Mid-April 2020 in “lockdown @ Conway, South Carolina”

The republic we are all supposed to stand for, up to, and beyond our own personal pains, angst, or reservations – according to a small sect of the population – to preserve our “way-of-life” has taken some nasty twist in the last few years where in fact that “justice for all” has been flushed down the toilet in D.C. and most of the larger metropolitan areas in the United States.

All we can do it keep praying.

2 Chronicles 7:14 King James Version (KJV)

14 If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.

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Hence the reason I keep posting, everywhere:

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#RetireLindsey in our June 9, 2020 REPUBLICAN primary or our “closet democrat” will “come-out” and start spraying our faces with his #NeverTrump spew on June 10th –

Graham: Trump a ‘race-baiting, xenophobic religious bigot! He does not represent my party! 

 

Saturday, January 27, 2018 – Horry County, South Carolina

Daniel E Huneycutt

Well my suit is dusted, ready and out for the early morning trip to Pleasant hill church in Marshville, North Carolina to the services of Rev. Daniel E. Huneycutt (aka my Grandfather). Family viewing is 7am till 11am; family requested to arrive before or by 1pm for the 2pm services. Weather forecast is rain.

#GodBless

Guinness Accident

Guiness

Guinness Accident
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Brenda O’Malley is home making dinner, as usual, when Tim Finnegan arrives at her door. “Brenda, may I come in?” he asks. “I’ve somethin’ to tell ya.”

“Of course you can come in, you’re always welcome, Tim. But where’s my husband?”

“That’s what I’m here to be tellin’ ya, Brenda. There was an accident down at the Guinness brewery…”

“Oh, God no!” cries Brenda. “Please don’t tell me….”

“I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead and gone. I’m sorry.” Finally, she looked up at Tim.

“How did it happen, Tim?”

“It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guinness Stout and drowned.”

“Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me true, Tim. Did he at least go quickly?”

“Well, no Brenda… no. Fact is, he got out three times to pee.”

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