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  • The Thom Hartmann Program - Aug 30th 2018   16 weeks 4 days ago

    Sorry HotCoffee, I never thought I would say this but Limbaugh is still out and with more ammo to load I just turned on Hartmann. He is either high as a kite or going completely off his rocker. He is talking so fast he sounds like a cartoon character. It has to be cocaine. If you get this in time catch his last half hour. I have never heard anything like it.

  • The Thom Hartmann Program - Aug 30th 2018   16 weeks 4 days ago

    Hey DianeR,

    This is on my radar this morning.....

    According to the Department of Agriculture, if this government shutdown stretches into February there won’t be money for food stamps. And it certainly looks like this shutdown could last for quite a while, because President Trump is not backing down on his demand for border wall funding, and the Democrats have pledged not to give him a single penny. So a few weeks from now, approximately 38 million people could be suddenly cut off from the food stamp program. If that scenario were to unfold, there is no telling what could happen. After just a few days, government workers are already freaking out about having their paychecks delayed. If people are getting this restless already, what will things look like when tens of millions of Americans are suddenly cut off from their primary source of food money?


    I will dis-continue the little story...

    Wouldn't you think the left would love Melania...an immigrant that speaks several languages and loves America?

    No ryhme or reasoning to their thinking or lack thereof.


  • The Thom Hartmann Program - Aug 30th 2018   16 weeks 4 days ago

    Good morning HotCoffee. With respect to you posting that bloggers story, it may be violating some copyright laws buried deep in the rules of this forum.

    Geez, I did not know Hartmann does a TV show also. I have never seen Free Speech TV and just knowing they promote Hartmann hatred I never will bother. No wonder he is so balled up when he starts his show. Holy s**t at his age I would think a life change is in order. Lot's of narcissism going on in that little head.

    I am currently enjoying the media trying to dump cold water on President Trump's visit to the troops in Iraq. They are even back to whining over Melania wearing boots.

    Never forget, the difference between a crying baby and a leftie/socialist, one day the baby will grow up.

    Love this

  • The Thom Hartmann Program - Aug 30th 2018   16 weeks 5 days ago

    Hey Diane,

    I could only take a commercials worth of Thom at a time. Seems like they would pop from hatred by now. He's on free speech TV for 3 hours every morning. Geez talk about an overdose.

    The little story is being written as I post it by someone I follow on another blog. I think he's doing a fantastic job. It's all his own creation.

    No offence will be taken, just say so if you get bored with it.

    Lucifer’s Semi-Final Conclave….Part 5

    After exchanging initial pleasantries, Danielle did not feel like conversation at all as George navigated 380 east. She was, in a word, pissed at both Bill and George. Both mentally and soon to be physically if their destination does not appear, like NOW. I am going to have to speed up the training cycle on Bill, she murmured to herself….right after I launch his behind into next September. Ladies DO NOT like to be hustled out so hurriedly that they forget the most important prerequisite to a road trip. Hoo, she muttered, as the now empty magnum of wine rolled about her feet and she firmly clinched her hips together.

    She had just retrieved a tissue from her small shoulder bag and was at the point of asking (ask, hell---demanding) George to pull over and cut the lights, he slowed and turned into a graveled area marked with a large sign… USG PROPERTY-NO ADMITTANCE -- WARNING--TURN AROUND NOW-- DO NOT EXIT YOUR VEHICLE---

    On the far side of the area was a narrow paved road blocked with a pair of steel gates spaced about 25 feet apart. The first gate opened as the Toyota approached.
    As George continued forward, the first gate closed and the area between the gates was suddenly illuminated with brilliant light. A small sign on the second gate warned…PARKING LIGHTS ONLY… George extinguished the Headlights on the Toyota. After 15 seconds or so, during which Danielle winced and squirmed with extreme need of relief, the second gate opened. Once past the two gates, the narrow paved road continued into the blackness, marked with dim red edge lights and fenced on either side with razor wire. It continued into another well lit paved area with several signs on both sides of the road which read:


    Less than 100 feet further up the drive, and past a pair of glass guardhouses each with two armed men dressed in khakis, their destination building finally became visible, camouflaged in a recess of a sandstone butte. The building was so positioned as to be not visible from the guard houses. George drove the truck to the small entrance door and cut the engine, whereupon the Toyota was instantly surrounded by six heavily armed men, two on each side, and one each in front and back. George held the transponder on his necklace firmly against his closed window.

    The one in back jumped into the bed of the truck, and after shining a light in all areas of the bed, nodded to the others. The one in front extended a long pole with a sensor box underneath the truck. 10 seconds later Danielle was blinded by the light shining through her window into her face. She almost lost it then, but kept her hips tightly clinched. The ones on Georges side identified him quickly and opening the door, sharply saluted. Virtually simultaneously, Danielle’s door swung open. One guard politely claimed her bags while the second assisted her in stepping down. George joined the group as they walked the few steps to the entrance. There was a very small brass plaque on the door which read: Welcome To Rocksense West.

    While one guard placed her bags on the security inspection belt, they passed through the inspection arch. As the guard, whose name tag read "1312" was rifling her bags, Danielle, in her special voice, said, Sir, could you please clear the small maroon pouch in the bottom of the zipper bag FIRST? It’s kind of a female semi-emergency…

    Smiling, he opened her makeup pouch, glanced awkwardly but briefly inside and handed it to her.

    Danielle had, immediately upon entering, spotted the necessary room, and glancing at George, who nodded, she disappeared inside. After what seemed like a pleasant eternity to her, she exited the stall and walked to the sink, smiling contentedly all the way…that is until she inevitably looked into the mirror. That universal curse of females. ….CRAP…It’s OBSCENE for a woman my age to have such lines under their eyes… and just look at that shiny nose….it’s too damned BIG, she silently mused. And that beauty mark on her right cheek…was it growing larger?

    So she began--- she rooted through the bag and dug out her hairbrush, one of her two last sample packs of Tatcha, her vial of Maybelline Fit Me Matte+, her eyeliner, which so perfectly complemented her electric- blue eyes, and her mini-bottle of blush lip gloss…damn, where is my charcoal cleansing bar? ---- answering aloud she said…it’s in the freaking shower at the Hotel, you dipshit, where you left it.…she glared at the bag in disgust… looking around the room she spotted the old standard hand soap dispenser adjacent to the sink… the one she had just used upon exiting the stall….CRAP… no choice….

    She first began brushing and teasing her dark auburn hair into a rough approximation of the attractive pixie cut she had, just today--or ? was it two days ago? -- adopted with the recommendation of the hotel stylist. Then, using carefully folded damp paper towels she gently scrubbed her face with the greatly diluted hand soap, and thoroughly rinsed with warm water, blotted carefully away. Then, finishing the preliminaries by turning the nozzle of the bathroom’s electric hand dryer upward toward her face. Improvising had always been Danielle’s best friend.

    She as of yet had no idea how soon and how important her ability to improvise would become of much greater benefit.

    She critically examined her reflection in the mirror, and was almost perfectly pleased with what she saw. She had done a not-too-bad job (considering) with the rest of her war paint. True, the cammies she was dressed in did absolutely nothing to complement her appearance, but..she mused…it is what it is. That black dress, she thought, and those black pumps, on the other hand….

    A few final, well placed touches of the hairbrush and a brief spray of her Euphoria, had Danielle in a considerably improved disposition….

    BUT, she mentally renewed her vow that she was STILL going to kick Bills’ rear end…with all the vigor her 5 foot stature could muster. Definitely. Bank on it.

    She replaced her possessions in the pouch, and included a folded length of TP wrapped carefully in two paper towels. She was as ready as she could be, she thought as she headed to the door. OK, Bill,,,prepare yourself….Here I come…
    Prince Doubt gazed about the room.... The visage of all of the Generals actually betrayed their accustomed demeanor by seemingly exhibiting the characteristics of the sole General who had been excluded from their group since Lord Lucifer had assumed his rightful role of Master. General Fear.

    He recalled within himself that Lord Lucifer had banished General Fear from their midst, for obviously Fear has no place among we who are masters of all.. and in addition, though it was not known for certain, rumor had it that General Fear had sided with the Imposter’s third, and now dwelt there as a leader, essentially leading the remnant which Lucifer had just mentioned. He had supposedly changed somewhat in character, from Fear to Righteous Indignation, and had his name changed by the Imposter to Michael.

    It was, however fully known that it was, indeed, A Michael who banished Lucifer and our third from our previous home.

    If that be the case, he mused, the Spirits to incarnate in these humans, could cause great Fear indeed in the near future as Lord Lucifer’s plan evolves.

    Prince Doubt was rudely jarred out of his mental gymnastics, as Lord Lucifer boomed… DOUBT! Continue as requested…WHAT is your plan to deal with that accursed remnant? … Speak now…

    It was at this point that Doubt NEARLY disappeared in a flame, for he had nearly said "a thousand pardons, Lord Lucifer…" And Doubt knew, as all of them do, that Lord Lucifer NEVER pardons ANYONE --for ANYTHING. Pardon is in fact a severe character weakness and abomination worthy only of demise.

    Since the beginning, that has been a cardinal rule, and it was for that, as well as compassion and a great many such acts by the Imposter that Lucifer had Him painfully crucified, years ago. Thankfully, for Doubt’s sake he barely caught his mental mistake. Even though Lucifer depended strongly on Doubt and his servants for many if not most of his deception of humans, there was a great number of our crew which could easily fill in admirably upon the demise of Prince Doubt.

    Prince Doubt began…Certainly Lord Lucifer, I do however request your continued protection, for facts need be discussed.… Continue, said Lucifer…

    Doubt began….First a bit of review is necessary such that we can see the sure success in the plan. Please bear with me.

    Anu, my most dependable servant, as you know has been elevated for centuries as our expert in Deception of humans. He has of course, again, over the centuries been greatly aided by all seven of you illustrious Generals, and surely we could not have advanced to this point without your timely assistance.

    For example, after we created the many humans in our likeness to serve us, the Imposter personally formed a human of his own, and favored him above all our creations with particular gifts and his own portion of earth, which was well defended by His Spirits against invasion by other humans who were obligated solely to us.

    Lord Lucifer, in his wisdom, succeeded in the initial deception. He gained the trust over this first pair and introduced them both to our specialty, that is, carnal knowledge.

    As a natural result, paternal twins were born to the woman. The first was, Kayin, Lord Lucifer’s son, and shortly came forth the second, as you know as Adam’s son, Hebel.

    Gloriously, human death was begun. This continued for 10 human generations, until finally, our goal was within a few humans of completion.

    This tenth descendant from Adam, Noach, Was informed by the Imposter to seek refuge in a floating shelter with his family nnd a flesh pair of all creation, which by order and definition, included Kayin’s offspring. Once prepared, the Imposter, as you know, destroyed our planet of observation, leaving only a string of barren and lifeless rocks orbiting in it’s stead. Many of the rocks struck this earth, and punctured and disfigured it’s surface, unleashing oceans of water beneath the surface, which deluged and pressed all human breath from our servants. We were nearly there, but not quite. Admirably, Anu succeeded in deceiving our surviving humans accompanying Noach by being a very god to them, using the wiles of you Generals. His accomplishments were a most illustrious performance indeed, as even to this very day is recorded and lauded in human annals.

    Anu did such an admirable job, that his duties were expanded to include the chief room of human deception. His human followers, after another 10 generations had covered the land with multitudes. and were once again in position for total control.

    Yet, once again The Imposter selected one Abram, a son of the human Terah, one of Anu’s major human servants, to send one of those accursed remnant Spirits to trouble us yet again. This time, however, the Imposter closed the womb of Abram’s wife, to preclude any chance of inadvertent dilution of Abram’s sons by our servants. I, Doubt, was forced into action, because the Spirit within Abram totally rejected all forms of human deceit with regards to human gods. Alas, he spoke directly to the Spirit of the Imposter. In time, I succeeded in manifesting Doubt in Abram’s wife, Sarah, by continually reminding her of the obvious falsity of the Imposter’s words to Abram. Facts were…She was barren and cursed so by Abram’s ‘god’, who had promised him sons by Sarah. Sarah finally relented to my continual suggestion, that only by her providing a surrogate mother, could the vow be achieved. Sarah finally convinced Abram to bed her maid. The maid bore Abraham’s a son, Ishmael, who we so nurtured he became the father of fully a fourth of all of earth’s peoples, those who have Anu’s earthly offspring, Mohammed, as their god to this very day.

    Our biggest problem manifested about 2 centuries after Sarah’s deception by myself. The Imposter opened the womb of Sarah in her latter years, and indeed Abram had a Son of his own loins according to the Imposter’s promise. The Imposter spoke to the Spirit of Abram‘s grandson, Jacob in such manner to convey ALL of the promises given to Abram to this heel grabber, Jacob. Although Jacob was the twin brother of Edom, The Imposter withheld many blessings from Esau and gave the greater portion of all to Jacob. Years later, although I tried mightily, and had considerable aid from you all, The Imposter changed Jacob’s name to Israel, which as you all know, means "A human that has strived with God, and yet has prevailed".

    This, in retrospect was only the beginning of our misfortunes. For Israel had twelve sons. We are indeed fortunate the the vast majority of them were won over as our servants. Jacob’s favorite son, Joseph, was sold into slavery by the others due to the perseverance of General Envy. (Doubt gave him a nod)…
    Anu, in his office as Deception, used his connections among his Egyptian priests to have Joseph cast into prison. We thought that would be the end of the matter, but the Spirit within Joseph so persevered with Israel’s words, that not only was he released from prison, he had 2 sons of his own, and was so great in his work, that he became chief of all Egypt, honored by Anu’s own Pharaoh, as well as being greatly loved by most Egyptians. Thus in time, Israel passed ALL the Spiritual promises he had inherited from his grandfather Abraham to his grandsons, ie Joseph’s two sons, Manasseh and Ephraim. Even specifically saying "Let my name be named on them". Since he had passed his name on, and was no longer Israel, Jacob blessed his other 11 sons with great physical blessings under the condition that they only maintained them so long as the ’dwelt’ in Israel, who were now solely Joseph’s sons, Manasseh and Ephraim.

    Thus Abraham’s offspring grew into a multitude as promised, ironically nurtured by Anu’s own followers. A great number of the Imposter’s chosen Spirits incarnated at that time, but not nearly as many who followed them for the next 7 centuries. The Imposter sent a plethora of Spirits to guide them. Finally Anu and many of his servants were able to organize his chief contacts in Assyria, and later, Babylon to send great numbers of soldiers to carry them away from their posterity.

    We of course again have to recognize General Envy’s work in influencing israels’ human kings with Anu’s captains, primarily Baal, Moloch and Diana…

    Again, we believed our travail was near a victorious end, but The Imposter sent one of his powerful Spirits to Persia, who overcame both Assyria and Babylon. Cyrus ordered the release and return of the (now named Jews) to their homeland. This would have been quite acceptable to us, as Anu had easily deceived and infiltrated their ’religion’ with many priests and prophets. However, the vast majority of Joseph’s sons were not tempted by Cyrus offer and millions of them fled north across the Caucas mountains, and were so scattered that no amount of organizing any "religion’ was possible for us. We did send Generals Greed, Envy, Wrath and Lust in hot pursuit after them, but they had little organized success.

    However, as of late, those four Generals, have been joined by Generals Sloth and Gluttony, and with considerable help from General Pride, they have both located, and settled in with them, being welcomed with open arms with their many gifts. That is the singular bright ray of hope for our plan.

    More on that momentarily.

    Continuing, after the return of the Jews from Babylon, things were going much better for some 5 centuries. The majority of the Imposter’s Prophet Spirits had died out. Oh, there were some, but they were essentially ineffective in opposing us. We had sent multitudes of their own brothers against them as the Greeks and Romans. These dupes had been so thoroughly deceived by Anu, that they had no idea that they were, in fact Israelites themselves who had left many, many years before the Assyrians first invaded.

    About 20 centuries before today, the Imposter in person elected to incarnate in human flesh, leaving behind all traces of his knowledge and memory to be retrieved in his flesh via faith in his own Word. I believe that was the moment that General Fear betrayed betrayed Lord Lucifer, for when we realized what had occurred, most of us were indeed fearful. Further, those who elected to follow the teaching of the Imposter, grew to experience no fear at all, even while staring death in the face.

    Lucifer cleared his throat, as though to speak, but just glared at prince Doubt and remained silent..

    Sensing this, Doubt toned it down. He continued… Of course it did not work, since Lord Lucifer punished him severely, crucifying him and in fact chased the Imposter back to the Spirit world.

    But, there were scribes at the time, which were not as we think of scribes. They were of no earthly esteem, and were vastly uneducated. These rough fellows somehow composed a vast collection of records, which remain to this day, and although the vast majority of people ignore them as fantasy at our urging, there are, nevertheless an increasing number of the Spirits of the remnant being incarnated which perpetrate this fantasy daily.

    Now, friends we know for a fact, that there are a sum total of 12 billion Spirits in total to incarnate, measured from the beginning. As of this present time, we are returning huge numbers to the Spirit world through our actions, most as unborn through abortions, but also fairly large numbers through wars and murders with the help of you Generals. By this we know that time is expiring.

    Still, we are faced with the number of the last incarnation of the final remnant, which is specifically listed as 144,000 of the tribes of Israel. These are their total Spiritual warriors, and are but a mere thimbleful of our numbers.

    Therefore, here is the elements of our certain plan for victory….

    To be continued…

  • Does America Have To Choose Between Impeaching Trump and War with Russia? (w/Guest Stephen Cohen)   16 weeks 5 days ago

    I don't appreciate Cohen's perspective at all. His first argument that Moscow is full of large chain hotels is meaningless in regard to Trump wanting to build a hotel in Moscow and being unable to. Trump owns 11 hotels and the rest he just sells his name to adorn. So, his family business doesn't operate at the scale of a Marriott or Hyatt, etc. Same with big food chains. That his lawyers and associates further bungle dealings with authorities isn't surprising. But also, these other CEOs are not running for president of the US. Tell me that Putin treated Trump as he would the CEOs of these other multinationals and I will laugh in your face. Putin does not want to make enemies of these powerful corporations. However, Trump is another story. He doesn't even have financing to build anything anywhere -- except when funded by Russia (according to his sons) or some questionable source (Deutchebank). So, Cohen's argument that what prevented Trump from building in Moscow was simply mishandling by his associates is not feesible if we are to believe what I believe are more credible sources on this matter:


    Cohen seems stuck in his concept of America-Russia relations from the coldwar and peristroika era. Ask Bill Browder about trying to do business in Russia if you are not a super powerful transnational corporation. You can't ask Browder's Russian lawyer Sergei Magnitsky, because he was arrested, tortured and murdered by Putin's thugs over Browder's business disputes in Putin's Russia.

    Either Cohen is willfully ignorant or is a Kremlin lackey, either way he is a useful idiot for Putin. I'm surprised he isn't on Fox more than he is.

  • The Thom Hartmann Program - Aug 30th 2018   16 weeks 5 days ago

    HotCoffee. Very interesting story you are posting.
    I found myself at my workbench handloading ammunition for my next class and Limbaugh is gone this week so I caught the last half of hour two and the first half of hour three of Thoms show before I had enough of his shit. How much hatred for Trump can one person keep in their head? It is one hate-filled sentence after another. How he can sleep at night with that buildup of bile in his stomach is beyond me.

    I thought communists were supposed to be caring and tolerant of other people. I guess it's do as I say not as I do in their world.

    Here is a good one from another tolerant member of the democrat party. What pigs these people have become.

    "New York State Democrat Senator To Female GOP Staffer on Twitter “Kill Yourself!”

  • With The Dalai Lama   16 weeks 5 days ago

    What an amazing person. He lives his life in such a meaningful and positive way. Like JMilan said, he is an inspiration to us all in Las Vegas.

  • The Thom Hartmann Program - Aug 30th 2018   16 weeks 5 days ago

    Morning DianeR,

    I'm listening to Thom hiss & spit over impeaching Trump....sad !!

    Lucifer’s Semi-Final Conclave….Part 3

    Posted By: Watchman

    Lucifer’s Semi-Final Conclave….Part 3 dec 23,2018


    Meanwhile, back at the conclave:

    Lucifer’s scribe, prince Doubt, sheepishly scurried to the chalkboard as muted voices became total silence. Six Generals gave full attention. But as usual, the visage of the seventh, General Pride, hinted of utter disdain for prince Doubt. Primarily because of the ’sheepish’ part of prince Doubt’s demeanor, but also because his personal pride had received a jolt since he had not even been consulted prior to the unprecedented and sudden order of Lucifer.

    It was noticed. … General Sloth, who typically just doesn’t give a damn about anything, glanced briefly at General Pride. General Pride met his glance quickly, and with reproach, which further caused General Wrath to notice anger leaving him without his permission.

    Lucifer quickly quelled the thoughts with a simple gaze at the three offenders.

    As prince Doubt prepared to speak, General Pride shifted in his seat, and crossed his lower extremities. A mere glance from Lucifer caused General Pride to abruptly straighten up in his chair and look directly at the chalkboard. Nevertheless, General Pride was severely hurt. Even prince Doubt noticed and visibly became much less intimidated, relishing in the attention he was receiving, while General Pride became more stone-faced and sullen.

    Prince Doubt began….

    I would first like to preface my spiel by announcing that our Master, Lord Lucifer, has granted me leave to speak plainly of facts and utter words that have previously resulted in the instant demise of others, and to do so without fear of punishment. .. Within limits, of course, he added.

    General Prides’ eyes flashed briefly.

    I must caution you all, however, that any casual mention of certain words and phrases which are to be used today behind these doors will result in your instant and final demise, as has always been true.

    That stated…I will begin.

    As you all know, I have, from the beginning, been granted authority over quite a legion of servants. Some humans term them demons. Some firmly believe they are aliens “from outer space”, if you can stifle a laugh. Since the time of the Imposter, and because my special group became subject to being cast about by His instructions, I have given a select group of them physical characteristics, some of whom were even given ’bodies’ which mimic humans. Most of you are aware that our possession of all physical knowledge was for a good while, key to the to establishing ’human like’ representatives who were simply, very gods to humans. All humans within their vicinity were totally subservient to them, offering their substance and even their very children as free will offerings in sacrifice.

    Again, this worked quite well for a while, even surpassing quota for all of you illustrious Generals.

    General Pride winced again.

    Now, continued prince Doubt, the flaw in that plan becomes obvious. Viz, the necessity for our troops to enter in, and feed upon the mental energy and thoughts of the humans in perpetual quest for our own orgasm equivalent, has necessarily resulted in the exchange of some of our supreme knowledge to humans. Rape, particularly mental rape, is our prime motivator. The mental sperm, if you will term it that, has initiated an unforeseen problem. It is becoming quite apparent at this time, especially. That sperm is resulting in great increases in human knowledge which was at first ours alone, but has now eroded our necessity among humans. I don’t have to remind you of the consequences.

    Toward that end, some eighty earth-years ago, I decided to unmask a special group of of our servants, which could at intermittent times purposely expose themselves physically to humans. Their cover story, which has, praise Lucifer, been extolled and even worshipped as ’star gods’ by many if not most humans. They have been carefully prompted in their missions. To their credit, they have tapped into the very thing that not only services their extreme desire for greater mental orgasms, but takes extreme advantage of the human’desire for more knowledge. Essentially another win-win.

    As a result, there are now a great and growing number of humans who fancy themselves as not just a, but THE singular expert on the future, the worship of gods, the world economy, and of course, all human society in general, planet wide. They publish their screeds liberally on our internet as well as in actual religious pulpits. That phase is going well.

    With our guidance, these human servants portray themselves as the sole enlightened source of their self imagined excellence among all other humans. Hence, they eagerly swallow, absorb and perpetuate our ’knowledge sperm’ in orgasmic glee. Some even claim (sometimes realistically, I may add), to talk to our kin in other dimensions.
    We don’t exactly encourage this practice, for although we are in most other dimensions we all know the danger in some of those other dimensions, in particular one singular Spirit dimension… Prince Doubt then glanced at Lucifer, whose eyes were strangely glowing. He reconsidered his last words and… quickly glanced a recognition toward General Pride, who actually cracked a rare smile.

    Prince Doubt then continued his presentation:

    Briefly now, as time is fleeing, I will review our progress to date. He glanced up and enquired… Lord Lucifer, will you continue to indulge?

    After a short grimace, Lucifer reluctantly uttered…you may proceed. Prince Doubt. I implore you, however, use proper discretion.

    Prince Doubt continued…. We all recall, that when the Creator first begat both us and the universe from nothing, we were all, to an entity, elated. Lord Lucifer, as he is this day, was the singular brightest star of all. Humans were not even anticipated. It was all ours. Lucifer was exclusively granted the task of being the physical resentative of the unseen Creator.

    Master? Doubt queried, as he gazed at Lucifer. Continue, said Lucifer.

    In time, Lord Lucifer fashioned General Pride and gave him statue and praise above many others of similar statue … General Pride went from smiling in agreement to a distinct scowl….at that comment about ’similar’ statue… You know these things, so I will abbreviate somewhat. You other six Generals were fashioned in your turn, as the need arose. The first was Pride, then through him came you others, namely envy, gluttony, greed, lust, sloth, and finally, wrath. Ahh, wrath. Yes Pride was first, but Wrath was the final limit breaker.

    But.. You others, don’t be so smug. Pride was first, and Wrath may have been the limit, but you all had prime roles. The Creator destroyed that earth’s features using your own creation of wrath, which had been foreign to His thoughts. But, that planet all we Spirits inhabited was treated worse. It was demolished completely. You know how we use to orbit fifth from the Sun, in Glory and Peace while observing this planet earth as plans were laid and accomplished. Now, that place of our beginnings is but a string of rocks orbiting in silent testimony. We did not need excessive sunlight as the earth does, because we had the Light living with us.

    Together, you seven managed to disrupt all creation. The Spirits them selves were divided into three parts, with but a small remainder. A third clung to the Creator. A Third followed our Lord Lucifer, and the final third really just did not give a damn, either way. Sloth had directed this final third to just wait until there was a clear victor, then join in.

    The Creator then refashioned the earth from the devastation. Eventually, He decreed that ALL Spirits must physically manifest on His new earth. In the newly fashioned human form. Without previous memory, and totally innocent to all that had gone on before their incarnation. Born totally dependent on someone else, and during their brief lives decide and prove their own will.

    Yet, even this decree was not necessarily mandatory. There was an individual choice. Each Spirit could manifest in human birth and make his own decisions without prior knowledge or was promised to be completely eliminated after all Spirits had had their free will choice.

    As you know, we chose to follow our Lord Lucifer only. We declined to be captive in a mere flesh body. Now, time is running out, and our only action must be to completely eliminate all those who chose to follow the Creator. We already have a big head start, as we are fully a third. And we are fully aware of the Creator’s plans, and have the memory to know them in detail. That second third are easily enticed and captured by our seven illustrious Generals. The final third are at a distinct disadvantage, in that not only are they subject to the seven Generals, they have no memory at all of the deal they made.

    In addition, this final third are quite obedient to what they perceive as an ‘ordained’ leader, especially when it comes to religion. Our servants are quite proficient at grooming ordained leaders. We have not only done it successfully for virtually all of earth’s history, we have now devised a plan sure of success for the present.

    Pay close attention. Since the Imposter showed up two thousand earth years ago, this third, particularly, look for His imminent return. Pride has helped with this immensely by convincing many that they have no worries at all, as they are such perfect examples of virtue they will be suddenly snatched away at any moment.

    Naturally some others don’t swallow that line. So for them we have devised a special plan. We will give them a physical…. Uhh? Master?…Continue, said Lucifer, but make it quick…DAMNED quick.

    Doubt continued …We will give them their physical….Jesus. Together with such miracles that they cannot but believe.

    Toward this end, we have lately groomed my servant Anu. You surely remember Anu. He has had a long service indeed. He was, and still is celebrated still in some circles as the father of Inlil, the ’creator’. Such an inspiration he was among humans that many civilizations throughout human history has used his story to manufacture numerous other gods of his derivative name.

    Now, Anu is, even as I speak, putting the finishing touches on his long possessed human servant, George Henly, and as icing on the cake, so to say, Mr Henly has recruited two more humans, A recently married couple human named as Danielle ad Bill Meacham.
    You will all be pleasantly surprised when the Spiritual names of these three humans are revealed.

    Lucifer interjected….That’s quite enough for now, Doubt…. I do wish to soon talk further on your so-called plan for those few Spirits who are incarnating now…

    That ‘small remainder’ you previously noted at the division of the Spirits. Those who forced us to depart our rightful place …. Why, one of them personally and even physically threw me, LUCIFER, out of the presence of all the Spirits. I have a Special treat waiting for that group….

    to be continued….

    Lucifers Semi-Final Conclave, Part 4

    Posted By: Watchman

    Lucifer’s Semi-Final Conclave….Part 4

    Danielle sat gazing east out the window of their suite, sipping a glass of rather good white zinfandel from the half empty bottle (a Magnum, actually) that she had ordered up a few hours ago. She was still in her robe, and had not bothered to dress. Why should I? She asked herself…The flashing lights from below danced on the curtains and window frame and appeared to both frame and energize the black extent of the vast desert in the distance.

    Where in the hell is he? She thought….

    Her thoughts were suddenly jarred as her cell phone lit up. She immediately grabbed it, and out of habit, glanced at the display before answering,

    It plainly read….MOM… Mom? …MOM? ….BUMMER … Not NOW, mom..…

    Danielle dearly loved her mom, but she has too often shared with Danielle her real problems in enduring the loss of her NERD son in law, aka Danielle’s ex. That NERD of nerds, Phillip Warren. That DAMNED self claimed to be Christian, YES…The one who had spent endless hours of the final 4 years of their married life with his nose stuck in the Bible. And, he actually dropped his pursuit of a completely Agency paid-for PHD in psychology. THAT one….

    Originally, Danielle had been completely hooked on Phil… like REALLY hooked…She thoroughly enjoyed every minute of their time together. Every where, and in every way, for the better part of 10 freaking years. But… That had abruptly changed… she mused as her fingers hovered over the reject button which would bring up her voicemail, But…hell, she was lonely.

    She answered on the third ring after summoning up her ‘cheery’ voice tone over the warmth of the wine.

    Mom…she exclaimed… what’s up? Is all OK?
    Yes dear, just great… How are you and Phil?
    uhhh… Mom, you know I have returned Phil to his maker for corrections. You were at my wedding to Bill two weeks ago tomorrow. Phil is no longer my concern.
    Oh, sorry, sweetie, of course… can you please forgive me…
    Danielle with voice under scant control, said… We are in Nevada, Mom, look, I am waiting for Bill to call at any moment…with reservation instructions … can we talk later?
    Of course, honey… Be Blessed,,,, we can talk later..
    Bye Mom, I love you ..she managed as her finger clicked to disconnect.

    Danielle was steaming. Blessed? Where the hell did she get that, but from PHIL… Mom had been attending Phil’s Bible Study Meetings for the entire 2 year divorce proceedings…. shit…Just Shit… DOUBLE DAMNED ….SHIT.

    Just as she raised her arm, intending to vigorously slam down her cell on the arm of her chair, it lit up again. She immediately glared in contempt at the phone… this time the screen read …Bill…
    her face flushed, and not just from the warmth of the mouthful of wine she had just sipped in an attempt to drown her frustrations. She quickly swallowed, and in her sexiest tone, Danielle whispered --Hi Baby…

    George Healys voice replied… well, I haven’t been greeted like THAT in quite a while....

    And in truth he indeed had not. At least from a human female. George had not been physically intimate with any human either before or since his pubescent experiments with his best friends Claude and Charlie. He had not needed to, because Anu had filled any physical void with experiences far more enjoyable.

    With beet-red face, Danielle managed to stammer…?George?…Has something happened to Bill?

    In a good way, Danielle…yes it has. I introduced Bill to… uhhh…some archives… and he is totally absorbed at the moment. Mere minutes ago, he handed me his cell and asked me to please phone you to come immediately, as there is no possible way he could explain the significance, nor answer any of the many queries he knew you would insist upon. He says he needs you NOW. He needs you to see it for yourself. He did say, though, that on the way here, you should consider the possibility that all 7 years of your PHD in Psychology was total bullshit.

    Wha…. Danielle managed to eke out before George continued… I am sending the Toyota for you… what time do you have now? Danielle glanced at her phone…12:11, she stammered… George replied.. Ok…at precisely 12:32 your ride will be at the front entrance. Bill said to tell you to pack a quick bag with your black cocktail dress, bring your black pumps and his desert boots. For the trip here, wear your camo pants/shirt and your hikers.
    Got all that?? Yes, George, but…. Suddenly the phone went dark indicating connection lost.

    CRAP….Danielle screamed at the phone…I’m half drunk. Still in my nightgown, NO freaking shower, makeup, nor hair time …, much less …. CRAP, she yelled audibly as she knocked over her wine glass while stripping her robe on the way to the bathroom…

    She wrapped a towel around her hair as she managed the shower controls. In a possible female world record she exited the shower in 2 minutes after being reasonably soaped and rinsed, wet and dripping onto a cold as the devil tile floor. She ripped the towel from her head and stood on it as she retrieved a second towel, wrapped it about herself and looked into the large mirror. Oh….My….God… She managed…Look at those eyes…look at that face…. She buried her face in the fresh towel as she recalled Bill’s instructions as relayed by George… makeup pouch…no,… black cocktail dress, Bills’ boots, my hikers,..No… WEAR my cammys and hikers… Well, tough, guys, MY damned makeup pouch AND hairbrush were going in the bag FIRST, or no freaking deal.

    She glanced at the phone….12:21. Crap. She was still nude and damp as she located the dress, both sets of hikers and two pairs of wool socks. She placed her makeup and hairbrush in the bag first, thinking---if the rest of the stuff don’t fit, tough. She placed a clean bra and two sets of undies in the bag and topped them with her carefully folded black cocktail dress. That was it…the zipper would barely close.

    Looking about, she spied a plastic bag full of the tourist trinkets they had bought the day before---or was it 2 days before? She unceremoniously dumped them on the un made bed, placing one of the pair of socks and Bill’s boots inside, and knotted the hand loops into a handle. She dropped the sack beside the bag while struggling to dress her damp body. Finally managing to finish, she longed to court the mirror for a look, but knew better. 12:31... One freakin’ minute… She picked up the bags and headed for the door, absent mindedly grabbing the half filled magnum of wine on the way past the table…

    I kook like hell, so I may as well have a demeanor to match….when my 5 foot frame kicks Bill’s behind….

    Right on time, the Toyota pulled into the registration lane. The door swung open and as she entered, and closed the door, she recognized George Healy behind the wheel.

    In the desert. 32 miles east of Pahrump NV:

    As Anu kind of…uhh …‘materialized’ through George’s plexiglass office wall, an observer would be hard put indeed to determine whether the front of Bill’s trousers were wet from the recently spilled coffee or Bill’s loss of bladder control at the appearance of Anu. George laughed heartily but Anu just gazed into the face of a completely deflated Bill Meacham, via his trademark yellow-green eyes with the vertical pupils.

    The room was silent after George completed his chuckle, as Bill staggered backward,
    with his right hand searching for the arm of his chair, and the slight refuge it offered.

    Bill heard Anu’s calm voice apparently delivered directly to his inner ear, for there was no movement of Anu’s mouth. Distinctly Bill heard “I am Anu…I am pleased to finally meet you, Bill Meacham. George has spoken so highly of you, and you will find that you and I also, will have many mutually pleasing mental exchanges. Please sit and be comfortable. George will tell you that I myself very seldom assume a sitting position.”

    Bill sat, but was obviously not comfortable due to his wet trousers. George motioned to one of the orderlies, whispering the problem, and the Orderly and Bill made a temporary exit, returning in a scant five minutes with Bill now in crisp trousers and the orderly carrying a fresh cup of coffee, which he handed to Bill, and promptly left.

    Anu “spoke”…“George has told me that you have just completed all required matriculation for your chosen field of Micro Biology. That is admirable. Tell me, he continued, have you any questions regarding a Thesis and Dissertation? I would be pleased to advise you on that, and even recommend a previously poorly defined subject. complete with not only provable approaches, but clearly defined answers.”

    Bill looked stunned…. “Yes…I have decided to focus on the history of of the original hypothesis of microorganisms and its supposed roots in the religion of Janism and the hypothesis of Avicenna that was extended by Mahavira’s teachings. I have become convinced of the probability of a definite “wrong turn” made in assumptions about biological reproduction in the early approaches.”

    Anu ‘spoke’… and, Bill Meacham, your hunch is correct. I myself allowed Mahavira to actually see many types of microorganisms -- many many of your centuries ago. He was so taken by the visions that he neglected to carefully heed the words of explanation that were given. Would you care to listen to the words of explanation which accompanied the vision?”

    “Certainly … More than you can imagine” replied Bill.

    “ No offense, Bill Meacham, but I assure you that you have no thoughts that I cannot imagine” … Now, continued Anu, just relax, focus solely on my eyes, mentally open your intellect.”

    Bill had never experienced the warm rush that overcame him. He was totally engrossed in the visions that danced in his head and the pleasing voice that toyed with his mind. He suddenly acquired knowledge about many aspects of the history of “germs” that he had never seen even discussed in the myriad of texts he had studied so diligently.

    Bill had just been thoroughly mentally raped by Anu. The experience was so mentally stimulating and far greater than any chemical stimulants Bill had ever experimented with. Somehow Bill knew, that the next time would be even more intense. As he looked at Anu, he sensed that the enjoyment was mutual. Should Anu be smiling? Am I nuts? The whole episode seemed to last mere seconds. But it was obviously much longer, for when Bill looked around, George was not in the room.

    When George entered, Bill was in disarray. How long? Asked Bill. George replied...Perhaps a couple of hours. That’s not unusual for the first time. It gets better and shorter with each time.

    What time is it? Can I call Danielle to come try this? Well, actually Bill, while you were busy, I took the liberty to borrow your cell phone and invite her to join us. She will be along shortly.

    Oh, and I will need to meet her at the front entrance…I thought it best to not bring her in through the rock. That is, you will admit, a bit much for the fist time, and especially at midnight .

    Enjoy your coffee and continue your visit with Anu while I go up to escort her past security. I will Be back shortly….

    To be continued:...

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    Interesting story HotCoffee. Glad you had a great Christmas. Now that it's over maybe we don't have to listen to all the lefties moan over whether or not Christmas songs are Mysognistic or not.

    I found this to be a great challenge.

    Border Patrol Union Vice President Challenges Pelosi and Schumer to Come Work One Night With Him on the Border

    No chance either of those two blowhards will pick up the torch and actually see what they voted to do just a few years ago.

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  • The Thom Hartmann Program - Aug 30th 2018   16 weeks 6 days ago

    Hey DianaR,

    Christmas was awesome. Cold here too. 31 this morning 42 afternoon high.

    Here is a ongoing little story....

    Lucifer's Semi Final Conclave...Part 1

    Posted By: Watchman

    They shuffled aimlessly about the elaborately decorated anteroom in muted conversation, timidly awaiting the arrival of their master. Lucifer had called for, an unheard of, emergency meeting. Their glances betrayed their thoughts of how to place blame on the others for their collective failure to miss their assigned deadlines.

    All seven generals (some may secretly call them princes, others, call them gods) were greatly renowned among the people of earth, and faithfully worshiped by most.

    Generals Gluttony and Sloth huddled around the wine bar and were in muted discussion about both the reason for, and the suddenness of, their summons.
    It had been rumored about that that worship thing WAS the problem. It was indeed many, but not ALL. Lucifer had stated this fact specifically at their last meeting, more than 6000 earth-years ago.
    He had been given the entire earth by the Creator, and boasted that even the Word of God stated that all mankind would worship him.

    They still shuddered to remember the fate of Lucifers’ chief scribe at the time who in some as yet unexplained loss of sensibility, blurted out the ‘rest of the quote’ from of all places, Rev 13:8-- “And all that dwell upon the earth shall worship him, whose names are not written in the book of life of the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world.”

    The fear in their eyes, and their sudden but obvious discomfort attracted the attention of Generals Greed and Envy who had been in conversation about the recent success of their human lieutenants whom they had originally cooperated to place in control of all human wealth. Why, they said, some of our lieutenants have even persuaded humans that our greys are in fact, alien gods from another planet. Some of the same promise unearned shares in enormous wealth. However, these generals were concerned that their collusion was now beginning to engender so much strife between human greed and envy that Lucifer sensed that there was so much competition between the two that the mission success was in jeopardy.

    Generals Lust and Wrath were talking about the cooperation of their earthly patrons in their assigned and well financed but seemingly divergent tasks of pedophilia, abortion, murder, rape, mayhem and world peace and how successful they were in disguising their actions in both politics and religion. Not to mention the great human push toward planet worship and witchcraft. Surely, they thought, Lucifer would be well pleased in how they had organized their command.

    General Pride, as usual, seldom talked to anyone. And, as was his nature, he was always alone, having obtained as his gift from his master the art of self worship.
    When he did speak, however, he insisted to the point of implied mayhem that his spoken words not be questioned. With a muted winks, the other six generals avoided confronting him at all costs.

    General Pride, for the life of himself, could not imagine the slightest disagreement coming his way from anyone, least of all, Lucifer.

    As the seven so mused, suddenly the sound of harps and muted drums interrupted the stillness of their thoughts, and as the doors swung wide, they were beckoned to the conclave, and each was joined on either side by a bevy of nude human forms, each in their own mind’s preferred imagination.

    Exactly as it happened before, thought General Sloth. Lucifer always throws one hell of a party.

    But, General Envy, as was his wont, sensed that this was not just another party. After all, they were not done yet with their tasks on earth. Not by a long shot, he thought. It used to be easier, even though those damned Christians had always been a pain in the ass, lately, they seem to have united in their defiance.

    Thus, as the doors shut, and a scowl spread across Lucifer’s beautiful and comely face, it was no surprise to General Envy that indeed, that those damned Christians were foremost on Lucifer’s mind.

    Not 'religious' 'denominational' Christians, mind you, for those have long since been deceived by a plurality of Generals Pride and Envy chosen human disciples with a smattering of General Lust's boys and girls. No indeed...Lucifer already owns those, lock, stock and barrel.

    In booming voice, Lucifer demands...Just HOW are we going to finish this thing if we cannot conquer the believers in that imposter? There is no bible burning left. We already did that, several times.

    Ahh.. yet another timid scribe Doubt blurted out...SIR..they have the Word in their being. The only way is to kill them. After all, Sir, there is not that many...

    Point of order...interrupted another scribe.. just as he disappeared in a bright flame... "It is also written that we are prohibited from outright killing them, without the Creator's permission"...

    Lucifer, with a scowl and a booming yet melodious voice..I TOLD YOU NOT TO EVER ALLUDE TO THAT NAME...He leaped to his feet and demanded..
    SILENCE...sit and hear this...hear it well lest you all perish with your human followers.

    Prince Doubt, the scribe will address this assembly.

    Prince Doubt?,,,,You are up...

    Lucifer’s Semi-Final Conclave….Part 2

    The Holiday Inn Express, Pahrump, NV ---

    Danielle Meacham had been married to Bill for only a little over 2 weeks now. It was the second time around for both of them. She sat in her gown at the small multipurpose table slowly sipping her room service coffee and gazing as the sun introduced itself above the mountains to the east. A helluva honeymoon, she mused. She had not seen Bill since yesterday afternoon.

    Both of them were easterners. Both were officially employed by Rocksense, Inc-- one of the myriad “Beltway Bandit” firms in Silver Springs which ‘everyone’ knew were owned by and operated for some unnamed National Intelligence club. They had been “lucky”.

    16 years ago, they both had achieved notably high scores on their UM entrance exams and miraculously received full scholarships for their initial degrees, followed by lucrative employment, and following that, fully paid continuing education. And, lots of interesting research….on things which were certainly not mainstream conversational subjects.

    She had finally got to meet in person the infamous ‘old George’ at lunch yesterday with Bill. It was a very brief conversation, and within minutes of finishing their meal, George and Bill arose. George headed to the door, while Bill hugged her and planted a kiss on her surprised face. George briefly paused, turned. and with a grin said…’you will be contacted…soon enough.’ And with that, George and Bill disappeared into a beige Toyota pickup, which soon exited and turned East on 308, vanishing into the bright desert mid day shimmer. Danielle had been trained well in observation, and it was obvious neither George nor Bill were operating the truck. So, dutifully, she waited. To pass the time, she scanned for the umpteenth time the pile of notes and sketches that had been given her by the agency library. They dated back over 60 years. All of them were authored by George Henly. About all she knew about George was that he was older than dirt, and a 60+ year agency lifer.

    The story of Ol George:

    At age 83, George Henly was without doubt, an enigma. He was a spry old codger, in amazing health and appearance, and if one were not privy to his age, they could easily assume he was in his mid fifties. George was born in Dexter, NM in 1935. In the mid 1940’s, he became best buddies with one Charlie Obermann, who had an older brother, Claude, who had just enlisted with the fledgling USAF, but then known as the RAAF.

    In the summer of 1947, PFC Claude Obermann was assigned to the military detail whose job was to STFU and police a 5 acre area of desert on a ranch near Roswell, NM collecting every fragment of a government ‘weather balloon’ which had crashed on a ranch near there. Long story short, Claude indeed found a very strange object, put it in his pocket instead of his collection bag, and eventually brought it to his family’s property near Dexter, where he showed the device to his brother Charlie and their good friend George. George in his later memos (2010) re-described the object as ’not considerably unlike a modern cell phone, but infinitely more useful’. In 1949, Charlie died in a horse riding mishap, and in 1951, Claude was killed in an aircraft maintenance operation Near Pusan, South Korea.

    At age 16, George thus ‘inherited’ the device, as well as an unintentional and yet future 60+ year Agency career. In some of his first notes, George relates that:

    Just before his eighteenth birthday, I formally met Anu, as he so liked to be termed. For he stated several times that so was his name throughout history. Anu is what we would call a ‘grey’. A lizard man. An alien. George would be the first to tell you, however, their general facial appearance is much more akin to frogs, though one could generally classify them as generally reptilian and not be too far off. This first meeting, according to George, was not at all frightening in the least. Quite the contrary.

    Danielle continues reading some salient facts as described by George in his memos:

    Anu and his fellows are indeed Alien, but not in the sense that they come from other planets. They are native to earth. They never ‘age’. They have been a part of this earth since, well, since long before our recorded history. Their unveiling to man has always, been, up till now, inadvertent. Some, but far from all appearances occurred for instance as with the Vimana craft of prehistoric India. The heavy lift levitation devices of ancient Egypt, The bird men of the Toltecs, as well as several others less known.

    The frogs are of 3 types. All are specifically assigned to deceive, and are given all physical knowledge. They have no need of what we would call ‘learning’. They have no capacity to learn anything. There is nothing new. All are created by and generally bound by their nature to be the enemy of any so-called creator except one…Lucifer.

    Anu is of the third type. Anu himself, is, however the unquestioned leader of all ‘greys’. His common name among greys is ‘deception‘. That is the closest meaning in our understanding. This third type are physically also the mid size. About 2 meters in stature. Arms with fingers, feet with toes. No tail. No sexual organs. As a matter of fact, none of the three types have either tails nor sexual organs for reproduction.

    The first type are the most numerous. They are relatively small, about 1 meter in statue. Their faces are less ‘froggy’ in appearance due to their rounded cranium and large eyes, Actually, they are more insect-like in appearance. They have two bowlegs and two arms each with hands that have no thumb. This type is the more energetic of the lot, being impatient and tired of waiting for ‘orders’. They are the ones who flew the ‘weather balloon’ without appropriate orders that was destroyed by Anu in our year of 1947. They have ‘jumped the gun’ in similar incidences without authorization.

    Both the first and third types of greys require no food or water for sustenance. They have no orifices for intake of physical matter or disposal of wastes. Their sustenance is simply mental. They both crave and partake often of the thoughts and intents of humans. Sometimes they overindulge, meaning some human subjects are left with neither thoughts nor memories. Greys have no sexual knowledge since they have no such organs, so they have orgasms using the mental faculties of humans who do have such experience. We explain it away as such things as Alzheimer’s or some other defect of normal aging. It’s not. It’s real.

    The second type of greys are both the largest and the most mysterious. They alone have the capacity to grow their stature physically, and seemingly at will. A common trait of this second type is the presence of six phalanges on their limbs. Six fingers, six toes. Some have known them through history as ’shape shifters’. They do partake of ’food’ and water, though it is not as we know food.

    They alone, of all the greys, have a liquid circulatory system yet do not have a bodily mechanism for self governing temperature control. Their existence depends on cool caverns and caves in the earth. The can and do, at times venture out, and if wearing protection from the sun and light are able to survive for a time. They require certain things, among them the blood of humans or other animals. Through history, they have ’trained’ their human subjects to arrange human sacrifices for their benefit. In this, they have always preferred viral young men, virgins and children because they wish to receive the first mental and physical experiences for themselves.

    Danielle could not read anymore. She replaced the folder in her case, and walked to the window. The sun was now behind her, and long shadows gathered on the objects below.
    She was hungry. As she walked down the stairs, her thoughts turned to Bill.

    Four hours ago, Bill Meacham and George Henly had arrived at the canyon which held the big secrets. The Toyota left, and they walked the last few hundred yards to what looked to Bill as a plain sandstone wall, which abruptly extended vertically up several hundred feet. George grasped Bills arm and they stepped into the cliff. INTO the cliff.

    Inside was a well decorated room, with tables, computers and several scurrying military orderlies. George led Bill into his office, ordered coffee for both of them and leaned back in a huge desk chair with a hint of a smirk on his face.

    One wall of the office was entirely of thick plexiglass, beyond which appeared to be nothing but a tunnel into the rock. As Bill picked up his cup of coffee there was a tapping on the plexiglass, Whereupon Bill turned and immediately dropped his cup full of hot coffee in his lap.

    George, smiling, said…. Bill Meacham, meet my good friend, Anu…

    To be continued….

  • The Thom Hartmann Program - Aug 30th 2018   16 weeks 6 days ago

    Great morning HotCoffee. I hope your Christmas was a good one. I know the weather seems to be wanting to replenish all the low reservoirs on the West Coast but I hope you got a break so it didn't mess up your plans.

    It's 30° and I am back from a four mile walk. I had a radio in my ear wondering if the leftie/socialist Trump hate radio had died down but it clearly hadn't so back to music and podcasts. I thought it would take even a few minutes to reflect on anything good but obviously, the old saw "when a leftie comes into the room they suck all the positivity out of the air" was proven to be true. What a miserable life they lead.

    Maybe some snow tonight so the snowshoes are by the door.

    Enjoy your day,

    Maybe later.

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  • The Thom Hartmann Program - Aug 30th 2018   17 weeks 2 days ago


    Wish you and yours a very Merry Christmas as well.

    To all others I think DianeR posted it perfectly!

    Back after Christmas :)

  • The Thom Hartmann Program - Aug 30th 2018   17 weeks 3 days ago


    Have a blessed day...and try to squeeze in some eggnog!

    Last minute preps are on my list for today.


  • The Thom Hartmann Program - Aug 30th 2018   17 weeks 3 days ago

    Morning HotCoffee. This may be my last post because of the government shutdown. I think Al Gore was part of the government was he not?

    Speaking of the government shutdown,

    It is a great time of year to be home with the kids and enjoy the holidays. Everybody gets paid so for most, it is extra paid vacation time.

    The people it grates are those that already had applied for all the days around Christmas and New Years as vacation days.

    The deplorables will embrace their time off with their friends and relatives, go to church, and clean their guns.

    The alt-lefties will have an additional 12 hours per day to hang around forums and complain about Trump.

    We non-government workers will not notice anything except the much easier commute to work.

    Gotta post this,

    "To My Liberal Friends:
    Please accept with no obligation, implied or explicit, my best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low-stress, non-addictive, gender-neutral celebration of the winter solstice holiday, practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, with respect for the religious/secular persuasion and/or traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all. I also wish you a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2019 but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures whose contributions to society have helped make America great. Not to imply that America is necessarily greater than any other country nor the only America in the Western Hemisphere. Also, this wish is made without regard to the race, creed, color, age, physical ability, religious faith or sexual preference of the wishes.

    To My Conservative Friends:
    Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!"

    author unknown

    Merry Christman HotCoffee.

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