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Jan 17
At first our greatest friend and help He is almost forgotten at this time  but its funny how popular He becomes in the time of trouble this setting is not speakineecess g of trouble but so much more in fast it deals with onnecee of my favorite subjects woman if you cared to take the time you could read an anthem that I wrote about them in A sea breeze blowing across Capricorn even a guy spoke highly of it also I'm bringing one of the best helpers I can its a hard difficult read but needed John Keats quote reads Do you not see how necessary a world  of pain and trouble is to school an intelligence and make it a soul. At this point explanation Donald Trump is speaking of this threat of a syber attack that will bring us to our knees by working from the deepest low we could ever know we had a test in central Ill they knocked out the largest medical group for over a month in four cities I' m trying get a better fix on Russia but the book I have is right enough but has six hundred pages I had to eye operations it makes it a little rough to read that will have to go in another read they have the right rep concerning us we have forgotten God but they forget how fast we turn back to Him when we get in trouble so in that regard not a twist but a lovely creature and her action with our savior it took a woman to give this act of kindness I all so state if it were not for women we would be without a great deal of our churches in America we will jump from that American truth to American and Russian interests that are totally different Tocqueville was not far wrong he had toured America and Custine traveled through Russia and he came to this conclusion that no matter who you were you were but a slave to the system yet they love the land as their home but never its politics will have a change of thought to I read more of the book back in California where we lived for thirty years I was at a restaurant  I had a saying  I just would say land of the Cosaks well this guy whirs around and stairs at me I could care less until a few days latter I saw one of these fine men was whipping a woman  with a whip if I had been there that idiot would have eaten the whip I cant count  the idiot bullies I whipped in school it was uncanny how they always found tiny helpless ones to pick on I couldn't  fight like my father putting a fist in  some ones face was to mean maybe I was worse throwing some one across the room it always got results I'm straying from the subject I plan on telling about fighting in the second half of this write in prison when I was a guard I will be graphic that and a lot of things I plan to unleash they cut off the last of this when I hit save oh well it was bad stuff when I was a prison guard I left to go preach with my uncle five days latter an inmate stabbed a friend and threw him over the rail he fell ten floors to his death I told a lot more maybe at a latter date God bless you all
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Hal Loyd Denton  Pana Ill
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