Looks like they caught another leaker.
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Looks like they caught another leaker.
Lib tries to out Gunther. GUNTHER responds
Put him on ignore. He is free to post whatever so long as it doesn't interfere with thread. If it offends you there is a remedy so you will not have to engage with his position at all.
That would have been disclosed during confirmation process
It wasn't muntions and bullets OG and no name were in to. It was kids butts
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Tom told them it was coming
I DID NOT WRITE THIS!
But, it needs to be post on every Social Media Platform!
These days, people look at me like I’m just a tired old man—but they forget I once crawled through the jungles of Vietnam with bullets flying over my head.”
"Just a Soldier"
A reflection for those who remember what dignity used to mean.
I wasn’t always invisible.
Back then—I'm talking about 1968—you couldn't walk into a diner in uniform without someone nodding, quietly paying for your coffee, or giving you a firm handshake. Not everyone did, of course. But when they did, it meant the world.
Now? I stand in the pharmacy line behind some teenager arguing with the clerk about a TikTok coupon. No one makes eye contact. My cane slows me down, and people sigh like I’m the problem. They don’t know I once carried a buddy on my back for three miles through the mud with a shattered ankle and two bullets in my leg. I didn’t ask for a parade. I just wanted a little respect.
I was drafted out of Arkansas at nineteen. Left behind a girl who waited—then didn’t. My mom hung a photo of me in uniform over the mantle like I’d already died. I guess part of me did.
Vietnam was hot, wet, loud. You slept with rats and woke up praying your legs were still there. But you also learned things you don’t forget. Brotherhood. Grit. How to laugh during hell. I had a buddy named Frankie—loudmouth from Jersey, always had a harmonica in his shirt pocket. He didn’t make it out. Sometimes I still hear him playing under the trees.
When I came home, people didn’t know what to do with us. The country was tired of war, tired of death, and some of that tiredness turned into anger. We didn’t get the hugs and banners. We got silence. Or worse.
So I worked. Fixed trucks. Painted houses. Drove long-haul to keep food on the table. No pension, no benefits for a long time. The VA back then was a joke—lines out the door, paperwork lost in the mail. I had friends who never went back, who couldn’t deal with the wait, or the shame of asking.
And still, we endured.
My hands aren’t what they used to be. Arthritis is a cruel thing. Sometimes I stare at them and think, "These hands once loaded M16s in the dark, now they struggle with a jar lid." My knees creak like old wood. The back’s stiff from years under trucks and sleeping in strange motel beds with thin mattresses and thinner paychecks.
But the hardest part isn’t the pain. It’s the feeling that none of it mattered.
I remember when neighbors helped each other build fences. When a man’s word meant something. You didn’t need a lawyer for everything. We argued on porches and still shook hands afterward. Now, it’s all tweets and screens and screaming. Everybody’s offended, nobody listens.
The worst is when young folks roll their eyes. “Boomer,” they say, like it’s an insult.
They don’t know the hours we worked. The nights we went without so they could have more. They think we’re out of touch, but we remember a time when dignity wasn’t an app and truth didn’t change with the algorithm.
I live alone now. My wife passed six winters ago—cancer. She was the only one who knew how to quiet the jungle in my dreams. Some nights, I still wake up gasping, hands clenched, heart racing like a chopper overhead. The VA counselor says it's normal. Normal. Funny word for nightmares.
My daughter visits when she can. She’s got her own battles—divorce, debt, a son who barely looks up from his phone. I love her, but sometimes we sit in the same room and feel a thousand miles apart.
You know what keeps me going? The little things. The smell of coffee at 5 a.m. Watching the squirrels raid my bird feeder like it's Normandy. That one neighbor kid who mows my lawn without being asked. He doesn’t say much, but he waves every time. That wave means more than he knows.
And the flag. I still raise it every morning. Not because the country’s perfect—but because I believed in something once. Still do, deep down. Even if the news makes it hard some days.
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Good points../I think the getaways to Delaware were to obfuscate the injections he was taking to stay somewhat alert. No need to sign visitor logs
9Mounties07
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Chopper…Sick Balls
Chuck 2020
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More of this.
Definitely maybe
This will keep happening until the people start murdering these scumbag fake judges. Literally tar n feather them like Mussolini.
This is absolutely BRILLIANT
From DC north airports closed w weather
This will make you angry
"Looks like the Durham Report wasn’t a waste of time after all."
If you were following me back in 2018 all the way through the time that 'Durham closed up shop' and revealed himself to be 'a massive failure' or a 'coverup artist'?
Then know how much grief I took from people who couldn't see what was being done because own strongly held confirmation biases prevented from being able to really look.
I always said one day we would see the Return of John Durham. And that the groundwork he provided in exposing the 'grand conspiracy' or 'joint venture' between
1. The Hillary Clinton for President 2016 campaign
a. Hillary Clinton
b. Huma Abedin
c. Bill Clinton
d. Cheryl Mills
e. Jake Sullivan
2. The Obama White House
a. Barack Obama
b. Joe Biden
c. Valerie Jarrett
d. Susan Rice
3. The DOJ
a. Loretta Lynch
b. John Carlin
c. Sally Yates
d. Bruce Ohr
4. Perkins Coie
a. Marc Elias
b. Michael Sussmann
5. Fusion GPS
a. Glenn Simpson
b. Peter Fritsch
c. Christopher Steele
d. Igor Danchenko
6. The FBI
a. James Comey
b. Andrew McCabe
c. James Baker
d. Peter Strzok
e. Joseph Pientka
f. Lisa Page
g. Christopher Steele [yes, he's listed TWICE]
h. Sweaty fat fuck Stefan Halper
7. The United States House of Representatives
a. Adam Schiff
b. Eric Swalwell
c. Nancy Pelosi
...to manufacture, spread in the media, and then use for official federal intelligence/law enforcement investigations of Donald Trump KNOWN HOAXES.
And then they all decided to CONTINUE THIS GRAND CONSPIRACY after Trump won the 2016 election, despite all of their illegal efforts.
And then they decided AGAIN to keep going forward with their grand conspiracy even after Trump was inaugurated at the duly elected 45th US President.
Treason.
Look up the statute of limitations on that sometime.
Want to bet many of these same traitors played key roles in the setting up of the rigging/stealing of the 2020 Presidential election from Donald Trump?
Exploring all of their continued organized crime activities during that 2015-2018 time period would lead any investigators like night follows day right to all of their impeachment activities, and then their 2020 election rigging schemes.
Ain't life grand?
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