Monday, August 27, 2018
I love and respect our Constitution and the men and women who placed and continue to place their lives on the line... especially those who gave their life for its preservation. There is nobody I hold closer to my heart than those who fight on behalf of this country. I also love and respect everything that is written within that imperfect document. Among all our freedoms, we all have the ability to worship, or not, in any way we see and feel so long as nobody or any property is compromised. This is a beautiful thing. In order for change to occur in any form within the social sphere, it must come from the world of art, not politics as those games are designed to help not the people, but the few among us and more who live in far away places (other lands). Those people (politicians, the 'successful one's) use religion for their own gains as their positions will always reflect those of their donors or backers. Politics is the domain of the devil and it spews out over all of us within the social sphere. Control is the only way to keep the money or revenue streams alive and full of big fat fish that feed off the media and does all their thinking for them.
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