Before the national media descends again on a different part of Maine, please understand that the way Troy Jackson talks is more of a self-imposed speech impediment than a Maine accent.
Bert Holmquist, 43, of Peru, allegedly confronted deputies with an axe and machete, on Friday, assaulted law enforcement, and damaged a cruiser after he was taken into custody.
Details:
https://t.co/GyrCnHGUvD
The Epstein Administration is flooding America with foreign work visa holders [and their families] while they try to distract us with their "Trump secured the southern border" propaganda, and they're all having anchor babies too. It's government [taxpayer] funded birth tourism.
Whether sitting by the fires of the North, the gilded halls of the Anglo Saxons, or the deep forests of the early Germanic tribes death was never a stranger locked inside an infirmary. Wyrd and the Norns wove our fates into the loom of the world making the end of our days a constant thread running beside every birth, winter, and harvest.
Because the bodys breath could be cut short at any moment by blade, fever, or chance, our people did not waste their days trying to outwit the inevitable and instead they poured their strength into making their end mean something.
Death was not a failure to be feared but a threshold to be met with courage. A life was judged not by the number of winters a person survived but by the weight of their deeds and the nobility of their departure for wealth dies... kinsmen die.... and oneself also dies but the dómr or glory and honorable repute of a brave soul never perishes.
As a people...by laying down our spears and pushing death into the sterile shadows of old age modern man has lost the very fire that once made him burn so bright.
When death stood beside us as an ancient companion life was lived with an insatiable hunger and a fierce beating heart. Knowing our vey tallow was melting away like a flickering candle did not break our spirit but it forged it... driving us to build, to go further, to love, to fight, and to stand tall against impossible odds.
Death was the ultimate mirror, forcing us to carve out our place in the saga of our folk before our time was done. To see death clearly to honor it as the final faithful threshold where our deeds are weighed is to truly live with courage and purpose. When we greet Death well...to face the final boundary not as a defeated enemy but as an ancient friend who marks the end of our watch is the true mark of a life well lived.
For Death is the oldest friend of all. The one there as a shadow our entire life and the only friend there at our death. Giving final mercy to sick, final mercy to the old, final mercy to the wounded, and and earned final mercy most of all to the warrior who met him at the end on a warriors terms.
They’ve been in charge of our state and have raised our taxes to top 10 most burdensome in the nation. Crime in Bangor has risen. Portland is handing out a record number of needles flooding our parks and playgrounds. Hospitals are closing. Our student reading scores are worse than Mississippi, and they want a promotion? It’s time for a change!