Entry Submitted by Heisenberg at 7:46 PM EST on January 20, 2020
Oh my God, Becky. Look at her butt – Sir Mix-a-Lot
And that brings us to tonight’s word: THAT BITCH
How do you want your story to be told? At the end of this spiritual war, how will you want to be remembered? What’s the theme of your life’s story? A rags to riches story? The underdog? Seabiscut? An story of inspiration? Forrest Gump? A martyr? Cold hand Luke? Anthony Bourdain? Phil Schneider? Seth Rich? Jesus Christ? One who would die for their country? The Patriot? Braveheart? A nationalist? Or one who fights corruption in the very institutions designed to protect the people? Training Day? Or maybe one who would fight and die for their race? Willingly? No mercs here. Independence Day? Starship Troopers? Or is yours a story where no one dies? A story of one trying to make their way back home against all odds? Breakfast Club? The prodigal son? Or one trying to reunite with lost loved ones? Finding Nemo? Or one who simply has had enough of this 3D lack filled, rigged game called life and has been given one shot by the Gods and takes it? One shot to climb out of the dirt pit we were born into? Gods are busy. They may not make it back this way. Strangers in the night. You got one shot at greatness. Know it. Recognize it. Take it. Be on the watch. It may not be much light. But it beats the darkness.
Take the shot. But be careful where you aim… cause where you aim… you just might hit. You want to be the hero? With great power comes great responsibility. You want to be famous movie actor on the big screen? You want to be a rock star and make all kinds of money and chicks? Have you SEEN vrill Bill?
You want to be a politician and lead your people out of slavery and into the unknown desert? One thing about leading… if you fall, you fall alone. And Scar is waiting in the wings to take your crown. And your queen. And your kids. And your dog. Whos that man living my life? And to run all your precious sheep off a cliff. Ouch. So how do you want your story to be told someday? At retirement? At your funeral? In other galaxies? As you slowly became addicted to a steady diet of red pills… as you slowly became blinded by the light of truth that is this cesspool of a world created for, of and by wolves only to serve the wolves… did you come to the realization your story is one of tragedy? A Shakespearean maze you can’t seem to escape. An Macbeth escape room that’s smarter than you. Every story an endless tragedy? 3 minimum wage jobs to survive? Paying off a car you need to go to a job so you can make money to pay car payments? Watching young men and women go fight other young men and women for cocaine mafia? Witnessing poor families get fatter and sicker? And their children ripped from their arms never to be seen again? It’s easy to slip into the darkness of the tragedy. But at some point on this long journey home and to our freedom, are we able to tell ourselves, I used to think my life was a tragedy… but now I realize it’s a fu**ing comedy?
And what’s your role in your personal story? How do you want to be remembered decades from now? Do you think you don’t have the lead man in you? The best actress in a lead role? Let someone else be Flash. I’m not tall enough. My cheek bones are hanging a little low. Hairline is fading. I’m not sure I’m ready for the loud lights of center stage. I don’t know if I want everyone up in my business. I just wanna exchange my ZIM and be on my way. I don’t want my family hurt. I don’t want my friends hurt. I don’t want me hurt. Being found in a hotel room dressed in black leather with the front page headline saying something about homoerotic asphyxiation can’t be good. Don’t send in the clowns. You say they don’t write songs about the halfhearted. We’ll they don’t write songs about that either, Heisenberg. No one wants to go out with a red scarf on a door. You can keep your hero shit. Jesus already came down here to save my soul. And last I checked… you ain’t him. As much as you want to be him, you ain’t. Check yo self.
Bloody great point. Jesus did make his way down here for us. Into the suck. Tried his best in the short amount of time he had to teach humanity. Teach what? Well… for one, we are not invisible. We have more power than we give ourselves credit for. Than they give us credit for. We are not slaves. We can think for ourselves. Money is the root of all evil. And maybe, perhaps the greatest lesson of all is it’s alright to die. *screeeech*
What are most humans greatest fear? Isolation? Mockery? Derision? #fartgate? I guess we are simply pack animals who find self worth in the eyes of others. Twitter validate me. Facebook look at my great vacations and spread jealousy throughout the digital land. Gaze at me. Judge me, in a good way. Like me. Retweet me. Follow me. Friend me. Give me a SAG. Give me a globe. Give me an Oscar. Give a shit. Give me a break. Yes, being excommunicated from the church of public acceptance is up there. But death? Not even sure if he was going for a lesson in overcoming the fear of death… but thru his actions, he did. I guess it all goes back to what kind of life one leads. Or wants to lead. What’s your story, morning glory?
Did Jesus lead a ho hum life? Cruised thru sickness of others? Slid thru parasite possession? Phoned it in in the temple? I don’t know. Let’s see….
And Jesus entered the temple and drove out all who sold and bought in the temple, and he overturned the tables of the money-changers and the seats of those who sold pigeons. He said to them, “It is written, ‘My house shall be called a house of prayer,’ but you make it a den of robbers” - Matthew 21:12-17
Well alrightee then. Jesus made a whip. And used it. And I think someone heard him say “My name is Dolomite.” Unconfirmed. Treat as rumor. But still. Jesus was the one the cabal feared. He was the one changing hearts and minds. He was the one undoing all their slave conditioning. He was the one opening up all the sheep’s pens even though they were too afraid to walk out. Jesus wasn’t the guy behind the guy. Jesus was the guy. He was THAT bitch.
You know who else was THAT bitch? Seth Rich. Chris Cornell. Isaac Kappy. You say you want a leader… but can’t seem to make up your mind.
https://qmap.pub/deaths
As we can see, not many will be as remembered as was Jedi Master Jesus. One in a trillion remembered. To that level, that is. If you could stand up to the man and be remembered throughout time as Jesus was, would you? Kind of an easy Q, isn’t it? I would. In a heartbeat. My legacy. 2000 years and going strong. A trillion retweets. The GOAT. But let’s come back to reality. How about 100? If you chose to be that bitch and 100 humans remembered your name and preached your works and wrote songs about you, would you? Still a respectable facebook following. But how about 25? Or 10? Or 5? Where’s the that bitch line in the sand? For 5 apostles would you be willing to commit your life as Jesus done? 5 people? That’s still not that bad in this ADD snowflake attention span of a worm world. Now 1 just doesn’t make that much sense. Unless that 1 was really good and sold your story like ice to the Eskimos. That would be amazing. But a 1 for 1 trade just looks like a lateral move on paper. I think there’s a few out there in Paddys who just might possibly go there for 2. Selfless individuals who put their race and their country first. Ones who can turn their back on a ZIM gumdrop world where one can buy all the possessions one has always desired. The ones who say I may not get there with you…. but I want you to know tonight, we as a people shall get to the promised land. The ones who are fine with getting their bodies torn to pieces for just the right cause. Well, brother…. If you’re waiting for a better cause to come down the road, you’re going to be waiting a very long while. You know who also was that bitch? William Wallace. Born in 1270 and died in 1305, some yahoo in a pub south of the tracks still sings of his bravery tonight. Oh yea. That bitch alright.
FREEDOM!!!
But I’m not here to pass judgement. That’s not in the job description. That’s someone else’s task with a much higher pay grade than Heis. But it is my duty (I said duty) to call a spade a spade when the light warrants it. If you got woke along the way, are you still able to have sugar plum dreams of vegas vegas vegas dance thru your head? Do Gulfstreams and yachts still fill up your browser history? Are there some things about Jesus you like and stop short of others? Are the life lessons of Jesus an ala cart menu? I’ll do everything but over turn the apple cart. And dying before the RV. I didn’t sit thru this entire movie that was longer than the Irishman to check out before the RV. I likes fireworks. I likes pigs feets. It’s not that I don’t respect the works of Jesus…. it’s just I abhor confrontation. And I’m not sure which side I really want to root for. There’s somethings about both good and evil that attract me. Convince me. You want my vote. Sell me.
And that brings us to tonight’s word: YA BASIC
I get it. Many hear the call. Few rise up. Many stay seated. It’s your story. You decide how it ends. Free will. And no amount of Seth Riching will guilt trip one into making the ultimate sacrifice. I get it. can I share something with you? Those on this side of no man’s land find it easy if not comical to toss stones over the razor wire. Call them names you never thought existed for their despicable deeds you never knew existed. Duran Duran this. Selena Gomez that. But some of these people had an innocent desire to truly entertain and act and tell stories on the big silver screen. Or the little screen. Do you think they were informed of the vrill and the yellow eye clause on the day they got off the bus from Smallville? You think they were given the Easter egg answer of little baby Jason on day one? You know they didn’t. It was a slow con of getting the mark accustomed to fame and fortune on one hand and blackmail and threats on the other till they were beyond the point of no return. And besides, a contract is a contract. But here’s the thing. Did you know, when the basterds own you through a contract, they own all your works. Your likeness. Your DNA. Hi clone Joan. Hope you like porking old crusty sleaze bags a mile underground. The price of fame and fortune. You must choose one or the other. Though neither of them are to be what they claim. Not only do they own you… they own your children. Talk about let my people go. Let my children go. Let my sons go. Let my daughters go. I don’t want to go as far as to say the sins of the father but damn. There’s nothing a man wouldn’t do for his family.
So I’m just glad my job description doesn’t include judgement. I’ve heard things I wish I never heard. This whole bad trip is everything I wish I didn’t know. How could they know? Parasite got a standing ovation from the SAG awards audience? And it’s on Obamas favorite book list? Are you kidding me? You think Hollywood is trying to overcompensate for something? Are the egos that easily bruised? I mean Brad keeps winning so not sure why you all gotta stand up and put on those big Hollywood shiny happy smiles for the cameras. Is this about the Ricky Gervais thing? That’s ancient history. Fuggedaboutdit. Water under the bridge. How am I funny? Am I funny like a clown? How am I funny? But I digress.
Lets just say you’re tired of being basic. I get it. put me in coach. Let me be an instrument of your will. It’s not that hard. That’s what she said. All it takes for you to go from ya basic to that bitch is simple. Any yahoo can do it. All you have to do is make a choice. Make a choice with all your heart and soul. but careful where you aim with your #thefinalbow. Because if you truly give yourself to the light or the dark for that matter, things will happen. Supernatural things from interdimensional beings will present themselves in little ways. And big ways. Inspiration. Wonder what makes the best of the best the best? Powerful ally is the force. And if you feel as if you truly want to play Jesus to humanity, all it takes is a promise to a higher being. And they will hear you. Did you know ET’s and EDs communicate telepathically? Do if you think they aren’t reading your mind right now, ya basic. Especially if you are reading this flyer in the men’s stall at Paddys. I think everyone here is.
And lets be real. This works for the Sith too. Everyone needs a few good men. If you choose to accept this mission, it will be the ride of your lives. And you might just be able to play Jesus without the William Wallace ending. Wouldn’t that be nice? That’s a good story to tell. That’s a hero for the decades. But no promises. Bourdain and Seth Rich are bleak reminders of what being a hero could get you. But if you are willing to accept the possibility you might die, then there just might be a song out there with your name it. Just ask Donnie if he’s got one left in the tank. A heroes ballad.
So what you say, Dongville? You wanna be a burr in Adolf’s saddle? You wanna be the ghost in cloning facility? You wanna be the left handed monkey wrench in the projector? You wanna stand up to fear and rip down the wizards curtain? You wanna be the voice of a revolution?
Next Stage is the Revolution of Love
You wanna be THAT bitch?
And that’s the word
Heisenberg
Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine (Unable to embed below)
Driver 8
Smokestack Lightning
Didn't It Rain?
She’s the One
Hallelujah Here She Comes
The Day I Die
To The Kill
Whos that man?
Black
Nothing Compares 2 U
True Love Way
We Take Care of Our Own
I've been knockin' on the door that holds the throne
I've been lookin' for the map that leads me home
I've been stumblin' on good hearts turned to stone
The road of good intentions has gone dry as bone
We take care of our own
We take care of our own
Wherever this flag's flown
We take care of our own
From Chicago to New Orleans
From the muscle to the bone
From the shotgun shack to the Superdome
There ain't no help the cavalry's stayed home
There ain't no-one hearing the bugle blown
We take care of our own
We take care of our own
Wherever this flag's flown
We take care of our own
Where the eyes, the eyes with the will to see
Where the hearts, that run over with mercy
Where's the love that has not forsaken me
Where's the work that set my hands, my soul free
Where's the spirit that'll reign, reign over me
Where's the promise, from sea to shining sea
Where's the promise, from sea to shining sea
Wherever this flag is flown
Wherever this flag is flown
Wherever this flag is flown
We take care of our own
We take care of our own
Wherever this flag's flown
We take care of our own
We take care of our own
We take care of our own
Wherever this flag's flown
We take care of our own
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Copyright © 2019 Dinar Chronicles
Oh my God, Becky. Look at her butt – Sir Mix-a-Lot
And that brings us to tonight’s word: THAT BITCH
How do you want your story to be told? At the end of this spiritual war, how will you want to be remembered? What’s the theme of your life’s story? A rags to riches story? The underdog? Seabiscut? An story of inspiration? Forrest Gump? A martyr? Cold hand Luke? Anthony Bourdain? Phil Schneider? Seth Rich? Jesus Christ? One who would die for their country? The Patriot? Braveheart? A nationalist? Or one who fights corruption in the very institutions designed to protect the people? Training Day? Or maybe one who would fight and die for their race? Willingly? No mercs here. Independence Day? Starship Troopers? Or is yours a story where no one dies? A story of one trying to make their way back home against all odds? Breakfast Club? The prodigal son? Or one trying to reunite with lost loved ones? Finding Nemo? Or one who simply has had enough of this 3D lack filled, rigged game called life and has been given one shot by the Gods and takes it? One shot to climb out of the dirt pit we were born into? Gods are busy. They may not make it back this way. Strangers in the night. You got one shot at greatness. Know it. Recognize it. Take it. Be on the watch. It may not be much light. But it beats the darkness.
Take the shot. But be careful where you aim… cause where you aim… you just might hit. You want to be the hero? With great power comes great responsibility. You want to be famous movie actor on the big screen? You want to be a rock star and make all kinds of money and chicks? Have you SEEN vrill Bill?
You want to be a politician and lead your people out of slavery and into the unknown desert? One thing about leading… if you fall, you fall alone. And Scar is waiting in the wings to take your crown. And your queen. And your kids. And your dog. Whos that man living my life? And to run all your precious sheep off a cliff. Ouch. So how do you want your story to be told someday? At retirement? At your funeral? In other galaxies? As you slowly became addicted to a steady diet of red pills… as you slowly became blinded by the light of truth that is this cesspool of a world created for, of and by wolves only to serve the wolves… did you come to the realization your story is one of tragedy? A Shakespearean maze you can’t seem to escape. An Macbeth escape room that’s smarter than you. Every story an endless tragedy? 3 minimum wage jobs to survive? Paying off a car you need to go to a job so you can make money to pay car payments? Watching young men and women go fight other young men and women for cocaine mafia? Witnessing poor families get fatter and sicker? And their children ripped from their arms never to be seen again? It’s easy to slip into the darkness of the tragedy. But at some point on this long journey home and to our freedom, are we able to tell ourselves, I used to think my life was a tragedy… but now I realize it’s a fu**ing comedy?
And what’s your role in your personal story? How do you want to be remembered decades from now? Do you think you don’t have the lead man in you? The best actress in a lead role? Let someone else be Flash. I’m not tall enough. My cheek bones are hanging a little low. Hairline is fading. I’m not sure I’m ready for the loud lights of center stage. I don’t know if I want everyone up in my business. I just wanna exchange my ZIM and be on my way. I don’t want my family hurt. I don’t want my friends hurt. I don’t want me hurt. Being found in a hotel room dressed in black leather with the front page headline saying something about homoerotic asphyxiation can’t be good. Don’t send in the clowns. You say they don’t write songs about the halfhearted. We’ll they don’t write songs about that either, Heisenberg. No one wants to go out with a red scarf on a door. You can keep your hero shit. Jesus already came down here to save my soul. And last I checked… you ain’t him. As much as you want to be him, you ain’t. Check yo self.
Bloody great point. Jesus did make his way down here for us. Into the suck. Tried his best in the short amount of time he had to teach humanity. Teach what? Well… for one, we are not invisible. We have more power than we give ourselves credit for. Than they give us credit for. We are not slaves. We can think for ourselves. Money is the root of all evil. And maybe, perhaps the greatest lesson of all is it’s alright to die. *screeeech*
What are most humans greatest fear? Isolation? Mockery? Derision? #fartgate? I guess we are simply pack animals who find self worth in the eyes of others. Twitter validate me. Facebook look at my great vacations and spread jealousy throughout the digital land. Gaze at me. Judge me, in a good way. Like me. Retweet me. Follow me. Friend me. Give me a SAG. Give me a globe. Give me an Oscar. Give a shit. Give me a break. Yes, being excommunicated from the church of public acceptance is up there. But death? Not even sure if he was going for a lesson in overcoming the fear of death… but thru his actions, he did. I guess it all goes back to what kind of life one leads. Or wants to lead. What’s your story, morning glory?
Did Jesus lead a ho hum life? Cruised thru sickness of others? Slid thru parasite possession? Phoned it in in the temple? I don’t know. Let’s see….
And Jesus entered the temple and drove out all who sold and bought in the temple, and he overturned the tables of the money-changers and the seats of those who sold pigeons. He said to them, “It is written, ‘My house shall be called a house of prayer,’ but you make it a den of robbers” - Matthew 21:12-17
Well alrightee then. Jesus made a whip. And used it. And I think someone heard him say “My name is Dolomite.” Unconfirmed. Treat as rumor. But still. Jesus was the one the cabal feared. He was the one changing hearts and minds. He was the one undoing all their slave conditioning. He was the one opening up all the sheep’s pens even though they were too afraid to walk out. Jesus wasn’t the guy behind the guy. Jesus was the guy. He was THAT bitch.
You know who else was THAT bitch? Seth Rich. Chris Cornell. Isaac Kappy. You say you want a leader… but can’t seem to make up your mind.
https://qmap.pub/deaths
As we can see, not many will be as remembered as was Jedi Master Jesus. One in a trillion remembered. To that level, that is. If you could stand up to the man and be remembered throughout time as Jesus was, would you? Kind of an easy Q, isn’t it? I would. In a heartbeat. My legacy. 2000 years and going strong. A trillion retweets. The GOAT. But let’s come back to reality. How about 100? If you chose to be that bitch and 100 humans remembered your name and preached your works and wrote songs about you, would you? Still a respectable facebook following. But how about 25? Or 10? Or 5? Where’s the that bitch line in the sand? For 5 apostles would you be willing to commit your life as Jesus done? 5 people? That’s still not that bad in this ADD snowflake attention span of a worm world. Now 1 just doesn’t make that much sense. Unless that 1 was really good and sold your story like ice to the Eskimos. That would be amazing. But a 1 for 1 trade just looks like a lateral move on paper. I think there’s a few out there in Paddys who just might possibly go there for 2. Selfless individuals who put their race and their country first. Ones who can turn their back on a ZIM gumdrop world where one can buy all the possessions one has always desired. The ones who say I may not get there with you…. but I want you to know tonight, we as a people shall get to the promised land. The ones who are fine with getting their bodies torn to pieces for just the right cause. Well, brother…. If you’re waiting for a better cause to come down the road, you’re going to be waiting a very long while. You know who also was that bitch? William Wallace. Born in 1270 and died in 1305, some yahoo in a pub south of the tracks still sings of his bravery tonight. Oh yea. That bitch alright.
FREEDOM!!!
But I’m not here to pass judgement. That’s not in the job description. That’s someone else’s task with a much higher pay grade than Heis. But it is my duty (I said duty) to call a spade a spade when the light warrants it. If you got woke along the way, are you still able to have sugar plum dreams of vegas vegas vegas dance thru your head? Do Gulfstreams and yachts still fill up your browser history? Are there some things about Jesus you like and stop short of others? Are the life lessons of Jesus an ala cart menu? I’ll do everything but over turn the apple cart. And dying before the RV. I didn’t sit thru this entire movie that was longer than the Irishman to check out before the RV. I likes fireworks. I likes pigs feets. It’s not that I don’t respect the works of Jesus…. it’s just I abhor confrontation. And I’m not sure which side I really want to root for. There’s somethings about both good and evil that attract me. Convince me. You want my vote. Sell me.
And that brings us to tonight’s word: YA BASIC
I get it. Many hear the call. Few rise up. Many stay seated. It’s your story. You decide how it ends. Free will. And no amount of Seth Riching will guilt trip one into making the ultimate sacrifice. I get it. can I share something with you? Those on this side of no man’s land find it easy if not comical to toss stones over the razor wire. Call them names you never thought existed for their despicable deeds you never knew existed. Duran Duran this. Selena Gomez that. But some of these people had an innocent desire to truly entertain and act and tell stories on the big silver screen. Or the little screen. Do you think they were informed of the vrill and the yellow eye clause on the day they got off the bus from Smallville? You think they were given the Easter egg answer of little baby Jason on day one? You know they didn’t. It was a slow con of getting the mark accustomed to fame and fortune on one hand and blackmail and threats on the other till they were beyond the point of no return. And besides, a contract is a contract. But here’s the thing. Did you know, when the basterds own you through a contract, they own all your works. Your likeness. Your DNA. Hi clone Joan. Hope you like porking old crusty sleaze bags a mile underground. The price of fame and fortune. You must choose one or the other. Though neither of them are to be what they claim. Not only do they own you… they own your children. Talk about let my people go. Let my children go. Let my sons go. Let my daughters go. I don’t want to go as far as to say the sins of the father but damn. There’s nothing a man wouldn’t do for his family.
So I’m just glad my job description doesn’t include judgement. I’ve heard things I wish I never heard. This whole bad trip is everything I wish I didn’t know. How could they know? Parasite got a standing ovation from the SAG awards audience? And it’s on Obamas favorite book list? Are you kidding me? You think Hollywood is trying to overcompensate for something? Are the egos that easily bruised? I mean Brad keeps winning so not sure why you all gotta stand up and put on those big Hollywood shiny happy smiles for the cameras. Is this about the Ricky Gervais thing? That’s ancient history. Fuggedaboutdit. Water under the bridge. How am I funny? Am I funny like a clown? How am I funny? But I digress.
Lets just say you’re tired of being basic. I get it. put me in coach. Let me be an instrument of your will. It’s not that hard. That’s what she said. All it takes for you to go from ya basic to that bitch is simple. Any yahoo can do it. All you have to do is make a choice. Make a choice with all your heart and soul. but careful where you aim with your #thefinalbow. Because if you truly give yourself to the light or the dark for that matter, things will happen. Supernatural things from interdimensional beings will present themselves in little ways. And big ways. Inspiration. Wonder what makes the best of the best the best? Powerful ally is the force. And if you feel as if you truly want to play Jesus to humanity, all it takes is a promise to a higher being. And they will hear you. Did you know ET’s and EDs communicate telepathically? Do if you think they aren’t reading your mind right now, ya basic. Especially if you are reading this flyer in the men’s stall at Paddys. I think everyone here is.
And lets be real. This works for the Sith too. Everyone needs a few good men. If you choose to accept this mission, it will be the ride of your lives. And you might just be able to play Jesus without the William Wallace ending. Wouldn’t that be nice? That’s a good story to tell. That’s a hero for the decades. But no promises. Bourdain and Seth Rich are bleak reminders of what being a hero could get you. But if you are willing to accept the possibility you might die, then there just might be a song out there with your name it. Just ask Donnie if he’s got one left in the tank. A heroes ballad.
So what you say, Dongville? You wanna be a burr in Adolf’s saddle? You wanna be the ghost in cloning facility? You wanna be the left handed monkey wrench in the projector? You wanna stand up to fear and rip down the wizards curtain? You wanna be the voice of a revolution?
Next Stage is the Revolution of Love
You wanna be THAT bitch?
And that’s the word
Heisenberg
Jenny Was A Friend Of Mine (Unable to embed below)
Driver 8
Smokestack Lightning
Didn't It Rain?
She’s the One
Hallelujah Here She Comes
The Day I Die
To The Kill
Whos that man?
Black
Nothing Compares 2 U
True Love Way
We Take Care of Our Own
I've been knockin' on the door that holds the throne
I've been lookin' for the map that leads me home
I've been stumblin' on good hearts turned to stone
The road of good intentions has gone dry as bone
We take care of our own
We take care of our own
Wherever this flag's flown
We take care of our own
From Chicago to New Orleans
From the muscle to the bone
From the shotgun shack to the Superdome
There ain't no help the cavalry's stayed home
There ain't no-one hearing the bugle blown
We take care of our own
We take care of our own
Wherever this flag's flown
We take care of our own
Where the eyes, the eyes with the will to see
Where the hearts, that run over with mercy
Where's the love that has not forsaken me
Where's the work that set my hands, my soul free
Where's the spirit that'll reign, reign over me
Where's the promise, from sea to shining sea
Where's the promise, from sea to shining sea
Wherever this flag is flown
Wherever this flag is flown
Wherever this flag is flown
We take care of our own
We take care of our own
Wherever this flag's flown
We take care of our own
We take care of our own
We take care of our own
Wherever this flag's flown
We take care of our own
______________________________________________________
If you wish to contact the author of any reader submitted guest post, you can give us an email at UniversalOm432Hz@gmail.com and we'll forward your request to the author.
______________________________________________________
All articles, videos, and images posted on Dinar Chronicles were submitted by readers and/or handpicked by the site itself for informational and/or entertainment purposes.
Dinar Chronicles is not a registered investment adviser, broker dealer, banker or currency dealer and as such, no information on the website should be construed as investment advice. We do not support, represent or guarantee the completeness, truthfulness, accuracy, or reliability of any content or communications posted on this site. Information posted on this site may or may not be fictitious. We do not intend to and are not providing financial, legal, tax, political or any other advice to readers of this website.
Copyright © 2019 Dinar Chronicles
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