Photo was found by me on a public site by an arrogant idiot site owner.
Can You Live with This Degradation!
Thank You To THE FREE THOUGHT PROJECT, Article link below.
…The bulk of the funding for Tor’s development has come from the federal government of the United States, initially through the Office of Naval Research and DARPA.
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To make a long story short, the feds decided to let an alleged child pornographer go to keep secret, and illegal, the methods they use to catch criminals on the dark web.
The federal prosecutor pointed out that the DoJ’s work to resist disclosing the NIT was part of “an effort to balance the many competing interests that are at play when sensitive law enforcement technology becomes the subject of a request for criminal discovery.”
The investigation into the Playpen child pornography site, the government has no choice but to seek dismissal of the indictment,” federal prosecutor Annette Hayes wrote in the court filing on Friday.
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Police Announce There Are So Many Pedophiles, They Will Stop Arresting Them.
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Pastors Advocating for Foster Kids Caught Running Child Sex Trafficking Ring
BELOW ARTICLE HAPPENED IN GERMANY
OUR COUNTRY OUR FLAG
My emotions get stirred with every item on social media and news about our country both good and sad. Today I remembered as a young girl in late 50s or early 60s in a very small town on Lake Erie in Ohio I was walking down the street with my father coming from the hardware store on a Saturday morning…we ran into my history teacher walking towards us. As they talked all I could think of was I can’t believe my history teacher is talking to my father. I made fun of this guy in my mind every time I sat in his class. He looks exactly like Barney Fife, he walks like a dictator as he struts around teaching in front of us. It’s hilarious. As I listen, this guy invites my father to a meeting in his home. A COMMUNIST meeting in his home! I swear my jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe my ears heard what they heard. Never in my life could I believe in America there would be communist meetings in my little tiny hometown!
Everything I see and hear with the problems in Washington didn’t start with one president and didn’t start with anything recent. It’s been entrenched for many years building with home Communist meetings like a Bible Fellowship.
So, when people get upset with how things are today, it’s been building a foundation for years. It will take decades to get our Constitution recognized or even thought about in DC again, if ever used again the way it was because…now their ideology is embedded entrenched in the House and Senate. Especially the House.
It’s well-known that once you give in on a principle you never get it back wholly. When people struggle for it they will get a semblance of what it was in some form or fashion in the future and that is it. So, right now all the American people can do in the secular world is what salesmen do and that is shoot high, take what you can get and don’t give up.
So, I know in my lifetime I won’t see the results I’d like. But, if the Lord tarries it will take generations of our families who stand on God’s Word, who believe in the power that’s in us who make that difference because the holy spirit inside us is the only RESTRAINER Of EVIL here until Christ Returns. We have a duty to pray with the power He has given us with the gift of holy spirit and strength.
My reading the Bible everyday, fellowshipping in today’s culture whether it be texting, messaging, emailing or talking on the phone or Skyping a fellowship keeps me together physically, mentally and spiritually. I love that and I love you.
We are responsible for our personal responsibilities first. After that, give what you have to offer in any form or fashion to help people. Show them your spiritual strength, your mental endurance and teach them where you found it, where you were before you had it and make known the living Christ and his power so they too and their children may be RESTRAINERS Of EVIL.
Lastly, don’t allow yourself to look at your flaws! GOD DOESN’T CARE or even remember them. Focus on the goodness that lives within you so you can allow the peace of God to reside inside…then God can work in you.
See you either Here, There or In The Air,
Iona Cheryl W Kranz
Don’t Leave Home without It
How do you leave your door open to a pig?
It can be said in many ways like…be wise as serpents but harmless as doves, but how can we and why should we?
We don’t continue giving precious pearls to someone who continues to squander their life away with no desire to change, whether it be money, your heart, your real time, your thought time or any of your precious pearls of wisdom (originally gotten from God’s Word which represents God’s wisdom).
We accomplish the Door always open by the Screen Door remaining locked tight so if that person or any person returns wishing to be in your good graces again (and it must not be allowed until ample time to correct the deepseeded error), you can filter everything said through your Screen Door. God can show you deceit through charm or charismatic ways. It’s okay with God to forgive if it’s genuine change God shows, but after you’ve done that wish the person Godspeed, shut the door and lock it again. Forgiveness, yes. Allowing them back in your life? Many times, not. It is possible to love people from afar but not entertain them in your home.
One reason you leave a Door open and the Screen Door locked is also for yourself…SO YOU DON’T ALLOW BITTERNESS TO TAKE ROOT. Because bitterness once taken root will spread it’s roots into all areas of your mind/life, poisoning and affecting other relationships.
The Screen Door helps your mind remain Harmless as a Dove. Don’t just be dovelike only…you’ll be right back where you were. Don’t superglue the door shut forever…you will unknowingly shut others out also.
“Do not give what is holy to dogs, and do not throw your pearls before swine, or they will trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you to pieces.”
Matthew 7:6 NASB
“Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves: be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.”
Matthew 10:16 KJV
The Joint Chiefs of Staff
by Iona Ware
In the late 60’s there were no cell phones, emails, office computers for secretaries. We had IBM Correcting Selectrics. This meant if the corrections made did not meet my standard, the entire page would be typed over again, especially if being done on the Captain’s letterhead. At the end of each day a yeoman would come by with a large trash bag so I could give him the used typewriter tape and typed-on trash for shredding classified documents.
Every time the Captain had a report for The Joint Chiefs of Staff I was the delivery girl. As a seventeen year old who was naive about the real world, add to that a driven worker too serious on getting my job done right and throw in some OCD & being hypersensitive to everything around me, the only thing that kept me sane was my sense of humor. (I never was suited for a secretarial type of work but somehow I made it work and adapted through time and extreme forced focusing.)
The first time delivering a report taught me who I was becoming in life. Okay, I grab the report and it needs to be there by a specific time and the Captain said It’s critical that it be there. He ran late putting it together and I had to hustle. Back then, we dressed professional everyday which meant I was doing the hustle in my new alligator high heels. Now it gets worse. The JCS was possibly a mile away taking into account walking up stairwells, getting lost and the fact at that time the Pentagon was the largest office building in the world. Finally I got there, looked at the clock and with a sigh of relief was on time with five minutes to spare. I needed some fun time relief after almost running under time constraints, feeling the pressure from my boss.
Standing there were beautiful oak extra wide doors above them a nice gold brass sign with Joint Chiefs of Staff on it. While in awe of this moment, I then saw in front of them a handsome U.S. Marine standing straight, everything spit shined, behind a podium, totally focused like the ones at the Arlington Cemetery who stand guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldiers. Also, there was a painted line on the cement floor in front of the podium with a sign that said “Do not cross this line or you will be shot”. That statement was so startling to me that I didn’t believe it and feeling the need for comic relief I looked at the Marine and said “Oh, you wouldn’t shoot me, would you?” as I put my right foot on the other side of the line. Without a flinch, without any eye contact, this Marine takes one step to the left of the podium and in a split second his rifle is pointed at me. At the end of his rifle was a shiny bayonet looking into my left eye. I quickly removed my foot to where it belonged and said that I was sorry. He returned to his previous position, I gave him the report and realized how much I loved the Navy and was proud to be a part of such a disciplined dedicated team.
FIRST DAY AT MY FIRST JOB
November 1, 2015
Before I begin, let me say that I’m from a tiny tiny railroad town on Lake Erie, Conneaut OH. Have never had a job ever except to babysit a couple of times and didn’t like it. Here it’s 1967. I’m living by myself, in a mega metropolis, never having ridden on a bus and with complete strangers going to work in biggest office building in the world at that time and am pretty petrified.
Found my apartment with the help of my brother and Mary, my sister in law. It was in Arlington VA right off Columbia Pike on the bus route straight towards DC.
Got ready for work and wanting to throw up the entire time, forced myself to leave my apt and walk to the bus stop. While riding on the bus, am wondering where I’ll get dropped off? Oh, here it is….whoa! We’re driving under the building. Cool. Guess I’ll follow the crowd up the stairs. Holy cow! It’s a huge concourse with a barbershop, restaurants, department stores on a smaller scale of course.
Okay now where? Spanning… spanning….Oh, there are entryways with security guards checking IDs. So I nervously go over, ask a security guard if this is the right entryway for me after showing my ID. How do I get to the right office? Now the funny thing is the Pentagon at that time was the largest office building in the world. Each level was painted a different color and very boring until you got to the upper floors where I delivered daily or weekly reports to Joint Chiefs of Staff. My floor was painted ugly depressing government green. Stopped off at the restroom before meeting my boss for first time and holy cow there were footprints where people had run up the wall and the whole restroom was in disarray. It must have been part of last night’s news on the anti Vietnam war demonstrators in front of the Pentagon where they were burning their draft cards and yelling things. It was quite an ordeal. I think they rushed the concourse through some of the hallways, made it as far as the bathrooms to the left of security guy ramming through and did some damage. These footprints must be from them. The 60s were an amazing whirlwind of change. Our country went from Beaver Cleaver days to drugs, sex and heavy metal.
With butterflies in my stomach, with a mind to do a good job, I walk in the office and there’s Sandy. She ends up being a wonderful big sister, wise married young woman. Then, Capt Moorehead who was in charge of Naval Public Affairs and Planning Division. He was straight laced, disciplined and fair. Then, Cmdr Thomas Oxendine, the first Native American Indian to be a Navy pilot. He was like a cool uncle to me. My desk and the guys I worked for were on other side of Capt’s office.
There was one civilian, Al Goodman, GS14 or 15. I really never knew what he did, except PR work, took VIP visits on naval ships or places. I typed letters and all but nothing of substance. I did wonder at times if his job was more cover for something deeper. He’d be gone for periods of time without letting me know he’d be gone. Who knows. He did help me when on a VIP weekend visit the USS INDEPENDENCE I’ll tell you later. Now for my favorite…Cmdr Moore. He was a “Mustang” officer. He was like a grandfather (not old enough though) to me with wise advice, watching out for me while he sat at his desk always calm and willing to answer any questions. He talked about his big cat and how he woke him up each morning. Then, LTJG Dugger, who was like a big brother. He made sure this one slick officer spending his two-week reserve duty with us stopped trying to get me to pose for Playboy magazine where he worked. They became in my mind a family where I felt safe.
There was one last person who was an odd duck, Anne. Anne grew up a Quaker, had two teenage daughters, married to a CIA guy. They lived in China for many years but were back in DC. One of Anne’s jobs was to each morning go through all major US newspapers looking for security leaks. She generally found something if only Confidential info. Also, handled PR and care of wives of returning USS Pueblo sailors when they were released. She cared for their families’ emotional needs and prepping them on any concerns and what to possibly expect when their loved ones returned. She was so good at her job.
Well, Sandy took me on a tour of the departments meeting many other people I may introduce you to some time.
Thanks for listening. Private message me if you want.