and soldiers begin to turn inward. In some cases, perhaps only minutes after landing, fire fights break out. The machine guns begin their carnivorous song. Rifle ammunition and grenades are expended with gargantuan appetites. The air is filled with an all-encompassing sound that shuts each soldier into his own small world-shooting, loading, shooting, loading, shooting, loading until he has to quickly reach into the depth of his ruck, past the extra rations, past the extra rain poncho, past the spare paperback, to the eight M16 magazines forming the bottom of the load-never thought he would need them. A resupply is desperately needed. In some time, a sound is heard over the din of battle. A steady whomp whomp whomp that says; The World is here. Help is on the way. Hang in there. The soldier turns back to the business at hand with a renewed confidence. Wind parts the canopy and things begin to crash through the tree tops. Some cases have smoke grenades attached-these are the really important stuff-medical supplies, codes and maybe mail. The sound drifts off in the distance and things are better for the moment. The sound brings both a psychological and a material relief.
Wounds are hard to manage. The body is all soft flesh, integrated parts and an emotional burden for those that have to watch its deterioration. If the body is an engine, blood is the gasoline.-when it runs out, so does life. Its important the parts get quickly fixed and the blood is restored to a useful level. If not, the soldier becomes another piece of battlefield detritus. A field medic has the ability to stop external blood flow-less internal. He can replace blood with fluid but its not blood. He can treat for shock but he can’t always stop it. He is at the mercy of his ability and the nature of the wound. Bright red is surface bleeding he can manage but dark red, almost tar-colored, is deep, visceral and beyond his ability to manage. Dark is the essence of the casualties interior. He needs the help that only that sound can bring. If an LZ exists, its wonderful and easy. If not, difficult options remain. The bird weaves back and forth above the canopy as the pilot struggles to find the location of the casualty. He begins a steady hover as he lowers the litter on a cable. The gunner or helo medic looks down at the small figures below and tries to wiggle the litter and cable through the tall canopy to the small upreaching figures below. In time, the litter is filled and the cable retreats -the helo crew still carefully managing the cable as it wends skyward. The cable hits its anchor, the litter is pulled in and the pilot pulls pitch and quickly disappears-but the retreating sound is heard by all and the silent universal thought-There but for the Grace of God go I-and it will be to that sound.
Cutting a landing zone is a standard soldier task. Often, to hear the helicopter’s song, the impossible becomes a requirement and miracles abound. Sweat-filled eyes, blood blistered hands, energy-expended and with a breath of desperation and desire, soldiers attack a small space to carve out sufficient open air for the helicopter to land. Land to bring in what’s needed, take out what’s not and to remind them that someone out there cares. Perhaps some explosives are used-usually for the bigger trees but most often its soldiers and machetes or the side of an e-tool. Done under the pressure of an encroaching enemy, it’s a combination of high adrenalin rush and simple dumb luck-small bullet, big space. In time, an opening is made and the sky revealed. A sound encroaches before a vision. Eyes turn toward the newly created void and the bird appears. The blade tips seem so much larger than the newly-columned sky. Volumes of dirt, grass, leaves and twigs sweep upward and are then driven fiercely downward through the blades as the pilot struggles to do a completely vertical descent through the narrow column he has been provided. Below, the soldiers both cower and revel in the free-flowing air. The trash is blinding but the moving air feels so great. Somehow, the pilot lands in a space that seems smaller than his blade radius. In reverse, the sound builds and then recedes into the distance-always that sound. Bringing and taking away.
Extraction is an emotional highlight of any soldier’s journey. Regardless of the austerity and issues of the home base, for that moment, it is a highly desired location and the focus of thought. It will be provided by that familiar vehicle of sound. The Pickup Zone in the bush is relatively open or if on an established firebase or hilltop position, a marked fixed location. The soldiers awaiting extraction, close to the location undertake their assigned duties-security, formation alignment or LZ marking. Each is focused on the task at hand and tends to blot out other issues. As each soldier senses his moment of removal is about to arrive, his auditory sense becomes keen and his visceral instinct searches for that single sweet song that only one instrument can play. When registered, his eyes look up and he sees what his mind has imaged. He focuses on the sound and the sight and both become larger as they fill his body. He quickly steps unto the skid and up into the aluminum cocoon. Turning outward now, he grasps his weapon with one hand and with the other holds the cargo ring on the floor-as he did when he first arrived at this location. Reversing the flow of travel, he approaches what he temporarily calls home. Landing again in a swirl of dust, diesel and grinding sand, he offloads and trudges toward his assembly point. The sounds retreat in his ears but he knows he will hear them again. He always will.

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Time to 'Make Hay while the Sun Shines.'

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Hi Friends,
     Wanted:  Someone to beat me with a stick, preferably a 1/2 inch dowel .... LOL !   I cannot believe that I missed church again, by going back to bed to rest for a half hour before getting dressed properly to drive  to church in Iron Mountain, MI....  duh !   Sometimes I just feel so stupid.  And now, when I am 'on-line' posting something --- the clock seems to do a 'quantum leap' movement, every time I look up at it.   It leaps by a half hour every time I look at it.   Ha!   This is just too much for me, friends.   It seems like time is racing on,  to something much worse than we have now, and the article below might scare you, IF 'Big Brother' doesn't pull it down, censure it sooner than you think.   
     OK, folks,  for the record, I have been duped, misled, before, and got suckered into a few life changing things in my life, made some big mistakes, etc.    But one thing for sure is:   Father God, Jehovah, Yahweh,  YHWH,  up in Heaven, is very much alive, and in control of what happens here on Earth ! !   He loves us and Jesus Christ WILL return, and most real, bible-smart Christians believe --- that will be SOON !   We will stop preaching, sharing the Gospel of Jesus Christ --- Salvation, when we are taken UP, UP and AWAY, by our Master and Lord.   Period.  
       In the meantime,  we must act responsibly, and pay our bills to the best of our ability.   For many, especially in Venezuvala in South America, that may be very difficult, indeed, when many are starving to death, eating their own dogs and cats, etc ! !    Now how do you define 'starvation' to THIS AMERICAN GENERATION that lives on McDonald's and sugary Coke ?   Think about all the Welfare Generation folks who don't have a job, any skills, any way to earn a living, etc.,  no concept of work or survival.   Their answer??  Riots, and then we WILL HAVE  martial law.   It seems pretty clear to me !   As usual,  I HOPE THAT I AM WRONG.    And now, the people who diligently studied their History, are  becoming people of value/ importance!   And in the same thought -- those Christians who really know and study their Bible !!  

Revelation, Chapter 13  [It's best to just read the entire chapter...],  and verse 4:   And they worshipped the dragon which gave power to the beast."   And verse 16,  "And he causeth all to receive the Mark on their right hand or in their forehead..."    Talking about a One World Gov't, here.  
       But I just happen to think that we are 'so late in the game', right now,  that I think it wise not to go on extensive trips and vacations when the SHTF scenario might come this very Summer, and I really wonder if we will even HAVE an election this Fall.   Sorry to be so blunt and direct.   And the 'spirit of the world' has infested so many people, as they sense some kind of unknown emergency coming.... they know that SOMETHING IS WRONG !   It's hard to live in a "pressure cooker" with Satan breaking up so many marriages and fostering the Liberal Women's Lib 'Liberty Movement.'   So I wonder what my short term future will be.    It's tough to be alone all the time,  but I get the feeling/ vibrations that the Lord doesn't want me to hook up with a non-Believer.   "Do not become unevenly yoked with unbelievers."   Their so-called,  "Freedom and independence," from their husbands and the bible, will prove to be their own undoing...  just like Eve, who was deceived in the Garden of Eden.    And when a woman would rather play with her hand held electronic gadget, playing silly on-line games, like a kid --- rather than have a serious talk about the bible, just for a short 30 minutes,  you've got to wonder what is really in her heart.....  duh.   I don't mean that every has to be a super bible scholar,  but could they not at least know the BASICS of the Gospel ??   And be able to verbalize it, even to share it with others??   But they are into garage sales with a vengeance... lol.    Anything/ Everything BUT the Gospel, and a feeling of Joy, to serve and share the most important thing in the world right now !   Wow!   And just because I admit I am a sinner, doesn't give me license to sin more.... OK, this I do understand.   Proverbs 6: 26,  "For by means of a whorish woman a man is brought to a piece of bread:  and the adulteress will hunt for the precious life."   And the 'heart is treacherous....  who can know it?'  --- Jeremiah.   And I have also known women who want their bills paid off, and then dump the poor slob they married, just to jack up her standard of living, pay off her car and fix her stinking house.... just as "Lot's wife" turned around and was made into a 'pillar of salt'  because so many are just misled by the material things of the satanic world of glitter.   And I also know that many bad men abuse women too and then dump them, so they are all guilty.   I am not trying to stir things up, folks.   But as I said before,  we are living in a 'pressure cooker,'  IMHO.   
      I know:   'Life goes on.'   But I just want to admonish the wise.... Be prepared.   Also pray often, and for me,  Tommy Schuckman,  because I truly need all the prayers I can get !  Smile.   I've got so much to 'work on,' too.  
       If I have enough pure, drinking water, I know that I can go without food for a long time.   I have been into fasting -- the safe way, since the mid-70's, and now all my fat will feed me... LOL.   Even so,  I need to lose the weight --- that slows me down these days.   I just feel that Father God is protecting me, and I have to learn to be more happy and joyful, I guess.   Ha!  Don't we know that it's easy to be happy and content when the money is flowing in and you have the world by the ass, so to speak, and everything is going your way.   I felt like that a few times in my life.   But Satan and his hordes of demons are hunting for true Christians to "spoil them" one way or another.... BEFORE the Lord comes back to claim them and 'remove them' from this hostile environment, BEFORE things really get messy.
    Sorry to always sound like a broken record [or a song in your automobile, and then you lose power...].   Maybe I am spoiled too, and eat too high off the hog...

Warm Regards,
Email:   tschuckman@aol.com 

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Secret G-20 Meeting In Ireland this Summer to Manage the Collapse of America

By Dave Hodges on May 17, 2016 05:39 am
Dr. Walker Todd is heading to Ireland this summer. Ireland is lovely this time of year. Playing golf in one’s sweater could be an enjoyable vacation event. However, Todd is not going to Ireland to play golf. How do we know that Dr. Todd is headed to Ireland? He told Ed Petrowski and this was passed to me […]

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