The Word From the Trenches – July 26, 2017

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9 thoughts on “The Word From the Trenches – July 26, 2017

  1. THIS “JUDEOCHRISTIAN THEOCRACY CAUSED THE DESTRUCTION OF GERMANY IN WW2. THE CHURCH IS NOT THE GOVERNMENT HERE……….THERE ARE 3 JURISDICTIONS OF LAW IN THE US. THE CHURCH(YOU HAVE TO PLACE YOURSELF UNDER THIS LAW), THE COMMON LAW FOR ALL NATIONALS, AND THE ADMIRALITY……….
    GIVE EM HELL HENRY!!
    YOUR RIGHT………….

    1. YEP…. AND BELIEVE ME, THEY WILL HAVE A “WARRANT” TO JUSTIFY THE EVIL. THEY WILL SHOOT YOUR DOG FIRST, RAPE YOUR GOLDFISH, AND KILL YOU IN THE RECLINER………

  2. I just got a chance to listen to all of today’s show. It hit very close to home for me (growing up in the TX Bible Belt, with a Father who was Awake).
    You did an Excellent job.
    How I wish diggerdan was here to comment…I can hear him now… 😀 😆 😉

  3. Oh boy, Henry, I actually got to listen to the show today and I sure caught a whopper!! Anyway, this FORCED RELIGION issue is a MONSTER. Its slime oozes like a CLAW of CONTROL, pathetic, without backbone. And what about all the different versions of the Bible, and all the editing that went on over the centuries? That never seems to be brought out by those who would have us under their sway/authority. So grateful for your clear voice letting freedom ring. And Henry, I don’t understand every single word of the poem below, but much of it reminds me of you:

    INVICTUS
    William Ernest Henley, 1875

    Out of the night that covers me,
    Black as the pit from pole to pole,
    I thank whatever gods may be
    For my unconquerable soul

    In the fell clutch of circumstance
    I have not winced nor cried aloud
    Under the bludgeonings of chance
    My head is bloody, but unbowed

    Beyond this place of wrath and tears
    Looms but the Horror of the shade,
    And yet the menace of the years
    Finds and shall find me unafraid

    It matters not how strait the gate,
    How charged with punishments the scroll,
    I am the master of my fate,
    I am the captain of my soul

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