Clinton and Trump are both abhorrent. that these two are the main candidates for potus shows how low the bar is in the US now. The "7th Floor" has been paving the way for Clinton since way before this freak show of an election began. The shadow Corpocratic powers will allow nothing to get in the way of agenda 21, 2030....... http://www.un.org/sustainabledevelopment/sustainable-development-goals/ http://www.activistpost.com/2015/09/agenda-2030-translator.html http://www.thenewamerican.com/tech/environment/item/22267-un-agenda-2030-a-recipe-for-global-socialism
Buy a large chunk of land, build a self sufficient house with large permaculture and aquaponic systems and a massive workshop. Then ill invite inspirational and technical people to stay and teach and learn how to improve all of the above.
No!
As long as an elected leader has the best, long term interests of the people and the land/environment as the core of their policies, Gender doesn't matter!
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This is the way to do it :-)
Time doesn't heal you, it just gives you distance! but this bloke from reddit sums it up so much better......
“Alright, here goes. I’m old. What that means is that I’ve survived (so far) and a lot of people I’ve known and loved did not. I’ve lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can’t imagine the pain it must be to lose a child.
But here’s my two cents.
I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don’t want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don’t want it to “not matter”. I don’t want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gorged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can’t see.
As for grief, you’ll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you’re drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it’s some physical thing. Maybe it’s a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it’s a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don’t even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you’ll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what’s going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything… and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life. Somewhere down the line, and it’s different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O’Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you’ll come out.
Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don’t really want them to. But you learn that you’ll survive them. And other waves will come. And you’ll survive them too. If you’re lucky, you’ll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks.”
I don't care what type of sexual arrangement people have within their marriage as long as it's consensual, truthful and nobody is hurt. There is so much more to marriage than sex! it is after all, the 21st century! ......But, the criminals in the picture should be neutered!
Not so long ago people were questioning her health, and everyone was dismissed as conspiracy nutters!
Now she has a big stumble on camera and she cant deny or cover up that she has issues, and within minutes its disclosed that she has "Pneumonia" then 90 minutes later, she's looking very chirpy on camera, she has a slightly different nose and lost weight and doesn't say anything, just laugh's or giggles...........
