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

Sunday, December 3, 2023

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

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.

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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
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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.

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Spring 74

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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.

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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!