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MADNESS AND FEAR AT BAY AS MY FAMILY WITHSTAND THE TOTAL OVERALL EFFECTS THAT STOLEN VALOR HAS CAUSED THIEVES INVADED OUR HOME SEARCHING FOR MY WAR HERO MEDALS DOCUMENTS TO IMPERSONATE HIM IN WASHINGTON DC KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS CONVENTION THIS HAS CAUSE HIM GREAT STRESS WE ARE BOTH DEVASTATED BY THIS CRUEL ACT HORRID IMPACT FRUSTRATION DEEP SADNESS RELIVING VIETNAM RELIVING THE TRIUMPH OF WAR RECIEVING MEDALS JUST TO HAVE THIEVES BREAK INTO OUR HOME EXPLOITING WOUNDED WAR HEROS POW IS IT ENVY JEALOUS HATRED OR MALICE MY PRAYERS ARE WITH THESE BRUTAL IDENTITY THIEVES IMPERSONATING A WOUNDED WAR HERO IN AMERICA THE MANCURIAN CANDIDATE EXPOSING SENSITIVE MILITARY DOCUMENTS MIND TAMPERING THE EMOTIONAL STATE OF STOLEN VALOR IS INDEED COMPLETELY DEVESTATING FOR MY FAMILY I HAVE TO PICK UP THE PIECES AS WE COPE WITH THE MENTAL TORTURE MENTAL CRUELTY UNFAIR PRACTICE WE ARE ALWAYS AIRBORNE SCREAMING EAGLES WEST MOORLAND VIETNAM GOD BLESS AMERICA STOP STOLEN VALOR STOP HURTING VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES
President Elect Alexandria Ocasio Cortez - 2024
Circa...Approximately one month
following her thirty fifth birthday
October 13th, 2024
AOC became the first
female commander in chief,
and youngest person ever
to assume Oval Office
amidst landslide victory
among competing candidates
ousting current establishment incumbent,
elected to serve United States
despite being neophyte,
she received most
votes of any contender
since founding of Democracy
to assume modestly furnished
Capitol Hill - Washington
District of Columbia
most powerful post
within the United States
immediately electrifying North America
with her megawatt smile
crackling, snapping, and popping
with positivity, integrity, energy...
Deafening applause swept across nation
upon ascending dais prior to uttering one word,
she immediately wowed
darling of the hour received standing ovation
across greensward donned bajillion crowd
cheering, imploring, pumping...
green sleeved fists acclamation
action speaking decibels
louder than words bowed
young lady brought to genuine tears,
asper bona fide accreditation
understandable that newly
minted ma'am felt proud
to stride rite, (an air of modest
confidence) did enshroud,
sans an angelic halo augmenting
as optimistic words heard aloud
heralded sincere charming, intimating,
radiating... no frills accustomation
as if pledging troth to every citizen
(inclusive every flora and fauna) vowed
to steer ship of state toward ecologically,
environmentally, essentially...activation
away from fossil fuels shifting energy
consumption vis a vis alternate modalities
sow rejuvenation plowed
back into Earth prioritizing monied allocation
(dollar amount well worth investment) actualization,
where future generations will be grateful
to dead recent forebears for gift endowed
worth more than fine spun gold regarding
preservation of Gaia, how *****sapiens adaptation
made existence for all living creatures
(animals, plants, even this fungi) healthier allowed
populace to breathe easy and rest assured
quality of life for billions (ushering universal
family planning), despite tense adjudication,
especially when linkedin with
nuclear warheads disavowed,
but eventually kickstarted synergistic administration.
The Great Northern Road Trip is meant to follow Highway 2 from Washington to Maine.
That’s how it was drawn up…that is how it is known
but along the way (Seattle, Olympic, Glacier, Banff) we’ve tried to make this trip our own.
Today we were back on Highway 2 heading to Havre (pronounced Have-er), Montana
which should make the creators of the Great Northern Road Trip smile…
because we’ll be taking Highway 2 across Montana…633 more miles.
Today was basically a traveling day but we still had a chance to stop
In Cut Bank, Montana where we paused…filled with elation
to see the 27 foot penguin announcing Cut Bank as the coldest spot in then nation.
North Dakota disagrees, saying some of it’s cities are colder,
Grand Forks, Williston and Fargo to name a few
but…if a 27 foot penguins says it…you know it must be true.
Highway 2 across this part of Montana …is long and monotonous
so to fight a portion of the trip that can be mundane
we stopped to watch the sweet grass swaying across the plains.
Yes, since the road was completely empty…..we stopped the car…got out
to watch the golden grasses of Montana dancing in the breeze
and for a moment it felt like the two of us were aboard a ship upon the seven seas.
We’ve gotten use to seeing huge mountains, big beautiful lakes, an occasional grizzly bear
today, however, on our Great Northern Road Trip…we saw none of these
but we did see a 27 foot concrete penguin
and fields of sweet grass dancing in the breeze.
Because pausing at some of these little things
still beautiful, still interesting but a little lesser known
is just another way along the road
we make this trip our own.
It's Time We Had A Party
By Franklin Price
8/4/2017
It's time we had a party, threw the tea into the bay.
I'm only speaking figuratively, this is what I have to say.
The Sons of Liberty arose when England did us bad
Now Congress, through inaction, brings us back to times they had.
England ruled us way back then and ruled without regard.
Were not allowed to rule ourselves, being under thumb was hard.
Now Congress sits upon its thumbs and seldom can agree,
It's time that we the people threw the Congress in the sea.
If, like me, you're troubled, by no hands across the aisle
With Congress doing nothing, to make we the people smile
There's no cooperation between the Right and Left,
Their salaries are seldom earned, it's more than petty theft.
We finally have a president who wants to make us fine.
He wants to make us great again, make congress toe the line.
They'll be damned if that will happen, they only want to get him out
Their unearned pay's in jeopardy, of this they have no doubt.
They blame the Russians on him they're the reason that he won
They know he's not a politician and may get a little done
He wants to save this country from the swamp in Washington
He's not the one that Congress wants; he's not their chosen son.
Mid term elections coming, all House seats are up for bid,
Contact your representative, remind him of what he did.
If he has done nothing to help us to a better place
Work hard to see he's voted out, no more to see his face
The same goes for the Senators whose terms are at an end
Who are blocking any progress for you and me, my friend
Get off their selfish wagons if they have no thought for you
Make them go fend for themselves and find something else to do.
Find ones who for this country care, not one's who power seek
Make your voice heard loud and clear. Do not be mild and meek.
We the people must be interested and boot do-nothings out.
In the end we are the government, that's what the U.S.A.'s about.
The creek rise rolled in mixed with fog
Dampness coats shrubs and trees
Morning Doves sing through it all
Yet no sound from the bees
Another bird sings its sweet tune
Can't place its unique name
Though there are Mockingbirds in flight
And house finches almost tame
The mockingbirds are so disturbed
I wonder what the fight
Could a sneaky snake be around
Trying to take a bite
They sound like the democrats
Stirring up another round
Nothing can be done in Washington
And we pay those hounds
Another flow of thick creek rise
It's so damp and foggy here
Almost like my thinking is thick
Confused since end of year
I am the University of Yale
Opens its door.
I am the beginning of the
Revolutionary War.
I am one of the 13
Colonies.
I am the Sons of Liberty
Ideologies.
I am the Pilgrams at Plymouth
Rock.
I am the Boston Tea Party thrown
Off the dock.
I am the day the Navy was
Created.
I am Paul Revere the midnight
Ride awaited.
I am Ben Franklin and
Nathan Hale.
I am the Declaration of
Independence in detail.
I am the Bill of Rights and
Betsy Ross.
I am George Washington he
Is the boss.
I am the making of the U.S.
Marines.
I am a patriot breaking away
From the Queen.
I am the Bunker Hill
Battle.
I am Benedict Arnold and
His psychobabble.
I am Samuel Adams and
Thomas Payne.
I am the Boston massacre
Independence gained.
I am the colonial era and
The Sugar Act.
I am the Pilgrams and natives
Made a pact.
TURBO1904
THEY USED A ROCKET TO MOVE THE SHERE TO ANOTHER AREA.
IT WAS SUPPOSSED TO ONLY MOVE ABOUT FOUR TO FIVE MILES AWAY, IT WINDED UP GOING AND IT KEPT GOING UNITL
IT DISAPPEARED. IT'S BELEIVED TO
HAVE BEEN SWALLOWED BY A BLACK HOLE. AND NOW IS GOD KNOWS WERE.
SIX YEARS LATER. A MESSAGE STARTED COMING OVER A RAIDO STATION IN FRANCE. IT INTERUPPED A COMMERCAIL RADIO SHOW. THE RADIO STATION HAD KNOW WAY OF ANWSERING THE REQUEST TO SPEAK TO NASA. THEY CALLED THE AMERICAN SPACE CENTER IN WASHINGTON.
WITH THE REPORT OF WHAT THEY HAD EXPEREINCED. THE FRENCH RADIO STATION BECAME THE MOST POPULAR STAION IN THE WORLD. UNTIL THE GOVERMENTS DISCONTED THE TRANSMITION.
WE LEARNED THAT
LIFE EXSITED ON ANOTHER PALNET, AND THYEY SENT PICTURES
WHICH NEVER SHOWED UP UNTIL,
ONE DAY IN MORRACO A TELEVISION STATION WAS INTERUPTED BY THE SAME TELECAST. ONLY THIS WAS SIX WEEKS LATER. THEY SAW WHAT APPEARED TO BE LARGE CREATURE AND THESE HUMANS, IN VEGATAION.
BY CELP SATTER KUASIER
SCEINTIST FROM
SWEDEN
Salute
Bunker Hill, Yorktown, Lundy’s Lane,
Monterey, Bull Run, Gettysburg, Shiloh,
Antietam, St. Mihiel, Belleau Woods,
D-Day, Saipan, Iwo Jima, The Bulge,
Chosin Reservoir, Pork Chop Hill,
Ia Drang, Khe Sanh, Hamburger Hill,
Iraq and Afghanistan.
Famous battles in American history.
Washington, Scott, Grant, Lee, Custer,
Pershing, Patton, Eisenhower, Nimitz,
MacArthur, Westmoreland, Abrams.
Famous leaders in American history.
We are all familiar with these names and places.
But what about the nameless men and women?
The faceless citizens who gave up families, jobs,
education, comfort.
The ones who gave America their blood, bodies,
minds to defend us and set others free.
Their blood has stained countless lands.
Their wounds, physical and mental,
should remind us that freedom is not cheap.
The noncoms, privates, petty officers, junior officers.
The occupants of The Tomb of the Unknown,
the Punch Bowl, the French cemeteries, Arlington,
and countless unknown graves.
The living dead who suffer from grievous wounds
and PTSD.
These are the true heroes.
Meet the Press
By Franklin price
Written after watching Meet the Press on
4/30/2017
Meet the Press, a good example
Of what is wrong today
That keeps this country on the edge
That someone must have their way
A question I am questioning
Doesn't help us get along
Not only was it questionable
I believe that it was wrong
The essence of the question
Please answer me this rhyme
“Is it Washington or the President
Who's winning at this time?”
To even ask the question
Should raise a knowing smile
Indicates that there are sides to take
No way to reach across the aisle
We're not in competition
If we are we shouldn't be
We need now to cooperate
In common rationality
To say that we are fighting
Waiting for the bell to ring
That someone must be the loser
Doesn't get us anything
We must take off the boxing gloves
Or we'll go down the drain
Must hurry to the station
Or, once again, we'll miss the train
Neither Washington nor the President
Should be allowed to have their way
The winners should be the people
Of the grand old U.S.A.
I tell u what shell b the first to tell you
Tim is crazy he aint even jealous of the devil
he gots propellas on the metal
Rest aside those doubts about me
weapons of destruction I don;t even trust in
Whitesqualls Rise up & swallow yall
Im taking chances riskzs and consequences
and im calling that,,, sacrificed chrome polished brass
and im calling chris competition demolished
Im on a baja in a Hallor
Working hard for the heart of her daughter
Sheep for the slaughter dont even bother me
Yes im a legend your just thinking like a protégé
Well geuss what ? my son is my predecessor
I say " Que paso Senior to her step farther"
And me & her brother did a little dirt together
Yes i was like a pirate that burried Treasure
Then i came back as a Survivor On a Glider like Mcgivor
I'll take you to the cliff if u think ur stiffer
I sniffed her then she pist on my terrietory
Your a Teratorous Im the Astroid headed for u
Im a Hailey Im a ****ing comet
You’re like the Red Foe I’ll put cleats on and crush you
Well Im despondant when you stutter when you comment
Eminem dont u ****in call me
Theres a slim chance that u could ever understand a standard
Well u antsy u better go read the ****in manual
Or what about the instructions, chrome never made me stronger
And you think u lucky go ahead and trust it
Gods the only thing i ever trusted in
as i slide in the night in a maroon mustang
i shine like emeralds dipped in crushed diamonds
I had her heart the whol;e time good luck in try in to find it
shes ****in mad cuz i play and splash in the light years
well Im not sorry for GOD being my Guidence
Smaller stars dye for the brighter star Rising
We are Warriors your women in the village crying
AS we stole your pony
Feel the power of a Stallion chasing the scent of heat in a Filley
Hoofprints pounding in the earth and you mistake them for the sound of thunder
Im picking a fight Im talking calling you out to box me
With no weapons in my hand I fight face to face like a man does
Your English Bulldog Im American Pit, I’m like George Washington and Congress
When they signed The Decloration of Independence, The pen is mightier than the sword
It took the pen to entice yall, yall brought ships and thaught yall was goin faught us
Im like my Fore Fathers I still piss on the title of you ****in LandLords