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Added 2020-05-13 18:15:48 +0000 UTCWILL DO VID TONIGHT!!
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Even though we're living in crazy times now, when I talk to my dad & his friends, sounds like it was just as crazy back then. Thought provoking words thank you.
Adam Mork
2020-05-14 05:12:57 +0000 UTCHey YB, I know you're the expert on this topic: The other day I was putting away some laundry and one of my shirts had lost all of its supple-ness and the color had faded. Its the weirdest thing because It looked fine beforehand ... could this be a case of DeGale-itis ? Do you know if the condition tied to numerology ... because it was about the 32nd time that Ive washed it.
Adam Mork
2020-05-13 20:32:33 +0000 UTCOk Fam so my good lady! Got me a blue tooth keyboard- So i can write some short stories and stop mopping around- loll Ive started on my first! Its called this house is haunted! Ive only started a preface- I know its not a question but if you can be assed! Id like you mans take on it.. True story ting! One love to all and blessings upon your people 👊🏾🙏🏽 This house is haunted... Every story has a beginning, a once upon a time, an entry point, the obligatory, it all started here...a green light to move forward with some idea of what is to unfold. Well sorry... Fuck that! I'm not gonna tell you a story of how's or whys, I'm gonna tell you it as I remember it! And every word you will read is truth. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- `` Accept the way God does things, for who can straighten what he has made crooked?`` Ecclesiastes 7:13 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter one - Duck and cover To the millennials, the Cold War, is as nothing more than a revisionists wet dream, the west v the all consuming bear of the east, once ally, now very much cast as the villian- de jour ( how ironic that now four decades removed,it seems the the same game, same rules appears to be playing out before us again). History, to be placed in its time, to be tucked up along side such events as ww2, the race to the moon, the Cuban missile crisis,Rocky V Drago, orJohn Rambo taking on the might of the Red army, with only bad hair,and a bow and arrow. or many events that have been cast into the history books, as a that was then..,no longer relevant in the hyper connected, 5g, Instagram, look at me society / world, in which we now find ourselves. But for a seven year old child, living through it, the cold war was as real as an ass whooping from your dad. The threat of thermo nuclear war, was not just spin, not just media hype, but a very very real and obvious reality!a reality that at any given moment day or night, with only three minutes warning, would turn the world into radioactive dust. The TV, at the time(well the three channels we had) were banging on 24/7 about the very real threat that war would break out at any moment, and this was reflected in our daily school routine, arrive, morning register, and bomb drill. We were actually told, and taught, that simply huddling under our school desks, and putting our hands over our heads would somehow and in someways, protect us all. And daily,this bizarre routine became just that.., routine. I as a young boy I would be more upset by missing an episode of Buck Rogers, or battle star Galactica, or being subjected to peas, rather than baked beans as a companion to my Findas crispy pancakes, than seeing some mushroom clouds appear on the horizon. And for this mindset, I can thank only my farther. As a officer in the USAF( United States Air Force ),with hindsight, it's unambiguous still to me, if he was part of the fear machine operating at this time,or in fact keeping us all safe..? This question will stay with me until I breath my last breath... At the time I felt safe! My farther was part or the most powerful military in the history of all time, and as one would expect on ``alert`` more often than not. This meant that for days, weeks, even months, my contact with my farther would be limited best to a fast, hug, or at least the view of the back end of his car as he returned to base. Thus leaving my mother and myself, home alone. As the incumbent ``man`` of the house, some things became very apparent, I had chores/ responsibilities that needed to be done (save an ass whooping) mum worked hard to, and at 11 years old I needed to fucking man up... One thing became very real! Very apparent, And very fast.. That my``daddy`` with all the might of the the most powerful military the world has ever seen, only a few miles away... Would not only be unable to come to our aid... But as as 11 years old, that wet the bed and was afraid of the dark, was left with the grounding,soul destroying reality of the facts. Mum and I were in that house And we where not alone!
Lord McCormick
2020-05-13 18:57:27 +0000 UTC
