To those who complain about coal, do not present me a rich seam that is begging for exposure.
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"This controversial post is like little baby. I will show you how it's done." @DavidWayne400
Christians have every reason to deny Judaic philosophy but little to no reason to deny Judaic cosmology, as we only see evidence that the jews abused and are warped by Solomon's knowledge, not that the knowledge itself is inherently wrong. One must only incorporate Jesus into their metaphysical models/cosmology to update it.
Christians have every reason to deny Judaic philosophy but little to no reason to deny Judaic cosmology, as we only see evidence that the jews abused and are warped by Solomon's knowledge, not that the knowledge itself is inherently wrong. One must only incorporate Jesus into their metaphysical models/cosmology to update it.
In this vast, desolate realm of solitude,
I find myself yearning for a phantom's touch,
A woman whose visage, ethereal, eludes
And crumbles my spirit into fragments, as such.
Oh, where does she wander, this specter so fair,
Whose presence, though imagined, feels so real?
In dreams she inhabits, her essence I share,
Yet awake, I'm left with only a ghostly appeal.
In the depths of my mind, she dances and twirls,
A siren, enchanting with her elusive grace,
But the truth remains hidden, like shattered pearls,
And I'm left with a yearning I cannot erase.
In this fragmented reality, I seek,
A connection that whispers through the abyss,
An echo of love, so tender and meek,
But reality's grip drags me down with a hiss.
Oh, to reach out and touch the intangible,
To bridge the gap between reality and the dream,
A yearning so fervent, it feels incomprehensible,
Yet here I am, lost in this fragmented stream.
I long for her presence, like a faded book,
With pages torn and words lost to the years,
But disillusionment taints our sweet outlook,
And my yearning turns into bitter tears.
Amidst this alienation, I remain ensnared,
Bound to a longing that I can never fulfill,
For the woman, a figment, that has never been shared,
Yet the yearning persists, an ache that lingers still.
Oh woman of my dreams, or perhaps a deception,
The boundary blurs between what's real and not,
In this fragmented journey, I seek your redemption,
But truth remains hidden, a puzzle I have fought.
And so I yearn, lost in this endless sea,
For a woman who may only exist in my mind,
A mirage of love that mocks the depths of me,
Leaving disillusionment and longing intertwined.
Yet, I shall persist, though your reality is skewed,
Convinced that somewhere, somehow, you may be real,
For in this yearning, I find a purpose renewed,
In this fragmented sonnet, my heart's honest appeal.
I find myself yearning for a phantom's touch,
A woman whose visage, ethereal, eludes
And crumbles my spirit into fragments, as such.
Oh, where does she wander, this specter so fair,
Whose presence, though imagined, feels so real?
In dreams she inhabits, her essence I share,
Yet awake, I'm left with only a ghostly appeal.
In the depths of my mind, she dances and twirls,
A siren, enchanting with her elusive grace,
But the truth remains hidden, like shattered pearls,
And I'm left with a yearning I cannot erase.
In this fragmented reality, I seek,
A connection that whispers through the abyss,
An echo of love, so tender and meek,
But reality's grip drags me down with a hiss.
Oh, to reach out and touch the intangible,
To bridge the gap between reality and the dream,
A yearning so fervent, it feels incomprehensible,
Yet here I am, lost in this fragmented stream.
I long for her presence, like a faded book,
With pages torn and words lost to the years,
But disillusionment taints our sweet outlook,
And my yearning turns into bitter tears.
Amidst this alienation, I remain ensnared,
Bound to a longing that I can never fulfill,
For the woman, a figment, that has never been shared,
Yet the yearning persists, an ache that lingers still.
Oh woman of my dreams, or perhaps a deception,
The boundary blurs between what's real and not,
In this fragmented journey, I seek your redemption,
But truth remains hidden, a puzzle I have fought.
And so I yearn, lost in this endless sea,
For a woman who may only exist in my mind,
A mirage of love that mocks the depths of me,
Leaving disillusionment and longing intertwined.
Yet, I shall persist, though your reality is skewed,
Convinced that somewhere, somehow, you may be real,
For in this yearning, I find a purpose renewed,
In this fragmented sonnet, my heart's honest appeal.
❤2
That moment when your Catholic mutual confesses to Sola Scriptura. Remember friends, 9/10 a man's intellectual hypocrisy is a mercy from God.
Forwarded from Dark_Enlightenment's aphorisms (Dark Enlightenment)
The hierarchy, of least reliable to most reliable sources of information
1.Left wing Jewish media
2.Mainstream Jewish media
3.Establishment conservative media
4.Jew for jew media
5.Wikipedia
6. Encyclopedias and other general knowledge sources of information
7. Specific academic works
8. The 1911 Encyclopedia Britannica
9. Dreams
10. Racist group chats
*
11. The Holy and Inerrant Scriptures
1.Left wing Jewish media
2.Mainstream Jewish media
3.Establishment conservative media
4.Jew for jew media
5.Wikipedia
6. Encyclopedias and other general knowledge sources of information
7. Specific academic works
8. The 1911 Encyclopedia Britannica
9. Dreams
10. Racist group chats
*
11. The Holy and Inerrant Scriptures
Forwarded from vvalric’s meme gallery
Help your local coal miners
https://www.youtube.com/live/xq23FZmnfnc?si=dM6Ln2MW2YEhqbB5
I will be enjoying my pipe with this conversation.
I will be enjoying my pipe with this conversation.
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"No Enemies to the Right" | with The Distributist & Wokal Distance
Two of the most laconic commentators on the internet—Wokal Distance and Dave the Distributist—join me to discuss the addage “No Enemies to the Right” and how to effectively fight “the left” from a centrist or rightist position.
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