Anonymous ID: 8c9ce2 May 10, 2024, 3:10 p.m. No.20848826   🗄️.is 🔗kun

If they cannot win an election they will not allow an election. They must hold power by any means necessary. Biden wont be invited to the party. He's like Fredo. His role was always small. Big roles require big actors with big names.

 

How do you get Hilldawg and pedosta on stage?

Anonymous ID: 8c9ce2 May 10, 2024, 3:39 p.m. No.20848964   🗄️.is 🔗kun

Have you thought this through, frens?

 

Who owns the world? (more or less)

 

What if their property and assets have been/will be seized?

 

Executive orders upheld by precedent?

 

Matthew 5:5

 

frens. ponder the glory.

Anonymous ID: 8c9ce2 May 10, 2024, 3:42 p.m. No.20848972   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>8985

>>20848969

 

Ode

BY ARTHUR O'SHAUGHNESSY

We are the music makers,

And we are the dreamers of dreams,

Wandering by lone sea-breakers,

And sitting by desolate streams; —

World-losers and world-forsakers,

On whom the pale moon gleams:

Yet we are the movers and shakers

Of the world for ever, it seems.

 

With wonderful deathless ditties

We build up the world's great cities,

And out of a fabulous story

We fashion an empire's glory:

One man with a dream, at pleasure,

Shall go forth and conquer a crown;

And three with a new song's measure

Can trample a kingdom down.

 

We, in the ages lying,

In the buried past of the earth,

Built Nineveh with our sighing,

And Babel itself in our mirth;

And o'erthrew them with prophesying

To the old of the new world's worth;

For each age is a dream that is dying,

Or one that is coming to birth.

 

A breath of our inspiration

Is the life of each generation;

A wondrous thing of our dreaming

Unearthly, impossible seeming —

The soldier, the king, and the peasant

Are working together in one,

Till our dream shall become their present,

And their work in the world be done.

 

They had no vision amazing

Of the goodly house they are raising;

They had no divine foreshowing

Of the land to which they are going:

But on one man's soul it hath broken,

A light that doth not depart;

And his look, or a word he hath spoken,

Wrought flame in another man's heart.

 

And therefore to-day is thrilling

With a past day's late fulfilling;

And the multitudes are enlisted

In the faith that their fathers resisted,

And, scorning the dream of to-morrow,

Are bringing to pass, as they may,

In the world, for its joy or its sorrow,

The dream that was scorned yesterday.

 

But we, with our dreaming and singing,

Ceaseless and sorrowless we!

The glory about us clinging

Of the glorious futures we see,

Our souls with high music ringing:

O men! it must ever be

That we dwell, in our dreaming and singing,

A little apart from ye.

 

For we are afar with the dawning

And the suns that are not yet high,

And out of the infinite morning

Intrepid you hear us cry —

How, spite of your human scorning,

Once more God's future draws nigh,

And already goes forth the warning

That ye of the past must die.

 

Great hail! we cry to the comers

From the dazzling unknown shore;

Bring us hither your sun and your summers;

And renew our world as of yore;

You shall teach us your song's new numbers,

And things that we dreamed not before:

Yea, in spite of a dreamer who slumbers,

And a singer who sings no more.

Anonymous ID: 8c9ce2 May 10, 2024, 3:47 p.m. No.20849009   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>when you realize it was all created for this moment. For you.

 

Nothing can stop it. The plan belongs to man no more than the earth and sky. The plan has been etched in time since long before any live walked the land. We are fortunate enough to bear witness to the most happening happening of all time.