Oh, man do I get it! Exactly. God’s timing is God’s timing.
Your deal with Mrs. Guy reminds us to take a breath and be so very grateful for that check, those benefits, and retirement plans, in so many situations.
On Horowitz, he did as you said finally get his moment in that splendid hearing, where he laid down the facts on Eric Holder.
My musings was about whether Q has been receiving or coolly eliciting information (For Years) in order to find a man like Trump to share it with. I believe Intel circled Trump and knew of his affection for the military, since his years in ROTC, and became convinced he was trust worthy. Perhaps For Years.
I was just thinking Horowitz may have been approached, or he may have been “aware” of where a few patriots lurk and watch and take names and build a case that over proofs of corruption (For Years).
Then along came Trump and God’s Timing brought certain forces for good together, who may have been working together (For Years).
Very best wishes and for good medicine to restore good health, to your bride. Best to you.
Musical interlude time.
Bonus points for the first person who can explain what this is.
cosmic absolute, regular reality
breath of an image, harmony of civilization
confused progenia of rebel cells
flight to the universe, I will cross it
if you are a star, show me, I will stop
oooh oooh
shadilay shadilay my freedom
shadilay shadilea oh nooo
shadilay shadilay oh dream or reality
shadilay shadilay oh nooo
fly in my life, no it’s not over
I will stop
melt my sails, in the sky and at the bottom of the sea
I will believe you
shadilay shadilay my freedom
shadilay shadilea oh nooo
shadilay shadilay oh dream or reality
shadilay shadilay oh nooo
fly in my life, no it’s not over
I will stop
melt my sails, in the sky and at the bottom of the sea
I will believe you
metallic harmony, concrete reality
electronic videoclip, praise of civilization
confused progenia of rebel cells
flight to the universe, I will cross it
if you are a star, show me, I will stop
oooh oooh
shadilay shadilay my freedom
shadilay shadilay oh nooo
shadilay shadilay oh dream or reality
shadilay shadilay oh nooo
fly in my life, no it’s not over
I will stop
melt my sails, in the sky and at the bottom of the sea
I will believe you
shadilay shadilay my freedom
shadilay shadilay oh nooo
shadilay shadilay oh dream or reality
shadilay shadilay oh nooo
fly in my life, no it’s not over
I will stop
melt my sails, in the sky and at the bottom of the sea
I will believe you
Very best wishes and for good medicine to restore good health, to your bride. Best to you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thanks so much for those kind words, RitaOK. You made my new laptop screen go blurry...dammit :) Mrs. Guy had her last round of chemo today. This has been going on for 3.5 months with chemo infusion done once every week...7-hour sessions.
All yooz guys don’t know it, but y’all have been my support by proxy while Mrs. Guy goes in and out of wakefulness during those infusion sessions, and I’m on the iPad there trying to keep up with it all here. As far as I’m concerned it cannot be overstated how damned good-for-the-soul this Q stuff is...kicking butt and taking names. Our side is winning for once. I dread the thought of having to deal with Mrs. Guy’s state with Cruella Deville at the helm.
But enough of that. Before the election I prayed daily that Our Father not turn away from us and reminded Him that Abraham was a real PITA about sparing Sodom and Gommorah…”if there were ten good men left...” No doubt in my mind whatsoever that for whatever reason Trump was ordained to be that guy at the right time to carry out Our Father’s mercy on us this one last time because there were ten good men left. More than ten.
Someday it will be revealed as to how things came together to execute the win in 2016 and explain how we got to where we are now.
I will be the second greatest story ever told.
Thanks.