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Friends Cattle farmers in the Netherlands are being TOLD to reduce by 50 percent their livestock farms, because of the Nitrogen gases the Cattle produce. There is 78 percent Nitrogen levels in the world, it is what the world is made up of, so why are these Politicians forcing the farmers to cut the livestock farms by 50%? Tens of thousands of farmers are Protesting. They are driving their tractors and blocking roads, and Grocery stores. They are tired of this New World Order CONTROL, of being told what to do with their Crops and Cattle farms. The Farmers have finally had enough and it has gotten so bad that Grocery store shelves in some areas are Empty! The Farmers and the People in the Netherlands are aware of what these Globalist are trying to do in creating food shortages by demanding the farmers to reduce by 50% their cattle farms The News in America have been Silent. Ask yourself why that is. Obviously they dont want us to know here in the States that people are standing up to their Orchestrated Agendas for fear of Americans doing the same. Ask yourself What is going on in the World we live in. What are they trying to do to our food, especially beef supplies. Friends Please start realizing what is happening around you, by these Global Elites. Understand that they control the Media and they arent reporting all the devastation they are creating all over the world and here in the states. They have destroyed 95 food processing plants within six months. If you search the lying fact check that they control, it will tell you it is not true. Please be diligent in verifying everything, and be a critical thinker always checking and verifying what you hear from the Main stream Media. Get your houses in Order and start stocking up on Food. God bless you all... PS another corrupt Politician resigns. Boris Johnson, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. These are the World leaders people Trusted. Friends he resigned because he got caught. Dont put faith in your Leaders, most of them are corrupt, put your faith in Jesus, for he is the only Truthful One to Trust. God bless you all. Have hope and don't trust but Verify...
They have shut down A Call For An Uprising on YouTube He has a new Channel.
The Prepared Homestead on YouTube is another great Channel to get the Truth.
We are a plethora of flavors,
Bubbling in a silver crockpot
Seductively salty, carrot friendly,
Our potatoes cut in squarest chunks.
We bob up, and see our reflection in an oval lid.
Huge woman plops a spoon in our swirling liquid.
She takes a slurp of us. Stirs in an extra bunch
Of cut tomatoes. Our carrots back off,
Allowing the red chunks the necessary space to sink.
Happily steaming, simmering, we are soon poured into bowls
Our peas and broth wink when we see our friend,
Cornbread, oozing with melted honey butter on a blue plate
Next to our matching blue resting bowl.
Being consumed with cornbread is preferable
To being swallowed with those salty pointed crackers.
The whole family feels appreciated and loved. Cornbread winks.
Giants will be sleeping soon. Feeling the gentle rise and fall
of their warm tummies we will laugh, and dance and sing,
Proud that we are responsible for their satisfactory sleep.
Have I ever told you about my friend,
a mechanic by the name of John?
Oh, the countless stories that he can tell
of the hunting trips that he’s been on.
He’s taken down many a whitetail,
but most people would be intrigued to know
about the time that Johnny tussled with
and then ate a god-damned Wendigo!
It happened about ten years ago,
up north in Maine’s ever-rolling green pines,
Johnny was up to bag himself a moose,
figured it would be one hell of a time.
But on his hunt he got turned all-around,
though he still won’t admit he was lost,
soon he had eaten all his beef jerky,
leaving him starving in cold, northern frosts.
It was then in this desperate state
that a bizarre sight came to his eyes:
A beast that stood on two feet, like a man,
though it towered, at least ten feet high.
It had clawed hands, and the greyest of skin,
on its head huger antlers spread, upturned,
its muscles were ropy, not an ounce of fat,
canine teeth sat beneath eyes that burned.
“Wendigo,”Johnny said at the sight,
calling up on all his folk wisdom,
a monster that natives once greatly feared,
a beast born out of cannibalism.
Some say they were men who ate fellow man,
and were then cursed with madness, living death,
others said they were beasts, roaming around,
every hungry for more human flesh.
Johnny could see, even from a distance,
that this monster had never been a man,
as the beast salivated, Johnny brought up
the hunting rifle, right into his hand.
He felt his stomach gurgle, still empty,
then looked at the monster in his way,
Johnny said,”Mythical creature or not,
when you’re hungry, a steak is a steak!”
He fired four shots, straight into it’s chest,
turning grey skin into a smear of red,
the monster looked shocked, more than angry,
then collapsed to the ground and lay dead...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Elmont was hungry
He needed money
Trying not to be bitter
Hearing the bull sifting through the ticket litter
Two bucks thrown away
Nothing came through his way
Headed home
All alone
Planning what to tell his bookie on the phone
And there it appeared
Saying he had nothing to fear
Wiping a tear
Suddenly, seeing a gigantic steer
“He has a lot of raw meat
When grilled at the proper heat
Tangy and sweet”
But how does Elmont take
This beef cake
From the grazing land
To the hamburger stand
Elmont thought and sought
How this entrée could be caught
Go up to the main course on the lawn
And say ‘you are not going to see the dawn’
‘I am in control
Going to take you in on my patrol’
With a little light left
Moos could even be heard by the deaf
He found one wanting to be cooked
Slaughtered and seasoned as stated in the good book
“Moo” said the cow
Elmont answered him with a pow
A few hours later
His loving partner was the waiter
“You tipped the cow way too much
And he didn’t like where you touched
I took spare ribs out of the freezer
Enjoy them at your leisure”
It took work
To barbeque the pork
An interesting selection
No need for rejection
Even though Elmont did not get a steak dinner
His wife tonight was the true winner
Corned beef
25 years ago, I found in the attic of a small hotel
briefly used as headquarter by British troops after
the war, a tin of bully beef.
I opened the tin, the meat looked lovely and fat
cut a slice tasted as made yesterday.
Later in the evening, I made a stew of potatoes
onions and carrots, added the corned beef, for
refugees, a Polish family of five; yes, the Poles too
had once been refugees, not one would think so
closing their border for other asylum seekers.
As it was their first hot meal since they bedraggled
arrived, they ate well; the next day, over the cornflakes
I was glad to see they were well.
About corned beef, a friend of mine, Alex Skillen, had
been a cook in the army, now he worked at a plant
assembling cars in Ellesmere Port, he liked bully beef
we used to go to the British Lion, play darts and
drink beer, he loved my little books and told people
about it; he was a fan.
Once, he told me he had made the observation that
workers went to strike more under labour than
the Tories, I resisted saying there had been no labour
party since Clement Atlee’s government.
Smith’s Octopuses Party On Pontoons
Rumor Has It My Dear
Rumor has it my dear something spectacular is near
Bring your batik hats to our grand lavish scene
Wear flowing Kebeya robes
Let them flow in the air
We’re having our party upon the ocean
On pontoons made of bamboo notions
Flown in from Indonesia with crews
Planks will connect all the segments
Chris Christie will help with construction
Bridging rafts with bamboo shoots & roots
(We understand he understands bridges)
Yachts will punctuate the festivities
Covered in purple red flowers with care
Tied to the floating swaying affair
McCartney and Sting will be there
Octopuses Garden is the theme
And Paul will bring Ringo to sing
The Clinton's and Bushes are on the list
Paparazzi will see if they kiss or do tricks
And who can resist our guests of honor
Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt
The main menu is set like this;
Foie gras loco moco carne
Matusaka beef
Pheasant/Mallard breast roast
Beluga Sevruga, Osetra caviar
Goût de Diamants, Taste of Diamonds champagne
Haute chocolate ice cream
This all seems like a dream
We pray that the weather holds up
The only waves we wish to see is from us
In the form of greetings and pleasantries
The party has been planned for ages
If storms should gather
It won’t really matter
We’re thankful
The Royals, Mr.& Mrs. Smith are here
To weigh down pontoons and rafts
With billions in sacks of gold trinkets
Door prizes for sure, (sorry no doors), for those who attend
500 guests will arrive at the gala
A date with Mick Jagger and two jaguars
Assured for each person as gifts guaranteed
Compliments of King & Queen Smith
Whose parties should never be missed
A mystery guest, no surprise
A legend in his own mind
Mr. Trump and his hair might arrive
Since the pope is preoccupied
We’ll sway to the music with fine company
All are welcome to our heavenly scene
At the octopuses party on the sea
7/11/14 Rumor Has It contest
Ingredients
6 tablespoons salted butter
1 small red bell pepper, sliced
1 small yellow bell pepper, sliced
1/2 yellow onion, sliced
1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
8 ounces thinly sliced deli roast beef
Couple dashes of Worcestershire
2 tablespoons whole-grain mustard
4 slices thick-sliced bread (Texas toast)
4 slices provolone cheese
1/4 cup Homemade Cheese Sauce
Directions
Special equipment: a panini maker, optional
Heat 2 tablespoons of butter in a large skillet over medium heat. Add the peppers and onion, season with the salt and cook, stirring occasionally, until soft and golden, 8 to 10 minutes.
Throw the roast beef into the same skillet, breaking it up a little as you go. Add a few dashes of Worcestershire and warm for about a minute or so. Remove from the heat.
To build: Heat a panini maker (or set a grill pan or skillet over medium-low heat).
Spread half of the mustard onto a slice of bread and top with 2 slices of provolone. Add half of the beef and veggie mix. Top with half of the Homemade Cheese Sauce and another slice of bread. Spread the top side of the bread with 1 tablespoon of butter. Repeat and build the second sandwich.
Invert the sandwiches butter-side down on the hot panini maker (or grill pan or skillet). Spread another tablespoon of butter on each of the tops.
Close the panini maker and grill until the bread is crusty and golden and the cheese is melted, 4 to 5 minutes. (If using a grill pan or skillet, carefully flip the sandwiches halfway through.) Slice in half and ENJOY.
Feel the knot feel the knot
twist and turn, back and forth
nausia gets worse much worse
whats happening
bloated belly a force full relief
first times good, seconds a high class blended treat
a smelly brownish stew
my stomaches waste and rejection
consisting of unwanted vegetables;
cluttered with partial unwanted tainted meat
Yellow pasty stomach vial
bloody broth, colourful fibers
piled in front of me unhealthy toxic relief
mysterious yet obvious pungent odors
spread about through hot steam as would with stewed beef
a work of waste a work of art radiates and exubes from the unhealthy me...
Number forty six - White House occupant re:
guarding President elect Joe Biden
Within mein hermitage
now dwells one euphoric troglodyte who wept
upon hearing unbelievable news,
(albeit at snail's pace schlepped
finally proclamation emancipation
gave reasonable rhyme yours truly to ejaculate
(not prematurely), subsequently I leapt
into the air, and kept
myself aloft completing
one after another sumersault and except
for minor nuisance of gravity
nevertheless landed feet first and crept
back into mine mancave adept
to survive alone in the wilderness.
Seventy four million popular votes
tallied across country,
gives ample reason to grind hips and bump,
(cuz the most votes
cast for any presidential candidate in history),
which Republican contender finally plopped
hook line and anchored
courtesy Taj Mahal replica sinker
into dustbin of history
good riddance electorate voted out
loutish oaf, which voters chose to dump
best mandated to cavort with zoot suited frump
on any given Wednesday available to hump
rotund barenaked lady merging
into humongous protoplasmic lump.
Caught red handed concerning
more'n where's the beef
stole 2016 election
under nose of Hillary Clinton
abused role, when tasked
as commander in chief
good ole Charlie Brown nemesis
caused nothing but grief,
hence yours truly quite elated
upon occasion when figurative new leaf
turned over and booted out
as more onerous than Baghdad thief.
Hit the ground running
with nary a second to waste
Joe Biden, Kamala Harris and company
proving their steely eyed mettle
after victory lap Democrats did taste
usher in COVID-19 game plan
bolstering pandemic defences
where prior administration sorely misplaced
priorities United States Lady Liberty
wantonly, undeservedly, subsequently
her reputation disgraced.
Hope springs eternal - ah tis amazing grace
yours truly suddenly brimming with optimism
able bodied diverse cabinet to erase
formerly inept sycophants with intentions base
running amok within White House
at long last competent candidate won the race
adieu Donald Trump, who
did disappearing act at Mar-A-Lago without a trace
sore loser teed off absent American
delivering his humiliating defeat coup de grâce.
Her office was in Middlesex New Jersey
She had been a Cattle Broker in
the brokerage Firm of
"The States of America United Cattle Co."
an affiliations of Dairy farmers and Cattlemen
who ship cattle, Milk, cheeses and beef
across a wide assortment of places.
A cattle Rancher from Denmark sold
his family farm and came to America
with his Nigeria wife. They came to America
and bought 460Acres of land and 100 Jersey cattle
they breed Wagyu and Belgium Blue mixes for beef
But they reserved the Jersey cattle for ice-cream milk and
cheese.
" oh wonderous the toils of farming
a wonderous toil indeed"
he once wrote of his happy life with his
beautiful model like wife.
He once said he loved her because she loved him
but said "more often then nought
that she could get down and dirt with the best of them!"
When he learned to invest in Brown Swiss Cattle to
yeild a greater and more profitible
cheese harveest he did and he learned to thank Plutus for the advice.
Nanna, Apis and Hathor spoke to Plutus and told Plutus that
they'd support the union of our breeds and the adivce would
profit him, his family and his community. The increase of your produce and increase of
your flock Plutus spoke to him saying. The Charrasco shall play to the praises of God: that he and he alone hast blessed me.. That he has caused the grasses
to grow and our herds to mulitply. Now we might guard and perserve them.