We all need forgiveness. What a blessing when the realization of that sinks in. Then repentance can come. With repentance comes change. With change comes the awesome experience of joy knowing we are released from self-centered addictions. With joy we can finally see the whole process as miraculous.
Category: Prose
The American Swamp 4
It puzzles me how any patriotic American with half a conscience could vote for Joe Biden.
There is evidence of corruption on Hunter Biden’s laptop reported by the New York Post. Toni Bobulinski has confirmed Joe Biden’s involvement providing evidence to the FBI and U.S. Senate. PJ Media reports that Kamala Harris may also be involved.
That various media sources refuse to report, distort or censor these stories suggest that this swamp is wide. They should all be investigated.
Many people who enjoy slandering Donald Trump don’t realize that they are being played. They are not themselves in the swamp. They have not been corrupted nor blackmailed by foreign interests. They have not received financial reward for the service of their hatred. They have just been deluded by these powerful swamp denizens. The swamp should be the focus of their energy, not Trump, but it appears they can’t even see it.
When these misguided people finally realize what’s going on, and refocus their energies where they should be, it will be amazing how fast we see this swamp drained with their righteous help.
I am a registered Democrat in Miami Beach, Florida. I voted for the President, Donald Trump, and I predict he will win on November 3rd. Then I predict he, along with the help of others, will drain this swamp.
I am grateful that the Senate confirmed Amy Coney Barrett as an Associate Justice of the U.S. Supreme Court with a vote of 52 to 48.
Spooky Swamp
This woods is gorgeous, but it has a peculiar swamp.
Those who’ve found it became wealthy from unethical dealings. Envious of their wealth others found it. They became wealthy, too, but at similar costs. If the swamp knew you might pay, it would appear to you.
Decades later their bodies putrefied. Neighbors heard the screams. They prayed for a miracle that the curse of putrefaction be removed.
A traveling preacher advised them, “Accept Jesus, repent and turn from your immorality.” They hissed back, “We’ll repent to any stupid God you like, but that money, our money, belongs to us.”
Linked to Carrot Ranch’s October 22 Flash Fiction Challenge where Charli Mills offers the challenge of a spooky tale told around a campfire.
The American Swamp 2
While listening to Rudy Giuliani’s Common Sense, Episode 78, I began to realize the extent of the political scandal described by the New York Post in its expose of the emails and graphics on Hunter Biden’s abandoned hard drive. Giuliani has been approaching this evidence using the Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations (RICO) Act which he has used in the past against the Mafia and others.
This is a perfect case for it because this Biden family was engaging in the business of crime and their commodity – Joe’s public office. And Joe, you will see, shared in the proceeds which is clearly admitted by his co-conspirators.
Rudy Giuliani, Federal Crimes Uncovered in Biden Hard Drive, October 16, 2020 (about 4:25)
The initial part of the evidence covers dealings with foreign interests in Iraq, Russia, Ukraine and China. Listen to the details for yourself. Giuliani states his case very well.
Can one trust Joe Biden to drain the American swamp? Why would he want to? Even if he wanted to, how far could he get being compromised by these foreign interests?
The irrational opposition and hatred that we have all seen thrown at Donald Trump over the past four years is evidence that some very influential people in the swamp know that they can not corrupt Trump. So they have to persistently and repeatedly slander him and sabotage the country hoping that by doing so they can prevent Trump from being re-elected.
They know that Trump is the type of person who would not only be motivated to drain their precious swamp, but he is also the person with the precise personality traits needed to actually do it.
That is why I voted for him.
The American Swamp
The recent email evidence, confirming what many have suspected, that Hunter Biden enriched his family by providing foreign interests access to his father then Vice-President Joe Biden is one of the main reasons not to vote for Democratic candidates during this election.
There are other reasons, but this should be enough for any American who claims to have any sense of loyalty to the United States. This swamp is deep and wide. And it’s putrid. Joe Biden isn’t the only one in it. Nor will the Democratic Party drain it.
Here is a summary of the crisis from Tucker Carlson:
As disclosure, I am a registered Democrat in Miami Beach, Florida. I have already voted in an absentee ballot for Donald Trump. I also made sure I did not vote for any Democrat on that ballot. I don’t trust any of these candidates.
This swamp needs to be drained.
Field – Six Sentence Stories
The field was wide, but the path was narrow avoiding the mines. We could sense the shadow of death through the destroyed tanks on each side of us, but this was the only way to get there. Others depended on us and we depended on them to make the right decisions.
We made it through the field before sunset. Thanks to those who came before us and to those who came with us, we all did.
During the battle that continued for three more weeks, and long after that, I was not the only one who felt joy that in spite of being broken we were still found worthy to serve.
Linked to Six Sentence Stories where Denise offers the prompt word “field” for these stories of six sentences.
One of my micro-stories, “Door”, was published in Whispers and Echoes‘ Tiny Terrors theme. I am grateful to the editor Sammi Cox for selecting it.
Kid Gloves
“You see how those trees hug the shore. They didn’t wear kid gloves to do that. They grabbed on with everything they had. You’re going to have to deal with Bernard the same way.”
“How many times do I have to tell him to stop drinking? He’s like a misshapen piece of fired pottery that can no longer change.”
“Those trees look unchangeably misshapen to me as well. The problem is not every tree that grabbed the shore was able to hold on long enough for strong roots to develop.
“If Bernard doesn’t change he’ll fall off the shore.”
Linked to Carrot Ranch’s October 8 Flash Fiction Challenge where Charli Mills offers the them of “kid gloves” for these 99-word stories.
Resistance – Six Sentence Story
“Any God Who makes a difference, any God Who really matters, doesn’t need the path of least resistance. He shows His presence best by choosing the weak and broken, putting them in danger and then protecting them Himself should they accept His assignments.”
Waiting in the bomb shelter Jeremy was worried because he knew he was, like the others down there, broken beyond human repair. He worried that he would not accept or even recognize any such assignment should one be offered to him and then shamed when he realized that the honor was passed on to someone else.
Jeremy felt Rachel shivering next to him inside her blanket. He opened his blanket and wrapped it tightly around both of them, holding her close, wondering, after doing so, whether it was possible in this awesome reality they were caught up in to accept and fulfill an assignment without even knowing it.
Linked to Six Sentence Story where Denise offers the prompt word “resistance” to be used in a story of six sentences.
Revival
I noticed on YouTube an excerpt from The Return on September 26th of Jonathan Cahn’s call for revival as a prophetic word to America. If you watch it, look for what he does with the pottery, notice the response of thunder and embrace the urgency of his appeal.
What I found impressive was Rabbi Cahn’s concern for lives that should matter, but lives that we have thrown away through our misguided, toxic self-righteousness.
And if you say, ‘black lives matter’, we agree, surely they do, but how do you say, ‘black lives matter’, and say nothing of all the black lives killed in this land before they could even breathe their first breath. How can you be silent before the shed blood of millions of black sons and daughters? How do you not protest all the abortion clinics strategically placed in black neighborhoods for the purpose of destroying black lives? None of these ones can speak the words, ‘black lives matter’, because their lives did not, but if they could, if they could speak, they would ask, ‘Why did our black lives not matter?”
Jonathan Cahn, The Return, September 26, 2020. Starting about 12:30 in the video linked above.
Dusty Trail
The horse stopped. Bill saw the rattlesnake ahead of him. It was coiled ready to spring. Bill and the snake stared at each other waiting to see who would make the first move.
Bill had no fear of snakes. Indeed some people thought he was one himself especially with the crafty way he dealt with people.
The snake began acting strange. It uncurled itself. Instead of leaving in the brush it twisted itself into a circle and put its tail in its mouth.
That was all Bill needed to see. He pulled out his revolver and fired.
“Stupid snake.”
Linked to Carrot Ranch’s October 1 Flash Fiction Challenge where Charli Mills offers the theme of dusty trail for these 99-word stories.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 