War down the street - One World Government - Shadow Government - Above Ground Civil War - Our Presidents People

The young veterans knew what to do, they started talking and then they started walking, gathering at predetermined locations for (relation work), but these guys knew it was for enhanced urban and rural combat training.

It was evident enough that traditional America was in grave danger and seven years ago a couple of guys in Portland got together and started thinking how they could save their families, property and liberties from increased socialist pressures.

They had some little ideas - they felt the urge for adventure and romanticized about another conservative President of the United States -

Their ideas were pushed out on blogs and social media pages and a little at a time they got bigger, then bigger again.

A money connection developed instantly, from Seattle. The money people considered their ideas as a social opportunity as these young Army veterans in Portland made a lot of sense to a lot of people.

Americans, traditional constitutionally centered citizens were feeling stuck and these two Portland guys increasingly described the ultimate indignity forced upon a nation, the indignity was the disgrace of socialism.

After the conservative President was removed by the socialists the nation went stagnant again and the mood of the nation was like watching an old Western, good guys and bad guys and the badmen had won the nation.

Young men and woman, determined not to become pawns in the many political socialists games were feeling lost but the anonymous web site (Achieve Identity Distinction) gave them hope and was receiving over twenty million hits a day and still growing.

The New York Times described the web site (Achieve Identity Distinction) as a unreliable destination for old fashioned patriotic radicals and nut jobs that buried guns and food in their backyard.

The web site was crotchety, fussy and mostly unreliable until the money guys showed up from Seattle. They laid two boxes tapped up cardboard boxes filled with cash on the scratched up folding table of Andy Ledger, the owner of www.AchieveIdentityDistinction.Com and a folder with names and phone numbers for business and web developers and consultants.

It was a crucial test for Andy Ledger as his living room was the world headquarters for his web community.

Andy would go shopping and spent the next week end calling names listed in the folder.

Andy had been on a bumpy road after leaving the Army as he watched the United States create socialist poverty, restrict property ownership, impose tariffs between the states, shut down all coal power generation, limited oil fired power plants, free trade college for everybody, mandated electric vehicles, sprawling restrictions across the economy from the size of milk cartons, the speed limits in every town, city and village, required military service, wealth limitation, tax increases across every income stream and there was no end in sight.

He had never seen one million dollars in cash.

The two guys in Seattle told Andy Ledger, the founder of (Achieve Identity Distinction) that social change and war making were alike, it was like an assembly line process on a bank loan installment plan.

Andy knew these money guys from all their T.V. commercials concerning their National Truck Stop Motels, Restaurants and fueling depots.

Their company (Parkway Truck Yards) owned hundreds of giant tractor trailer overnight truck stops, truck stop motels, truck stop full service buffets and restaurants, truck and trailer washes, truck maintenance and mechanical centers and they always sponsored low cost hot-dog stands at local trucking company terminals across the nation.

If you were in the trucking industry you knew all about Parkway and so did your friends.

Every truck driver in America recognized the giant gleaming bird logo of Parkway Truck Yards swooping low over a pure mountain river in the Northwest grabbing up the trout fish for dinner.

Andy Ledger was not a college graduate - he joined the Army and spent his restless years fighting North Korea ... Andy didn't know why he was so restless. It was like he lived in a ghost town - empty buildings - shadows - stories - dark nights and storms.

At war's end Andy Ledge came home and was considered one of the young veterans at thirty four years old. During the war with North Korea, which was backed up by China, the military drafted up to 55 years old.

North Korea was sent back to the middle ages and six million U.S. Military troops were sent home.

Everything sucked.

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He pulled down his pants and he was no longer trapped, her behavior and his habits were made for each other... like a Roman, he would take pleasure before he did his political work, for the masters across the river.

It was time, he pulled down his pants and he was no longer trapped, her behavior and his habits were made for each other... like a Roman, he would take pleasure before he did his political work, for the masters across the river.

He would offer suggestions, then put down his glass, waiting for the girl to fill it again. Everybody knows about this guy but nobody knows his name, his muddy background was made complete by the C.I.A. way back during Vietnam, but hes not done yet, the boys across the Delaware needed another favor, before the vote Tuesday.

Just the night before he made the arrangements and now it was Saturday, some booze and pussy, a little down time was in order, he could afford it again.

It was a strange feeling, he suddenly felt in charge again like he felt doing work for the C.I.A. all over the world. He was compelled to help these people, these politicians, these public criminals, those sons-of-bitches that talked to poor people like they were giving a sermon in fucking church...

He reached into his faded jeans and pulled out another hundred dollar bill and tossed it across the table at the topless waitress, bouncing her way to prosperity.

"Thanks Dad!" that's all the black chick said, everybody always called him Dad, it was his short military grade haircut that gave him a tough look.

He took a cigarette out of his well worn t-shirt and used the old fashioned wooden matches he always carried around, they were waterproof and it mattered to him.

He had unlaced his high top tennis shoes about an hour ago before he drove across town for his pleasures.

His descendants were Negro slaves from Africa and as GOD as his witness he would always offer a blessing for the poor white son-of-a-bitch he was about to kill.

He learned it in Vietnam, Army training was good but it was a Marine that taught him how and what to pray before you killed some bastard for money, it was better that way, GOD understood that some men belonged in hell so he would pray that GOD let his victim in heaven, maybe avoiding hell's fire, deserving or not he would say... and then send him along.

His faded t-shirt revealed two words in small black letters on the old shirt "faded pride" as that was the name of his motor boat, seventy five feet of freedom, docked less than eight miles away on the Delaware River, fueled and ready, enough food for three months, medical supplies, modern technology for navigation and communications with weapons and ammunition galore. He was ready.

He glanced at his watch, tapped it on the fake glass to make sure it was ticking, his military watch was wind up, never needing a battery, it kept perfect time, it was jungle green, dark African green.

From his waist down he was still naked as his lady friend bounced up in the wooden chair across from him trying to wipe his puddle off her tit's and trying to slip her shift back on as other people watched.

She was overwhelming, and was worth the hundred bucks he tossed her for the job, suffering no change was worth it.

He didn't say a word to her, he just stood up with his manly Johnson still hanging strong and pulled up his jeans, it was time to go, because his watch said so, it was military time.

Like a chapter in a book, he turned the page, drunk from a dozen beers, he stood straight for a second gaining his balance when she began to speak.

He slapped the bitch.

"Don't speak to me bitch"

He did not believe in comforting a whore.

He did not believe in suffering with them.

He believed in saying grace before every meal but not over a whore that just sucked him off.

It was a strange world the old colored man lived in, he would chuckle going out the door, it was two in the morning with a little cold rain, it was the perfect time to kill again and just like the apostle Paul, he would thank GOD for this endeavor and that it would be done in his glory, in the name of Jesus Christ, with gratefulness the old man mumbled "Amen" before he got on this bicycle and peddled toward the river.

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Say Grace with me,

Ask for peace before you meet the maker,

and be thankful that the time is allowed,

honor the lord before you die.

Why are you Suffering - Dating, Mating and Your Sex Drive - The Bill Clinton Sex Doll goes on Sale Today

What is suffering? 

It's an experience that you can learn from.

Do you believe in fortune tellers?

If they are wrong do you suffer of did you have the wrong fortune teller?

Do you feel good when hitting a double during a baseball game or do you suffer because it wasn't a home run?

Do you disown your kid for jumping off the garage, causing you and him suffering?

Suffering is part of your reality, don't loose the lessons.

Place your hand in boiling water, it causes pain and suffering.

You learn from the experience so you don't do it anymore, right?

Do you stop boiling water? Of course not.

You get caught speeding in your car, the suffering of a court fine.

Do you stop driving, of course not.

You can make a hundred examples of you own.

Your creator made you adaptable, flexible enough to try new things, learn the good or the bad, make your adjustments and then carry on.

The only way to avoid suffering is to stop living a full life.

If a family member makes you mad, simply consider why they're mad and offer your thoughts and concerns.

Your emotions quickly appear and then they fade away.

The person that made you mad, might have been emotional at the time and would love to take it back. Have you ever said anything you regret, of course you have.

You didn't stop talking.

Emotions create thoughts and thoughts control your actions.

Emotions are from your creator and can be practical and helpful or take over your entire life. Your real pleasure comes from being around real people. Friends and family can replenish you or cause you suffering.

Suffering is an emotional state in most cases.

If you're thirsty, take a drink of water.

If you're suffering, have a conversation with a friend.

So how do people remove suffering?

If a neighbor makes you mad, what do you do?

If you have stopped talking to your neighbor because their dog barks that's a bad conclusion. You no longer talk to 

the dog owner that can help you and of course the dog still barks.

Is suffering only skin deep?

If you are in a dispute with a family member, which is more important, winning the argument or the family member?

To eliminate your suffering must be a good thing, you feel better. Other minds have other opinions and initially you might not agree. People make you mad. They tell you what to do or what you're doing wrong, devastating so some. So to eliminate your suffering you eliminate the person.

If you feel better, it must lead to happiness.

Happiness is an emotion, a quick surface and a deep dive in a matter of seconds. Most people never realize their life is a mental life. What you think, is what you do.

But, the elimination of your suffering often brings about suffering of other people. If you have children you understand.

No, is a big word to a child.

The word No, gets bigger as we get older.

You don't want to cause pain for other people but NO you cannot jump off the bridge.

You don't want to cause the suffering of others.

In order to protect yourself you creator taught you how to create some distance from something that may or will hurt you, causing your own suffering.

You avoid people that hurt your feelings and you also avoid people that tell you NO, even when it was good advice.

If you start seeing other people, as people that hurt you, in time you stop considering their feelings, they become objects.

This is typical within scientific management, stop watches and clipboards filled with your actual production vs. stated company goals.

If you continue to fail the standards at some point you are objectified.

You are no longer a person, just a number, and people ignore your feelings and you will be terminated as an object of production, not a human being.

Your production was too low.

The company eliminated their suffering.

They eliminated you.

You most likely objectify people all the time.

I don't like him, I avoid him, he is an object now, easily discarded.

You objectify people deliberately, you decided.

You did it to avoid discomfort, to limit your own suffering.

When you dislike a person, you objectify them, allowing you to be unkind to them without suffering the natural repercussions, that empathetic connection that your creator allowed you.

You protected yourself and removed your suffering by allowing the other person to suffer.

Now that person is in the out group.

Your suffering really has not ended it has just changed forms.

Guilt and shame lives inside you now because of the things you think and do. Your creator and your mind keeps score.

Your convenient scapegoat lives inside you forever which causes you damage for your entire life.

Your suffering did not end, it was embedded inside your soul.

Be nice to people.

Like people, before they like you.

When you don't agree, be polite.

Don't yell at people and don't suck your thumb.

Be the adult.

Don't be feeble minded.

Learn how to learn.

Take advantage of your so-called suffering and learn from it.

Your creator wanted it that way.

Life is suffering.

“Sex, Politics and Cocktails” Killing More Negro's - Hillary Clinton's Planned Parenthood hosted a very private “Sex, Politics and Cocktails” party during the Democratic National Convention in Philadelphia on Tuesday night

Planned Parenthood hosted a very private “Sex, Politics and Cocktails” party during the Democratic National Convention in Philadelphia on Tuesday night.  Hillary Clinton supports the murdering of Negro unborn children and her husband x-impeached President Bill Clinton wants the rest of them in jail or bringing his coffee. 

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