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Ventilating Truth

Ventilating Truth—Breathing… If ever we needed to ventilate, it is now…the thickening tragedy of lies have become too heavy for the respiration of living truth… Indeed…the dire situation has reached lunging capacity and the alveoli of reality are sparking gut-wrenching diarrheic retribution… Breathe people…breathe… check the yellowing mane… strings of manipulation pulling thin loose-lips of a sinking ship… Breathe people…breathe… the corona of truth shines its bright light of truth…glowing around the dark moon of the deceit of Americanism’s tragic turn… Be mindful… people …scapegoats come and go…in God, we must trust… rather than loaning our sacred lives to ill-fated government iniquities… As believers—in the Lenten resurrection— let us be about the business of resuscitation of our beloved dying nation—yes …ours—built by the blood-brick masonry of our Ancestors…

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