The Great Tribulation is extremely near.
Nations to be invaded & conquered: Taiwan, Philippines, Japan, Australia, New Zealand, UK, Israel & USA.
By: Russia, China & Iran.
Why: Your pagan holidays of Sun-day worship, worship of Zeus, Ra, Easter/Astarte/Ishar, Lent, Ash Wednesday, Valentines, Mari Gras, Halloween (Day of the Dead), horror movies, Assyrian letter Y names, antisemitism, abortion, worship of Trump, and the fact that you have condemned & rejected much truth while embracing & loving much falsehood.
Your pastors have deceived you about everything.
There’s no “pre-tribulation rapture”.
The 3rd Temple will never be built.
You can’t pray successfully to stop the NWO or the Great Tribulation & judgement.
The manifestation of the Antichrist, the return to power of Bashar Assad, the healing of the head wound of Rev. 13:3, the Strong Delusion of 2 Thes. 2 is to occur soon. These are all one & the same.
No person on Earth is ready to meet Jesus. No one! We NEED the great purifying fire of the Great Tribulation!
Republican nominee for Congress Joe Arminio was removed from a debate in Delaware after “misgendering” Rep Tim McBride by referring to him as a man
Joe is correct.
Tim is a man.
They want to force us to affirm their mental illness
@mattvanswol The false theology of forgiving everyone of everything, no exceptions, is stupid, extremely unwise and extremely dangerous.
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The Ugliest Sound
Chickamauga - Horseshoe Ridge - Sept. 20, 1863
Every man who heard the Rebel Yell and lived to write about it tried to get it down on paper, and nearly every one of them failed. No machine of the 1860s was built to catch it. The old men who tried to reproduce it at reunions decades on managed only an old man's memory of a young man's terror. The soldiers who marched toward it left behind a small library of failed comparisons: a fox hunt, a pack of hounds, a scream with no bottom to it. The sound itself kept sliding off the page.
Ambrose Bierce did not let it slide off his. Whatever else you want to say about Bierce - and there is a good deal to say, since the man went on to become one of the sharpest, most unsentimental prose stylists this country ever produced - he had the gift, when he finally sat down to it, of aiming a sentence at a thing until it held still.
He was twenty-one years old and a topographical lieutenant on General William Hazen's staff on the evening of September 20, 1863, up on Horseshoe Ridge with what was left of the Army of the Cumberland: men who had been fighting the better part of two days on no sleep, no rations, and precious little hope. When the muskets finally fell quiet with the last of the light, they might have believed the worst of it was behind them. It was not.
He wrote down what happened next thirty-five years afterward, in 1898, by then a Hearst newspaperman with a national reputation and a temperament famous for having no patience with exaggeration. He did not exaggerate this:
"At last it grew too dark to fight. Then away to our left and rear some of Bragg's people set up 'the rebel yell'. It was taken up successively and passed around to our front, along our right and in behind us again, until it seemed almost to have got to the point whence it started. It was the ugliest sound that any mortal ever heard — even a mortal exhausted and unnerved by two days of hard fighting, without sleep, without rest, without food and without hope..."
Thirty-five years is a long time for a sound to keep its exact shape in a man's head. Most memories go soft at the edges with that kind of distance, rounded off into something easier to carry. Not this one. It waited in the dark the way it had waited on the ridge itself, passed hand to hand around the circle until it found the one man built to carry it out whole. Then it stopped waiting.
Rebel Yell!
The 4th Texas Infantry Regiment at Sharpsburg, recreated to full scale by the Liberty Rifles at Antietam National Battlefield.
And that was at a company level. Imagine the Rebel Yell by a whole Regiment or Battalion.
🚨#BREAKING: Outrage is erupting after a 22-year-old who runs into BURNING BUILDINGS as a volunteer firefighter was told he isn't qualified to be a paid firefighter...
...because he was HOMESCHOOLED.
Then the city changed the job posting to cover it up.
His name is Andrew Coates. He's 22 years old, in Nebraska.
Right now, today, he runs into burning buildings as a volunteer firefighter for Cedar Bluffs Fire. He is a state-licensed EMT.
He is doing the job. For free.
All he wanted was to get PAID to do it. In his words: "Make a career out of it would be the goal. To get paid to do what you love."
So he applied to the Fremont Fire Department.
And in April, the city rejected him. Why?
Because his high school diploma says he was homeschooled.
That's it. That's the whole disqualification.
Not his EMT license.
Not his fitness.
Not his record.
Not his experience pulling people out of fires ALREADY!!
...how he was educated.
The job posting he applied to said "graduation from high school."
That's all it said.
He graduated high school.
He has a diploma.
And AFTER they rejected him, the city went back and added the word "accredited" to the job description.
His own fire chief, the man who has watched Andrew work, showed up to defend him:
"I feel the city of Fremont is really missing out here, and in my mind, because of his homeschooling, you guys are discriminating against him."
Over THIRTY homeschool families showed up to stand behind this kid.
And the Civil Service Commission? They said it isn't their job to touch city policy.
Homeschoolers are literally a generation of kids who read ABOVE grade level, who work with their HANDS, who volunteer in their communities, who show up for their neighbors.
And this young man is the proof.
At 22, he's a certified EMT and a volunteer firefighter, while plenty of his peers are on a couch.
When your house is on fire at 3 a.m., I promise you will not ask the man dragging your children out where he went to high school.
You will not ask if his diploma was accredited.
You will thank GOD he came.
Andrew isn't even fighting for himself anymore. His words:
"I think now it's turned into we want to make sure that every homeschooler has an equal opportunity."
That's a better man than the policy that rejected him.
Fremont, you have a licensed EMT and an active firefighter begging to serve your city. And you turned him down over paperwork, then rewrote the paperwork to cover it.
Fix this.
Hire him!!!!!!!
163 years ago today the Battle of Chickamauga erupted into full fury, a day of savage, blind, close-range slaughter in woods so thick that men could not see the enemy they were killing. It was the second-bloodiest battle of the entire war, and by nightfall the arrival of reinforcements would set the stage for a Confederate breakthrough the next day.
The fighting on September 19 was unlike almost anything else in the war, and its character came from the ground itself. The battlefield was a dense tangle of second-growth forest and underbrush in the north Georgia hills, cut by the ominous Chickamauga Creek. In that thick timber, visibility was often just a few dozen yards. There were no grand sweeping vistas, no long ordered lines maneuvering in the open. Instead the battle dissolved into a chaotic, disjointed brawl along a front of nearly three miles, individual brigades and regiments blundering into each other in the woods, blasting away at point-blank range, charging and being driven back, all in choking smoke and confusion.
It began in the morning almost by accident, when Union troops probing for what they thought was an isolated Confederate force ran into far more than they bargained for. From there it spread and escalated all day, feeding more and more troops into the meat grinder. Bragg's Confederates hammered relentlessly at the northern end of the Union line, trying to turn the Union left flank and cut Rosecrans off from his base at Chattanooga. Time and again they attacked, and time and again the Union line, though bent and battered, held. The combat was ferocious and intimate and terrible, and casualties on both sides were enormous.
Anchoring the crucial Union left through it all was General George Thomas, a Virginian who had stayed loyal to the Union, methodically absorbing blow after blow and refusing to break. His steadiness this day and the next would earn him one of the war's great nicknames, the Rock of Chickamauga.
As darkness fell, the exhausted armies had fought each other to a bloody standstill, and the woods were full of the dead, the wounded, and lost, wandering men. But the balance was about to shift. Around 11 o'clock that night, the vanguard of James Longstreet's veteran divisions, sent all the way from Lee's army in Virginia by rail, finally arrived on the field to reinforce Bragg. Their presence would prove decisive. The next day, September 20, a gap would open in the Union line at exactly the wrong moment, Longstreet's men would pour through it, and much of the Union army would be swept from the field in a rout, saved only by Thomas's legendary last stand. The savage, inconclusive slaughter of the 19th was the grim prelude to the Confederacy's greatest victory in the West.
A musket ball caught Daniel Morgan in the back of the neck. It tore up through his mouth, knocked out the teeth on his left side, and came out through his cheek.
He was fighting in the French and Indian War, years before the Revolution. Morgan was carrying dispatches across the Virginia frontier with two other men when they rode into an ambush. Both of the others were killed on the spot. Morgan took the ball to the neck but managed to stay in the saddle.
He leaned forward, wrapped his arms around the horse's neck and let it run. One of the attackers chased him on foot, expecting the wounded man to drop at any second. But he never did. Morgan rode all the way to the safety of the fort.
He lost those teeth, but he survived. And a couple of decades later, that same man would command the force that shattered a British army at Cowpens.
American Grit.
So per this article, there will be 50-60K Californian Jobs lost if Paramount / Warner Bros move.
The pic below shows EVERY ACTIVE LISTING on https://t.co/I1v62wTrxm in ALL OF MIDDLE TENNESSEE FROM KY TO GA / AL.
THAT’S 19,600 AVAILABLE HOMES TO PURCHASE.
WHERE ARE THESE PEOPLE GOING TO GO???
EVEN IF ITS 10,000 PEOPLE WHO MOVE, THIS IS GOING TO FOREVER CHANGE TENNESSEE.
WE DO NOT HAVE THE HOUSING SUPPLY OR THE INFRASTRUCTURE TO SUPPORT THIS.
GOOD BYE FARMS & HELLO HIGH DENSITY HOUSING!!!
SEWER, ELECTRICAL, ROADS, SCHOOLS, APARTMENTS, SHOPPING ALL WILL HAVE TO BE BUILT / EXPANDED TO HANDLE THE DEMAND.
THE PLANNING COMMISSIONS ARE GOING TO BE FORCED TO RELAX & BECOME PRO-GROWTH ON EVERY TYPE OF PROJECT FOR BOTH HOUSING & COMMERCIAL.
EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU POLITICIANS PUSHING FOR THIS CAN KICK ROCKS.
Christians falsely teach that you must forgive everyone of literally everything, no exceptions. But that’s not really biblical. And it’s the opposite of wisdom and logic.
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🚨#BREAKING: Outrage is erupting after White inmate in a South Carolina jail run by a Black man just DIED OF THIRST on the floor of his cell... covered INCHES-DEEP IN FECES, with the water to his sink SHUT OFF.
He drank out of his OWN TOILET to stay alive.
He wrote letters to his father pleading for help because he was being tortured because he was White.
His name was Gary "Bubba" Blair, he was 43.
He was the caregiver for his own elderly father. He had two nephews he adored and a dog named Scrubby.
So why was he in jail?
In February, Bubba showed up at his sister's house wearing a sheriff's office golf shirt, a security badge, handcuffs, and pepper spray. Deputies arrested him for impersonating a police officer.
A judge found he wasn't mentally competent to stand trial and ORDERED the state to place him into treatment on June 3.
The South Carolina Office of Mental Health never followed through.
Bubba sat in that jail for 181 days waiting for a spot.
He passed away 51 days after a judge ordered them to get him help.
In April, he write a letter to his father:
"I've lost about 90 pounds so far. I'm starving to death in here; only two meals a day, that's it... you starve, and I also have to drink from my toilet and no mattress to sleep on, only a hard ground."
"I’ve been abused by staff and assaulted by everyone on the unit; I had to go 28 days without a shower... no help for a white man"
"The staff is very nasty to white inmates thanks to Troy Ellerbe and James Dixon."
Then in May, Bubba did something that will haunt me.
He wrote a letter to a CIRCUIT COURT JUDGE begging for help.
The letter had a bad address. It was returned. It never arrived.
Meanwhile, sources say the water to his sink was SHUT OFF. His cell floor and walls were covered in feces INCHES DEEP. He was alone. Never let out.
Other inmates, who got a few hours out of their cells, told the news they watched Bubba drink toilet water.
So they took an empty potato chip bag and filled it with water and pushed it through the food slot in his door!!!!!
Most of it spilled before it ever reached him.
On July 24th, jailers found him dead on the floor.
49 days later, the autopsy came back.
Cause of death: profound dehydration due to DEPRIVATION OF WATER.
Manner of death: HOMICIDE.
The report also found bed sores on his HEELS, consistent with a man lying on a concrete floor for days at a time.
Acute bronchial pneumonia.
Profound weight loss.
Physical evidence that he had been INGESTING TOILET WATER.
He had lost so much weigh and was in such poor condition, his sister and aunt went to the funeral home to see him... they did not recognize his body.
The sheriff fired the Black jail administrator 5 days after Bubba died, and refuses to say why.
Bubba Blair sang to old folks in nursing homes. He took care of his daddy.
He deserved so much better than dying of thirst on a concrete floor.
Say his name. Gary "Bubba" Blair.
WE DO NOT HAVE TO LIVE LIKE THIS!!!!!!!