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Fretting and fuming, smile, instead, yes, it is okay to ignore hate, instead of hating back, and it is okay to ask who said, and who stood right there, and looked in his eye, who do you think you are, in the twinkle, in mine, as that which lives and breathes envelopes mine own conceptualization, breathing rations… mixed emotions, mine and thine, and these new multitudes, laughing little girls in school, ah, what do we know, we know liars prosper, and cheaters do, too. We know few are chosen, though many are called, and in the Republican Party, we elect leaders, called Prophetically… indeed, that'll preach, the Trump has sounded, pre-trib option is off the table… the madness hate perpetuates, the shadow, double minded nature of rational man, determined by God, as manifested head of the exceptionalists, the chosen ones and their retinue of wood hewers and water boys… marching past the riverside where we who won laid down our swords to wait.
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Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 11:36 AM UTC
Take No Anxious Thought
Fretting and fuming, smile, instead, yes, it is okay to ignore hate, instead of hating back, and it is okay to ask who said, and who stood right there, and looked in his eye, who do you think you are, in the twinkle, in mine, as that which lives and breathes envelopes mine own conceptualization, breathing rations… mixed emotions, mine and thine, and these new multitudes, laughing little girls in school, ah, what do we know, we know liars prosper, and cheaters do, too. We know few are chosen, though many are called, and in the Republican Party, we elect leaders, called Prophetically… indeed, that'll preach, the Trump has sounded, pre-trib option is off the table… the madness hate perpetuates, the shadow, double minded nature of rational man, determined by God, as manifested head of the exceptionalists, the chosen ones and their retinue of wood hewers and water boys… marching past the riverside where we who won laid down our swords to wait.
-- really, I cannot feel what must be felt for humans breathing within three minutes of me, all around our spinning world, as we have our being and breaths under truth, which shows us the shadow of leadership in the mob of those who claim to represent res publica, but lie. Truth does free, when digested properly, without any smirk, alleviating misbeliefs. {First line in the Republican Party Platform declares belief that America is an Exceptionalist Nation; no lie? Factchek me rino
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 11:36 AM UTC
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