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The Word From the Trenches – August 13, 2018

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19 Responses to The Word From the Trenches – August 13, 2018

  1. # 1 NWO Hatr says:

    73 now, 93 hi, 61 lo. Overcast… looks like a mix of clouds (possibly CHEMTRAIL) and smoke.

    • # 1 NWO Hatr says:

      Found out something just now… couldn’t access the broadcast through the library computer (forgot my headphones, so I thought I’d just use their computer for it).

      Neither the ‘our player’ or direct link worked… borrowed a pair of headphones from them, had to get on my computer.

  2. # 1 NWO Hatr says:

    “They wore wigs, people.”


    They were effeminate, FAG WIGS TO BOOT!!!!!

  3. # 1 NWO Hatr says:

    The next 9/11 will be designed to destroy Christianity.

    I’m bettin’ the farm on it.

  4. Katie says:

    Excellent broadcast Henry! Thank you.

    Collaboration is a hanging offence.

  5. Angel-NYC says:

    Happy Be-Lated Birthday, Henry!!! Hope you had a fantastic day!
    Greetings from Texas. Made it home last night. It was the stupidest, dumbest, scariest, most terrifying road trip down that I’ve ever done. But, I got us here. LOL

    • Katie says:

      Glad you made it safely Angel.

    • Mark Schumacher in LV says:

      Oh yeah, the Texas rumble, kind of like the roller derby, you gotta shove your way down there, literally. Have fun with all those slow ass semis? LMAO

    • Henry Shivley says:

      Thank you, glad you made it there okay. 🙂

    • # 1 NWO Hatr says:

      Hey Angel! 😀

      Glad you survived the ordeal.

      Now you’re faced with the scorching Texas August heat.

      I surely don’t envy you… dear. 🙂

      • Angel-NYC says:

        1998 Olds Cutlass with no AC, legally blind copilot, and first day out the windshield wiper transmission broke. Hubby’s old friend flew up to be my copilot said let me look at it. Completely tore them apart at a gas station. Passenger side wiper ended up in the trunk. Used a coat hanger to rig the driver side. Began pouring cats and dogs in Alexandria, LA. White out rain in Shreveport through East TX. Sounded like it was going to beat through the hood. Went from 12 inch span to beating the driver side rear view mirror. Beat the heck out of the paint but didn’t knock it off ( TG. We thought for sure it was going to)

  6. galen says:

    Welcome back Angel. Be safe.



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