OrangeZorba is the way...: December 2023

In 1965, Paul Harvey broadcast “If I Were the Devil.” 60 years ago he perfectly described 21st century America, i.e., Sodom & Gomorrah. He sounded like a red-baiting alarmist back then. But everything he predicted has come true.

In 1965, Paul Harvey broadcast “If I Were the Devil.” 60 years ago he perfectly described 21st century America, i.e., Sodom & Gomorrah. He sounded like a red-baiting alarmist back then. But everything he predicted has come true.

George Orwell wrote 1984 back in 1949. He nailed… pic.twitter.com/fRawoCgUqg
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Praise Jesus our Lord.🙏
I stand with God,
not the false prophet Mohamed.

Argument A—false gods and false prophets.

A1. If a person speaks in the names of false gods, that person is a false prophet.
⁰A2. Muhammad spoke in the names of false gods.
⁰A3. Therefore, Muhammad… https://t.co/ntPh0mCt44
— 𝓡𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀☆· ˖° ♥️🤍💙 (@RL9631) December 3, 2023

Early one spring morning, with dew like diamonds agleam,
I sprang from a restful slumber, bursting with a jubilant dream.

Perched on my windowsill, a Robin, the season’s first guest,
Strutted without a care—oh, what a merry, fearless jest!

The flowers popped with brilliance, a riot of festive hue,
New grass hugged the pathways, dressed in emerald morning dew.

This bold little Robin, a herald of spring’s grand cheer,
Paraded like a bandleader, trumpeting far and near.

It sang a lively jig, it danced with a twirl and a bound,
Grey squirrels clapped from the lawn, enchanted by the sound.

No dream this, but a spectacle, a wake-up call so grand,
I leapt up with a grin, marveling at nature’s band.

The day sparked with wonder, my heart in a joyous whirl,
A carnival of spring unfurled, starring that Robin, my pearl.

In a quiet, giddy pause, I eased the window down with glee,
A tiny tap on its head—oops!—still, it chirped a tune for me!

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Early one spring morning, with dew like diamonds agleam,
I sprang from a restful slumber, bursting with a jubilant dream.

Perched on my windowsill, a Robin, the season’s first guest,
Strutted without a care—oh, what a merry, fearless jest!

The flowers popped with brilliance, a riot of festive hue,
New grass hugged the pathways, dressed in emerald morning dew.

This bold little Robin, a herald of spring’s grand cheer,
Paraded like a bandleader, trumpeting far and near.

It sang a lively jig, it danced with a twirl and a bound,
Grey squirrels clapped from the lawn, enchanted by the sound.

No dream this, but a spectacle, a wake-up call so grand,
I leapt up with a grin, marveling at nature’s band.

The day sparked with wonder, my heart in a joyous whirl,
A carnival of spring unfurled, starring that Robin, my pearl.

In a quiet, giddy pause, I eased the window down with glee,
A tiny tap on its head—oops!—still, it chirped a tune for me!

Sunday, December 3, 2023

George Orwell wrote 1984 back in 1949. He nailed the Marxist Idiocracy imposed by unhinged globalists.

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Early one spring morning, with dew like diamonds agleam,I sprang from a restful slumber, bursting with a jubilant dream.

Perched on my windowsill, a Robin, the season’s first guest,Strutted without a care—oh, what a merry, fearless jest!The flowers popped with brilliance, a riot of festive hue,New grass hugged the pathways, dressed in emerald morning dew.

This bold little Robin, a herald of spring’s grand cheer,Paraded like a bandleader, trumpeting far and near.

It sang a lively jig, it danced with a twirl and a bound,Grey squirrels clapped from the lawn, enchanted by the sound.

No dream this, but a spectacle, a wake-up call so grand,I leapt up with a grin, marveling at nature’s band.

The day sparked with wonder, my heart in a joyous whirl,A carnival of spring unfurled, starring that Robin, my pearl.

In a quiet, giddy pause, I eased the window down with glee,A tiny tap on its head—oops!—still, it chirped a tune for me!

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Spring 74

Early one spring morning, with dew like diamonds agleam,I sprang from a restful slumber, bursting with a jubilant dream.

Perched on my windowsill, a Robin, the season’s first guest,Strutted without a care—oh, what a merry, fearless jest!The flowers popped with brilliance, a riot of festive hue,New grass hugged the pathways, dressed in emerald morning dew.

This bold little Robin, a herald of spring’s grand cheer,Paraded like a bandleader, trumpeting far and near.

It sang a lively jig, it danced with a twirl and a bound,Grey squirrels clapped from the lawn, enchanted by the sound.

No dream this, but a spectacle, a wake-up call so grand,I leapt up with a grin, marveling at nature’s band.

The day sparked with wonder, my heart in a joyous whirl,A carnival of spring unfurled, starring that Robin, my pearl.

In a quiet, giddy pause, I eased the window down with glee,A tiny tap on its head—oops!—still, it chirped a tune for me!

Sunday, December 3, 2023

George Orwell wrote 1984 back in 1949. He nailed the Marxist Idiocracy imposed by unhinged globalists.

OrangeZorba

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Spring 74

Ride On! photos

Weather or Not

Early one spring morning, with dew like diamonds agleam,
I sprang from a restful slumber, bursting with a jubilant dream.

Perched on my windowsill, a Robin, the season’s first guest,
Strutted without a care—oh, what a merry, fearless jest!

The flowers popped with brilliance, a riot of festive hue,
New grass hugged the pathways, dressed in emerald morning dew.

This bold little Robin, a herald of spring’s grand cheer,
Paraded like a bandleader, trumpeting far and near.

It sang a lively jig, it danced with a twirl and a bound,
Grey squirrels clapped from the lawn, enchanted by the sound.

No dream this, but a spectacle, a wake-up call so grand,
I leapt up with a grin, marveling at nature’s band.

The day sparked with wonder, my heart in a joyous whirl,
A carnival of spring unfurled, starring that Robin, my pearl.

In a quiet, giddy pause, I eased the window down with glee,
A tiny tap on its head—oops!—still, it chirped a tune for me!

Early one spring morning, with dew like diamonds agleam,
I sprang from a restful slumber, bursting with a jubilant dream.

Perched on my windowsill, a Robin, the season’s first guest,
Strutted without a care—oh, what a merry, fearless jest!

The flowers popped with brilliance, a riot of festive hue,
New grass hugged the pathways, dressed in emerald morning dew.

This bold little Robin, a herald of spring’s grand cheer,
Paraded like a bandleader, trumpeting far and near.

It sang a lively jig, it danced with a twirl and a bound,
Grey squirrels clapped from the lawn, enchanted by the sound.

No dream this, but a spectacle, a wake-up call so grand,
I leapt up with a grin, marveling at nature’s band.

The day sparked with wonder, my heart in a joyous whirl,
A carnival of spring unfurled, starring that Robin, my pearl.

In a quiet, giddy pause, I eased the window down with glee,
A tiny tap on its head—oops!—still, it chirped a tune for me!