Posted on 07/17/2024 4:18:15 AM PDT by hardspunned
My day to address the Bldg. & Const. Trades Nat. Conf. A.F.L.-C.I.O. at the Hilton Ballroom—2 P.M. Was all dressed to go & for some reason at the last min. took off my really good wrist watch & wore an older one.
Speech not riotously received—still it was successful.
Left the hotel at the usual side entrance and headed for the car—suddenly there was a burst of gun fire from the left. S.S. Agent pushed me onto the floor of the car & jumped on top. I felt a blow in my upper back that was unbelievably painful. I was sure he’d broken my rib. The car took off. I sat up on the edge of the seat almost paralyzed by pain. Then I began coughing up blood which made both of us think—yes I had a broken rib & it had punctured a lung. He switched orders from W.H. to Geo. Wash. U. Hosp.
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At the sign of triumph Satan's host doth flee; On, then, Christian soldiers, on to victory! Hell's foundations quiver at the shout of praise; Brothers, lift your voices, loud your anthems raise!
Trump was golfing the next day.
Why not, with God on his side maybe he'd break 70.
So?
We’re all saying God intervened to save him...what does God have to do to get him in a church on Sunday?
Maybe that’s between Trump and The Almighty, and you could mind your own business.
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