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"content": "<br />I’ve done some reading and I believe just buying a small fraction of Bitcoin is a great diversification to your portfolio. Remember, never invest more than you can afford to lose.<br /><br /><br /><br />Have you seen the Gemini app? Try it using my code and we'll each get $10 USD of Bitcoin. <a href=\"https://gemini.com/share/lnp76dhn\" target=\"_blank\">https://gemini.com/share/lnp76dhn</a>",
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"content": "\nI’ve done some reading and I believe just buying a small fraction of Bitcoin is a great diversification to your portfolio. Remember, never invest more than you can afford to lose.\n\n\n\nHave you seen the Gemini app? Try it using my code and we'll each get $10 USD of Bitcoin. https://gemini.com/share/lnp76dhn",
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"content": "At this rate there will be 4,000 executive orders by 2024. ",
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"content": "Very interesting.<br /><a href=\"https://www.kare11.com/article/news/health/coronavirus/verify-comparing-total-deaths-from-2020-to-2019-and-2018/501-355b857c-e7e9-40e4-b31d-11500cbcb103\" target=\"_blank\">https://www.kare11.com/article/news/health/coronavirus/verify-comparing-total-deaths-from-2020-to-2019-and-2018/501-355b857c-e7e9-40e4-b31d-11500cbcb103</a>",
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"content": "Very interesting.\nhttps://www.kare11.com/article/news/health/coronavirus/verify-comparing-total-deaths-from-2020-to-2019-and-2018/501-355b857c-e7e9-40e4-b31d-11500cbcb103",
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"content": "Hell, I don't even know how to use a hashtag to promote my book, Taking Baghdad. Is it as simple as putting a pound sign in front of the book title?<br />",
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"content": "Hell, I don't even know how to use a hashtag to promote my book, Taking Baghdad. Is it as simple as putting a pound sign in front of the book title?\n",
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"content": "If FB is something y'all do, here's my page there with more content.<br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.facebook.com/takingbaghdad\" target=\"_blank\">https://www.facebook.com/takingbaghdad</a>",
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"content": "Take a look at my great rating on Goodreads.<br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43894879-taking-baghdad?from_search=true&from_srp=true&qid=jvAFSvgn8X&rank=2\" target=\"_blank\">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43894879-taking-baghdad?from_search=true&from_srp=true&qid=jvAFSvgn8X&rank=2</a>",
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"content": "My book, Taking Baghdad, is now an award winner. USA Book Awards Finalist. Get a copy today!<br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.amazon.com/Taking-Baghdad-Victory-Iraq-Marines/dp/1633937917/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=taking+baghdad&qid=1611789823&sr=8-1\" target=\"_blank\">https://www.amazon.com/Taking-Baghdad-Victory-Iraq-Marines/dp/1633937917/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=taking+baghdad&qid=1611789823&sr=8-1</a><br />",
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"content": "For those of you that have not read Taking Baghdad, I occasionally write poetry. Here is my latest and most powerful poem (if you want to call it that).<br /><br />\"From the Lost\"<br /><br />They tell me their names,<br />They tell me where they’re from,<br />They tell me their story; <br />pleading.<br /><br />They see me, mortal; able to see and hear them, <br />and with all desperation, <br />they come upon me dreaming;<br />sometimes all at once.<br /><br />They take me away to their world;<br />showing me the land and precious faces of the past,<br />whom they love, <br />whom they long to hold again. <br /><br />To see, <br />to embrace, <br />to comfort, <br />to apologize. <br /><br />Seeing kindred in anguish, wanting to help and cannot; wishing the living knew the loneliness of wandering the earth. <br />Dead. <br />Unable to see the light. <br /><br /><br />Last night, I met Alice. <br /><br />I spoke to her asking if I could help, as somehow in my dreams I am cognizant enough to realize what they are; and what I am. I always learn their story, perhaps to give them peace; to leave me alone. <br /><br />She had a round comforting face of a loving grandmother with white hair like most of them. Cooperstown was her home, though the details, like her memory, was full of holes and chaos.<br /><br />Somehow, when man sheds the mortal coil; they forget their very names, and even the most rudimentary things. Things of the earth that no longer matter.<br /> Whatever is left is what has been printed on the soul. And it is the soul I see; and the frustration the grey spirit has in remembering. <br /><br />I am Saved and they know it. <br /><br />It is as if God has commissioned them to me; to write it down. A mustard seed. Out of my treasure, things new and old. <br /><br />“Aren’t you scared? Aren’t you terrified?” You may ask.<br />No. <br /><br />Though it is impossible not to see the legions, <br />I am at peace, <br />at least in my dreams; <br />and I know…<br /><br />The spirit desires what God desires. <br /><br />To warn me, <br />To warn you, <br />of what awaits our kin if you do not speak;<br />and if they choose death. <br />An eternity of wandering. Where at first the spirit may remember much, it decays remembering only what is precious is lost. <br /><br />Heartbreaking to behold, <br />desperate to heal; <br />to ascend and have peace. <br /><br />They watch all the world change; they watch the world forget them. The tenderest names only now images that haunt them; wishing they had but a moment to come back. Just a minute or two to tell them of Christ.<br /><br />For they know Him, even in darkness. <br />Venerating Him there more than in life; hoping that a little reverence will bring mercy; bring a lost memory that they may cherish one more time. <br /><br />So, they come to me to please the Master. <br /><br />To say, in a million broken phrases and emotions to ‘open my mouth and share the Gospel.’<br /><br />How much longer will it be too late? <br /><br />‘Yes, dear dreamer, you are Saved; Eternity is yours. But when will you share His name?’<br /><br />‘Look at me.’ <br /><br />‘I am a cold fragment of what was. Coming to you in agony, I hope to please God; for one more chance to kneel. One more chance to hug and kiss that face. Even a memory to cherish that has been lost to time I would take, a single crumb from your table.’<br /><br />I gaze through the dim features on each face pitying them. They surround me. <br /><br />Pleading. <br /><br />Waiting in a dark place where the absence of Christ is hell enough.<br /> <br />The absence of loved ones, <br />the absence of life, <br />absence of warmth, <br />the absence of a shadow to call their own. <br />Hell revealed to me every night in a thousand faces. <br /><br />They torment me. And, if they so move my soul, my regenerate soul, how much more do they move the Lord; He who knew them before they were born, He who said, “Depart from me ye cursed!”<br /><br />And, if a glimpse of my peace calls them pleading; how much more would the hope of Heaven call them running?<br /><br />‘Let this be a warning to you, regenerate soul, to open your mouth. Let this be a warning to you, you who refuse to kneel; to come in your flesh and repent.’<br /><br />Though they tell me their story, every day I wake and forget; and mourn, as they do, that they are forgotten but to one who honors God enough to put pen to paper. <br /><br />“Repent.” They say from the other side, “The Kingdom of Heaven is at Hand.”<br /><br />-Alice of Cooperstown, translated by A. M. Grant",
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"content": "For those of you that have not read Taking Baghdad, I occasionally write poetry. Here is my latest and most powerful poem (if you want to call it that).<br /><br />\"From the Lost\"<br /><br />They tell me their names,<br />They tell me where they’re from,<br />They tell me their story; <br />pleading.<br /><br />They see me, mortal; able to see and hear them, <br />and with all desperation, <br />they come upon me dreaming;<br />sometimes all at once.<br /><br />They take me away to their world;<br />showing me the land and precious faces of the past,<br />whom they love, <br />whom they long to hold again. <br /><br />To see, <br />to embrace, <br />to comfort, <br />to apologize. <br /><br />Seeing kindred in anguish, wanting to help and cannot; wishing the living knew the loneliness of wandering the earth. <br />Dead. <br />Unable to see the light. <br /><br /><br />Last night, I met Alice. <br /><br />I spoke to her asking if I could help, as somehow in my dreams I am cognizant enough to realize what they are; and what I am. I always learn their story, perhaps to give them peace; to leave me alone. <br /><br />She had a round comforting face of a loving grandmother with white hair like most of them. Cooperstown was her home, though the details, like her memory, was full of holes and chaos.<br /><br />Somehow, when man sheds the mortal coil; they forget their very names, and even the most rudimentary things. Things of the earth that no longer matter.<br /> Whatever is left is what has been printed on the soul. And it is the soul I see; and the frustration the grey spirit has in remembering. <br /><br />I am Saved and they know it. <br /><br />It is as if God has commissioned them to me; to write it down. A mustard seed. Out of my treasure, things new and old. <br /><br />“Aren’t you scared? Aren’t you terrified?” You may ask.<br />No. <br /><br />Though it is impossible not to see the legions, <br />I am at peace, <br />at least in my dreams; <br />and I know…<br /><br />The spirit desires what God desires. <br /><br />To warn me, <br />To warn you, <br />of what awaits our kin if you do not speak;<br />and if they choose death. <br />An eternity of wandering. Where at first the spirit may remember much, it decays remembering only what is precious is lost. <br /><br />Heartbreaking to behold, <br />desperate to heal; <br />to ascend and have peace. <br /><br />They watch all the world change; they watch the world forget them. The tenderest names only now images that haunt them; wishing they had but a moment to come back. Just a minute or two to tell them of Christ.<br /><br />For they know Him, even in darkness. <br />Venerating Him there more than in life; hoping that a little reverence will bring mercy; bring a lost memory that they may cherish one more time. <br /><br />So, they come to me to please the Master. <br /><br />To say, in a million broken phrases and emotions to ‘open my mouth and share the Gospel.’<br /><br />How much longer will it be too late? <br /><br />‘Yes, dear dreamer, you are Saved; Eternity is yours. But when will you share His name?’<br /><br />‘Look at me.’ <br /><br />‘I am a cold fragment of what was. Coming to you in agony, I hope to please God; for one more chance to kneel. One more chance to hug and kiss that face. Even a memory to cherish that has been lost to time I would take, a single crumb from your table.’<br /><br />I gaze through the dim features on each face pitying them. They surround me. <br /><br />Pleading. <br /><br />Waiting in a dark place where the absence of Christ is hell enough.<br /> <br />The absence of loved ones, <br />the absence of life, <br />absence of warmth, <br />the absence of a shadow to call their own. <br />Hell revealed to me every night in a thousand faces. <br /><br />They torment me. And, if they so move my soul, my regenerate soul, how much more do they move the Lord; He who knew them before they were born, He who said, “Depart from me ye cursed!”<br /><br />And, if a glimpse of my peace calls them pleading; how much more would the hope of Heaven call them running?<br /><br />‘Let this be a warning to you, regenerate soul, to open your mouth. Let this be a warning to you, you who refuse to kneel; to come in your flesh and repent.’<br /><br />Though they tell me their story, every day I wake and forget; and mourn, as they do, that they are forgotten but to one who honors God enough to put pen to paper. <br /><br />“Repent.” They say from the other side, “The Kingdom of Heaven is at Hand.”<br /><br />-Alice of Cooperstown, translated by A. M. Grant",
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"content": "For those of you that have not read Taking Baghdad, I occasionally write poetry. Here is my latest and most powerful poem (if you want to call it that).\n\n\"From the Lost\"\n\nThey tell me their names,\nThey tell me where they’re from,\nThey tell me their story; \npleading.\n\nThey see me, mortal; able to see and hear them, \nand with all desperation, \nthey come upon me dreaming;\nsometimes all at once.\n\nThey take me away to their world;\nshowing me the land and precious faces of the past,\nwhom they love, \nwhom they long to hold again. \n\nTo see, \nto embrace, \nto comfort, \nto apologize. \n\nSeeing kindred in anguish, wanting to help and cannot; wishing the living knew the loneliness of wandering the earth. \nDead. \nUnable to see the light. \n\n\nLast night, I met Alice. \n\nI spoke to her asking if I could help, as somehow in my dreams I am cognizant enough to realize what they are; and what I am. I always learn their story, perhaps to give them peace; to leave me alone. \n\nShe had a round comforting face of a loving grandmother with white hair like most of them. Cooperstown was her home, though the details, like her memory, was full of holes and chaos.\n\nSomehow, when man sheds the mortal coil; they forget their very names, and even the most rudimentary things. Things of the earth that no longer matter.\n Whatever is left is what has been printed on the soul. And it is the soul I see; and the frustration the grey spirit has in remembering. \n\nI am Saved and they know it. \n\nIt is as if God has commissioned them to me; to write it down. A mustard seed. Out of my treasure, things new and old. \n\n“Aren’t you scared? Aren’t you terrified?” You may ask.\nNo. \n\nThough it is impossible not to see the legions, \nI am at peace, \nat least in my dreams; \nand I know…\n\nThe spirit desires what God desires. \n\nTo warn me, \nTo warn you, \nof what awaits our kin if you do not speak;\nand if they choose death. \nAn eternity of wandering. Where at first the spirit may remember much, it decays remembering only what is precious is lost. \n\nHeartbreaking to behold, \ndesperate to heal; \nto ascend and have peace. \n\nThey watch all the world change; they watch the world forget them. The tenderest names only now images that haunt them; wishing they had but a moment to come back. Just a minute or two to tell them of Christ.\n\nFor they know Him, even in darkness. \nVenerating Him there more than in life; hoping that a little reverence will bring mercy; bring a lost memory that they may cherish one more time. \n\nSo, they come to me to please the Master. \n\nTo say, in a million broken phrases and emotions to ‘open my mouth and share the Gospel.’\n\nHow much longer will it be too late? \n\n‘Yes, dear dreamer, you are Saved; Eternity is yours. But when will you share His name?’\n\n‘Look at me.’ \n\n‘I am a cold fragment of what was. Coming to you in agony, I hope to please God; for one more chance to kneel. One more chance to hug and kiss that face. Even a memory to cherish that has been lost to time I would take, a single crumb from your table.’\n\nI gaze through the dim features on each face pitying them. They surround me. \n\nPleading. \n\nWaiting in a dark place where the absence of Christ is hell enough.\n \nThe absence of loved ones, \nthe absence of life, \nabsence of warmth, \nthe absence of a shadow to call their own. \nHell revealed to me every night in a thousand faces. \n\nThey torment me. And, if they so move my soul, my regenerate soul, how much more do they move the Lord; He who knew them before they were born, He who said, “Depart from me ye cursed!”\n\nAnd, if a glimpse of my peace calls them pleading; how much more would the hope of Heaven call them running?\n\n‘Let this be a warning to you, regenerate soul, to open your mouth. Let this be a warning to you, you who refuse to kneel; to come in your flesh and repent.’\n\nThough they tell me their story, every day I wake and forget; and mourn, as they do, that they are forgotten but to one who honors God enough to put pen to paper. \n\n“Repent.” They say from the other side, “The Kingdom of Heaven is at Hand.”\n\n-Alice of Cooperstown, translated by A. M. Grant",
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"content": "As my first post, I thought it proper to comment on the prompt: \"speak your mind.\"<br /><br />Facebook has a similar prompt, and until recently I paid it no attention until I began to realize that FB is a monster I don't want to feed. <br /><br />I will never truly speak my mind online, but maybe with Minds I will find free speech where it is disappearing everywhere else. <br /><br />This is me with John Burns at Gettysburg. ",
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