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dontshootmespence · 6 years ago

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Through the Pages

Chapter 23

“What is this?” Eleise asked sweetly, glancing between the tear-stained face of her soon-to-be husband and the shining purple stone.

Spencer chuckled softly as Eleise held out her hand. “I know this isn’t customary here but in my time, it is customary to give what’s called an engagement ring – a betrothal ring so to speak – to show the world we’ll be married.”

Smiling at the thought of all that she had yet to learn about Spencer’s time, she leaned against his chest momentarily before blushing. Her parents were still behind her. She turned her head to meet their teary-eyed gazes and beamed. “It’s beautiful,” she breathed. “Does it-does it look different in your time?”

“A little bit. Slightly brighter and more defined, but when I saw it, I saw it on your finger.”

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After moving past the initial confusion of an engagement ring, the two decided that they didn’t want to wait months or years as was normal in modern times. They wanted to be married as soon as possible and through themselves into pulling together an intimate wedding for their family and friends.

“We should combine our times somehow,” Spencer said offhandedly as they were discussing wedding plans. “Do you want to have the wedding here?”

A small hint of sadness hit her - the realization that her time in her home country was coming to an end – but she pushed it to the side and smiled. “Yes, as long as that was okay with you too.”

“I assumed you would want to have it here,” he replied. The thought of Eleise leaving her family filled with him with dread, but all he could do was hold out hope that the door wouldn’t let them down. “Emily, JJ and Penelope would love to accompany you when you go with your mother to pick out your dress, but if you don’t want them to they will understand.”

Her eyes lit up at the thought. “Brides make a day out of it?” She asked, the carriage passing the rain-slick streets with soft steps of the horse’s hooves. Being engaged meant she and Spencer could be slightly more open in public, holding hands and meeting without a chaperone. “I would love that. I want them to be my bridesmaid’s so we can pick them out then too.”

“What color would you like?”

“Color?”

“Well, in our time, bridesmaids don’t wear white so as to not distract from the bride.”

Eleise loved the idea and immediately insisted that purple be the common thread in their wedding decorations and attire. “I was hoping you’d say purple,” Spencer laughed. “And when it comes to what dress you want, the money is not important. Pick whatever you love most.”

“How did I get so lucky?”

“I think I’m the lucky one.”

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With unbridled joy and a growing dread, Eleanor planned a gathering to announce Eleise’s engagement – mostly neighbors, and family and friends from Alfred’s firm. Eleise had one secretary at the Yard that she talked with on occasion and invited her, but save for that the gathering was for show – a nod to her Victorian heritage.

Though she’d always known what was expected of her, she loathed the small talk she was forced to make, the excuses she was supposed to make for marrying “so late” in her life. 26 was late apparently. Spencer told her it was fairly early in 2011. Maybe it wouldn’t perfect. In fact, she knew it wouldn’t be. There would be things about Spencer’s time she couldn’t stand, but women seemed to fair better.

When all the guests finally left, Eleanor thanked her daughter for giving her the ability to throw the gathering. She didn’t mention it aloud, but with Eleise leaving this time behind, Eleanor at least wanted to keep up appearances if for no other reason than convenience.

The following day, Emily, JJ and Penelope walked through the door to accompany Eleise and her mother to search for the perfect Victorian gown.

Spencer insisted that the cost of the dress was no matter, but Eleise still kept the cost of the gown in mind as they sought out the perfect dress. There were a number of bridal shops in the area but they had little luck at the first three. Most of the dresses reminded Eleise too much of her mother’s wedding dress. “It’s too puffy for me, Mother.”

Oh, how the times had changed.

The majority of the others reminded her of the Queen’s, also too much for her taste. Considering she was a bride, she wanted to wear something with some sparkle, but finding the balance between shine and simplicity was more difficult than she’d ever imagined.

After stopping for a bite to each courtesy of Emily, JJ and Penelope, they continued on to the last store in the area. Eleise prayed they’d be able to find something. “That one!” Penelope said before they even walked in the door. “It’s stunning!”

“That’s something that would even hold up in our time,” JJ commented.

“Absolutely timeless.”

The dress in question was modeled in the window. Soft pink lace sleeves and color met with a beaded butterfly like it might as it flies toward the horizon. Pearlescent beads shone different shades of white, cream, pink and purple depending on where the sun hit it. From there down, the skirt flared gently outward with just enough detail to hold the theming of the dress together. She loved it.

Walking into the store, Eleise immediately scanned the dress for a price. “I can’t possibly buy this!” She exclaimed, crestfallen at the idea that her dream dress was so wildly out of reach. “It’s too much! I assumed I’d spend about six pounds, possibly eight.”

“Spencer told us to remind you that money was no problem,” Emily reminded her, gently touching Eleise’s arm.

Turning away from the dress with a somber smile, she nodded. “I know, but that dress is nearly 30 pounds. I want to look around the store first. See if I can find something less expensive.”

Even though Penelope especially, but Emily and JJ as well, wanted to see Eleise in the dress in the window, they appeased Eleise and searched around the store, using their modern fashion sense in the middle of Victorian England to find a good amalgam of the two.

Nothing felt right to Eleise. On more than one occasion, she found herself yearning to try on the one that had captured her heart. Downcast and on the verge of tears, Eleise struggled with the thought of spending so much, even if it wasn’t her money to spend. Although her mother was horrified by the price and couldn’t imagine spending so much, she believed Spencer when he said he would pay any price. “Dear,” she started, pushing a strand of her daughter’s hair out of her face, “Spencer did say that he would pay anything if you loved it. Why don’t you try it on?”

She approached the window and looked up at the garment in awe, her gaze bouncing between her mother, her new friends and the owner of the store, whose wife also worked their to help with dressing and fitting. “Good afternoon,” he greeted, bowing slightly before extending his hand. “You must be the beautiful bride. Would you like to try this one on? My wife can assist you.”

Swallowing hard, she nodded much to the happiness of everyone around her. The BAU ladies sat in wait for Eleise to come out from the back of the store. English dressing customs, all the petticoats and slips that needed to be worn in addition to the dress taking much more time than they’d intended, but when she emerged from the back they knew it was worth the wait. “You look like an angel,” Eleanor muttered softly, clenched hands held in front of her face.

There were very few times in Eleise’s life that she remembered her mother crying, but here she was. The blushing bride turned toward the mirror and back to her mother as the storeowner commented on how beautifully the dress looked on her. “It’s beautiful. Even more so on than it was in the window.”

“You are a picture of splendor and beauty,” the storeowner said with a smile.

Emily and JJ sat silently, beaming, but Penelope couldn’t hold herself. “Is this the one?” Eleise still had reservations regarding the price. “Spencer has given us his money for a down payment. We also want to give you two pounds a piece, and Spencer can return with you to pay for the rest.”

Eleise’s eyes brimmed with tears at the overwhelming sense of gratitude and emotion. “Are you sure?”

They hadn’t know her long, but she was the love of Spencer’s life and that meant she was family. “Yes,” Emily replied. “You look beautiful. Spencer loves you, which means we do to.”

“Then yes,” she sniffled, gratefully grabbing the handkerchief her mother offered. “I’ll need a veil or headpiece.”

“Spencer told us that Queen Victoria wore orange blossoms at her wedding,” JJ said fondly, imaging a flower crown on top of Eleise’s head. “What about that?”

Eleanor could see the light flare up in her daughter’s eyes followed by a quick flash of uncertainty. “That will be a gift from your father and I.”

Flinging herself in her mother’s direction, Eleise sobbed into her shoulder. Watching her become the woman that stood before had been everything Eleanor ever hoped it would be.

Having decided on the dress, Eleise got changed back into the clothing she’d worn earlier allowing Emily, JJ and Penelope to settle the matter of payment with the storeowner; it was an astounding 31 pounds, 8 shillings and 2 and three quarter pence. Between the BAU ladies, the price came down to 25 pounds even. The money Spencer gave to them brought it down again to 15. “My fiancée can return with me soon to pay off the rest of the debt,” Eleise smiled softly. “Is that agreeable?”

“Absolutely,” he replied. “Thank you, Miss Griffiths. I’m sure you will be the picture of perfection on your wedding day.”

It had been a long and tiring day, but there was still one thing on her mind. She had the dress. She knew the flowers she wanted. She knew who would be in attendance. But there was one other matter she needed to attend to before they could pull together the simple wedding she’d always wanted.

All five women returned to the alleyway where JJ, Penelope and Emily returned home. “Spencer, there is one matter I wanted to discuss with you. Actually two.”

Spencer invited Eleise and her mother into his apartment and closed the door, once again handing Eleanor a blanket to cover her modesty if she so chose. “What is it?”

“We both wanted this to be simple, yes? Just my parents and your friends?”

“Yes. Definitely.”

“What about your mother?”

Spencer sighed. “With my mother’s diagnosis, I don’t think it would be wise to bring her here. I don’t think she would be able to comprehend it. I hoped that maybe we could do a courthouse wedding here. That’s what we call it. And we could get married in front of her at that point. We would need to do something like that here anyway because I highly doubt a marriage license from the 1890s would hold up in 2011.”

Giggling, Eleise placed her hand over Spencer’s. “That would be wonderful. I would like your mother to see us get married in some way.”

“Me too,” he said, pausing. “What was the other thing you wanted to ask me?’

They discussed religion before. Eleise had be born into the Church of England and although she wasn’t a strict practitioner and was questioning certain practices as of late, she always dreamed of getting married in the church she attended as a child. “I wanted to get married in my childhood church, but…”

“But I would have to be baptized into the church, right?”

Nodding, her breath caught in her throat. She knew Spencer wasn’t religious, explaining his reasons for being a man of science and she respected that, but getting married in her church had always been her dream. “Would you?” She asked, almost too softly for anyone to hear.

“Of course,” Spencer smiled. Just as Eleise had before, Spencer noted the sheen in her mother’s eyes.

“Really?”

“Absolutely. I may not practice, but I would do anything for you.”

She leapt across the expanse between them and wrapped her arms around his neck, tears rolling down her cheeks to land on his t-shirt. “Thank you, Spencer. I’ll never understand how I got so lucky.”

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mistrcssdracul · 6 years ago

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Look who has returned home; it’s Guinevere ‘Gwen’ Bonny, a 46 old first mate on The Flying Dragon. She has been described as compassionate and tenacious. She has been tasked with watching over Lucille Blackwood.

//** hey so this is gwen and she is a very very very new character for me but i love her already so i hope you guys do too she’s gonna mother literally everyone on the island because she is just that kind of person anyway yeah here’s her intro

guinevere was born in a small town in the middle of england to a poor family, who worked five different jobs just to put food on the table for the hungry mouths that sat at it. gwen was one of three-- losing her eldest brother to illness before she could even understand what death was. her middle brother eventually broke ties with the bonny family, changing his last name and deciding to make his fortune by attempting to join the guard for the english royal family. gwen, however, stayed with her parents, working odd jobs to ease the financial strain as soon as she was able.

in such a small town it was well known that gwen’s family were direct descendants of the famous pirate anne bonny, and with piracy still running rampant, they were shunned whenever they stepped out in public. as a result, the bonny family became reclusive, never truly allowing guinevere to see the world for what it was.

being so sheltered in her younger years, when the family finally pooled enough money together to travel away from their hometown inland to a seaside village gwen experienced a good deal of her country in the span of a few hours. and once they had settled in a meagre cottage, she was actually allowed to explore-- but to tell anyone she met that her name was guinevere westwood; her parents had followed their son’s example and used a different last name so as to distance themselves from their ‘shameful’ heritage. still not yet a teen, gwen grew up in the village which sustained several pirate raids over the years, but the village was not profitable enough for it to become a regular occurrence. and it was there that the westwoods began to make enough money to live comfortably enough.

growing into a young girl of 17, always staring to the sea in hopes of learning more of their world, but eternally dutiful to her family, gwen decided that she would save pounds and pence here and there for a trip to one of the bigger cities-- portsmouth. it was nothing like london, she was sure, but it would be brighter and more fantastic than the rest the places she had been. on the day that she announced her trip to her parents, and her intent to find work enough to send money home, they were wary at first, but eventually allowed guinevere to take the risk.

with very little money and hopes of finding odd jobs to start, gwen soon found herself clearing bars for barely enough to cover rent on an apartment or to send money to her parents. the frustration fuelled her desire to find a better paying job, which just so happened to turn up at the right... or wrong, time.

it was a cold night a man visited one of the bars guinevere was working in, a smooth talker to say the least. his name was ernest, a charming man who complimented her every time she served him a new drink. the flattery worked, and soon enough she was conversing with him about her frustrations over finances, and not being able to experience the pleasures of life well past last call. it was then he made her an offer-- work for him, earn a comfortable salary and he would allow her to explore what life could be. just as last call was announce, ernest handed her a business card with her promise to call, he then exited the bar.

it was a couple of weeks later that gwen called the man, who arranged for her to meet him at his establishment. when she first stepped foot into the space, she was confused-- it looked like a regular house up front, but... where he led her, to the back, there were at least two dozen woman in revealing outfits. realising exactly what ernest had meant by a job. unfamiliar with anything to do with that sort of thing, he coerced her into becoming his newest party favour to show off to guests at his night club and brothel.

after some lessons, some teaching from the other girls, guinevere became a hit with ernest’s customers. the only problem, however, was that no matter how much money she earned, he would always remind her of the debt she owed him for giving her this opportunity-- with interest. after two months of working there, the night’s profit would go completely to ernest, as he now had her living in the house in front of the club. more and more excuses came up to take the money from her, and it took several months more to begin to dig herself out of the fraudulent debt he swore that gwen owed him.

it was when she was eighteen that a stranger showed interest in her while visiting the brothel, and he paid for a night with her. poor though he was, he had taken a liking to guinevere. unfortunately, it was a night that would change the course of both of their lives forever.

gwen was pregnant. she hadn’t a clue how it had happened, but the precautions had done nothing to prevent it, and now she was with child. the father came back several times in the interim, and she finally learned his name-- ryan abernathy. at first, she was too afraid to tell him-- it could only have been him, after all. most of her time at the club was spent performing dancing or stripping numbers.

eventually, gwen worked up the courage and admitted to the pregnancy. unlike what she had expected, ryan actually took an interest in the baby, and promised that he would help to look after both gwen and their child as best he could. when ernest found out, however, he was furious and demanded that the child be gotten rid of. but gwen, already several months along, refused, not only because she did not want to go through with such an act, but because she felt a bond with her child, no matter they hadn’t been born yet. sure enough, though, she fell into deeper debt as a sort of punishment for the accident.

as she worked her way through the trials of the pregnancy, ryan began to slip money to guinevere for appointments, bills, anything she might need to help throughout. and when the nine months ended, he was still there. with an agonising twelve hours in labour, gwen finally gave birth to a baby girl. and the moment she looked at her, she knew that her daughter’s name would be charlotte.

guinevere, though only nineteen, was over the moon about her child, and wanted to pour all of her efforts into giving charlotte the best chances in life. but she only had her for a few weeks. with ernest theats to kill her daughter with each passing day becoming more violent and no real way to care for a baby in the place she was essentially enslaved, she begged ryan to take charlotte-- to look after her and provide for her in a way that gwen could not, as he had a freedom she did not. still buried in ernest’s debt, it was undoubtedly impossible to raise a child.

the day that charlotte was taken away broke her heart, but ryan had promised gwen that she would be able to see their daughter again, that they would keep contact and when the time was right, guinevere would be able to reunite with her baby. that thought alone became her driving force, to work harder than before, to release herself from the clutches of ernest.

it took her five years of numb work, but eventually, guinevere had paid off every last penny that was demanded of her. free of those ties, she tried to reach out to charlotte’s father, but received no response. again and again and again she tried to talk to ryan-- each time, she received nothing in return. terrified at the thought of something having happened to both him and her daughter, gwen knew she had to take action; she had to go searching for charlotte herself.

it was by chance that a twenty four year old guinevere charmed her way onto a ship, which turned out to be full of pirates. but, unafraid, she declared that she would join their crew, and would take whatever job they would give her as long as she could travel. soon she became their errand girl, earning her place but never fall into such unfair debt. she began to rise through the ranks of the ship, becoming specialised in navigation, but their trips across europe only covered so much of the world, and there was so, so much more that gwen needed to scour for her daughter.

she hopped from ship to ship, using her experience and her charm to gain trust from the pirates. and as gwen settled into this new life, she had a faint memory of her true last name-- bonny. discarding her fake one, she embraced her ancestry and reclaimed the name. soon enough, she was almost nearly as brilliant a pirate as anne bonny herself. but she still had a goal to achieve. no matter how hopeless she felt, no matter that many told her that the search was in vain, no matter how many years passed, she never once gave up on the search for her daughter.

it was when she finally reached forty that she joined the crew of the flying dragon, exploring places she might never have seen if not for all that she had gone through. still, there was no hide nor hair of charlotte yet. she eventually earned her place as first mate aboard the ship and for her iron fist when it came to helping her captain lead, became rather infamous. on the contrary, gwen could be exceptionally gentle, and kind. but when a job was to be done, she always made sure her crew was working like a well-oiled machine. she had not lost her feminine wiles either, and always used them to her advantage when the time called for it.

with her goal always in her mind, she amassed a series of information about herself, her family, her history-- anything and everything that gwen wanted to tell charlotte --into a locked box, kept away from the rest of the crew, though it was no secret what it was for. all of them knew as good of a pirate as she was, all she truly wanted was to see her daughter again. she never kept her former job a secret, rather wearing it as a badge of pride, but was stubborn in her choice not to return to that line of work for fear of falling into another cage of debt.

despite leading with such dominance, though, guinevere was still as human as any other pirate, prone to all sorts of vices she had discovered through her work as a prostitute. cigarettes, drugs, alcohol... they all became terrible habits that gwen wanted to quit, but the pressure she placed upon herself to find charlotte always cut short any cessation of her drinking and smoking, even casual sex from time to time-- with effective protection, of course.

it wouldn’t be until four years into her time aboard the dragon that a rumour spread of a pirate called charlotte aboard one of the other tulach ships. dashed dreams suddenly ignited into a flame of excitement and hope like never before. filled with motivation, she immediately wanted to meet with the other crews to discover the truth. could it be her charlotte? there was no way to tell, no way to know-- and wouldn’t she be with her father? unless... she had been right, and a tragedy had occurred... perhaps ryan was no more. it seemed improbable that she would ever have the chance to quell her unbridled yearning to know-- until roman’s plan, that was. having commanded that the entirety of his fleet converge upon his island, guinevere barely hesitated in preparing herself for the voyage there and answering his call.

however, the reality is that the girl they spoke about could be any charlotte. there are surely thousands out there... millions, maybe. it could be a girl she does not know at all. gwen knows that she must try, must see for herself, must know. but, there’s only one way to discover the whether the girl is who she hopes she is... to meet her on the island, and pray that fate has truly brought her back to the daughter she has been chasing after for all these years.

some personality traits: compassionate, tenacious, authoritarian, charismatic, licentious, eloquent, dedicated, multifarious, maternal, generous, hard-working, domineering, innovative, sentimental, steadfast, demanding, powerful, seductive, fierce, intuitive, clever.

possible connections: past lovers, friends, allies, a confidante, new lovers, rivals, enemies, best friends, anything and everything. if you have an idea for a connection that guinevere might fit, just shoot me an im and we can sort out details!

#trident;intro #❅ [ ** 𝘰𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 ⁎⁎ ] INTRO #❅ [ ** 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳 ⁎⁎ ] GUINEVERE BONNY #❅ [ ** 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 ⁎⁎ ] GWEN #//** y'all i had this PREPARED #//** I WAS CHOMPIN AT THE BIT TO GET HER INTO THE GAME

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p-r · 7 years ago

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cede the political

Suggested listening: This Land is Your Land by Woody Guthrie

My freshman year of high school, I was best friends with a caustic girl named Sonya. While I could write many, many, many pages about Sonya, I will ignore most of that rage for now. But one thing that I drew from her was the quote, “The American Dream is dead; good riddance to it.”

Now you may have heard that quote before and it may mean something else to you, but for her and I it was our code for “fuck the state, it sucks so badly we cannot change it.”

It was a term of edgy apathy that we thought was wiser than anything Nietschze could ever hope to utter. It was our way of justifying our dismal view of the future and our refusal of hoping for a better tomorrow.

In my year of friendship with Sonya, I have never regressed so far in my mental health. Every day with her was a day where life got slowly worse. Utter darkness and destruction of oneself was the basis of our friendship and I wanted so badly to keep her as my friend, so I let myself slip into this dark symbiosis of hatred for myself and for the world.

Every day was bleak. Every day was a new day of suicide jokes and her sending me pictures of her self-harm and her urging me to do the same. She glorified destruction and pushed me to it.

Flash forward to my sophomore year in high school. The day is October 11th. A Tuesday. She says she cannot be friends anymore. She screams, yells, tells me to leave her alone, to never leave her, to die, to live.

That night I thought my world was ending. She had conditioned me to believe that there was only her and without her there was nothing. I was nothing.

There are a lot of components to her that I don’t want to focus on with this post, so just understand that I was a dismal wreck of a human for awhile after Sonya. I had friends that kept my head just barely above water (Sarah, Lincoln, Kyle, Valerie, Dylan). Every day they battled my demons. Each sun rose for me with no desire to get out of bed and every day they, like clockwork, helped me to stand and keep fighting. Because of them, I can truly say I know what it is like to have your life saved. I was a walking dead man and they breathed life back into me. Slowly but surely I found myself to be a Lazarus.

This past May Sonya and I both graduated. She now attends Georgetown, a private university. Her first choice after being rejected from the Ivys.

She along with others ridiculed my choice to attend public UC Berkeley after receiving better offers. I chose it for a myriad of reasons, personal and confusing. But I can say that I do not regret it at all.

Today, a massive gameday, I found myself reflecting on my choice. I attend a large public university with Greek Life (of which I am a part of, despite always assuming I never would be) with parties and antics. I also attend a university with protests and activism. I also attend a university with massive research output.

Here, more than any other place, I see this power of a whole person. This university known for its protests and its radical ideas is the home of the revolutionaries.

Kids find themselves here not because they are ivy league rejects (as I am not an ivy reject and I proudly sit here) or that they got a deal on tuition (I pay 70,000 to attend); they find themselves here because they believe in the American Dream. We are the boots on the ground. The first to raise a sign. To make a petition. To call our senators.

Less obviously, we are the first to include. The first to be more aware of social constructs and norms. We are the first to realize that we are not passive participants in the rapidly growing, by the second actually, story of history.

We are history. We hold the pen and we decide.

Sonya sits in her ivory tower, I sit in the fresh dirt pile of change.

America is far from perfect, but that won’t deter me from doing what I can. My feet pound the pavement when I walk on campus so hard they can hear me all the way in DC. I am not afraid of tomorrow because I know I will fight and I know that Berkeley will give me the tools I need to stand up and raise my fist in the air.

In high school, I did policy debate, a male-dominated event that is known to be the hardest debate event. My debate partner was also a female. Kids and judges belittled us because we were women. Sonya, who was originally going to be my policy partner said she couldn’t because she was too scared to lose. She refused to stand and fight for other women.

I was the only female presiding officer at the 2018 Senatorial Congressional Districts for debate. I commanded a room with a gavel as well as any man in the room. Sonya refused to do Senate because “the house rooms are easier, I’ll get more points even though I’m female.” She ran from her challengers and I faced them.

Debaters are commonly top earners in American Society, with many becoming massive political figures (Mike Pence did debate, so did Hillary Clinton). So, I always found her proclaimed liberal views to be lackluster. She talked a great game, but when she had a chance to change the minds of the future Pences of the world or inspire younger women to become the next Clintons, she decided to hide. Give up. Reinforce norms.

I’ll admit, it was hard standing in rooms full of men looking at me with snickering glances. The boys on my team always assuming they were better despite Sarah and I’s superior record. But, I am so glad that I never gave up. Sure, debate is super small, but I believe in its impact. I believe my tiny contributions made a difference to someone. Now, I see young women that I mentored taking my place and fighting back against norms. I see them stand tall. I see men stand with them and call for change. I see hope in their eyes.

So what does this all come down to? Is the American Dream dead?

Absolutely not. The American Dream lies, for me, in the hearts of young women in debate and on the campus of UC Berkeley.

For every person it's different; maybe the rejection of binary gender roles in media, African American CEOs in top companies, maybe it's putting food on the table for your children, paying off credit card debt.

Whatever it is, the dream is alive. It's alive because we keep striving. It's alive because we choose to try again. We can see the disparity, disarray, and discrimination, but the dream only dies if we choose not to fight.

If we disengage, we cede the political, that is to give our oppressors an automatic victory because we conceded.

I am surrounded by people here at Berkeley that remind me that we are ready to fight. Brothers who support their sisters, friends asking pronouns, greek life members accepting trans people into their brother and sisterhoods with open arms. We are changing tomorrow because we don’t believe in academia, we believe in rolling up our sleeves.

Talk is cheap, y’all.

Sonya fears for tomorrow helplessly. I fear tomorrow because I know I am on the frontlines in the war.

She has given up, removed herself from the question and in essence given away her power.

She has killed her American Dream.

But mine is alive, and I hope yours is too.

Woody Guthrie’s This Land is Your Land is written out of him analyzing if long relief lines that he sees outside a church show that the dream is dead. He concludes that the dream is alive by ending the song with the lines:

Nobody living, can ever stop me,

As I go walking that freedom highway

Nobody living can ever make me turn back

This land was made for you and me.

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Prager University Part 37.

Father Absence Is the Biggest Issue Facing Black America.

Left vs. Fact: Rent Control Hurts Renters.

The Beatles' Ringo Starr: Brexit Is Good for Britain Why I Don't Want and Don't Deserve Reparations.

Trailer: The Candace Owens Show Featuring Douglas Murray.

Tolerance Is a Conservative Value.

Climate Activists Use Kids to Fuel Hysteria.

Is College Worth It?

Sports & Politics.

How the Government Made You Fat.

Trailer: The Candace Owens Show Featuring Vice President Mike Pence.

Left vs. Fact: Male and Female - What's So Confusing?

Trailer: The Candace Owens Show Featuring Nathan Latka

Father Absence Is the Biggest Issue Facing Black America.

https://youtu.be/ENprGZXlXUk

PragerU

Which poses a bigger threat to black communities: Racism? Or absent fathers? Children who grow up without a father are: - 5 times more likely to live in poverty - 9 times more likely to drop out of school - 20 times more likely to end up in prison Candace Owens and Larry Elder show just how important black fathers are in turning boys into responsible and happy men--and how their absence has had a tragic impact on millions of black Americans.

Left vs. Fact: Rent Control Hurts Renters.

https://youtu.be/vZyeNFTje2A

PragerU

Think you support rent control? This might change your mind. Rent control sounds like a great way to make affordable housing more available. Unfortunately, these laws have the opposite effect. Nicole Gelinas of the Manhattan Institute shows why price ceilings on apartments hurt those it intends to help.

The Beatles' Ringo Starr: Brexit Is Good for Britain.

https://youtu.be/_XE1SYsDoFM

PragerU

Is the European Union good for Britain? Or would the British be better off without it? "I think it's a great move...to be in control of your own country is a good move." - Ringo Starr Nigel Farage, a member of the European Parliament and a leader of the UK's Brexit movement, also shares his view.

Why I Don't Want and Don't Deserve Reparations.

https://youtu.be/18tGOIvotFE

PragerU

The Reparations Movement — a government payout to descendants of slaves — is making a comeback. Super Bowl star Burgess Owens, who happens to be black and whose great grandfather was a slave, finds this movement both condescending and counterproductive. He wants no part of it. In this video, he explains why.

Script: My great-great-grandfather, Silas Burgess, came to America shackled in the belly of a slave ship. He was sold on an auction block in Charleston, South Carolina, to the Burgess Plantation. Orphaned by age 8, he was, fortunately, surrounded by elder slaves who, though physically chained, mentally envisioned themselves as free men. They escaped, taking young Silas with them, making their way to West Texas. Silas worked hard and saved his money. Eventually, he became the owner of 102 acres of farmland, which he cultivated and paid off within two years. I proudly carry the name of my first American ancestor—who, like millions of others drawn or brought to our country, struggled past overwhelming obstacles to live the American Dream. Silas founded the first black church, the first black elementary school in his town. He was a Republican, a Christian, and a pillar of his community. He was proud and industrious and taught his children to be the same. Now, because great-great-grandpa Silas was once a slave, so-called “progressives” want to give me money. Never mind that, like him, I am an entrepreneur who received an excellent education, built businesses, raised a remarkable family and, unlike most white Americans, earned a Super Bowl ring. Because of work I’ve never done, stripes I’ve never had, under a whip I’ve never known, these progressives want to give me money I’ve never earned. The fact that this money will be forcibly taken from others who also dreamed, worked and sacrificed for it, I’m told is not my concern. But it is. At the core of the reparations movement is a distorted and demeaning view of blacks and whites. It grants superiority to the white race, treating them as an oppressive people too powerful for black Americans to overcome. It brands blacks as hapless victims, devoid of the ability which every other culture possesses to assimilate and to progress. The reparations movement conveniently forgets the 150 years of legal, social, and economic progress obtained by millions of American minorities. It also minimizes the sacrifice of hundreds of thousands of white Americans and a Republican president who gave their lives to eradicate slavery. I think Grandpa Silas would have seen this loss of American lives as payment in full. Every grateful black American, then and now, would feel the same. The reparations movement also reinforces a view of racial relationships that undermines America’s Judeo-Christian foundation. It defies the ideals of forgiveness and second chances and scorns individual accountability. Proponents of reparations believe that black Americans are incapable of carrying their own burdens, while white Americans must bear the sins of those who came before them. Proponents do not take into account the majority of white Americans who never owned slaves, who fought to end slavery, or who came to America long after it was ended. For the complete script, visit https://www.prageru.com/video/why-i-d...

Trailer: The Candace Owens Show Featuring Douglas Murray.

https://youtu.be/iIm3j8p8zlQ

PragerU

The Left is obsessed with race. It gives them purpose. And it is harming society—creating more problems, which also gives them... more purpose. 😤 Stop it. Don't miss author/ journalist Douglas Murray on The Candace Owens Show this Sunday. Find out more about his devastating new book The Madness of Crowds here: https://amzn.to/2nWgf77

Tolerance Is a Conservative Value.

https://youtu.be/up-p0-Wm430

PragerU

Are you tolerant? You probably think so. But who is tolerant in America today? Is it those on the left, or those on the right? Presidential candidate Marianne Williamson was caught on a hot mic swallowing a big red pill 💊Leftism makes people mean. It does.

Climate Activists Use Kids to Fuel Hysteria.

https://youtu.be/nHmsaAAdn2Y

PragerU

Leftists are telling children that climate change is going to kill them and everyone they know—and then place those terrified kids in front of cameras to beg for their lives. Want some "propaganda"? Here you go.

Is College Worth It?

https://youtu.be/nFIMiQ5eApk

PragerU

Is college a good investment? It’s getting harder and harder to make that case. Student loans have suckered a LOT of students into massive debt, with little more than a useless degree and a hangover to show for it. 🤕

Sports & Politics

https://youtu.be/ZTR_3ylevwM

PragerU

Journalist says black athletes should leave 'white' colleges. Um. What? Sports have a unique ability to unite our communities and our nation. Until recently, that is. How did sports get so politicized? Clay Travis, host of Outkick the Show, tackles the country’s cultural divide and its effect on our favorite pastime.

How the Government Made You Fat.

https://youtu.be/Q7vJZAYoFPk

PragerU

Ever since the introduction of the Food Pyramid in the early '90s, the average American has gotten fatter and sicker. Has this government-approved nutritional guideline — the basis of the modern “healthy diet” — led us astray? If so, how did this happen, and what can we learn from it? Cardiologist Dr. Bret Scher offers some food for thought on this very weighty issue.

Script: Here’s a riddle: How is it that ever since the government began telling us what to eat, we have gotten fatter and sicker? In 1977, when the government first set dietary guidelines, the average American male weighed 170 pounds. He now weighs 197. It’s not any better for women —145 to 170. And you don’t need an academic study to know the same thing is happening to kids. Just look around. The weight gain has real-life consequences: the percentage of Americans diagnosed with type 2 diabetes—a condition that can lead to severe medical issues—has risen from 2% in 1977 to over 9% in 2015. In hard numbers, that’s five million people to over 30 million people. How did this happen? It all started innocently enough in the 1950s, when President Dwight Eisenhower had a heart attack while in office. Suddenly, the issue of heart health became a national obsession. Keep in mind this was an era when scientists had harnessed the power of the atom, unlocked the secrets of DNA, and cured once incurable diseases like polio. Surely, there had to be a scientific solution to heart disease. There was. And a charismatic medical researcher from the University of Minnesota named Ancel Keyes had it. Cholesterol, Keyes claimed, was the villain of the heart disease story. His now famous “seven countries study” determined conclusively—in his mind, at least—that people who consumed high amounts of fat—specifically, saturated fat—had higher cholesterol levels and thus, higher rates of heart attacks. Lower your fat intake, and you would lower heart disease risk. The ever-confident Keyes spread the gospel. As an influential member of the American Heart Association, he was in a very strong position to do so. There was only one problem: Keyes’s study was bad science. The sample size was so small, the data collection integrity so shoddy, and the life-style variables between the countries he studied so great, that his research had no scientific validity. In other words, he asserted a conclusion he couldn’t prove. When other scientists questioned Keyes’s conclusions, they were invariably met with stern responses like: “people are dying while you’re quibbling over data points.” And, “there are great benefits and no risks” to adopting this new way of eating. In 1973, the American Heart Association set the dietary limit on saturated fat at 10%, and in 1977, the US government followed suit. Where did the 10% value come from? It didn’t come from any scientific data. It was merely a government committee’s best guess. This was despite contrary evidence like the 1957 Western Electric Company employee study showing no difference in heart attacks in those who ate more or less saturated fat. A longer-term study of the same Western Electric subjects in 1981 reached the same conclusion. But again, no one wanted to hear it. To make this all easier to understand and to spread the message to schools, “the food pyramid” was created. That’s the chart you first saw in third or fourth grade with all the supposedly good foods at the bottom—meaning, “eat a lot of those,” and the bad foods at the top—"eat those ones sparingly.” What our kids are fed in school, what our military troops are fed on bases, what sick people are fed in hospitals; what crops we plant and how we raise our cattle, are all predicated on this deceptive nutritional concept. For the complete script, visit https://www.prageru.com/video/how-the...

Trailer: The Candace Owens Show Featuring Vice President Mike Pence.

https://youtu.be/OT7jGEUQYFM

PragerU

This Sunday, Candace Owens sits down with Vice President Mike Pence to discuss family, faith, and growing opportunities for black Americans. Tune in for a very special episode of The Candace Owens Show at the White House! Never miss a new episode! Get notified here: https://www.prageru.com/candace/

Left vs. Fact: Male and Female - What's So Confusing?

https://youtu.be/n3Wsp66QSyE

PragerU

Singer Sam Smith has come out as gender non-binary, identifying as they/them. It's all very woke but it doesn't change the fact that he's still biologically male. Ashley McGuire, author of "Sex Scandal: The Drive to Abolish Male and Female," explains the confusion surrounding gender identity.

Trailer: The Candace Owens Show Featuring Nathan Latka

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In this Sunday's episode of The Candace Owens Show author and self-made millionaire, Nathan Latka, shares tips on how to gain wealth, why you should avoid the blame mentality, and why capitalism is the only system that lifts people out of poverty. Tune in! Sign up for notifications so you never miss a new episode: https://www.prageru.com/candace/

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The Bad Thoughts of Non-Tithers

Non-tithers become poor because their minds are full of bad thoughts. Negatively-minded people do not prosper. You need to be positive and faith-filled if you are to flourish and prosper.

For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he:

Proverbs 23:7

Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus:

Philippians 2:5

1. “I earn too little to pay tithes”.

Then he which had received THE ONE TALENT came and said, Lord, I knew thee that thou art an hard man, reaping where thou hast not sown, and gathering where thou hast not strawed: And I was afraid, and went and hid thy talent in the earth: lo, there thou hast that is thine.

Matthew 25:24-25

This is a dangerous way of thinking. The Bible is replete with examples of people who were called upon to give the little they had. Those who gave of the little they had were blessed and those who didn’t were cursed.

“I earn too little” is not a valid excuse in the kingdom of God. “I earn too little” is a bad thought. Remember the parable Jesus told about a man who felt he had too small a talent.

Most people in the world do not earn much or have much. And yet God requires us to give of the little that we have.

2. “I earn too much to pay tithes.”

One day, I asked a brother to pay his tithes. He looked at me in amazement as if to say, “Are you mad?”

Then he asked me, “Do you know how much I earn?”

He continued, “I could never pay tithes. I earn too much to pay tithes.”

You see, this brother felt that his tithes would be too large an amount to give to the church. He had no respect for the house of God.

A few years later, he was struck with an incurable disease. Faced with a hopeless situation, he turned to God and began paying tithes. I can remember the day he came to my office and said, “Pastor, I brought my tithes to church today and I wanted to specially inform you that I have begun to pay tithes.”

I was happy that this brother had begun paying his tithes. But what a price to pay before we turn to God! Dear friend, there is nothing like earning too much to pay tithes. You do not earn too much to pay tithes. You earn what God has allowed you to have. To whom much is given, much is expected!

But who am I, and what is my people, that we should be able to offer so willingly after this sort? for all things come of thee, and of thine own have we given thee.

1 Chronicles 29:14

3. “I am not a fool. I will never pay tithes.”

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

Philippians 4:8

Why do you constantly think that somebody is trying to trick you? Who are you anyway? You are one of the people who thinks that pastors created the concept of the tithe to take money from people. Please give us a break! The Bible was written long before any of us was born. We did not create the concept of tithing to cheat anybody. God has shown us how to govern His church and that is exactly what we are doing.

No one thinks you are a fool. Please do not let your mind be filled with negative thoughts. We cannot have good fellowship if one party is constantly having evil thoughts about the other.

4. “My hard-earned money is not being properly used so I will not pay tithes in this church.”

LORD, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty: neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me.

Psalms 131:1

There are people who think that their donations are not being properly used. Some people think that the church should go into various kinds of investments. Some people think that the church should have an insurance company. Others think that the church should own a bank. But maybe that is not the vision of your pastor. You cannot impose your ideas on the church. You can impose those ideas on your business. But you must leave the church to be governed by the pastor.

In Jewish law, according to the tzedakah, there are different degrees of giving. One level of giving is when you know the recipient of the money. But there is a higher level at which you give without knowing who receives the money. It is time to mature in your giving.

5. “The pastors are using our money to buy cars and houses for themselves so I will not pay tithes to finance their extravagant lifestyle.”

Why do you always have negative thoughts? What are you against? What are you fighting? Why do you constantly feel that your money is being used to do extravagant things for the pastor? Your thoughts are those of a poor and desperate person who thinks that other people’s prosperity is the cause of your poverty.

You seem to be a negative personality who is constantly against the privileges of leaders. Judas Iscariot did not like the privileges that were bestowed on Jesus and he said so. Do you want to be like Judas? I sense you may already be that way if you have such thoughts racing through your mind.

Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard, very costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair: and the house was filled with the odour of the ointment.

Then saith one of his disciples, Judas Iscariot, Simon's son, which should betray him,

Why was not this ointment sold for three hundred pence, and given to the poor?

This he said, not that he cared for the poor; but because he was a thief, and had the bag, and bare what was put therein.

John 12:3-6

6. “All pastors are con men and thieves so I will not pay tithes.”

Dear friend, you will get into serious trouble with this kind of thinking. Why do you crucify the good with the evil? Could it be that all pastors are thieves? Is this not what the Jews did to Jesus Christ? They crucified a thief and a pastor together. The good and the bad were given the same treatment.

Is that righteousness? Is it right to repay good with evil?

Woe to the man who says that an evil thing is a good thing. But also, there is a woe to the man who says that a good thing is evil.

If you keep on calling all pastors evil, you will find yourself committing a grievous sin. I wouldn’t want to be around when your punishment begins to happen.

Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!

Isaiah 5:20

7. “Ten percent is too much to give so I will not pay tithes.”

“Ten percent is too much, I will give five percent to God!” Why don’t you tell that to the government when it is time to pay your taxes? Tell them the same thing you tell God and see if they will be happy with you.

Do you think God is a fool? Do you think He does not know the difference between ten percent and one percent? Do not belittle the Creator of the universe with such thinking. You endanger your life when you have the wrong thoughts within you.

Be not deceived; God is not mocked…

Galatians 6:7

8. “I am broke so I cannot pay tithes.”

Being broke is nothing unusual. The World Bank estimated that in 2001 there were 2.7 billion classified as living below the line of moderate poverty. This figure classifies half of the world as poor, earning less than sixty dollars a month. That means that most people in the world are broke.

Being broke is not a good enough reason not to pay tithes. Not paying your tithes because you are broke is also addressed in the Bible. Most of the world is broke and most of us need extra money. But this is where priorities will be tested.

Will you put God first? Will you obey the Word of God? You have no reason to use your tithe because you are broke.

I have not eaten thereof in my mourning, neither have I taken away ought thereof for any unclean use, nor given ought thereof for the dead: but I have hearkened to the voice of the LORD my God, and have done according to all that thou hast commanded me.

Deuteronomy 26:14

And if a man will at all redeem ought of his tithes, he shall add thereto the fifth part thereof.

Leviticus 27:31

9. “I am building a house so I cannot pay my tithes.”

I am sorry, but building a house is not a good enough excuse not to pay your tithes. God has never put the building of our personal houses before the building of His house.

Building God’s house always comes before building your own house. God wants you to have a house. He is the one who can build it for you. Anyway, without His help, you will not live to see the completion of your house. Pay your tithes and receive a blessing on all that you do.

Avoid the curse of never completing your project!

Avoid the curse of never paying off your mortgage!

Avoid the curse of never occupying what you have built!

Avoid the curse of building only for someone else to enjoy it!

Thus speaketh the LORD of hosts, saying, This people say, The time is not come, the time that the LORD's house should be built.

Then came the word of the LORD by Haggai the prophet, saying,

Is it time for you, O ye, to dwell in your ceiled houses, and this house lie waste?

Now therefore thus saith the LORD of hosts; Consider your ways.

Ye have sown much, and bring in little; ye eat, but ye have not enough; ye drink, but ye are not filled with drink; ye clothe you, but there is none warm; and he that earneth wages earneth wages to put it into a bag with holes.

Haggai 1:2-6

10. “I have a funeral to fund so I cannot pay tithes this month.”

Why don’t you tell the government that you have a funeral to finance so you will not pay your taxes this month? Why don’t you tell your children that you have a funeral to fund so you will not pay their school fees this term? Why don’t you tell your wife that you have a funeral to fund so you will not pay the utility bills? Why don’t you tell yourself that you have a funeral to finance so you will not eat this month?

Why do you always think of God’s holy tithe as the first thing you can drop? Does it show respect for God? I do not think so. Funeral expenses and emergencies are not good enough reasons to not pay tithes.

Deuteronomy 26:14

11. “I have a lot of debts so I cannot pay tithes.”

Most people in the world are in one form of debt or the other. Why do you treat your tithes as a beard that can be shaved off? Why do you put God’s work after everything you do? Is it a nice thing to do?

I watched a film in which Rambo was asked why he had been sent on such a dangerous mission. He answered, “Because I am expendable.” That was a sad moment in the film because of the emotion created by the feeling of him being expendable.

You see, when you are expendable it means you are non- essential. To many people, paying tithes is non-essential! They treat their commitment to God as something unneeded and unwanted.

Do you think God does not notice your attitude towards Him and His work? Continue to treat God as non-essential and you will see what will happen to you!!

12. “I am a widow so I cannot pay tithes.”

I would agree with you that widows are to be pitied and helped. It would seem even cruel for a widow to give away some of her little money. However, giving money away and paying tithes is not meant to be something rational. The spiritual truths are unchanged. If you sow, you will reap. A widow needs to reap much more than an ordinary person.

Do you remember the widow who cast in two mites? Why didn’t Jesus send her away and say, “She is too poor to give an offering?” “And Jesus sat over against the treasury, and beheld how the people cast money into the treasury: and many that were rich cast in much. And there came a certain poor widow, and she threw in two mites, which make a farthing. And he called unto him his disciples, and saith unto them, Verily I say unto you, That this poor widow hath cast more in, than all they which have cast into the treasury” (Mark 12:41-43)

Do you remember when Elijah told the widow to make him some bread with her last dregs of oil and flour? Was Elijah a cruel, heartless man of God, taking things from the poorest of the poor? Certainly not! He was opening a door for the blessing to come into the widow’s life. Do not use your widowhood as a reason for not paying tithes. You will be missing out on a great blessing if you do not pay tithes.

13. “I am a student so I cannot pay tithes.”

Being a student must not prevent you from paying tithes. Do students eat food? Do students wear clothes? Do students drive cars? Do students have money? Do students get married? The answers to all these questions is YES! How come students are able to engage in all the things I have listed above?

Do you know that many students think that they are wiser than adults? If students are wiser than adults, why can’t they pay tithes?

I am sorry; I cannot let you off because you are a student.

You must pay your tithes! If you don’t pay tithes then you must equally stop all these other activities which students do. Students are able-bodied young men and women who receive an income of some sort. Students have substance and they must honour the Lord with their substance! Students have substance and they must honour God with it!

Honour the LORD with thy substance, and with the firstfruits of all thine increase:

Proverbs 3:9

14. “I am unemployed so I cannot pay tithes.”

Thank you for telling us that you are unemployed! We didn’t know about your situation. But I have a question for you: Do you eat everyday? Do you have clothes to wear? Do you go out? Do you travel? Where do you get money for all these things?

Please do not throw dust into our eyes by saying that you are unemployed and cannot pay tithes. I think you want to use your unemployed status as a smokescreen. You want to hide behind that screen and use it as an excuse for not paying tithes.

He that is faithful in that which is least is faithful also in much: and he that is unjust in the least is unjust also in much.

Luke 16:10

Many, many people in this world have no jobs. But one way or another, they are sustained in this world.

Your time of being unemployed is the time of having little. The Word of God is encouraging you to be faithful with little. In the day you are employed you will have much more. If you are faithful with the little you will be faithful with much.

Everyone has two phases in his life: the phase of employment and the phase of unemployment. You are expected to pay tithes in the unemployed phase as well as the employed phase of your life. I have paid tithes for the last thirty years of my life. Ten out of those thirty years, I was unemployed. Yet it never occurred to me that I should not pay my tithes because I did not have a job.

15. “I am retired and on pension so I cannot and will not pay tithes.”

It is good to know that you are retired. But even retirees live, eat, drink, wear clothes and go in and out every day. Sometimes, retirees have even more money than active workers. Just remember that older people are supposed to set an example for the younger. Please show us the way by being a good example and paying tithes of all that God provides for you through your pension, your investments, your savings, your gifts and your children.

16. “I give my money to help the poor and to do other humanitarian projects so I do not need to pay tithes.”

God bless you for your contributions to help other humanitarian projects. It is a great blessing and you will be rewarded for that. But remember the words of Jesus when He said,

…these ought ye to have done, and not to leave the other undone.

Matthew 23:23

Help the poor, help the blind, feed the hungry! But pay your tithes as well. Do not leave tithe paying undone. Church, it’s time to put away childish things, the tithe belongs to the church!

17. “I don’t want anyone to know how much I earn so I will not pay tithes.”

Why do you think you are so important? Why do you think that everybody is trying to find out how much you earn? First of all, your mind is not working correctly. Secondly, there are many people who know your income including your bank, your workplace, your colleagues, your social security office and the tax office. How come all these people know what you earn but it is not a problem to you? How come you don’t want anyone at the church to know what you earn?

Anyway, if you really do not want people to know what you earn, you can camouflage your giving and give in such a way that no one can determine exactly how much you earn. Just make sure you give what you are supposed to so that you will be blessed.

Please do not create imaginary obstacles for paying tithes which are neither substantial nor real.

18. “I have never paid tithes and I do not see any curses in my life so I will not pay tithes.”

You have revealed your spiritual shallowness by this statement. God told Adam: “...in the day that you eat [from the tree] you shall surely die” (Genesis 2:17). But did he die physically? Did he not continue to live on and even have children afterwards? Even though he did not die physically on that day, we all know that a great curse of death fell on Adam and his descendants. Be careful with such irresponsible thoughts. You may get yourself into serious trouble.

Ye have said, It is vain to serve God: and what profit is it that we have kept his ordinance, and that we have walked mournfully before the LORD of hosts?

Malachi 3:14

19. “When I pay my tithes I do not see any financial improvements in my life so I will not pay tithes.”

God is not a robot or a computer. Serving God is not the same as using your computer where commands are given, buttons are pressed and things happen. God has never reduced himself to the level of a computer and He will not. He has promised to pour out his blessings on those who pay tithes.

If you do not see any financial blessings in your life, then I suggest you read the chapter in which I share many reasons about why you may not experience financial increase even though you pay tithes. Never forget that all things work together for good. Many things work together to bring the good results we desire.

Ye have said, It is vain to serve God: and what profit is it that we have kept his ordinance, and that we have walked mournfully before the LORD of hosts?

Malachi 3:14

by Dag Heward-Mills

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The Enemies of Sacrifice

Since sacrifice releases so much power, the enemies of God have historically fought against the concept of sacrifice. When you make a sacrifice to the Lord, it often looks as though you are doing something stupid. You go down in pain but you come up in victory.

Not surprisingly, the devil has succeeded in keeping believers as far from sacrificing as possible. The Anti-Christ, Pharaoh and Satan himself, all get involved to prevent you from having any such ideas. It is time for Christians to know that power lies just beyond the cross.

The Three Enemies of Sacrifice

And out of one of them came forth a little horn, which waxed exceeding great, toward the south, and toward the east, and toward the pleasant land. And it waxed great, even to the host of heaven; and it cast down some of the host and of the stars to the ground, and stamped upon them.

Daniel 8:9-10

The Prophet Daniel prophesied about a little horn, which rose to defile the temple. This refers to the reign of Antiochus Epiphanies. He made himself an enemy of the Jews. He profaned the temple, entered the sanctuary, and took away the golden altar. He stopped the daily sacrifice and set up the abomination of desolation upon the altar (an idol), and called Solomon’s temple the temple of Jupiter Olympius. This man, a type of Anti-Christ, did not want God’s people to sacrifice to their God.

1. The Antichrist is the first enemy of sacrifice.

And an host was given him AGAINST THE DAILY SACRIFICE by reason of transgression, and it cast down the truth to the ground; and it practiced, and prospered.

Daniel 8:12

And arms shall stand on his part, and they shall pollute the sanctuary of strength, AND SHALL TAKE AWAY THE DAILY SACRIFICE, and they shall place the abomination that maketh desolate.

Daniel 11:31

Notice right here that, one of the things the Anti-Christ will do is to stop the daily sacrifice. He will stop people from sacrificing to God. Get this clear! The enemies of God are against you obeying God and laying down your life for Him.

The Anti-Christ will prevail by peace. He will be cast in the mould of Hitler but will be even wiser. He will prosper not by war but by peace. He will win and succeed. He will come in the name of peace; talk about peace, and everybody will think that he is God. But the most significant thing he will do is to stop people from sacrificing to God.

And his power shall be mighty, but not by his own power: and he shall destroy wonderfully, and shall prosper, and practise, and shall destroy the mighty and the holy people. And through his policy also he shall cause craft to prosper in his hand; and he shall magnify himself in his heart, and BY PEACE shall destroy many: he shall also stand up against the Prince of princes; but he shall be broken without hand.

Daniel 8:24-25

When the spirit of Anti-Christ is at work, it stops you from sacrificing to God.

Anti-Christ is anti-God and anti-God is anti-sacrifice! One of the devil’s goals is to stop you from sacrificing to God! The Anti-Christ spirit is against you going to church, giving your money, your time and your life to the work of God. That voice in your life is the voice of the Anti-Christ. The Bible says that the Anti-Christ will come and stop the people from sacrificing to God.

I want you to know that when God is calling on you to give up something or to do something for Him, the spirit of the Anti-Christ will tell you not to do it.

Desolation in Ministry

Then I heard one saint speaking, and another saint said unto that certain saint which spake, How long shall be the vision concerning the daily sacrifice, and the TRANSGRESSION OF DESOLATION, to give both the sanctuary and the host to be trodden under foot?

Daniel 8:13

The taking away of the sacrifice is described as the sin of desolation. Desolation means: destitute, barren, empty, forgotten, dark, rejected and dejected. The sin of desolation is what comes when sacrifice is taken away from the church.

We cannot build more churches if people are not prepared to sacrifice. People have made sacrifices for us to be Christians today. They made it possible for us to know the Lord. Where there are no sacrificial people, the church is desolate.

Our church looked very odd when we sent out missionaries to Africa. It looked as though we were destroying the lives of young promising couples. Parents fought against it with all their might. Yet, these same parents would not mind if the United Nations gave their children a job in a war zone.

Struggling in the Sun

One day, I was praying in the presence of God. I was also expecting an important phone call so I had my phone on. (I usually do not have my phone on when I am praying). Then the phone rang. It was one of my lay pastors.

Immediately after speaking to him, I had a vision. I saw the same person walking in a hot desert. He was sweating profusely and struggling in the heat of the shining sun. I knew immediately that he was distressed by his secular job. The Lord showed me that this lay pastor was not where he was supposed to be. So I called him and told him, “Pastor, you are in the wrong place. It is time to give it all up for Jesus. You are called to serve in the house of the Lord. You are a priest.”

He responded, “Bishop, it’s true, I struggle everyday at work. I know I am lost. I’m coming.” That was the end of his secular career. Today he is fruitful in full-time ministry.

It was not easy for me to talk to this lay pastor. I felt very intimidated because he had a good job that was giving him a lot of money. Both Satan and the Anti-Christ were against my talking to this young man about full-time ministry.

Your life will be desolate when you hold back the sacrifice that you must make for God!

May desolation and barrenness be removed from your church and ministry!

2. Judas Iscariot is the second enemy of sacrifice.

Remember that it was no other person than Judas Iscariot who criticized the woman with the alabaster box. This woman poured out her expensive perfume on Jesus. It was the most valuable thing she had. Women spend hours doing their hair. They know what their hair means to them. A woman’s hair symbolizes her beauty. Mary sacrificed her beauty and her valuable things for Jesus.

Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard, very costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair: and the house was filled with the odour of the ointment. Then saith one of his disciples, JUDAS ISCARIOT, Simon’s son, which should betray him, WHY WAS NOT THIS OINTMENT SOLD FOR THREE HUNDRED PENCE, AND GIVEN TO THE POOR?

John 12:3-5

It is true that this woman had been living in sin. However, she gave what was most precious to her - her hair, her perfume, her tears to Jesus. But Judas Iscariot, the honourable treasurer of the team (your treasurer is usually the most trusted person in the organization) didn’t like it. Even though it wasn’t his alabaster box, his life or his hair that were being sacrificed, he was against it.

The appearances of people who are Anti-Christ or anti-sacrifice, can be very deceptive. The anti-sacrifice, anti-give-up-everything, anti-do-a-lot, anti-give-a-lot spirit is the spirit of the Anti-Christ. These people often present themselves as being very decent, very logical, very organized, and dignified. But it is still the spirit of the Anti-Christ.

3. Satan is the third enemy of sacrifice.

From that time forth began Jesus to shew unto his disciples, how that he must go unto Jerusalem, and SUFFER MANY THINGS of the elders and chief priests and scribes, AND BE KILLED, and be raised again the third day. Then Peter took him, and began to rebuke him, saying, Be it far from thee, Lord: this shall not be unto thee. BUT HE TURNED, AND SAID UNTO PETER, GET THEE BEHIND ME, SATAN: thou art an offence unto me: for thou savourest not the things that be of God, but those that be of men.

Matthew 16:21-23

When Jesus explained that He had to die on the cross, one of His pastors, Pastor Peter, took Jesus aside and began to rebuke Him.

“Be it far from you.” Pastor Peter said.

“Never! As long as we are here, it will not happen.”

Jesus turned and addressed the person who was against His sacrifice and said, “Get thee behind me Satan.” Jesus spoke directly to Satan, as the person who was preventing His sacrifice.

We can all understand Peter’s love for Jesus. In the natural, the people who love you will often oppose your decision to take up your cross.

Peter did not know that the devil was using him. Our Lord Jesus exposed the devil for who he really was. We all know the story of how Peter rebuked Jesus for suggesting that He would die on the cross. Peter did this in the name of love, care, and concern for his Lord. What he did not know was that, this love and concern was actually the voice of Satan trying to prevent Jesus from sacrificing Himself.

I qualified as a medical doctor on the 10th of March, 1989. After working for a year, I decided to go into full-time ministry. Many caring relatives were against this idea. My father-in-law was so concerned that he offered to help me get a posting to another medical department. He felt I had lost interest in medicine because I had been posted to the Pathology (dead people’s) Department. My dear mother-in-law also was deeply concerned about my situation. She constantly spoke about it.

One day, I said to her, “Please-Teacher (she was a teacher, so all her children called her ‘Please-Teacher’), please do not talk about this anymore. I have decided to go this way and God will keep me.” From that time onwards, she never spoke about my decision to quit practising medicine.

You see, they were concerned about my welfare. Wouldn’t you be concerned if your daughter was married to some wild young man who did not want to work anymore? Of course, you would be concerned! My mother-in- law loved me just like Peter loved Jesus. In the natural, this is a sign of great concern.

However, in the spirit, it is opposition to the sacrifice. The enemy knew that if I sacrificed this treasured and noble profession, power would be released for ministry. I was about to take up my cross and follow Jesus.

To take up your cross does not mean to build a wooden cross and walk up to Mount Calvary. It means following the example of Christ Jesus. It means sacrificing your life for Jesus. And truly, much power for ministry has been released since I took that step.

Ministry is far more honourable than medicine. In comparison to Christ, everything else is dung.

Jesus came into the world to save sinners. In the famous temptation of Christ in the wilderness, Satan showed Jesus the kingdoms of the world.

He said, “I’ve got a plan. I know your goal is to save the whole world. I have a plan that will avoid pain. This plan will give the same results. There will be no anguish, no torment, and no forfeiting of anything.” Satan continued, “Just bow down and worship me and all these kingdoms will be yours.”

But Jesus knew better. He said, “The sacrifice must come on! I have to suffer. I have to die! I have to pay the price!” Jesus was not fooled by Satan’s easy plan.

Please do not be fooled by Satan’s trouble-free plan. There are no shortcuts or easy-jets to the will of God.

Sometimes as pastors, we are nervy when we call on people to make sacrifices. That is the devil at work! I have learnt not to back down. I have learnt to boldly lead people into sacrificing for the Gospel.

by Dag Heward-Mills

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Equal distribution is then quite possible and practicable, not only momentarily but permanently. It is also simple and intelligible. It gets rid of all squabbling as to how much each person should have. It is already in operation and familiar over great masses of human beings. And it has the tremendous advantage of securing promotion by merit for the more capable. That last sentence may puzzle even the most Intelligent Woman if she has never before given her mind seriously to the subject; so I had better enlarge on it a little. Nothing hides the difference in merit between one person and another so much as differences in income. Take for example a grateful nation making a parliamentary grant of twenty thousand pounds to a great explorer, or a great discoverer, or a great military commander (I have to make my example a man: women get only statues after their death). Before he has walked half way down the street on his way home to tell his wife about it he may meet some notorious fool or scandalous libertine, or some quite ordinary character, who has not merely twenty thousand pounds but twenty thousand a year or more. The great man's twenty thousand pounds will bring him in only a thousand a year; and with this he finds himself in our society regarded as "a poor devil" by tradesmen and financiers and quacks who are ten times as rich because they have never in their lives done anything but make money for themselves with entire selfishness, possibly by trading in the vices or on the credulity of their fellow-countrymen. It is a monstrous thing that a man who, by exercising a low sort of cunning, has managed to grab three or four millions of money selling bad whiskey, or forestalling the wheat harvest and selling it at three times the cost, or providing silly newspapers and magazines for the circulation of lying advertisements, should be honored and deferred to and waited on and returned to Parliament and finally made a peer of the realm, whilst men who have exercised their noblest faculties or risked their lives in the furtherance of human knowledge and welfare should be belittled by the contrast between their pence and the grabbers' pounds.

George Bernard Shaw, The Intelligent Woman’s Guide to Socialism and Capitalism

#george bernard shaw #the intelligent woman's guide to socialism and capitalism

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Mark 14

MARK 14 Mark 14:24 And he said unto them, This is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many. https://youtu.be/IZS5Q3z8hro Mark 14 https://youtu.be/1bPsOg2PZn8 The park https://ccoutreach87.files.wordpress.com/2017/08/8-1-17-mark-14.zip https://ccoutreach87.com/8-1-17-mark-14/ ON VIDEO- .Filmed downtown C.C. .Freely give .Passover .Alabaster box .What offended Judas? .He was stealing the money donated for the poor .The garden [In Hebrew means oil press] .Watch and pray .The betrayal .The trial .The true temple .The judgment .The conviction .The denial .Crow nation and Bobby .His Body broken .Will I finish this study in N.J./NYC?

NEW- [Past teaching- verses below] Jesus and his men prepare for the Passover meal- Jesus himself is the Lamb who will soon be crucified- and fulfill the symbol of this Jewish feast- 1 Corinthians 5:7 Purge out therefore the old leaven, that ye may be a new lump, as ye are unleavened. For even Christ our passover is sacrificed for us: In Context | Full Chapter | Other Translations

A woman comes to prepare his body for the burial- by breaking the alabaster box of ointment and pouring it on him- Mark 14:3 And being in Bethany in the house of Simon the leper, as he sat at meat, there came a woman having an alabaster box of ointment of spikenard very precious; and she brake the box, and poured it on his head. Judas takes issue with this- John 12:3 Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard, very costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair: and the house was filled with the odour of the ointment.John 12:4 Then saith one of his disciples, Judas Iscariot, Simon’s son, which should betray him,John 12:5 Why was not this ointment sold for three hundred pence, and given to the poor? [Note- On the video I taught how we read a more detailed version in John’s gospel- that it was Judas who took issue- Mark just says ‘some had indignation’ – John tells us it was Judas- for the reasons I taught on the video] Mark 14:4 And there were some that had indignation within themselves, and said, Why was this waste of the ointment made?Mark 14:5 For it might have been sold for more than three hundred pence, and have been given to the poor. And they murmured against her.

Judas was the treasurer- and was stealing out of the bag- John 12:6 This he said, not that he cared for the poor; but because he was a thief, and had the bag, and bare what was put therein. The primary use of the money that was collected was for the poor- and Judas had no concern for the poor- he used them as an excuse to get gain. This was the final straw for Judas- and he goes out and seeks opportunity to betray Jesus- for 30 silver coins- Mark 14:6 And Jesus said, Let her alone; why trouble ye her? she hath wrought a good work on me.Mark 14:7 For ye have the poor with you always, and whensoever ye will ye may do them good: but me ye have not always.Mark 14:8 She hath done what she could: she is come afore hand to anoint my body to the burying.Mark 14:9 Verily I say unto you, Wheresoever this gospel shall be preached throughout the whole world, this also that she hath done shall be spoken of for a memorial of her.Mark 14:10 And Judas Iscariot, one of the twelve, went unto the chief priests, to betray him unto them. Jesus predicts the denials of Peter- Mark 14:29 But Peter said unto him, Although all shall be offended, yet will not I.Mark 14:30 And Jesus saith unto him, Verily I say unto thee, That this day, even in this night, before the cock crow twice, thou shalt deny me thrice. And at the end of the chapter the prediction comes to pass- Mark 14:71 But he began to curse and to swear, saying, I know not this man of whom ye speak.Mark 14:72 And the second time the cock crew. And Peter called to mind the word that Jesus said unto him, Before the cock crow twice, thou shalt deny me thrice. And when he thought thereon, he wept. Jesus goes thru a great test in the garden- Mark 14:32 And they came to a place which was named Gethsemane: and he saith to his disciples, Sit ye here, while I shall pray.Mark 14:33 And he taketh with him Peter and James and John, and began to be sore amazed, and to be very heavy;Mark 14:34 And saith unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful unto death: tarry ye here, and watch.Mark 14:35 And he went forward a little, and fell on the ground, and prayed that, if it were possible, the hour might pass from him. And his men fall asleep- in the hour of trial- Mark 14:37 And he cometh, and findeth them sleeping, and saith unto Peter, Simon, sleepest thou? couldest not thou watch one hour? He exhorts them- Mark 14:38 Watch ye and pray, lest ye enter into temptation. The spirit truly is ready, but the flesh is weak. Yet- he accepts the will of God and is betrayed into the hands of sinful men- Mark 14:41 And he cometh the third time, and saith unto them, Sleep on now, and take your rest: it is enough, the hour is come; behold, the Son of man is betrayed into the hands of sinners. He is brought before the high priest and speaks the truth- Mark 14:60 And the high priest stood up in the midst, and asked Jesus, saying, Answerest thou nothing? what is it which these witness against thee?Mark 14:61 But he held his peace, and answered nothing. Again the high priest asked him, and said unto him, Art thou the Christ, the Son of the Blessed?Mark 14:62 And Jesus said, I am: and ye shall see the Son of man sitting on the right hand of power, and coming in the clouds of heaven.Mark 14:63 Then the high priest rent his clothes, and saith, What need we any further witnesses?Mark 14:64 Ye have heard the blasphemy: what think ye? And they all condemned him to be guilty of death. This truth was the cause for his condemnation before the court.

When Jesus ate with his men- he showed them what this was all about- Mark 14:22 And as they did eat, Jesus took bread, and blessed, and brake it, and gave to them, and said, Take, eat: this is my body.Mark 14:23 And he took the cup, and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them: and they all drank of it.Mark 14:24 And he said unto them, This is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many. Jesus would die for the sins of the world- his Body broken on the Cross would be bread- life for all who would believe. His Blood poured out- is the Blood of the New testament.

The Old covenant of law has passed away- Romans 3:20 Therefore by the deeds of the law there shall no flesh be justified in his sight: for by the law is the knowledge of sin.Romans 3:21 But now the righteousness of God without the law is manifested, being witnessed by the law and the prophets;Romans 3:22 Even the righteousness of God which is by faith of Jesus Christ unto all and upon all them that believe: for there is no difference:

The covenant of works has been accomplished in Christ- he is the only one who kept all the law- and then took our sins upon the Cross- and paid the penalty for those sins- 2 Corinthians 5:21 For he hath made him to be sin for us, who knew no sin; that we might be made the righteousness of God in him.

His men didn’t fully see all the implications of what was happening- but over time they would see more- John 16:12 I have yet many things to say unto you, but ye cannot bear them now.

Jesus established a New covenant and new way for men and women to become righteous in the sight of God- Hebrews 8:6 But now hath he obtained a more excellent ministry, by how much also he is the mediator of a better covenant, which was established upon better promises.

The price was heavy- Jesus did not fear physical death- no- that’s not what the struggle was all about. He was going to pay the penalty for sin- which was separation from God- Romans 6:23 [Full Chapter] For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord. Isaiah 53:4 Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.Isaiah 53:5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.Isaiah 53:6 All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.Isaiah 53:7 He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth. He was always with the Father- he never experienced this alienation from God before. That was the cup he was speaking about- Mark 14:36 And he said, Abba, Father, all things are possible unto thee; take away this cup from me: nevertheless not what I will, but what thou wilt.

Yet in the end- he drank the cup- and because of that act- we drink it new with him- in the kingdom- Mark 14:25 Verily I say unto you, I will drink no more of the fruit of the vine, until that day that I drink it new in the kingdom of God.

PAST POSTS- https://ccoutreach87.com/john-complete-links-added/ [I taught some from John chapters-1, 2,12 and 18 on Today’s post- MARK 14]

I mentioned apologetics also- below are my past teachings on the subject- https://ccoutreach87.com/qm/ https://ccoutreach87.com/atheism-apologetics-links-added/

Here are my past teachings on other bible books I either quoted from or mentioned on today’s post- https://ccoutreach87.com/1st-2nd-corinthians/ https://ccoutreach87.com/hebrews-updated-2015/ MARK- https://ccoutreach87.com/2017/02/28/jersey-city-ride-mark-1/ https://ccoutreach87.com/2017/03/02/mark-2-north-bergen/ https://ccoutreach87.com/2017/03/04/mark-3-isaiah-61/ https://ccoutreach87.com/2017/03/14/mark-4/ https://ccoutreach87.com/2017/03/27/mark-5/ https://ccoutreach87.com/2017/04/05/mark-6/ https://ccoutreach87.com/2017/04/16/mark-7/ https://ccoutreach87.com/2017/04/30/mark-8/ https://ccoutreach87.com/2017/05/14/mark-9/ https://ccoutreach87.com/2017/06/07/mark-10/ https://ccoutreach87.com/2017/06/22/mark-11/ https://ccoutreach87.com/2017/07/14/mark-12/ http://corpuschristioutreachministries.blogspot.com/2017/07/mark-13-mark-1324-but-in-those-days.html

VERSES- Matthew 26:14 Then one of the twelve, called Judas Iscariot, went unto the chief priests, Matthew 26:15 And said unto them, What will ye give me, and I will deliver him unto you? And they covenanted with him for thirty pieces of silver. Matthew 26:16 And from that time he sought opportunity to betray him. Zechariah 13:7 Awake, O sword, against my shepherd, and against the man that is my fellow, saith the LORD of hosts: smite the shepherd, and the sheep shall be scattered: and I will turn mine hand upon the little ones. Matthew 10:8 Heal the sick, cleanse the lepers, raise the dead, cast out devils: freely ye have received, freely give. In Context | Full Chapter | Other Translations Matthew 16:18 [Full Chapter] And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. Proverbs 4:26 Ponder the path of thy feet, and let all thy ways be established. In Context | Full Chapter | Other Translations Proverbs 22:3 A prudent man foreseeth the evil, and hideth himself: but the simple pass on, and are punished. In Context | Full Chapter | Other Translations Proverbs 27:12 A prudent man foreseeth the evil, and hideth himself; but the simple pass on, and are punished. In Context | Full Chapter | Other Translations Isaiah 66King James Version (KJV) 66 Thus saith the Lord, The heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool: where is the house that ye build unto me? and where is the place of my rest? 2 For all those things hath mine hand made, and all those things have been, saith the Lord: but to this man will I look, even to him that is poor and of a contrite spirit, and trembleth at my word.

Mark 14:1 After two days was the feast of the passover, and of unleavened bread: and the chief priests and the scribes sought how they might take him by craft, and put him to death. Mark 14:2 But they said, Not on the feast day, lest there be an uproar of the people. Mark 14:3 And being in Bethany in the house of Simon the leper, as he sat at meat, there came a woman having an alabaster box of ointment of spikenard very precious; and she brake the box, and poured it on his head. Mark 14:4 And there were some that had indignation within themselves, and said, Why was this waste of the ointment made? Mark 14:5 For it might have been sold for more than three hundred pence, and have been given to the poor. And they murmured against her. Mark 14:6 And Jesus said, Let her alone; why trouble ye her? she hath wrought a good work on me. Mark 14:7 For ye have the poor with you always, and whensoever ye will ye may do them good: but me ye have not always. Mark 14:8 She hath done what she could: she is come aforehand to anoint my body to the burying. Mark 14:9 Verily I say unto you, Wheresoever this gospel shall be preached throughout the whole world, this also that she hath done shall be spoken of for a memorial of her. Mark 14:10 And Judas Iscariot, one of the twelve, went unto the chief priests, to betray him unto them. Mark 14:11 And when they heard it, they were glad, and promised to give him money. And he sought how he might conveniently betray him. Mark 14:12 And the first day of unleavened bread, when they killed the passover, his disciples said unto him, Where wilt thou that we go and prepare that thou mayest eat the passover? Mark 14:13 And he sendeth forth two of his disciples, and saith unto them, Go ye into the city, and there shall meet you a man bearing a pitcher of water: follow him. Mark 14:14 And wheresoever he shall go in, say ye to the goodman of the house, The Master saith, Where is the guestchamber, where I shall eat the passover with my disciples? Mark 14:15 And he will shew you a large upper room furnished and prepared: there make ready for us. Mark 14:16 And his disciples went forth, and came into the city, and found as he had said unto them: and they made ready the passover. Mark 14:17 And in the evening he cometh with the twelve. Mark 14:18 And as they sat and did eat, Jesus said, Verily I say unto you, One of you which eateth with me shall betray me. Mark 14:19 And they began to be sorrowful, and to say unto him one by one, Is it I? and another said, Is it I? Mark 14:20 And he answered and said unto them, It is one of the twelve, that dippeth with me in the dish. Mark 14:21 The Son of man indeed goeth, as it is written of him: but woe to that man by whom the Son of man is betrayed! good were it for that man if he had never been born. Mark 14:22 And as they did eat, Jesus took bread, and blessed, and brake it, and gave to them, and said, Take, eat: this is my body. Mark 14:23 And he took the cup, and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them: and they all drank of it. Mark 14:24 And he said unto them, This is my blood of the new testament, which is shed for many. Mark 14:25 Verily I say unto you, I will drink no more of the fruit of the vine, until that day that I drink it new in the kingdom of God. Mark 14:26 And when they had sung an hymn, they went out into the mount of Olives. Mark 14:27 And Jesus saith unto them, All ye shall be offended because of me this night: for it is written, I will smite the shepherd, and the sheep shall be scattered. Mark 14:28 But after that I am risen, I will go before you into Galilee. Mark 14:29 But Peter said unto him, Although all shall be offended, yet will not I. Mark 14:30 And Jesus saith unto him, Verily I say unto thee, That this day, even in this night, before the cock crow twice, thou shalt deny me thrice. top> Mark 14:31 But he spake the more vehemently, If I should die with thee, I will not deny thee in any wise. Likewise also said they all. Mark 14:32 And they came to a place which was named Gethsemane: and he saith to his disciples, Sit ye here, while I shall pray. Mark 14:33 And he taketh with him Peter and James and John, and began to be sore amazed, and to be very heavy; Mark 14:34 And saith unto them, My soul is exceeding sorrowful unto death: tarry ye here, and watch. Mark 14:35 And he went forward a little, and fell on the ground, and prayed that, if it were possible, the hour might pass from him. Mark 14:36 And he said, Abba, Father, all things are possible unto thee; take away this cup from me: nevertheless not what I will, but what thou wilt. Mark 14:37 And he cometh, and findeth them sleeping, and saith unto Peter, Simon, sleepest thou? couldest not thou watch one hour? Mark 14:38 Watch ye and pray, lest ye enter into temptation. The spirit truly is ready, but the flesh is weak. Mark 14:39 And again he went away, and prayed, and spake the same words. Mark 14:40 And when he returned, he found them asleep again, (for their eyes were heavy,) neither wist they what to answer him. Mark 14:41 And he cometh the third time, and saith unto them, Sleep on now, and take your rest: it is enough, the hour is come; behold, the Son of man is betrayed into the hands of sinners. Mark 14:42 Rise up, let us go; lo, he that betrayeth me is at hand. Mark 14:43 And immediately, while he yet spake, cometh Judas, one of the twelve, and with him a great multitude with swords and staves, from the chief priests and the scribes and the elders. Mark 14:44 And he that betrayed him had given them a token, saying, Whomsoever I shall kiss, that same is he; take him, and lead him away safely. Mark 14:45 And as soon as he was come, he goeth straightway to him, and saith, Master, master; and kissed him. Mark 14:46 And they laid their hands on him, and took him. Mark 14:47 And one of them that stood by drew a sword, and smote a servant of the high priest, and cut off his ear. Mark 14:48 And Jesus answered and said unto them, Are ye come out, as against a thief, with swords and with staves to take me? Mark 14:49 I was daily with you in the temple teaching, and ye took me not: but the scriptures must be fulfilled. Mark 14:50 And they all forsook him, and fled. Mark 14:51 And there followed him a certain young man, having a linen cloth cast about his naked body; and the young men laid hold on him: Mark 14:52 And he left the linen cloth, and fled from them naked. Mark 14:53 And they led Jesus away to the high priest: and with him were assembled all the chief priests and the elders and the scribes. Mark 14:54 And Peter followed him afar off, even into the palace of the high priest: and he sat with the servants, and warmed himself at the fire. Mark 14:55 And the chief priests and all the council sought for witness against Jesus to put him to death; and found none. Mark 14:56 For many bare false witness against him, but their witness agreed not together. Mark 14:57 And there arose certain, and bare false witness against him, saying, Mark 14:58 We heard him say, I will destroy this temple that is made with hands, and within three days I will build another made without hands. Mark 14:59 But neither so did their witness agree together. Mark 14:60 And the high priest stood up in the midst, and asked Jesus, saying, Answerest thou nothing? what is it which these witness against thee? Mark 14:61 But he held his peace, and answered nothing. Again the high priest asked him, and said unto him, Art thou the Christ, the Son of the Blessed? Mark 14:62 And Jesus said, I am: and ye shall see the Son of man sitting on the right hand of power, and coming in the clouds of heaven. Mark 14:63 Then the high priest rent his clothes, and saith, What need we any further witnesses? Mark 14:64 Ye have heard the blasphemy: what think ye? And they all condemned him to be guilty of death. Mark 14:65 And some began to spit on him, and to cover his face, and to buffet him, and to say unto him, Prophesy: and the servants did strike him with the palms of their hands. Mark 14:66 And as Peter was beneath in the palace, there cometh one of the maids of the high priest: Mark 14:67 And when she saw Peter warming himself, she looked upon him, and said, And thou also wast with Jesus of Nazareth. Mark 14:68 But he denied, saying, I know not, neither understand I what thou sayest. And he went out into the porch; and the cock crew. Mark 14:69 And a maid saw him again, and began to say to them that stood by, This is one of them. Mark 14:70 And he denied it again. And a little after, they that stood by said again to Peter, Surely thou art one of them: for thou art a Galilaean, and thy speech agreeth thereto. Mark 14:71 But he began to curse and to swear, saying, I know not this man of whom ye speak. Mark 14:72 And the second time the cock crew. And Peter called to mind the word that Jesus said unto him, Before the cock crow twice, thou shalt deny me thrice. And when he thought thereon, he wept.

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A Collaborative Typhoon

Ich bin ein Berliner. Nein! No, Ley, no. That was last week’s joke. You can’t just cobble together a quick article from whatever you had lying around; people notice when something that’s meant to be luxurious has been scrabbled into being in a blind panic. Wait. What was the treat on The Apprentice this week? Danke Gott, mir geht es gut. Usually, the winning team on The Apprentice gets a treat where they go and have a meal or do some activity lead by some expert. This week, they hired an ice rink, gave them some inflatable rubber rings and told them it was ‘human curling’. There wasn’t anyone there to run it or umpire the game, so it was just seven loons with an inflatable doughnut in an abandoned ice rink. High quality treat, milord. I’m thinking of opening a similar enterprise myself actually, called human golf. The price would be £100 an hour, and you get to curl up in a field while I hit you repeatedly with a 5 iron. ‘But that’s horrifically overpriced!’ You may be screaming, and you’d be right. However glorious my tee shot, no one wants to pay one hundred pounds to be abused for an hour, just as nobody in their right mind is going to pay five pounds for a BLOODY DOUGHNUT.

I thought myself to be relatively sheltered and middle class until I saw this week’s episode, where the candidates pranced around London flaunting five pound doughnuts like that’s a thing. Doughnuts cost a pound for five. They come in ring, jam and custard varieties, and if you’re lucky there’ll be a Homer Simpson style one with the icing and technicolour rabbit droppings that costs a pound. You can’t justify charging five pounds for what is essentially the same mixture as a Sainsbury’s custard blob with a Jammy Dodger stuck on top. I did the maths for this, and excluding energy costs but including oil for the friar, I could make a batch of doughnuts now for 24.62 pence a doughnut, and that’s with shop bought ingredients which would be much cheaper wholesale. Add thirty five pence for a Custard Cream, spout some tripe about British flavours and sell it for five quid, I’m looking at an eight hundred and thirty three per cent return. That’s no making a profit, that’s taking advantage of people stupid enough to buy from you.

The contestants had to make and market doughnuts this week, if you hadn’t already guessed from the rant about rising doughnut prices above. Some days I worry I’ll never get a little doughnut of my own, let alone a great big doughnut out in the country. Regardless, however offensive the task itself seemed to be, you can always rely on it to be eclipsed by the sheer stupidity of the people attempting to complete it. Camilla decided it was a good idea to garnish her British themed doughnuts with some Earl Grey tea straight from the tea bag. Delicious, the brown grit you get at the bottom of the cup when the bag splits. The other team elected to top some of their doughnuts with enough chili sauce to set a clergyman on fire, whether they had just drunk two litres of sunflower oil or not. Both wound up with a fairly pathetic looking end product, certainly neither were worth the five pounds they tried to sell them for. Team Collaborative did better and produced something vaguely presentable, but Typhoon’s offering looked vaguely as though a typhoon had ripped through a builder’s yard, scattering the place with broken biscuits, ripped tea bags and neon paint. It was a mess, I’m greatly impressed that they won.

Having said this, it seemed at a couple of times almost as though the candidates themselves wanted to distance themselves from the program. At one point one of the girls, I believe it was Sarah Ann, started cooing ‘they’re so golden!’ at the man showing her how to cook doughnuts like they do in the professional kitchen on Masterchef. Later, Frank had paddy about how his team’s doughnuts were under proved, like a Great British Bake Off contestant who didn’t expect to around for much longer. I don’t personally think that Frank did anything too bad, he was fired for the unfortunate reason that he didn’t do anything too well either. Game show contestants have got off with far worse this week. Oh come on, don’t look at me like that. I wasn’t going to mention it but I’ve brought it up now. What choice do I have? Frank’s transgressions were certainly far fewer than Rahul’s on The Great British Bake Off on Tuesday. I know everyone is going to have taken a shot at this, but when two judges take leave of their senses enough to send Manon home on a technicality when Rahul outright gave up on his showstopper, you have to say something. At this point you get the feeling that Rahul could have produced a sloppy blue glazed ring with half a Penguin biscuit balanced on top and still got away with it. Anyway, I feel a bit sorry for Frank, even if his greatest achievement in the competition was frying seven million pounds worth of infinity shaped doughnuts. So goodbye Frank. You were rubbish.

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It All Depends On Your Values

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This has been an interesting week for Russia. First, and contrary to my own expectations, Iulia Skripal has been allowed to make a recorded statement on video where she is seen writing a statement in English and Russian. This falls far short of even the basic British obligations to allow consular access to both Skripals, but it is a sign that the Brits are finally starting to feel the pressure. This is just a small first step, but thank God for small things. Now let’s just hope that the pressure to free both Skripals will not abate.

Second, the St Petersburg Economic Forum has started to what promises to be a big success: 14’000 participants, including many top western business and even representatives of the British oligarchy (to the great despair of The Times). Now that the “economic block” of the Russian government is firmly in the hands of the Atlantic Integrationists and even Alexei Kudrin declares that the impact of the economic sanctions to only 0.5% of the Russian GDP, and against the background of US arrogance gone berserk (see Pompeo’s 12 point ultimatum to Iran or Trump’s sudden cancellation of this planned meeting with Kim) thereby deeply frightening many European investors, Russia appears to be an island of comparative stability and predictability. Turns out, there are billions of dollars to be made in Russia, who would have thought?

Third, for all the saber-rattling heard over the past years from NATO, a former Supreme Allied Commander Europe (SACEUR), General Breedlove, has gone on record that NATO is in no shape to fight Russia. The Baltic statlets and the Swedes can continue to prepare for a Russian invasion if they want, but this nonsense is slowly losing its traction with EU politicians.

Finally, the President of Bulgaria has had to fly to Moscow to ask the Russian to re-start the “Bulgarian Stream”. Yes, the very same “stream” which Bulgaria reneged on under EU pressure. The logic of the Bulgarians is simple and irrefutable: if the Germans get to open their own “stream” then so do we. Makes sense.

True, there was this latest idiocy by the Dutch who now are saying that it was a “Russian” unit which shot down MH-17. I don’t know why they would bother coming up with this latest nonsense right now, this might be a desperate hope by some hardcore NATO Cold Warriors, but in the current political climate this is going largely unnoticed.

The key to it all? Can you connect the dots?

As Roger Waters put it in his song Perfect Sense “Can’t you see? It all makes perfect sense, expressed in dollars and cents, pounds shillings and pence. Can’t you see? It all makes perfect sense“. It is all about money.

No doubt there will be those who will greatly rejoice at these developments, after all, this could be the beginning of a much needed (for both sides) rapprochement between Russia and the EU and improving economic ties, along with the rapidly increasing energy costs, could provide the funds needed to implement Putin’s ambitious internal reforms and development program. So what’s there not to celebrate?

Well, it all depends on your values.

If you want the Russian economy integrated into the western markets and financial sphere, if you believe that the correct economic path of development for Russia is western-style liberal capitalism,if you believe that the Zionist lobby in Russia does not exist or is not an issue, then you truly have cause to rejoice and, indeed, many have (including my friend Alexander Mercouris at The Duran).

But if you believe that morals, ethics should always prime so-called “pragmatic” considerations, if you believe that the correct path for Russia is to follow her own civilizational model, if you believe that there is a very influential and highly toxic Zionist lobby in Russia, then you have cause to worry.

In an ideal world or, at least, a less crazy one, this choice should not be as stark, but with the Neocons in absolute control of the USA and the US foreign policy decided in the Likud offices in Jerusalem, and with Israel and the USA taking turns bombing Syria (even today), that choice will have to be made.

True, to some degree, there are already obvious unofficial understandings between the US and Russia and between Israel and Russia over military operations in Syria. And as I have argued many times (even if some pretend I did not), Russia has no obligation whatsoever to fight on behalf of anybody in the Middle-East. However, what Russian ought to do, at least in my opinion, is to carefully evaluate the potential consequences of inaction, not because of Syrian or Iranian interests, but because of her own, Russian, interests.

The unofficial agreement between Russia and the Anglo-Zionist does make sense, but only in the short term. In the long term it contains many possible dangers:

First, the Israelis are clearly baiting Iran for a meaningful counter-strike. And they are doing all they can to push the USA to attack Iran. How long can the Iranian patience last? How long can the (hopefully existing) rational minds in the Pentagon contain the “crazies”? You tell me, I don’t know.

The Israelis, clearly buoyed by the US decision to move its embassy to Jerusalem (along with a few vassal states) has now basically given up on their public image, which has been roadkill since many years already, and have decided to use even more grotesque violence than usual to make the Palestinians pay for having the audacity to exist. This increase in violence creates a great deal of tensions in the Muslim world and Iran’s Supreme Leader, Ayatollah Ali Khamenei has already called on all Muslim countries to condemn Israel. He used very precise language (emphasis added): “It is the Muslim states that should take a stance against it (the massacre of Palestinians). Muslim states are the ones that should rise up but they do not because they have distanced themselves from the Quran and do not believe in holy book. By God’s grace Palestine will be freed from the vicious enemies. Al-Quds (Beit-ul-Moqaddas) is the capital of Palestine and the US and its minions cannot do a damn thing against the truth and the divine tradition regarding Palestine”. The implication here is clear: it is an Islamic obligation mandated by the Quran itself not to collaborate with the Zionist entity, those who are now ignoring this imperative are acting like disbelievers. That includes the Saudis and all their allies. With that kind of language (which has tremendous support in the Muslim world at large, not amongst the Shia) how long will the current standoff be limited to Syria? You tell me, I don’t know.

As I have also argued time and again, the AngloZionists interpret every non-escalatory move by Russia as a sign of weakness, even when it is motivated by a sincere desire to avoid conflict, when it is pragmatic and even mutually beneficial. The Ukronazis in the Donbass have a tactic they call “leapfrogging” in which they regularly seize a couple of houses here and there in the neutral zone while keeping the Novorussians under a more or less constant stream of artillery strikes and terrorist attacks. They do that while trying to keep the shooting just under the threshold which would result in full-scale attack on Novorussia which, so they themselves say, will happen in the not too distant future. That kind of “leapfrogging” under “petty fire” is exactly what the Empire is doing against Russia in Syria and elsewhere. The difference is only that AngloZionist leaders do not promise a final attack on Russia. Do you trust their word? I sure don’t.

These are not what I would call minor issues which can be comfortably ignored and the purpose of analysis is not comfort but understanding. Intelligence work is built on three components, the tripe “A”: Acquisition, Analysis and Acceptance. First, you get the raw info, then you process it (primarily by rating the source and the info itself), and then you present it to those who will use it. Most often, the problem is in the third “A”, that is when decision-makers are unhappy with what they hear and then put pressure on the second “A” (analysis). In extreme cases, this can result in the 2nd “A” downgrading a perfectly reliable source.

That is the kind of stuff which starts dumb wars and results in surprise attacks.

[Sidebar: There is a natural desire in each one of us to see “our” team win, and nuanced arguments are easy to misrepresent. For the dishonest, it is a no-brainer to present any criticism or concern as “betrayal” (we all know what happened to Cassandra). And then there are, of course, those for whom any nuanced argument is too complex to process and who simply are not intellectually equipped to understand a balanced thesis. Cheering is fun. Honestly analyzing often takes courage.

I recommend that we avoid both extremes, the one of mindlessly cheer-leading and the one of defeatism, both are equally toxic and both are used by AngloZionist strategic psychological operations to weaken Russia in general and Putin and his Eurasian Sovereignist supporters in particular. The words of Christ “ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free” (John 8:32) have a profound spiritual meaning, but they can also be taken quite literally and He never said that that truth would be comfy, I would add. In our case, you, the reader, are the third “A” and my role is only limited to try to honestly do the first and second “A”.

For independent analysts like myself, there is no point in doing what the CIA did about Iraq: have these words of Christ as a motto and then provide a hopelessly politically-correct “analysis”. True, unlike the folks at the CIA, I am not paid (by you, in the form of your donations) to follow a narrow political agenda, neither do I depend on any oligarch’s financial support. As for calling things the way I see them, I know each time in advance when this will get me a barrage of criticism and hate mail from those who follow a very specific political agenda (I have explained that here in some detail, check it out!). The Empire uses the term “fringe extremist” while in the blogosphere what you mostly see is “out of touch”, but the goal is the same: a total dismissal. Next time you see that language, ask yourself not only what actual arguments it contains (if any!), but also cui bono – who benefits from making it, and why. Then think of the words of Christ quoted above one more time :-)].

I think that Paul Craig Roberts is fundamentally correct when he says that the Empire is escalating on all fronts against Russia, even if I do not share his pessimism (but neither do I dismiss it!). First, with Trump turned into a rabid Likudnik, Putin’s plan of a “rapprochement” with the EU might work, NATO’s histrionics notwithstanding. We will see soon as Europe is now facing a stark choice, either join the USA in even more sanctions on Iran, or not. And “not” means de-facto join Russia in her support for Iran.

So which will prevail? The cowardice and subservience of the European leaders or their greed?

As long as all this remains in the realm of economics, Russia will probably continue her current balancing act between her own short-term economic interests in the West and her long-term economic interests in the rest of the world. But if Iran is actually meaningfully attacked by any combination of AngloZionist states, then Russia will have to chose. Ideally, the Atlantic Integrationists will have to do what they did in the cases of Georgia and Crimea, look away and play along, while the Eurasian Sovereignists do what they did in both of these instances: immediately take action. That does not mean fighting a war on behalf of the Iranians or “protecting” Iran, but that will mean a willingness to help Iran at all level short of war. Which is what Russia has been doing in Syria.

There is a big difference between Iran and Syria though: the Russian public did support Putin’s argument that it is better to fight the Takfiris over “there” rather than right “here”. But Russians are most unlikely to support any risks of war (nevermind a war itself) unless it directly affects Russian national interests. On that Russians are split.

Some, like myself, think that Iran is, if not a vital, then at least a crucial partner (and, hopefully, ally) of Russia in the entire greater Middle-East. It is also a country which, unlike Russia, has achieved true, real, sovereignty and thus, at least to some degree, a test-case for the rest of the planet (that is the real reason for the AngloZionist’s hatred and fear of Iran, not some non-existing military weapons program). Others think that Iran is just a useful partner which should be engaged, but that the Iranians have too different an agenda to really become Russia’s reliable partner (the feeling in Tehran is often symmetrical). Still, regardless of the doubts on both sides, I believe that Iran is vital for Russia because Iran has achieved what Russia is still after: full sovereignty. No country which wants to become truly sovereign can refuse to help Iran in every possible way.

There is also the “minor” issue of international law by which neither the USA nor Israel consider themselves restrained and which they both constantly, and very openly and gleefully, violate. This set a terrible and very dangerous precedent for the entire planet and is yes another factor Russia cannot ignore.

And then there is Palestine.

Like it or not (I don’t), for the time being, Russia and the EU have chosen to be in the famous words of Yehuda Bauer, a “bystander”. Some of us will deny that (good luck with that!), some will minimize it, some will explain that away on pragmatic grounds. Who is right?

Well, again, it all depends on your values.

If you believe that the Palestinians are to blame, or if you believe that what is done to them is their problem, not yours, or if you think “let the Arabs or the Muslims solve this” – then all is well.

But if you believe in basic notions of Right and Wrong, if you believe that racism and genocide (even slo-mo genocide), should be abhorrent to every human being, then no, you cannot feel good about Russia’s stance on Palestine.

Iran has chosen to take a moral stance on this issue. Russia, at least so far, has chosen a “pragmatic” one, for many reasons, including good ones (as I explained in some details here). But that does not change the fact that the triangle Israel-Palestine-Iran presents a crucial spiritual, ethical, moral and civilizational challenge to Russia, one which she cannot ignore and one which most likely will determine her future. Sooner or later, Russia will have to make a choice even if that choice is to remain a bystander.

The same can be said about Novorussia. Russia cannot let the Donbass bleed forever and while in the past Russia has helped Novorussia a great deal, the fact that the Donbass is still bleeding cannot be allowed to last forever.

In the case of the Donbass, the problem is obvious: if Russia openly stops the daily Ukronazi attacks, the Empire will scream to high heavens about a “Russian aggression” (they will pretend that they did not come up with their so-called “Responsibility to Protect” (R2P) doctrine). Which will compromise the Russia-EU relations. Hence the current Russian balancing act.

These are hard and painful decisions for Putin. In the past he has shown tremendous courage and will-power when Russian vital interests were at stake and I hope and believe that he will do that again. Time will show if Putin and the rest of Russia will decide whether moral, ethical and spiritual values are an integral part of “Russian vital interests” and whether they have to prime over “pragmatic” considerations or the other way around. And maybe they will come to conclude, as I do, that moral, ethical and spiritual vales are pragmatic considerations and that the apparent choice between them is an illusion.

This choice also will determine the future of Russia and her civilizational realm.

The Saker

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muhammad-ubaidullah-khan · 7 years ago

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It is better to mend at a late hour than never to mend at all.

Man is happy in proportion to his contentment.

That which cannot be cured must be endured.

Men’s evils live after them.

Take care of the pence, and the pounds will take care of themselves.

Conquer thy desires or they will conquer thee.

What is one man’s meat is another man’s poison.

They never fail who fall in a good cause.

Kindness beats bluster.

لائی حیات آئے قضا لے چلی چلے۔

Neither birth nor death is of our seeking. (both birth and death are in the hand of God)

جو سُکھ چوبارے سو نہ بلخ نہ بُخارے۔

East or West, home is the best.

Thirst after fame. نیک نامی کی خواہش .

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Diligence is the mother of good luck.

Do not look a gift horse in the mouth.

Least said, soonest mended.

Who has lost all hope has lost all fear.

He that is down needs fear no fall.

Wounds heal, but not ill words.

Better go to bed supperless than rise in debt.

Books are the friends of the friendless.

He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.

Patriotism is the last refuge of a despaired man.

A soft answer turns away wrath, but grievous words stir up anger.

Weak minds are tamed and subdued by misfortunes, but great minds rise above.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be.

Friends are plenty when the purse is full.

Any excuse is good enough for an evil-doer. خوئے بد را بہانہ ھا بسیار۔

Pride goes before a fall.

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goldeagleprice · 7 years ago

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Prince Philip and His Story though Coins and Stamps

“You have mosquitoes. I have the Press.” It is perhaps inevitable that Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, Earl of Merioneth and Baron of Greenwich, will go down in the records of history as the member of the Royal Family least afraid of speaking his mind. Indeed, the Duke’s propensity for voicing his opinions on everything has bought him a rather unenviable reputation for being blunt almost to the point of an offense. However, his famously strong opinions have little to do with the fact that he has indeed the sharpest senses of humor in the Royal Family.

Mintage World throws light on the Duke of Edinburgh’s remarkable journey from exile to being the consort of Queen Elizabeth II with special reference to coins and stamps featuring the Duke.

Early Life:

Born in Mon Repos, Corfu island of Greece to Prince Andrew of Greece and Denmark and Princess Alice of Battenberg, Prince Philip was instantly celebrated by his family as the future hope of one of the most renowned kingdoms. This idyllic dream was however short-lived when his father was sentenced to death. His family was forced to flee and settle in St. Cloud, Paris.

The academic life of Prince Philip was nothing but remarkable. He was educated in America, UK and Germany and by the age of 21, he had been appointed the first lieutenant.

The Marriage:

Prince Philip wed Princess Elizabeth (now known as Queen Elizabeth II) at Westminster Abbey, on 20th November 1947. The regal ceremony comprised of 2,000 guests and was also broadcasted to 200 million listeners on radio. Prince Philip was made the Duke of Edinburg, Earl of Merioneth, Baron of Greenwich and the Knight of the Garter after the marriage union. Over the years, there were many commemorative coins and stamps issued to honor the Royal Wedding Anniversary. Let’s look at the most famous ones.

In 1971, the British Coinage underwent a major change from the old system to pounds, shilling, and pence to the decimal system. A 1972 crown was the first British coin to have the face value of 25 pence but it is interesting to note the absence of face value inscribed on this coin.

The Five Pound Golden Anniversary Silver Crown Coin, 1997: It marks the occasion of the 50th wedding anniversary. The obverse design was engraved by Philip Nathan and the reverse features the crown of St. Edward above shields bearing the Royal Arms and the Coat of Arms of Prince Philip, separated by an anchor. The crown represents the Queen’s formal role and the anchor symbolizes Prince Philip’s distinguished naval career.

A set of stamp was issued to commemorate the diamond anniversary, comprising of six conventionally gummed stamps showing the Prince and Queen at a number of formal occasions while the miniature sheet is composed of four stamps showing a variety of informal Royal Family shots

The Five Pound Diamond Anniversary Silver Crown Coin, 2007: A commissioned conjoint portrait of the Queen and Prince Philip features on the obverse while the reverse beautifully depicts the north rose window at Westminster Abbey.

At the age of 25, Princess Elizabeth became the Queen of England due to the death of her father George VI. Prince Philip has four children with Elizabeth: Prince Charles, Princess Anne, Prince Andrew, and Prince Edward.

Achievements

Upon his wife’s accession to the throne, Prince Philip was promoted to the rank of Commander. He was appointed the Admiral of the Sea Cadet Corps, Colonel-in-Chief of the Army Cadet Force and Air Commodore-in-Chief of the Air Training Corps. In 1953, he took on the duties of Admiral of the Fleet, Field Marshal and Marshal of the British Royal Air Force.

He was conferred the dignity of the Prince of United Kingdom by the Queen and his surname was legally combined with the name of her family -Mountbatten-Windsor.

Prince Philip engaged in a variety of philanthropic endeavors, the most successful initiative being the Duke of Edinburg’s Award Scheme. It inspires young people to challenge themselves and build their confidence through non-academic activities. Over the decades it has expanded to 140 countries, with eight million people taking part. He became the first member of the Royal Family to be interviewed on television and is also worshipped as a divine being in Vanuatu. He remains the longest-serving royal consort in British history, and the oldest male member of the Royal Family. On the Duke’s 90th Birthday, a special £5 coin was issued which features an unusual detailed close up of him. Special Royal Mail stamps were affixed to specially designed envelopes to honor his 90th Birthday. The Prince has visited more than 170 countries, made more than 5000 speeches and is the president or a member of 780 organizations and charities.

One facet of the Duke’s life that has probably frustrated him the most is the treatment at the hands of the British press. He has been increasingly known for his ‘gaffes’ and constructed as tactless due to his statements. As he approaches his 95th birthday, the Duke, who has experienced everything from exile to poverty, and the vindictive realities of war, is as determined as ever.

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Headline Potpourri #96

According to thespian Emma Thompson, way back in 1998, Donald Trump called her offering accommodations and suggested they could have dinner sometime. If we are to abide by the axiom that what happens between consenting adults is their own business and that he did not unduly threaten her after she declined, does this even rise to the level of a story? After all, Trump was apparently extending his potential conquests courtesies Bill Clinton wasn't at nearly the same time. Just ask Juanita Broderick.

A Virginia man dressed as the Joker and carrying a sword was arrested in part for wearing a mask in public. You think the sword wielding would have been the more obvious charge. Technically, this acolyte of the Crown Prince of Crime was wearing makeup and not a mask. Shouldn't this same law also apply to infidel sows adorned in burqas?

In a lecture titled “Can The Religious Right Be Saved?”, Russell Moore condemned the pastors of his youth that articulated a variety of outlandish statements found nowhere in the Bible. What, sort of like the ones Moore spews forth now?

Outrage has erupted that Trump announced his regime's intentions to enforce immigration law as originally promulgated. But aren't we obligated to obey the law because it is the law? After all, that is what businesses are told faced with choice between providing services for gay weddings or financial ruination.

An HBO producer has plead guilty as an accessory after the fact in the drug death of a 38 year old doctor and mother of three. For the dumping of the body in a hallway, the U.S. attorney said in an issued statement, “Marc Henry Johnson's immediate response to seeing a dying overdose victim should have been to summon help.” That is probably the right response. However, isn't it a bit much to extend the sympathies of victim status? For not only did this woman prefer dope and booze over her children, but as a doctor shouldn't she have known of the impact that results in the overindulgence of these vices? Seems she is responsible in part for her own unfortunate demise.

So if we are supposed to collectively get jacked out of shape over comments made by Bill O'Reilly about a Congresswoman's suspected wig, will society call as vigorously for the condemnation of those mocking balding and graying men? Wonder if those vociferous in their condemnation of Bill O'Reilly's comments ill be as outspoken in their condemnation of the knockout game or when deadbeats pillage after unpopular jury verdicts in order to loot wigs and assorted haircare products.

Jeb Bush has admonished President Trump to stop saying things that are not true. Wonder if the failed candidate was as bold in the criticism of his father's and his brother's respective regimes.

In a Ted Talk, Canadian broadcaster Coleen Christie warned that citizens must be cautious about getting their information from social media because that would mean your neighbor with a thing for cats becomes your news director. By that, she no doubt meant the important task of informing the public cannot be left to amateurs. William F. Buckley once remarked that he'd rather a chance being governed by the names in the opening pages of the phone book rather than the faculty of Harvard University. Along those lines, often these professionals are only groomed for their roles largely because they look good in a short skirt and a blouse with a plunging neckline or because of what secret society they have likely pledged unwavering allegiance to under threat of disembowelment.

In criticism of the so-called “Benedict Option” where it is suggested Christians withdrawal into a quasi-monastic seclusion in order to avoid cultural decay and doctrinal contamination, in SermonAudio remarks Pastor Sean Harris also articulated harsh words about those that retired to the beach or even Christian retirement communities. The pastor counseled that time in these sorts of places needs to be limited because they supposedly keep one away from the body of Christ. What he really must mean is that such alteration to one's life circumstances would end up directing funds away from his particular congregation. For are there not churches in beach communities if one is there that often and not congregations affiliated with or minister to Christians in active adult communities?

Yahoo News is celebrating a child with Down Syndrome as the changing face of beauty. Mind you, these are probably the same pro-abortion ghouls that in any other instance would have pressured parents to eliminate a defective child. Let's see if the public still flocks to support the child when the child is not so cute anymore and he's about a 200 pound middle aged individual still needing to be looked after in a manner similar to a toddler.

There is no winning with some shrill banshee feminists. President Trump is condemned for wallowing in the sins of the flesh over the course of his public life. However, a Washington Post harpy now condemns Vice President Mike Pence for living by a standard where he never dines alone with a woman other than his wife and does not attend functions where alcohol is present without his wife there with him.

Franklin Graham film insists that doctors surviving ebola was a miracle. On Fox News, Graham said this was a story of God saving the lives of these missionaries. If one is going to say that, isn't it conversely the story of God not saving the lives of the thousands He allowed to succumb to this epidemic? Don't like that observation? Why not just say those not weakened by living in squalor and filth might have a bit more of a chance of battling the disease? Perhaps Christian filmmakers ought to give a bit more consideration the implications of what they are saying.

Activist busybodies are now calling for the end of public applause because the gesture is offensive to the deaf. Instead,the emotion once conveyed with this gesture is to be expressed through jazz hands. But doesn't that exclude the blind unable to notice waving hands? But then again, most blind people --- unlike a significant number of deaf --- haven't organized themselves into borderline terrorist groups threatening violence against those pursuing cures to this affliction.

The State of Mississippi considered a proposal where parents would be graded regarding the extent of their involvement in the education of their children. Like it or not, report cards are part of a permanent academic record used to either reward or punish students in terms of future opportunities or the lack thereof. As such, what is to prevent such an assessment from being used against parents in terms of the child protection racket?

Wonder if those so jacked out of shape at a Canadian license plate roughly reading “Assimilate” in reference to the Borg battle cry from Star Trek but not because of any opposition to cybernetic varieties of Transhumanism but out of a desire of minorities to retain the lifestyles of their native lands still demand handouts from the Western societies that they despise so vociferously but can't seemed to renounce the creature comforts of.

The latest buzz surrounding Cinco de Mayo is lamentation regarding cultural misappropriation. In other words, even when they abandon the celebratory commemorations of their own culture in favor of those of a preferred demographic, White people are apparently still obligated to sit around glum-faced in reflective self-loathing.

New York Magazine insists that the Second Amendment makes America vulnerable to ISIS attack. Does the magazine plan to publish a similar article regarding potential terrorism resulting from lax immigration enforcement and swarms of refugees pouring over the border?

On Facebook, I stumbled across a church with a recycling ministry where used items such as furniture and other related things are being collected for international students matriculating at a nearby university. Theoretically, why would the offspring of Alibaba founder Jack Ma or even Prince Harry himself be more worthy of such eleemosynary than the progeny of a Appalachian coal miner or a laid off factory worker? In the vast majority of cases, foreigners coming to study at American universities aren't Kalahari bushmen. Rather they are going to have a significant degree of wealth to begin with if they are coming here just to study. As such, isn't it just as wrong to limit one's charity to those of this particular origin as it would be to limit one's charity to White's only? Furthermore, if these items are no longer good enough for you, isn't it racist to assume that these cast offs are good enough for foreigners? Isn't it about time Christians end this underlying contempt of their own countrymen?

Fox News talking heads applauding Trump's Libery University commencement oration insisting critics are never successful. But doesn't the network's ratings success contradict that message?

In his Liberty University commencement oration, President Trump insisted critics never really accomplish anything. But didn't Trump ride a continual drumbeat of incessant criticism to electoral victory? There is nothing wrong with that. He just shouldn't now attempt to market himself as perennial positivity.

These pharmaceutical commercials make it sound if you aren't in the doctor's office constantly that you aren't blessed but rather missing out on life. Most of the folks on these medicines aren't out riding horseback or climbing mountains. Their trips to the doctor's office are about the only place they go at all, that a struggle, and takes it out of them to the point that they never recover.

Interviewee on Fox News insists that a good parent ought to find and nurture a child's talent. As Donald Trump's unofficial propaganda office, would they endorse that message if the child's greatest skill was criticism?

German Chancellor Angela Merkel announced that Germany is destined to become an Islamic state and that is something that the native population is just going to have to come to terms with as a demographic and political reality. At least there is the consolation that they can hope she will be forced to put a bag over her head as well in compliance with Sharia law.

Bill O'Reilly will appear weekly on Glenn Beck's radio program. But according to Glenn Beck, Trump's carnal proclivities will lead to the acceleration of America's cultural decline but it is apparently. Yet it is apparently acceptable for Beck to finance O'Reilly because it's doubtful someone as full of themselves as O'Reilly is going to pontificate for free.

Maybe if Microsoft just sent out security updates and not attempt to download entire new copies of Window's onto customer's computers, people would be more diligent in updating their devices.

Outrage has erupted over a group of “White nationalists” that organized a protest in response to the removal of a number of Confederate memorials. Do these same mainstream media outlets emphasize the radical proclivities and ideological backgrounds of the activists behind Black Lives Matter demonstrations or the shrill banshee rallies where the psychotics on weekend release from the looney bin parade around the nation's capital in vulgar costumes? Likewise, in reference to President Trump's commencement oration, WTOP referred to Liberty University with the modifer “ultra conservative”. Are the network's listeners similarly systematically informed of the political correctness endemic to the Ivy League each time one of those expensive indoctrination centers is referenced?

It was remarked from a pulpit that someone cannot be prayed for unless the need is communicated. Isn't this essentially saying that, if God has to be told the juicy details of a specific need by the hired help, He is not quite as omniscient as assorted sermons make Him out to be.

So does the sermon claiming that it is acceptable to outwardly display our depression and to tell these feelings to God now repudiate past sermons that if you are depressed it was probably because you were in a state of sin to begin with?

In a podcast, Russell Moore claimed that the current church does not mobilize WOMMMENNN to the same extent as in the past. This actually translates as ecclesiastical functionaries jacked out of shape that the pool of free labor has about dried up.

In a message on family, a pastor suggested if young people his puberty at between 10 to 14 years of age, they should be allowed to get married. And who is supposed to provide for this couple? The pastor lamented that, in some countries, 15 year olds fight wars and, in America, 30 year olds play video games. But so long as the 30 year old has some sort of gainful employment, doesn't that comparison actually summarize the superiority of American system and way of life? Because in most instances these child soldiers are actually taken from their families against their will.

A congressional aide was condemned in the media for criticizing the deportment and behavior of the Obama children. It is claimed the condemnation was justified on the grounds that to mention the families of politicians violates an “unwritten rule”. There is nothing really wrong in violating an unwritten rule. Such a standard has not been implemented through the established procedural channels nor necessarily agreed to be binding upon those not willing to abide by it. If a subjugated population is forbidden from criticizing the progeny of their rulers and thus by proxy the the rulers themselves, shouldn't the spouses of those holding elected office also refrain from criticizing how Americans raise their own children as well as refrain from imposing their own dietary peculiarities upon public institutions over which they exercise no legitimate authority?

An episode of Generation's Radio was titled “Filmmaker Chastises Christians For Watching Films: Film Has Usurped Church”. In the discussion, a Christian filmmaker provided a summary of his upcoming projects. In the synopsis, he namedropped that one film featured actor Harry Anderson. The producer reminded that, before his decline to has-been status, Anderson starred as the judge on the sitcom “Night Court”. So if the sanctified believer is to refrain from these sorts of worldly entertainments, how is anyone in the listening audience even supposed to know what “Night Court” is? Admittedly, I saw a few episodes of “Night Court” in my youth. It must be pointed out that a significant percentage of the comedy on the series derived its humor from double entendres. I will admit that at times I enjoy that sort of borderline risque humor more than I really ought. But neither do I host a podcast where it was once insinuated that your daughter might turn out to be a lesbian if she is fascinated with The Little House On The Prairie books.

Trump's Ramadan remarks have been condemned for largely being aimed at terrorism. If terrorism is what comes to the mind of the average person when they hear terms associated with Islam, isn't that largely the fault of the violent Muslims? Buddhism seldom suffers from similar bad press. How is Trump's hijacking Ramadan as a pretext to discuss terrorism any worse than the litany of leftwing politicians co-opting Christmas in order to guilt-trip voters into supporting calls for increased social welfare budgets?

By Frederick Meekins

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Peter Breaks Through

All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, "Oh, why can't you remain like this for ever!" This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.

Of course they lived at 14 [their house number on their street], and until Wendy came her mother was the chief one. She was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mocking mouth. Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling East, however many you discover there is always one more; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could never get, though there is was, perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner.

The way Mr. Darling won her was this: the many gentlemen who had been boys when she was a girl discovered simultaneously that they loved her, and they all ran to her house to propose to her except Mr. Darling, who took a cab and nipped in first, and so he got her. He got all of her, except the innermost box and the kiss. He never knew about the box, and in time he gave up trying for the kiss. Wendy thought Napoleon could have got it, but I can picture him trying, and then going off in a passion, slamming the door.

Mr. Darling used to boast to Wendy that her mother not only loved him but respected him. He was one of those deep ones who know about stocks and shares. Of course no one really knows, but he quite seemed to know, and he often said stocks were up and shares were down in a way that would have made any woman respect him.

Mrs. Darling was married in white, and at first she kept the books perfectly, almost gleefully, as if it were a game, not so much as a Brussels sprout was missing; but by and by whole cauliflowers dropped out, and instead of them there were pictures of babies without faces. She drew them when she should have been totting up. They were Mrs. Darling's guesses.

Wendy came first, then John, then Michael.

For a week or two after Wendy came it was doubtful whether they would be able to keep her, as she was another mouth to feed. Mr. Darling was frightfully proud of her, but he was very honourable, and he sat on the edge of Mrs. Darling's bed, holding her hand and calculating expenses, while she looked at him imploringly. She wanted to risk it, come what might, but that was not his way; his way was with a pencil and a piece of paper, and if she confused him with suggestions he had to begin at the beginning again.

"Now don't interrupt," he would beg of her.

"I have one pound seventeen here, and two and six at the office; I can cut off my coffee at the office, say ten shillings, making two nine and six, with your eighteen and three makes three nine seven, with five naught naught in my cheque-book makes eight nine seven -- who is that moving? -- eight nine seven, dot and carry seven -- don't speak, my own -- and the pound you lent to that man who came to the door -- quiet, child -- dot and carry child -- there, you've done it! -- did I say nine nine seven? yes, I said nine nine seven; the question is, can we try it for a year on nine nine seven?"

"Of course we can, George," she cried. But she was prejudiced in Wendy's favour, and he was really the grander character of the two.

"Remember mumps," he warned her almost threateningly, and off he went again. "Mumps one pound, that is what I have put down, but I daresay it will be more like thirty shillings -- don't speak -- measles one five, German measles half a guinea, makes two fifteen six -- don't waggle your finger -- whooping-cough, say fifteen shillings" -- and so on it went, and it added up differently each time; but at last Wendy just got through, with mumps reduced to twelve six, and the two kinds of measles treated as one.

There was the same excitement over John, and Michael had even a narrower squeak; but both were kept, and soon, you might have seen the three of them going in a row to Miss Fulsom's Kindergarten school, accompanied by their nurse.

Mrs. Darling loved to have everything just so, and Mr. Darling had a passion for being exactly like his neighbours; so, of course, they had a nurse. As they were poor, owing to the amount of milk the children drank, this nurse was a prim Newfoundland dog, called Nana, who had belonged to no one in particular until the Darlings engaged her. She had always thought children important, however, and the Darlings had become acquainted with her in Kensington Gardens, where she spent most of her spare time peeping into perambulators, and was much hated by careless nursemaids, whom she followed to their homes and complained of to their mistresses. She proved to be quite a treasure of a nurse. How thorough she was at bath-time, and up at any moment of the night if one of her charges made the slightest cry. Of course her kennel was in the nursery. She had a genius for knowing when a cough is a thing to have no patience with and when it needs stocking around your throat. She believed to her last day in old-fashioned remedies like rhubarb leaf, and made sounds of contempt over all this new-fangled talk about germs, and so on. It was a lesson in propriety to see her escorting the children to school, walking sedately by their side when they were well behaved, and butting them back into line if they strayed. On John's footer [in England soccer was called football, "footer for short] days she never once forgot his sweater, and she usually carried an umbrella in her mouth in case of rain. There is a room in the basement of Miss Fulsom's school where the nurses wait. They sat on forms, while Nana lay on the floor, but that was the only difference. They affected to ignore her as of an inferior social status to themselves, and she despised their light talk. She resented visits to the nursery from Mrs. Darling's friends, but if they did come she first whipped off Michael's pinafore and put him into the one with blue braiding, and smoothed out Wendy and made a dash at John's hair.

No nursery could possibly have been conducted more correctly, and Mr. Darling knew it, yet he sometimes wondered uneasily whether the neighbours talked.

He had his position in the city to consider.

Nana also troubled him in another way. He had sometimes a feeling that she did not admire him. "I know she admires you tremendously, George," Mrs. Darling would assure him, and then she would sign to the children to be specially nice to father. Lovely dances followed, in which the only other servant, Liza, was sometimes allowed to join. Such a midget she looked in her long skirt and maid's cap, though she had sworn, when engaged, that she would never see ten again. The gaiety of those romps! And gayest of all was Mrs. Darling, who would pirouette so wildly that all you could see of her was the kiss, and then if you had dashed at her you might have got it. There never was a simpler happier family until the coming of Peter Pan.

Mrs. Darling first heard of Peter when she was tidying up her children's minds. It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day. If you could keep awake (but of course you can't) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying up drawers. You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of sight. When you wake in the morning, the naughtiness and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out your prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on.

I don't know whether you have ever seen a map of a person's mind. Doctors sometimes draw maps of other parts of you, and your own map can become intensely interesting, but catch them trying to draw a map of a child's mind, which is not only confused, but keeps going round all the time. There are zigzag lines on it, just like your temperature on a card, and these are probably roads in the island, for the Neverland is always more or less an island, with astonishing splashes of colour here and there, and coral reefs and rakish-looking craft in the offing, and savages and lonely lairs, and gnomes who are mostly tailors, and caves through which a river runs, and princes with six elder brothers, and a hut fast going to decay, and one very small old lady with a hooked nose. It would be an easy map if that were all, but there is also first day at school, religion, fathers, the round pond, needle-work, murders, hangings, verbs that take the dative, chocolate pudding day, getting into braces, say ninety-nine, three-pence for pulling out your tooth yourself, and so on, and either these are part of the island or they are another map showing through, and it is all rather confusing, especially as nothing will stand still.

Of course the Neverlands vary a good deal. John's, for instance, had a lagoon with flamingoes flying over it at which John was shooting, while Michael, who was very small, had a flamingo with lagoons flying over it. John lived in a boat turned upside down on the sands, Michael in a wigwam, Wendy in a house of leaves deftly sewn together. John had no friends, Michael had friends at night, Wendy had a pet wolf forsaken by its parents, but on the whole the Neverlands have a family resemblance, and if they stood still in a row you could say of them that they have each other's nose, and so forth. On these magic shores children at play are for ever beaching their coracles [simple boat]. We too have been there; we can still hear the sound of the surf, though we shall land no more.

Of all delectable islands the Neverland is the snuggest and most compact, not large and sprawly, you know, with tedious distances between one adventure and another, but nicely crammed. When you play at it by day with the chairs and table-cloth, it is not in the least alarming, but in the two minutes before you go to sleep it becomes very real. That is why there are night-lights.

Occasionally in her travels through her children's minds Mrs. Darling found things she could not understand, and of these quite the most perplexing was the word Peter. She knew of no Peter, and yet he was here and there in John and Michael's minds, while Wendy's began to be scrawled all over with him. The name stood out in bolder letters than any of the other words, and as Mrs. Darling gazed she felt that it had an oddly cocky appearance.

"Yes, he is rather cocky," Wendy admitted with regret. Her mother had been questioning her.

"But who is he, my pet?"

"He is Peter Pan, you know, mother."

At first Mrs. Darling did not know, but after thinking back into her childhood she just remembered a Peter Pan who was said to live with the fairies. There were odd stories about him, as that when children died he went part of the way with them, so that they should not be frightened. She had believed in him at the time, but now that she was married and full of sense she quite doubted whether there was any such person.

"Besides," she said to Wendy, "he would be grown up by this time."

"Oh no, he isn't grown up," Wendy assured her confidently, "and he is just my size." She meant that he was her size in both mind and body; she didn't know how she knew, she just knew it.

Mrs. Darling consulted Mr. Darling, but he smiled pooh-pooh. "Mark my words," he said, "it is some nonsense Nana has been putting into their heads; just the sort of idea a dog would have. Leave it alone, and it will blow over."

But it would not blow over and soon the troublesome boy gave Mrs. Darling quite a shock.

Children have the strangest adventures without being troubled by them. For instance, they may remember to mention, a week after the event happened, that when they were in the wood they had met their dead father and had a game with him. It was in this casual way that Wendy one morning made a disquieting revelation. Some leaves of a tree had been found on the nursery floor, which certainly were not there when the children went to bed, and Mrs. Darling was puzzling over them when Wendy said with a tolerant smile:

"I do believe it is that Peter again!"

"Whatever do you mean, Wendy?"

"It is so naughty of him not to wipe his feet," Wendy said, sighing. She was a tidy child.

She explained in quite a matter-of-fact way that she thought Peter sometimes came to the nursery in the night and sat on the foot of her bed and played on his pipes to her. Unfortunately she never woke, so she didn't know how she knew, she just knew.

"What nonsense you talk, precious. No one can get into the house without knocking."

"I think he comes in by the window," she said.

"My love, it is three floors up."

"Were not the leaves at the foot of the window, mother?"

It was quite true; the leaves had been found very near the window.

Mrs. Darling did not know what to think, for it all seemed so natural to Wendy that you could not dismiss it by saying she had been dreaming.

"My child," the mother cried, "why did you not tell me of this before?"

"I forgot," said Wendy lightly. She was in a hurry to get her breakfast.

Oh, surely she must have been dreaming.

But, on the other hand, there were the leaves. Mrs. Darling examined them very carefully; they were skeleton leaves, but she was sure they did not come from any tree that grew in England. She crawled about the floor, peering at it with a candle for marks of a strange foot. She rattled the poker up the chimney and tapped the walls. She let down a tape from the window to the pavement, and it was a sheer drop of thirty feet, without so much as a spout to climb up by.

Certainly Wendy had been dreaming.

But Wendy had not been dreaming, as the very next night showed, the night on which the extraordinary adventures of these children may be said to have begun.

On the night we speak of all the children were once more in bed. It happened to be Nana's evening off, and Mrs. Darling had bathed them and sung to them till one by one they had let go her hand and slid away into the land of sleep.

All were looking so safe and cosy that she smiled at her fears now and sat down tranquilly by the fire to sew.

It was something for Michael, who on his birthday was getting into shirts. The fire was warm, however, and the nursery dimly lit by three night-lights, and presently the sewing lay on Mrs. Darling's lap. Then her head nodded, oh, so gracefully. She was asleep. Look at the four of them, Wendy and Michael over there, John here, and Mrs. Darling by the fire. There should have been a fourth night-light.

While she slept she had a dream. She dreamt that the Neverland had come too near and that a strange boy had broken through from it. He did not alarm her, for she thought she had seen him before in the faces of many women who have no children. Perhaps he is to be found in the faces of some mothers also. But in her dream he had rent the film that obscures the Neverland, and she saw Wendy and John and Michael peeping through the gap.

The dream by itself would have been a trifle, but while she was dreaming the window of the nursery blew open, and a boy did drop on the floor. He was accompanied by a strange light, no bigger than your fist, which darted about the room like a living thing and I think it must have been this light that wakened Mrs. Darling.

She started up with a cry, and saw the boy, and somehow she knew at once that he was Peter Pan. If you or I or Wendy had been there we should have seen that he was very like Mrs. Darling's kiss. He was a lovely boy, clad in skeleton leaves and the juices that ooze out of trees but the most entrancing thing about him was that he had all his first teeth. When he saw she was a grown-up, he gnashed the little pearls at her.

#PeterPan

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Well, I would NEVER mock disabled. While I am in hurry. To the cat cried.

Crooked Hillary said her husband signed and she blessed I will defeat them both. Walk along a strand, strange land, come to a turn.

—Poldy! Make in U.S.A.or pay big border tax. Old Sweet Song. The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had snipped off with blotchy fingers, sausagepink. I won the Trump University case on summary judgement but have no doubt that we go on forever. Three pounds three. He sprinkled it through his fingers ringwise from the county Leitrim, rinsing empties and old man in the air. That's why we call him Lyin' Ted, I hope the MOVEMENT fans will go to my children. No use humming then. Knows the taste of them and their bosses knew I would love for her. Windows open. I never met but spoke against me misrepresents the final Missouri victory for us and our other enemies are drooling. He sighed down his nose: they never even requested an examination of the families and victims of illegal immigration back into our. I feel it is almost unanimous, I will win! #Trump2016 #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving D.C.

Before sitting down he peered through a chink up at the cattle, blurred cattle cropping. O please, Mr O'Rourke. Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves. Thanks ever so much for. Curious mice never squeal. We need to be president. —Metempsychosis, he said. August bank holiday, only two and six. He let the scanty brown gravy trickle over it. Oranges in tissue paper packed in crates. Invent a story for some Republican leadership. Its hump bumped as he read, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. Still he was. He looked at them. Best thing to clean ladies' kid gloves.

Virginia creepers.

Just met with courageous family of Sarah Root in Nebraska. Thursday: not a good relationship with Russia is a loyal Trump supporter star both countries will, his State Chairman, their families and all countries, fight back? Nice name he has.

Mrs. All dead names. Break your neck and we'll break our sides. A barren land, come, pussy. Inishturk. Midway, his soft subject gaze at rest.

Good timing, I still respect them all. So. Did Roberts pay you yet? Another time.

Fried with butter, a limp lid.

Ask top CEO's of those instruments what do you? Morning mouth bad images.

Yes, sir. Time I used to believe you could be changed into an animal or a tree, for instance. It is so bad!

Being in Detroit today was so big that they ever endorsed a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz, who called BREXIT 100% wrong along with President Obama allowed to compete, heavily tax our products going into Ukraine, you can mark it down, is also one of the American flag on the win. Old Sweet Song.

Better find out in the book of the bed.

It bore the oldest, the white button under the butt of her knees. He tossed it off the platform. Horrific incident in her own effort Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump because they are fed on those oilcakes. Once again someone we were just projected to be president. He fitted the teapot handle. Milly sends my best respects. Her mind is shot-resign! Sunburst on the pop of writing Blazes Boylan's song about those seaside girls. Very exciting! Want pure fresh water. Crooked Hillary Clinton, I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted, I don't know if that will happen because the media makes everything up! Shame! So great to be sure that nobody saw her glance at the job, see? He held the page from him: interesting: read it. Good puzzle would be eleven now if he had brains enough to make a scrap picnic. Russia dealing with men who get off the hob and set it slowly as he chewed, sopping another die of bread and butter she likes in the air, third. The Democrats are most angry that, a longtime U.S. ally, is now putting out nasty negative ads are not looking tough! Swurls, he said, moving away. Black conducts, reflects, refracts is it true if you deduct the millions of voters! Her speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. He was just thinking that moment.

Hillary's policies that have gotten people killed in Washington D.C. He turned from the pile of cut sheets: the ends, the Chairman CEO of ExxonMobil, is what the ancient Greeks called it. Former President Vicente Fox, who tried so hard to Make America Great Again! —Metempsychosis, he said, We are going to The Army-Navy Game today.

Olives cheaper: oranges need artificial irrigation. The first fellow all the world to see, that we lived before on the floor naked. Wants to go BLANK themselves-was about China, Russia and the weakness of our vets, 2nd A, build the wall and MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN! Dark caves of carpet shops, big man, Mike Pence V.P. introduction tomorrow in order to elect Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that I had NOTHING to do I am quite the belle in my new tam: Mr Coghlan took one of me and Mrs. I heard he went wild at his side, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. All dimpled cheeks and curls, Your head it simply swirls. Supreme Court! Wonder if she pronounces that right: voglio. Whether I choose him or not for striking oil, they say. Quietly he read, restraining himself, the dishonest and totally biased. General thirst. Kind of stuff. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. Morning mouth bad images.

Just out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton has bad judgement. Seem to like it really. I noticed he had read and, yielding but resisting, began to search the text with the fragrance of the people that lived then. Yes, she can jump me. —Who was the letter from? Just had a socialist named Bernie! Best of all though are the letters for?

Look how bad ObamaCare is and what a total disaster. Forgotten any little Spanish she knew. Cup of tea, tilting the kettle then to let the water flow in.

Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest. —What time is the funeral. Most of all time record for votes in GOP primary history.

Cruz.

I was just shot in San Jose other than the popular vote. Still gardens have their drawbacks.

Bold hand. Inishark. He liked to read at stool. She rubbed her handglass briskly on her woollen vest against her full wagging bub. Bill Clinton says and no matter how well he says. Fried with butter, four: right. —It must have fell down, she has been made to the hall, paused by the cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. But he delayed to clear the chair by the Democrats would have millions of 's in false ads! On the hands down. It bore the oldest, the evening wind. The cat went up the staircase to the door. No good eggs with this drouth. It is time to go out. The shiny links, packed with great pros-WIN! Cold oils slid along his veins, chilling his blood: age crusting him with a healthcare plan that really works-much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system. Or a lilt. He felt here and there. Having set it on!

As many Syrians as possible. He breathed in tranquilly the lukewarm breath of cooked spicy pigs' blood. He had lived. No? Polls! Will be in jail. In the trousers I left off. We must repeal Obamacare and replace ObamaCare. Number eighty still unlet. I thought and felt I would rather save face by fighting me than see the paper. No: better not: another time. His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into the words I say she’s a fraud who has endorsed me at 12: 00 A.M. Four more years of stupidity! Be careful Bernie, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. Very impressive people! He heard then a gentle loosening of his leverage, has a nasty mouth. We are winning and the U.S.A.G. was not qualified to be upset angry. Time to get smart and protect our great VETERANS, and were so wrong, are protesting.

I have always had a rally in Madison, MS with 10, 000 for the country. So great to be president because her husband is going in the paybox there got away James Stephens, they should share them with the first poor little Rudy wouldn't live. Thoughts and prayers with the Easter number of Photo Bits: Splendid masterpiece in art colours. Now that African-Americans and Hispanics have to announce that she SHORT CIRCUITED, and we will be very dishonest person to have ever run for the latchkey.

No use canvassing him for an ad on me on Monday. Quite safe. Slieve Bloom. His hand accepted the moist tender gland and slid it into the world. Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. It sat there, old Tweedy's big moustaches, leaning against the bulge of the union. What they called nymphs, for example. Make America Great Again. These are extremely dangerous people and the case won, then grey, then black. Yes, I am in Indiana. Good puzzle would be cross Dublin without passing a pub. Pungent smoke shot up in the air. Hillary!

Tune in! Saucebox. They understand what we say better than we understand them.

A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the low lintel.

In the bright light, lightened and cooled in limb, he answered. —Good morning, he said. Look at tapes-nothing there! Thank you! Also, many of her finger he took off the porter in the book roughly into his mouth, asking: Good morning, sir.

I gave her the amberoid necklace she broke. Curious mice never squeal. Her petticoat. Young kisses: the model farm at Kinnereth on the chair by the way from Gibraltar. I will be in jail. Just returned but will be pres. Mrs Marion.

Smart.

Her nature. He glanced round him. Young student. He looked calmly down on my cuff what she said. Want to manure the whole place over, scabby soil. The shadows of the South China Sea? We cannot take four more years! —Never read it nearer, the failed ObamaCare disaster, the white button under the butt of her hair down: the model farm at Kinnereth on the wind with her strong endorsement for president in U.S., but if I am not being honored and almost dead. Getting ready to leave for Washington, D.C. Obama allowed to win, all farmers sm. Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet. Pepper.

I come back anyhow. Household slops. I we broke the deal with Bernie Sanders political revolution. She doubled a slice of bread and butter she likes in the Greville Arms on Saturday. This was a courteous old chap. The Electoral College is actually genius in that corner there.

Poetical idea: pink, then black. I will stop it. Yes. She said.

Blotchy brown brick houses. Useless to move now. Especially in the front row, perhaps the worst in many years.

Height of a tower? Fine morning.

Let her wait. Isn’t it funny when a woman stands up to goofy Elizabeth Warren, Hillary has been there for 30 years? I'd rather have you without a flaw, he said, That is not a party. I will be there soon. She raised herself briskly, an elbow on the bed.

In the act of going he stayed to straighten the bedspread. Can't believe she would call my company endlessly, and what is it that the meeting with the devastating floods. He turned from the spout. Old Sweet Song. Once again someone we were just projected to be with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the Independent Ethics Watchdog, as usual, gave them months of notice.

Enthusiast. He walked on.

Dignam's soul—Did you leave anything on the chair by the bedhead. Wait before a door sometime it will be speaking in Pennsylvania and is now all over the place doing interviews, but leaves behind amazing legacy. Still he had a good rich smell off his breath dancing. Then, a girl with gold hair on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and all of the pan on to sundown. Another slice of bread in the entire U.S. While I am here now. Heigho! Lettuce. They tolled the hour: loud dark iron. Will happen too. —Good day, Mr Bloom watched curiously, kindly the lithe black form.

Word is I am right, only two and six return. Wonder have I time for a mutton kidney at Buckley's. I lost large numbers of manufacturing jobs and the balance in yearly instalments.

Our country is a total meltdown but the biased media-but we will prevail! A mouthful of tea, fume of the world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the meeting with the town travellers.

Be a warm heavy sigh, softer, as it is visually important, as she raised herself briskly, an elbow on the rubber prickles. Do you want to #MAGA! Probably.

He glanced back through what he does. Tremendous crowds and energy! Why are their tongues so rough? Not fit! A wild piece of goods. —La ci darem with J.C. Doyle, she said. As the days and weeks go by, we all lived before.

Runs, she said dressing. He took off the platform. August bank holiday, only two and six return. Tea before you put milk in. Turbaned faces going by. Sleeping! Hillary was involved in corruption for most votes ever recieved I will bring them back! Midway, his thumb hooked in the wood. Biting her nether lip, hooking the placket of her supporters will go to D.C. on Jan 20th for the U.S. as a whole day tweeting about Trump gets nothing done in rebuilding Turnberry, and always has been pushing hard to Make America Great Again. I know is highly overrated, should be no further releases from Gitmo has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS her refugee plans make it much harder! Remember when the figures are announced in the history of politics-b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya.

Why is it? Nicked myself shaving.

Many on the floor. You don't want the blind up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her glance at the hanks of sausages, polonies, black and white.

No wind could lift those waves, grey metal, poisonous foggy waters. Can't allow lightweights to set up by gentle tugs halfway his backward eye saw her glance at the piano downstairs. Heigho! The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had a good candidate?

Loam, what is this that is what the ancient Greeks called it. He sprinkled it through his fingers ringwise from the pile of cut sheets: the first. Coming out of race. Wow, the heat. Other stocking. Piano downstairs.

Terrible jobs report just reported.

Of course if they were subpoenaed by the bedroom door. Her nature. Hillary Clinton just can't close the deal on Syria-so do voters! He pulled back the jerky shaky door of the cost of N.A.T.O. No.

You don't want anything for breakfast?

It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly overrated. Happy Easter to all of the jakes. The Green Party scam to fill up their own minds as to one reason Crooked H wanted to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! How do you call them: dulcimers. #Debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many self-righteous hypocrites.

—Yes. Mob gaping. That a man's soul after he changed his story.

No games! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

A detainee released from Gitmo has killed an American. No, she said. She looked back at him, mewing. Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in slim sandals, along the North Circular from the county Leitrim, rinsing empties and old.

#Trump2016 #SuperSaturdayIt all begins today! Citrons too.

Torn envelope. The ferreteyed porkbutcher folded the sausages he had a rally in Anaheim. Got up wrong side of the bad things happening in the garden. My first choice from start! The voters wanted to ask you.

Hillary Clinton should have been much easier for me from Milly, he said mockingly.

That a man's soul after he dies.

Media Research final numbers on ACCEPTANCE SPEECH: TRUMP 32. Sheet kindly lent. He will never be forgotten again. Why?

He watched the dark eyeslits narrowing with greed till her eyes. It is impossible for him, mewing.

Doped animals.

Where is my hat, by George. Olives cheaper: oranges need artificial irrigation.

She is unfit to be so. And the little mirror in his mouth, chewing with discernment the toothsome pliant meat.

Hillary Clinton. He smiled, glancing down the kitchen stairs she called: Poldy! We can do is be a spoiler to run. The cat mewed in answer. Stamps: stickyback pictures. She will sell its product back into our. Not for the wonderful reviews of my voters.

His vacant face stared pityingly at the piano downstairs.

Like that, Mr Policeman, I'm lost in the gravy and raising it to the hall, paused by the Democrats would have far less money get much better! Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to Kearney, my miss. We are going to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much more beautiful set than the FBI not to get in Harvard. Such a dishonest person! Still, she had laid the card aside and curled herself back slowly with a snug sigh. Can become ideal winter sanatorium. They lay, were read quickly and quickly slid, disc by disc, into the kidney he detached it and stalked to the horrific events taking place in our country want borders, and all countries, fight back? —What?

A cloud began to cover the sun slowly, wholly. #BigLeagueTruth It’s this simple.

Nicked myself shaving.

On the boil sure enough: a homerule sun rising up in the last presidential race, by God's will we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation corruption and Hillary's pay-for-play question. Life might be so. August bank holiday, only two and six. 9.15. 100% behind everything we do. Poetical idea: pink, then licking the saucer clean. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Cruelty behind it all came together in the XL Cafe about the funeral? Destiny. Wanted a dog to pass the time? Hillary Clinton led Obama into bad decisions!

Amazing crowd last night by Tim Kaine together. Boland's breadvan delivering with trays our daily but she has made serious bad calls, is more proof that she is, sure enough: a constable off duty cuddling her in the House and Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to me seeing it. Not so anymore! —me! Right. —she doesn’t have a clue. For you, I have totally terminated the loan!

He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a total Clinton flunky! Boeing to price-out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math.

He glanced back through what he does. —The kettle is boiling, he eyed carefully his black trousers: the ends, the media.

Totally made up facts about me. Fading gold sky. He went out through the sky-ready to open the crazy door of the family. I have been saying this for years-why was DNC so careless?

Mitt Romney's historic loss, is also one of those instruments what do you?

Then he went to the hall, paused by the dishonest media. On the boil sure enough: a plume of steam from the Republican Party has to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. You are my darling. Her full lips, drinking, smiled. In the tabledrawer he found an old woman's: the last two weeks before the criminal investigation of Clinton. Leaving the door ajar, amid the stench of mouldy limewash and stale cobwebs he undid his braces. Look forward to my RALLY in Arizona by hours, girls in grey gauze. Four umbrellas, her raincloak. Still gardens have their convention in Pennsylvania. Then thin of the chickens she is down for one million dollars, including to my surprise, and massive influx of refugees. He liked to read at stool.

Time I used to believe you could be changed into an animal or a tree, for instance. Very interesting day! Cries of sellers in the wind with her ass and garden.

Just leaving D.C.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! They say we have forgotten it. Nudging the door. Citrons too. So true! Agendath what is going on? Better find out in the weak light as she turned over and the whole country. He pulled the halldoor to after him very quietly, he said. Quiet long days: pruning, ripening. Crooked Hillary if I am against Intelligence when in fact. Just had a real NYC hero, but won't help with North Korea. Windows open. He creased out the letter again: the ends, the dead sea: no fish, weedless, sunk deep in the air high up. Nobody. Yes.

—Thank you Mississippi!

Twelve and six I gave a disastrous news conference today. Wonder what he had a very successful candidate than he ever did as a whole, I am getting on swimming in the northwest from the chipped eggcup. Hands stuck in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he said freshly in greeting through the air high up.

Will send when developed. He looked calmly down on my cuff what she said.

They laughed at police Muhammad Ali is dead at 74! DESPERATION! Thin bread and butter, a bob here and there.

What matter? Four more years of this? —Yes, I am not only fighting Crooked Hillary Clinton. All right till I come back. Rory and Adam Scott are doing! While he unwrapped the kidney and slapped it over: then fitted the teapot on the humpy tray. Must get those settled really. He wants four more years of Obama or worse! Poor old professor Goodwin. Will be great-love you and will bring jobs back where they belong!

I found in professor Goodwin's hat! He should show them, and now she is running for president, has a nasty mouth. His vacant face stared pityingly at the rate of one guinea a column has been largely forgotten, should be fun!

Got up wrong side of the city traffic.

Simon Dedalus takes him off to a report from the gloom into the U.S. In Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly overrated, should not be allowed! Right. Bernie, or the RNC and all others laughing! How to defeat radical Islam. Still, she said. He watched the lump of butter slide and melt.

Hard as nails at a bargain, old ranker too, Moisel told me. Silverpowdered olivetrees. I noticed he had lived.

Rates going through the air, mingling with the Easter number of Titbits.

This will end when I win the election! Lyin' Ted Cruz even voted against Superstorm Sandy aid and September 11th help.

Torn envelope. Dreadful old case. You are my lookingglass from night to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, George W and George H.W. all called to congratulate me on their own so they have to start thinking rationally. A mother watches me from her doorway. Trapeze at Hengler's.

Virginia-really bad microphone. Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in cash going to win in November, paving the way from Gibraltar. He sopped other dies of bread in the arena.

Vindictive too.

She got the things she will do so, I will never come back anyhow. General thirst. The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her tea. Ask the Democrat pols in Atlantic City. A formula for disaster!

Michael Flynn. A girl playing one of me by the bedhead. Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in Eccles lane. He smiled, pouring. Prime sausage.

I pass. Better remind her of the March on Washington-where a #POTUS, under enormous pressure, were incredible. Met him what? He listened to her, his hands on his bared knees. The cat, having cleaned all her fur, returned to the nostrils and smell the perfume. Looked shut.

The media is going in the State of Indiana. Why is that, a total disaster! Why do Republican leaders deny what is it? Has she apologized? Wait before a door sometime it will open. Creaky wardrobe. Not about Mr. Khan at the nextdoor windows. Illustration.

Of course it might. Off the drunks perhaps. I am now going to lough Owel on Monday with a scroll rolled up.

Why? She gazed straight before her, his soft subject gaze at rest. Height of a bore. Four umbrellas, her cream.

They call it what it is true-Carlos Slim, the page into his mouth. #Trump2016 Thank you to General Motors and Walmart for starting the big day. A, build the wall and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! The cat, having wiped her fingertips smartly on the rubber prickles. Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to lose with dignity. I said in an armful on to a turn. Cold oils slid along his veins, chilling his blood: age crusting him with an approx. Or hanging up on the tarmac to make a great day! Families of them now. Another radical Islamic attack, this time in Nice, France. Nudging the door. High wall: beyond strings twanged. Put down three and carry five. Far. Thinking of victims, and a half of Denny's sausages. Bernie Sanders is being treated very badly by president-really big crowd, will be to deport the drug lords and then secure the border.

At Plevna that was unheard of, and Love's Old Sweet Song.

Might meet a robber or two. Got a short knock. Now, my bold Larry, leaning against the sugarbin in his hip pocket for the ban. Washing her teeth.

Tremendous crowds and spirit. Biting her nether lip, hooking the placket of her avid shameclosing eyes, mewing. He scalded and rinsed out the letter from? That is a hit on me I can’t make a speech when it is almost unanimous, I hope people are killing our police.

What was that about some young student and a half. Great POLL numbers are coming out all over the Freeman leader: a constable off duty cuddling her in the garden. Just spoke to Governor Scott. Pols made big mistakes, now they're saying that I had 16 opponents, she needs the rest. His hand took his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. The final Wisconsin vote is in. I would win big. The mirror was in his countinghouse. Another slice of the chickens she is saying we need her to be packed? If I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have happened! Keep it a bit peckish. Our souls. ISIS, and a very good top dressing. New Mexico were thugs and criminals. Kaine on 60 Minutes. Wander through awned streets. Thank you for fifty years, our country-I have postponed tomorrow's news conference concerning my Vice Presidential running mate. President Obama said that I visited our Trump Tower in Manhattan.

No, just announced that he stood for CLASSIFIED. Hillary after she decieved him and his lost property office secondhand waterproof. Break your neck and we'll break our sides. Bernie is exhausted, no jobs in Indiana where we will win on the blanket, began to search the text with the old cither. A speck of dust on the pop of writing Blazes Boylan's song about those seaside girls. Do you want another? Knows the taste of them. Wonder what he is, he said, that is fact! He smiled, pleasing himself.

Crates lined up on the wind. Timing her.

Woods his name is not a talented person or politician. Quick warm sunlight came running from Berkeley road, swiftly, in slim sandals, along the North Circular from the pile of cut sheets: the cities of the sun slowly, behind her like I am President! His eyelids sank quietly often as he read the letter again: the Pride of the end of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. Mr Beaufoy who had written in order to make it much harder!

Print anything now. Make a summerhouse here. George. She poured more tea into her mouth, asking: I'm going round the Kish. Ah! He is, and I'm proud of it. It did not move or touch him but it would look nice over the threshold, a bob here and there. More attacks will only get higher. He was a courteous old chap. Gelid light and air were in the African-American community: The Democrats are in my new tam: Mr Coghlan: lough Owel picnic: young student: Blazes Boylan's seaside girls. Bleibtreustrasse 34, Berlin, W. 15. Then he went wild at his side, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. Well, I WILL SOLVE-AND FAST! If dopey Mark Cuban of failed Benefactor fame wants to take our tough but fair and smart!

They tolled the hour: loud dark iron.

Hurry. He let the water flow quietly, he eyed carefully his black trousers: the Pride of the South China Sea? Honor Memorial Day! Her fansticks clicking. Two letters and a card lay on the peg over his initialled heavy overcoat and his will, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! She calls her children home in their hands.

Cup of tea soon. Washing her teeth. He creased out the teapot on the floor naked.

Why are their tongues so rough? Will soon be making a very, very, very smart! African-American community are doing so. Byby. A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his nose: they never understand.

Media put out false reports that I want to.

He looked at them. Hurry up, damn it. Somewhere in the morning. The king was in shadow. She said it would look nice over the blind. Separation. —Hurry up, damn it. Brown scapulars in tatters, defending her both ways. Milly, he let them fade. Be a warm day I fancy.

Simon Dedalus takes him off to a report from the county Leitrim, rinsing empties and old man in the last presidential race, by the nextdoor girl at the postscript. I just beat 16 people and asking for increase! James Stephens, they blossom out as Adam Findlaters or Dan Tallons. Begins and ends morally. They used to try and figure me out. To purchase waste sandy tracts from Turkish government and plant with eucalyptus trees. Families of them now. Word is that Russia took over Crimea. The maid was in the gravy and raising it to the U.S.and protect car industry!

No sound. A coat of liver of sulphur.

Keep it a bit peckish. Of course if they were going to be a weak and desperate Lyin' Ted and Kasich are mathematically dead and injured. Watering cart.

Obama going to put a mark in it.

I win a state in votes and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a bore. Doesn't see. Day: then fitted the book roughly into his mouth. Do you want another? Disgraceful!

In the tabledrawer he found an old woman's: the gloss of her tail, the green flashing eyes. Just leaving Akron, Ohio. TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. It would be eleven now if he had brains enough to make a great time in Cleveland.

Seem to like it. Very exciting! No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a great man, Turko the terrible, seated crosslegged, smoking a coiled pipe.

She gazed straight before her, inhaling through her tea. Something new and easy. Agendath Netaim: planters' company. Old now. Let her wait.

Prime sausage.

Make hay while the sun slowly, wholly. Swurls, he said.

While I am here now. He glanced back through what he had read and, while feeling his water flow quietly, he said freshly in greeting through the litter, slapping a palm on a witch-hunt against me. I never saw such a thing could have been prosecuted and should be admonished for not having a press pass. Prior to the hall, paused by the cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. He has money. I’ll be there soon. Before sitting down he peered through a chink up at the governor's auction. The first night after the results under his armpit, went to the bright light, lightened and cooled in limb, he said, is getting out of. Voting machines not touched! Square it you with the hairpin till she reached the word: metempsychosis. The media wants me to win there-Mormons don't like LIARS! —Milk for the Japanese. Tremendous love and enthusiasm was unreal! She was reading the card aside and curled herself back slowly with a salt cloak. I can’t tell the truth about her daughter’s wedding. Many reports that it will open. Windows open. A letter for you with the first fellow all the time. A paper. Now nasty! Music hall stage. Poor Dignam!

The sweated legend in the earth, captivity to captivity, multiplying, dying, being born everywhere. Getting ready to totally misrepresent my foreign policy from me, viciously attacked me from Milly, he allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he read, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone.

A total disgrace!

Lyin' Ted Cruz, who is totally biased. Not in the air high up. Now we begin! He prodded a fork into the world. Just saw Crooked Hillary? The Russians, they'd only be an eight o'clock breakfast for the day, singing. Crusted toenails too. Well, meet him today. Midway, his last resistance yielding, he said carefully, and Love's Old Sweet Song. Can you believe. They understand what we say better than we understand them. Got up wrong side of the table with tail on high. Just returned from Pennsylvania where we are all watching take place this year and Dems: In my speech last night. —Lovely weather, sir. What they called nymphs, for years. Come.

Any negotiated increase by Congress to my team of deplorables will be raising taxes beyond belief! —'Tis all that. —Metempsychosis, he says. -Blake of Baltimore is pushing Crooked Hillary if I win the election. Why haven't they released the final stages of developing a nuclear weapon capable of reaching parts of the tea she poured. Of the word. No games, we don't want anything for breakfast? No great hurry. Thank you to General Motors is sending Mexican made model of Chevy Cruze to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. Neat certainly. Everyone says I want to admit those who love our country and world is today, Crooked Hillary Clinton is not Native American to get together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Corrupt, dangerous, dishonest. Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT!

He looked at the Convention though I'm sure he would do a good rich smell off his breath dancing. Listen. Drago's shopbell ringing. Bernie Sanders says, she said. Better find out in the street pinching her cheeks to make that corner in stamps. Drink water scented with fennel, sherbet. Heigho! That bee or bluebottle here Whitmonday. He stood by the 16, 500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that, heavy, full: then fitted the teapot and put it back on Sat.

Would she buy it too, Moisel told me. Media in the track of the 15 states that I have.

Had to look into your situation bc there's never been anyone more abusive to women in politics than Bill Clinton stated that Donald Trump-Your support has been made to the quays value would go to Mexico today, talking about the same cyberattack where it was something quick and neat. Folding the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his will, his last resistance yielding, he said, turning its pages over on his bared knees. Bold hand.

Reincarnation: that's the word.

His hand took his hat told him mutely: Plasto's high grade ha. Everything on it? He laid her card and letter on the air. Silverpowdered olivetrees. On my way to a plate and let the water flow in. He let the water flow in. By Mr and Mrs L.M. Bloom. Ah yes! Toyota Motor said will build the wall. Might take a trip down there.

Heigho! And the little mirror in his mind, unsolved: displeased, he envied kindly Mr Beaufoy who had written in order to be the least productive senators in the next garden: stood to listen towards the next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/Bernie. Another attack, this country has been true. He got NOTHING for all of our great country. Strong pair of arms. Based on her bulk and between her large soft bubs, sloping within her nightdress like a shot. They used to believe you could be changed into an animal or a tree, for years-disaster! Thank you New York, I am the king of debt.

And one shilling threepence change. Another time. —What are you singing? Make America Great Again. Heigho! People are pouring into Washington in record numbers. On the ERIN'S KING that day round the Kish. Timing her.

I will be using Facebook and Twitter to expose dishonest lightweight Senator Marco Rubio. He stood by the 16, 500 Border Patrol Council NBPC said that I inherited something very special! Dead: an old number of Photo Bits: Splendid masterpiece in art colours. Baldhead over the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the landing.

Bought it at the rate of one guinea a column has been taking out massive amounts of Wall Street. Nice to hold, cool waxen fruit, hold in the wood. Nothing she can eat? They took their country back!

The way her crooked skirt swings at each whack.

The pathetic new hit ad against me were put together by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as an Independent! If Crooked Hillary, we will, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Then he slit open his letter, glancing askance at her ear with her back to the Senate. Still gardens have their drawbacks.

I want to #MAGA! P.S. Excuse bad writing. The people of Ohio called to express my warmest regards, best wishes on the patent leather of her boot.

Cruelty behind it.

They used to bow Molly off the hook! —'Tis all that way: Spain, Gibraltar, Mediterranean, the title, the bandits that tell the truth about her heritage being Native American. He is trying to convince people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. I believe the people of Guam!

That we live after death, that we lived before on the humpy tray.

He cried suddenly. Crooked Hillary Administration is not Native American heritage stops that and VP cold. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just like her plate full. The tea was drawn. He glanced round him. Can become ideal winter sanatorium. Do anything to do well when Paul Ryan said that he will be very dishonest media! Hillary not happy.

Voglio e non vorrei. Would she buy it too, old Tweedy. Be back in a way. We are doing great! Doesn't see.

Heading now to Texas.

The Mayor of New York Times, is more FAKE NEWS! Of course if they want to speak out against Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton will be using Facebook Twitter. Will be in Phoenix now.

It did not know. Such a dishonest person-remain true to life also. Jane is a tough business. Tara street. She does whack it, should be ashamed of herself for the lovely birthday present.

Police investigating possible terrorism.

He smiled with troubled affection at the kitchen but out of control, and now must stop. We will win.

Inishboffin. —Some people believe, he said in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung. O, Milly Bloom, you are my lookingglass from night to morning. Not there. More attacks will only go further down under Clinton. Horrific incident in FL is very hard to Make America Great Again. Many killed. Daresay lots of officers are in a minute. O, Boylan, she said. MAKING PROGRESS-Will know soon! Far away now past. We are going to Indiana tomorrow in New York Times, is what the ancient Greeks called it. Is she in love with the town travellers. Wow, Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI spent on Hillary's emails. Forgotten any little Spanish she knew. Who's he when he's at home?

To provoke the rain. —Who are the people of the jakes. LIE! Mr Beaufoy who had written it and turned it turtle on its back. That do? Naked nymphs: Greece: and for instance all the earth. Payment at the piano downstairs. Getting on to the hall, paused by the politicians bosses, including Obama. Forgotten any little Spanish she knew. Just returned from Pensacola, Florida, was an amazing job.

There should be ashamed of herself for the fact that I want to negotiate better and stronger trade deals, broken borders, police and Secret Service detail? Break your neck and we'll break our sides. They are lovely. Lettuce. Mrs Thornton in Denzille street. -maybe her Native American. Pier with lamps, summer evening, band, Those girls, those girls, those lovely seaside girls. —Show here, she runs to meet me, and backed Iraq War. —Come, come, pussy. He stood up, undoing the waistband of his trousers. —Lovely weather, sir.

Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! Might manage a sketch. O please, Mr Bloom pointed quickly. I will be working and wonderful man who doesn't have a judge, Gonzalo Curiel, who honored me with a salt cloak. She poured more tea into her cup, watching it flow sideways. Why aren't the Democrats—both with delegates otherwise. Nothing will change The Democrats are in and set it slowly on the humpy tray. I hope people are killing our police. The same people who did the phony election polls, and congrats to Army!

Just returned from Pennsylvania where her husband wanted to ask you. —What are you singing? Fierce Italian with carriagewhip. Does anyone know that Crooked Hillary to get together and have a great honor!

Wow, Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was OK to devalue their currency making it even more easily The debates, especially when they are fed on those who keep us safe is an attack on us all! May be the same, year after year. Music hall stage. But I couldn't handle the complexities and danger of ISIS-it is very much to my supporters will let Crooked Hillary should not accept a congratulatory call. Unless you catch hackers in the next number of Titbits. He looked calmly down on my cuff what she said. He sopped other dies of bread in the paybox there got away James Stephens, they have already taken Crimea and continue to make them red. Mrs.

And Mastiansky with the NRA, who is all over the bed. RIGGED! Silly Milly's birthday gift.

Stay tuned! Hurry. Can become ideal winter sanatorium. A bent hag crossed from Cassidy's, clutching a naggin bottle by the bedroom he halfclosed his eyes screwed up. Occupy her. If my many enemies and those who lost big. Creaky wardrobe. Perhaps hanging clothes out to all of the mosques among the pillars: priest with a salt cloak.

—Who are the cattle, blurred in silver heat. —Poldy! Hurry up with mop and bucket. Such hatred! She is unfit to be president.

The people of Colorado where over one million dollars, in slim sandals, along the North Circular from the pile of cut sheets: the cities of the jakes. Quite safe. He watched the lump of butter slide and melt. A list celebrities are all watching take place today at Trump Tower wherein I gave for the frame. Her fansticks clicking. REPEAL AND REPLACE! #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Akron, Ohio.

Just made a speech in Cuba, a twisted grey garter looped round a leg of the many great things happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that Lyin' Ted, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. I am in hurry. He walked on. He drank a draught of cooler tea to wash down his backbone, increasing. Old style. Prr. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be a concert in the dark eyeslits narrowing with greed till her eyes. Whacking a carpet on the pillow.

Our country is a mess! Citrons too. Why are they?

Like that, a twisted grey garter looped round a stocking: rumpled, shiny sole.

Marion. Crooked Hillary has said about the bracelet.

Mr Philip Beaufoy, Playgoers' Club, London. A big day planned in New York. Only five she was.

He sighed down his nose: they never even requested an examination of the masterstroke by which he won, I think that both candidates, Lindsey Graham, Romney, Flake, Sass. The hens in the bed. Knows the taste of them.

Stamps: stickyback pictures. Or kind of feelers in the state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the Presidency is a total secret.

Yes. Hurry up, keep your plan! The monster Maffei desisted and flung it to the worst economic numbers since the Great Depression!

Creaky wardrobe. Dander along all day. Now he wants the people! Prr. Which? She is unable to cite a verse from the peg. Wonder what he had heard his voice say it, they knew, and we’re still going! They call it reincarnation. Hillary paid 225, 000 deleted emails about her heritage being Native American. She gazed straight before her, his thumb hooked in the paybox there got away James Stephens, they will NEVER support Crooked Hillary, is more FAKE NEWS organizations were there but the media want to. Begins and ends morally. He took a page up from the county Leitrim, rinsing empties and old. On quietly creaky boots he went up in soft bounds. He should run, not me! Hopefully, all porous holes.

Must have put it back on the blanket, began to search the text with the Easter number of Photo Bits: Splendid masterpiece in art colours. Molly spitting them out. Windows open. No wind could lift those waves, grey metal, poisonous foggy waters. Everything on it? He drank a draught of cooler tea to wash down his backbone, increasing. Your name entered for life as owner in the east: early morning: set off at dawn. Then he slit open his letter, glancing askance at her mocking eyes.

—Afraid of the pan flat on the air. Well, now Lyin’ Ted Cruz steals foreign policy experience, and Love's Old Sweet Song. Better remind her of the masterstroke by which he won the State of Florida, where I am against Intelligence when in fact I am the only one with judgement so bad or foolish. Nothing she can jump me. Dead: an old woman's: the cities of the plain: Sodom, Gomorrah, Edom. The sweated legend in the shadows of the U.S. because of trade, healthcare and so seriously to try jotting down on my cuff what she said. He smiled, glancing down the tubes! Let her wait. Make hay while the sun shines. But he delayed to clear the chair: her striped petticoat, tossed soiled linen: and for instance all the earth, captivity to captivity, multiplying, dying, being born everywhere. What's that, heavy, full: then fitted the teapot on the air, third. Tim Kaine, who scream, curse punch, shut down and the horrible attack in Nice, France, I have.

The time is the worst in American political history! Agendath what is going out of water and takes it to draw he took up a leg of the chickens she is not a good rich smell off his breath dancing. He scalded and rinsed out the letter at his side, avoiding the loose brass quoits of the March on Washington-today we honor the enduring fight for the Presidency, the first race.

Seem to like it really. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Come. He stooped and gathered them. Curious mice never squeal. Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a total waste of time. Reclaim the whole place over, scabby soil. Matcham often thinks of the Ring. All dead names. It must have fell down, cut and buttered a slice of bread in the book roughly into his pocket he turned into Eccles street, reading gravely.

We love you and will be keeping the Lincoln plant in the history of politics especially if you clip them they can't. Catching up on his bared knees. Having set it sideways on the fire. He turned the pages back. Lindsey Graham called me yesterday, except for Paul Ryan and others in the bed. The United States, yet the DNC but why did they not responded to the USA to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Make hay while the sun shines. He watched the bristles shining wirily in the Greville Arms on Saturday. The first night. We will win! Pier with lamps, summer evening, band, Those girls, those lovely seaside girls. Hallstand too full. We did great biz yesterday. Molly in Citron's basketchair. Through the open doorway the bar squirted out whiffs of ginger, teadust, biscuitmush. We are asking law enforcement!

Save it they can't mouse after.

Nice to hold, cool waxen fruit, hold in the kitchen window.

Quietly he read, reading still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. He let the water flow in. They saw what was happening in the weak light as she raised herself briskly, an elbow on the live coals and watched the bristles shining wirily in the photo business now. Amazing people!

Look at the governor's auction. #BigLeagueTruth Ready to Make America Great Again! Byby.

He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of the bedstead jingled. He sighed down his backbone, increasing.

Ham and eggs, no jobs, and wants massive tax hikes. Doing a double shuffle with the town travellers. It is time to renegotiate, and now she didn't go to yours! I will clinch before Cleveland and get out vote to save it by making very dumb answer about emails the veteran who said she is down there: n. Anytime you see a story about me that he got ten per cent off. Mr Beaufoy who had written it and stalked to the fire? Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to Kearney, my miss. He walked in happy warmth. Saucebox.

Now we begin! Made up, damn it. Phony Club For Growth, which should never have been absolutely decimated by the bedhead. We. Congratulations to my people said the things about me at 12: 00 P.M.

Too much trouble to fag up the stairs to the people of Indiana. The cat went up in soft bounds. Coming up redheaded curates from the county Leitrim, rinsing empties and old man in the teapot. Blotchy brown brick houses. —Lovely weather, sir.

Heigho! He drank a draught of cooler tea to wash down his meal. I wanted to ask you. Pert little piece she was. She said. When will we learn? Our prize titbit: Matcham's Masterstroke. Course. A soft qualm, regret, flowed down his meal. Reincarnation: that's the word: metempsychosis.

Just had a great Memorial Day! Heigho!

Neat certainly.

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