Month: August 2016
“Jesus, give me a break!”, or “Keep it under a bushel NO! I’m gonna let it shine, shine, shine”
A King or Queen sits in judgment over some poor soul and screams, “Off with his head!”. Same thing today. People in power are quietly saying to their minions, “He has to be stopped”, 
and that poor soul is run over by a train. Suicide they said. Or it’s some evil asshole who doesn’t want the truth to be known, so he has someone eject you from a Sunday morning worship service.
Someone from my distant past responded privately on Facebook today to my comment to a post of his about the higher price of gas in California, blaming the Democrats.
This is a dude, who at the time in 1977 was a youth pastor at the church that I had attended before my two year visit to Nashville. Upon attending a Sunday morning worship service at my home church for the first time in two years, this particular “Youth Pastor” was instructed to show me the “Love of Jesus”, and to eject me from the church service, i.e, show me where the door was, physically if necessary. I went quietly without a struggle on my part.
More and more today, I think that stupidity is genetic, and possibly linked to Religion, or eating too many Twinkies, 
or both. I have known far too many “Christians” that have publicly portrayed a Jesus-like persona, while deliberately fucking up other people’s lives, doing shit that they KNOW they can wipe away simply by asking “God” to forgive them.
Never mind that they demonstrated evil incarnate to other people, these Assholes made themselves feel good, AFTER the evil (Insert Bad Karma here) simply by crying their “Sin”, away. Good example, that famous televangelist caught with a hooker. Getting caught with a hooker in a motel Room? Who cares.
Our concern with that particular evangelist should be, what else has he done with his Bad Karma? I could care less who sucks his dick, 
as long as HE is paying for it, but I bet the $200 for the hooker came from the offering plates. Yes, good Christians, YOU paid for that blowjob!
Good Karma, Bad Karma. So, this private message from this so called “Christian”, If it would have been me responding to my comment, I would have kept it in the string of PUBLIC comments.
Instead, he thought he would give me his “FEELINGS”, privately, so no one else could see it. At that moment, I felt like that expression, when Mr. T said, “I pity the poor fool”. Is he afraid that if this private conversation was public, that many folks out there would agree with me?
Here is the beginning chain of comments along with the image he posted. Mind you, I believe that everyone is free to express their particular beliefs, right or wrong. I left their spelling and grammar errors in.
The original author said, (Names changed to protect the innocent)
Pastor BlaBlaBla: Gas price in Arizona $.50 a gallon cheaper than California. Time to run Democrats out of office in Sacramento!!
First Respondent: Why blame only Democrats Pastor. How can you forget the construction of the Government, the body consists of Democrats, Righteous Republicans and Independent. Do you think as a whole, democrats are the problem for all the societies illness. Hiding under the second amendment …….anything constructive do the Republican brings to the table to help the society. Sorry Pastor, we still love you and respect you. Blessings.XXXXXXX
Pastor BlaBlaBla: I know XXXXX that many of California’s problems were made with bipartisan votes, easing regulations on divorce and pro-abortion but since Democrats took over they have single handedly raised gas prices, taxes and put us in a debt that will bankrupt us. They have put so much regulation on business that we have become the least friendly state in which to do business. Are you happy paying $10 more per tank than our neighbors while Brown is pushing for another $8 per tank. The biggest thing Republicans try to do is keep reasonable limits on spending. They are the only ones that ever talk about balancing the budget. You and I have to, why does government get to keep spending more than they take in?
First Respondent: Dear Pastor. We are in 2016…Good old days of Regan Era is vanished, the population has changed. Only rich get richer. Is it because of Democrats, why the middle class is vanishing. I am nearing 70, still working, pay check to pay check…it is high to blame one party or the other. The country lost God’s favor. Tell me Pastor, what Jesus will do in this situation. Does He shoe compassion or throw everyone to the ocean or burn everyone who do evil or does He show some Love and Mercy. I am sure He will intercede for them, restore them. Bigotry and isolation only incite fear and instability. Let us pray for our country rather than hate and discrimination and drive away people to do evil. Politicians ONLY POLLUTE THE SITUATION, INSTEAD OF PROVIDING LEADERSHIP. When people loose hope they do evil things. So, letbus unite and pray for our country and leaders whether they are Democrat or Republican. God is in control, He appoint to lead and dispose them when they are not in His will. Things will take place according to His plan and purpose. Just pray always. Love. and Blessings.
Pastor BlaBlaBla: Just throwing more money to people who don’t try to earn it is not compassion. Jesus would say, “If a man doesn’t work he doesn’t eat.” Democrats create more and more dependency. Truth is that it not just the rich who get richer in America, it the poor who chose to work who get richer all the time. If politician only pollute why vote?
2nd respondent to Pastor BlaBlaBla: you need to move to Texas is great here:) And lower taxes and cost of living.
Me, to First respondent: Basically, being a “Christian” does NOT necessarily prevent you from being an extremely evil asshole. I knew one many years ago. He was an elder at XXXXXXXX Lutheran Church in San Pedro. He was as about as evil as they come. It’s not about who or what you worship, it’s truly about how you treat others you come in contact with, and how you treat the planet. tcsblog.net Watch, Pastor BlaBlaBla is going to delete my comment.
Pastor BlaBlaBla indeed DID delete my above comment. So much for honesty, transparency, and showing the love of Jesus.
Here is the text of Pastor BlaBlaBla’s private message to me:
Pastor BlaBlaBla: Of course I’m going to delete public slander. If you want to bring up something horrible from your past I’m open to hear your concern but there is a right and wrong way to have a discussion
My response, privately: You can’t handle the truth
Pastor BlaBlaBla: Try me
My response, privately: You can read all about it on my next blog post
And he said I was slandering? How is telling the truth slander?
The “Christians” I am referring to, would say, “Tom needs to forgive those who have transgressed against him”. It’s not about forgiveness at all. I forgave the person that killed my mother. It IS about the karma thing, and the ridiculous notion that people have that they can publicly declare themselves followers of Jesus, or any other good karma dude, and at the same time, continue to privately be, Assholes.
In closing, I am reminded of an old children’s Sunday School song, “Keep it under a bushel NO! I’m gonna let it shine, shine, shine”.
Postscript: A person who exercises their power or superiority over another person, or a whole group of people, or a whole country of people, becomes a Tyrant if he or she decides that your opinion doesn’t matter to them. Even more, is the Tyrant who believes that a whole country of people doesn’t matter any more.
The only people the Tyrant cares about are the few that follow, even worship, and does their bidding. Take a look throughout history at all the leaders who had the power to say, “Off with his head!”, to the poor soul that expressed his opinion in front of the King, or Dictator, Pope, Drug Kingpin, or Youth Pastor, or whomever was reveling in his or her own power.
Likewise, you can listen to ANYONE who is denying someone else’s rights, someone else’s opinion, and waddayaknow, you’re listening to a Tyrant. If all you are doing is peacefully sharing your feelings and opinions about something, and they throw your ass in jail, or at the very least, spray you with their chemicals, right then you know you are facing tyrants.
If all you are doing is purposely exposing a dude for being not only a hypocritical asshole, he’s a hypocritical criminal asshole 
who knowingly bought stolen goods from some LA harbor longshoremen. Your reward for being honest? Being physically removed from your church.
While you are physically being shown the door, all the good “Christians”, good flock (sheep) that they are, look away, ignoring you, because as the Elder told you privately, “Nobody will believe you, look at you. Look at me, I’m an elder. This is MY church”.
Two years earlier, in this private meeting with the Elder, you sheepishly bring up, “What do you think Jesus would say about you being a hypocritical thief?” And this holy elder says, “Fuck Jesus! I don’t believe in that religious bullshit, and no one is going to believe you! I’ll make sure you never step inside MY church again!”
So you go to Nashville for two years. When you come back, you are physically ejected from HIS church.
Don’t forget, if you are not an Angel, think about it, “You’re NOT, a Moon Crater either”. (Insert mental image of your own butthole, anus/asshole here, or go back and look at the “Unknown” Asshole in my previous post).
Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,
Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE
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The Marine Corps Hymn has absolutely, NOTHING to do with a “Shiny Clean Anus”, or a Moon Crater either
“One thing we all can agree on. War is hell. We can despise “War”. We can despise the War Mongers, but we can love our Brothers and Sisters, our Fathers and our Mothers, and our Sons and Daughters, our Nephews and our Nieces, and our Grandchildren who sacrifice their lives, living and dead, honor them in death, help them in their life” – T. C. Saxe
From the halls of Montezuma, to the shores of Tripoli, We will fight our country’s baaatttlless, And kill every fuckin’ thing we see, First to fight for right and freedom, And to keep our conscience clean; I should have stayed home with Mommy, Because Now I’m A Wild Eyed Brainwashed Bad Ass Crazy Mother Fucker Gonna Kill Everything I See,
I mean no disrespect here, and my version of the above song IS meant to stir up passion. Don’t tell me that throwing a little kitten in the air like a Clay Skeet Target, and shooting same kitten with your fully-automatic weapon is the sane thing to do while you are on patrol. I have seen some crazies that were not born that way, their mental condition and behavior was the result of war, regardless of their training. Let’s face it. Those that PROFIT from war are the real assholes.
Direct whatever passion you are feeling towards helping our combat veterans assimilate back into society with sanity and pride. Direct that passion also towards peace, love, and compassion for the millions of innocents who are ravaged by war. Direct that passion towards finding and supporting peaceful and merciful causes that save lives, not destroy lives.
This all began as a previous post wherein I reported the wonderful event that happened recently (in February) 
wherein the amazing Doctors at the Mayo Clinic performed some amazing surgery on me (see previous post).
So tonight, I was having a “Text” conversation with my kids, writing to tell them about my new business card for my blog, which I still think is pretty darn funny and an idea that I came up with today, not yesterday. Try to follow this:
It is difficult sometimes when you are carrying on two separate text conversations, on two different subjects, at the same time. My first a text to my son about the Marine Corps Hymn, and the second was a group text which said, “I created a new business card for “Special” people, for my blog”.
On the group text, my daughter responded back with a sad face emoticon,
Next I responded, “It’s a good Karma thing……..You all are 
GOOD karma people. Plus it’s meant to be a joke as well, so please don’t be too hard on me. It’s just one of those creative moments”.
Separate from that string of text, but happening around the same period of time, give or take 20 minutes or so, my son had started a string of text wherein he said, “Bad idea, that’s very crude and disgusting. You have to work on that filter we talked about”,
I had just written a separate text to just my son about an entirely different subject, (the Marine Corps Hymn). He replied back, “??”, as he was responding to my individual email telling him to look at his email, I thought it was my daughter responding back on that other conversation string, wherein I wrote about it being about karma.
Hahahahaha, so, thinking that I was responding to her in the group string of text, in actuality I was responding to only my son, saying, “Sorry Tara, would it be better with a photo of a Donkey, you know, Jackass?”.
Then I wrote, “Sorry Tommy?.
Then I wrote, “Was that you? You sounded like Tara”.
Remember now this is two separate strings of text, one to just my son, and one to as a group text, to Tommy, Tara and Danny. Suddenly discovering my mistake, I texted Tommy what I THOUGHT was going in the group conversation,
“Found the image on the Internet yesterday, just Googled “Anus”, and I thought to myself, “Hey! A polite way to tell someone that they’re an Asshole. Hahahahaha! I had to do a little Photo Shop magic, you know, change it to Black & White, shave all the butt hair off”.
Of course I was joking, it was a perfectly clean anus that I found in my Google search. No more responses from the kids.
To me, the whole sequence of events is funny. My original Google search yesterday had absolutely nothing to do with the idea for a new business card, which I thought of tonight, which is why I also had to write it as a post. In fact, tonight, I used a variant of the same anus from yesterdays post. Yesterday, the theme and use of an anus image was entirely a different thing.
So, designing a probably crude, but polite way to call someone an asshole, is to say, “Think about it, you’re NOT, a Moon Crater”. In other words, “You’re a fucking asshole!”. Now I think that’s original, and hilarious. It’s original intent in yesterdays post was just an image to tell the bad karma people that they all were assholes, which later turned into something to actually hand to somebody, “The next time you are having a difficult conversation with someone over Religion or Politics, hand them this business card. One thing led to another, yesterdays post, the text conversation with the kids, after the invention of the new business card.
So, I came up with the business card idea, yes crude, rude, but subtle, if someone is smart enough to figure out the ‘Asshole” i.e., “Backside” of the card. I just had to share this one tonight. Don’t forget, when someone with bad karma calls you a bad name or dirty word, say back to them,”And you’re NOT a Moon Crater”. That will certainly confuse the hell out of them.
Oh, and if we do happen to “Despise” war, and the Warmongers, don’t worry, it’s all Good Karma coming from us. Bad Karma has absolutely no idea what Good Karma is, and what we are trying to accomplish.
Strain: Mooncrater2, harvested August 2, 2016
Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,
Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE
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The Human Race as a species, and my happy Sphincter Muscle w/Butt-Hole, or Anus if you prefer
Will you go to Harvard Law School? Will you someday have a family and live in the suburbs in that cute little house with the white picket fence?
500,000. Think about that number for a minute. Not 500,000 dollars, which is half of what it takes to be called a “Millionaire”. No. 500,000 people who have died in the Syrian conflict. Not 500,000 soldiers. 99% of the deaths are civilians. Innocent men, women, and children. Shame on mankind. Who made most of the bombs and bullets that slaughtered all these people?
Imagine for a moment, you are a five year old little boy or girl, playing with your toy cars or your dolls in your bedroom. All of a sudden, with a deafening horrible sound, your house disintegrates all around you in a massive fiery explosion from a bomb dropped from 20,000 feet by a warplane you never heard or seen.
Buried in the rubble, you are still alive as your lifeblood is draining from your body. Remember, you are five years old. Somehow you survive. You are rescued from the pile of rubble that once was your home, and you awake in a filthy excuse for a hospital. Your left leg and arm are gone, but you are one of the lucky ones, you survived. Your sister, mother, two brothers and your father? Dead. They only found parts of their bodies. Enough to bury though.
What will be your story as you grow Up? Will you go to Harvard Law School? Will you someday have a family and live in the suburbs in that cute little house with the white picket fence? Not if you are that five year old little Syrian boy waking up to the horror as you realize that you can still feel pain as if your amputated arm and leg were still there.
As a species, we have been killing each other since the beginning of time. Why should we have or feel any emotion now? The violence towards one another is almost like it’s part of our DNA, which is probably a fact. Most of us DO feel the sadness and despair, but all we do is write about it, take photos and video of it, and maybe talk about it at the local Bar & Grill during commercial breaks, as the live football game is more important than a dead Syrian boy. Or a dead Afghan child. Or a dead person ANYWHERE, ravaged by war or famine.
Isn’t it wonderful that the most advanced nations on our planet are home to the most advanced development and manufacture of the very devices that are built solely to destroy things, and people? Oh sure, you say, that’s the price AND the cost of freedom. BULLSHIT! When you look at the profit versus death ratio, the military/industrial complex, worldwide, are literally making a “Killing” in the marketplace.
Evolution of our species is responsible? Probably. Can we evolve into a species that doesn’t kill itself off? Probably not, but we have to try to convince ourselves that a world without war, violence, starvation, and disease, is possible. At the same time, let’s also get rid of bigotry, prejudice, fear and anger, hopelessness and poverty, drug addiction and Brussel Sprouts.
I believe that the good karma will transcend the bad karma. Maybe not in my lifetime, but possibly for my grandson’s grandson’s generation. Throughout our history there have been the Peacemakers, Prophets and the occasional Saviors. Our species has managed to distort much of their combined messages into excuses to kill one another, i.e., in the name of “God” or “Allah”, or whomever was being worshiped at the time.
Our established places of worship mostly try to teach the lessons handed down by the Peacemakers, and at the same time, cheer on the people that carry on these missions of murder (war). People put money in the offering plates on Sunday mornings that come from the dividends they earned from investments in the very companies manufacturing the devices and materials of war. During the offertory, sing a polite, peaceful hymn about how our God loves us.
Think about that the next time your stock broker recommends an investment in a company manufacturing “Smart” bombs. Look in the mirror, hold up that photo of a bloody, mangled body of ANY victim of war, and ask yourself if that was a “Smart” investment. If you did invest, go fuck yourself, politely.
What can we do as individuals to change our species? At least allow the option of love and forgiveness, charity, kindness, and peace, to reside and abide in your minds and hearts. Main photo purposely left in “Living” color. To be continued. I approve this message – T. C. Saxe.
Answer to question in last post: Humphrey Bogart, in the 1947 movie “Dead Reckoning”
Congratulations to the Winner, Mrs. Mary Bailey of Saginaw, Michigan for being the first person to answer the question correctly. She is the winner of brand new 2017 Harley Davidson and an AR-15 with a 30 round clip.
We sometimes think it is hopeless and against all odds, but hey, we are part of the 99% against the 1% that currently have absolute control. We can and shall overcome the odds, but only if we truly ORGANIZE. Otherwise, we are all just as a “Single Fly, Farting in the Wind”.
For those who have been keeping up with my progress with “The Dead Armadillo” story, here’s my latest:
TheDeadArmadilloManuscript112619
Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,
Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”
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“Funny how a kiss stays on” has absolutely nothing to do with Potty Training
I was spending some “Grandfatherly” time with my Grandson the weekend of his third birthday. He was in the early stages of his Potty Training, so like a loving grandfather, I told him that I would give him a dollar for every turd that he dropped in the toilet, instead of in his diaper. I thought, how much should that cost, couple of Turds a day for a few months? Couple hundred turds/dollars, no big deal, right?
During a visit six weeks later, I asked my son if it was okay for me to remind Owen about the deal his Grandpa had made with him. The response was negative in that both parents had agreed NOT to use that type of psychology on their son. So I told my son that I agreed not to offer any more bribes for Turds.
A minute later I had this hilarious thought, which of course I shared with my son. The thought? The image of my Grandson Owen coming to me in 20 years saying, “That’s $687,429.00 you owe me Gramps, I counted every turd”.
Quote for the day: “Funny how a kiss stays on” Send me a comment if you think you know who said this without doing a google search. I’ll post the answer in my next post along with the name of the winner. The first person to answer correctly will receive a…………….Prize that will also be revealed in my next post.
Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,
Dr. T. C. Saxe, DD, RSISHE
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Hitting the Blackboard with a Booger is 10 points, hitting the back of the teacher’s dress as she walks by is 20 points
Is anyone old enough to remember the old wooden desks with the lift top, with that storage area to warehouse all your books and stuff n the desk?
In my school, Glen Cary Elementary, the desk you were assigned was the desk you kept all school year.
The first day of school, when you sat at your desk for the first time, you did two things. First you lifted the desktop up to look inside for buried treasure, pennies sometimes , gum wrappers usually, and if you happen to get Sam’s desk like Billy did this year, empty condom wrappers, ewwwww.
Sam was in the last row of desks this year, sixth grade, and Billy was now a fifth grader. Sam used the condoms in the typical teenager way. 
Blowing them up like balloons when Mrs. Anderson wasn’t in the room. I always laughed the most when Sam pulled a condom over his head.
Back to the desk inspection procedure. The second thing you did after the treasure hunt was to feel the undercarriage of your desk. Mostly gum, hard as a rock, from the mouths of generations of children that had previously sat at that desk. The really old stuff seemed to be part of the desk bottom, welded in place over a millennia of time.
Some gum, wads from last year, was semi-hard, but you could manage to pull at them and set some free, throwing them in someone else’s desk when they weren’t there. You also always found dried up boogers and hardened, frozen-like, streams of snot that had been painted on the bottoms of desks by many fingers.
Not every loving mother gave their sweet little idiot a handkerchief to use. If you were really curious, before you tried to scrape anything off with your ruler, if you even had one, or your fingernails, you got down underneath like a mechanic to inspect all the boogers, gum wads, and hardened snot flows.
It was whispered around that Sam, the sixth grader, ate the dried boogers and snot from under his desk 
like crunchy candy. Only tried it once on a dare, kinda rice crispies crunchy, sorta like deep fried ants, didn’t like it. Like every other kid, I tried a gum wad, didn’t like that either, almost broke a tooth.
Also, I do know, cause I watched him, whilst sitting at his desk, Sam would casually blow a load of snot between his index finger and his middle finger. His mind preoccupied with what ever book he was reading, he would casually slurp the snot resting between his two fingers.
One pastime every dude enjoyed was booger flicking. A booger had to be of a certain consistency however. Soft and rubbery, with a little stickiness. If the booger was too sticky, it was hard to launch when you flicked your finger. If you rolled it around a little more you could get it to premium launch quality. We had a point system. Blackboard, 10 points, back of someones head, 15 points, back of the teacher’s dress as she walked by, 20 points.
No sound, just a flick of your finger and you could stick it on the blackboard as you walked by. Easiest targets were the girls. Especially easy if you had a girl sitting right in front of you. If you managed to get one in her hair, 
at recess the boys would identify the successful targets and we would walk around inspecting the backs of the heads of our victim, saying, “Hair booger!”.
The girls would run away screaming, as they frantically pulled at their hair. If you were in the earlier grades, like me in the second, you never spoke to, or talked about “Snot Eating Sam”. If you did, Sam would open up a can of kickass on you during recess.
It was also rumored that Sam did dirty things with sheep. It was known that Sam was a few years older than the other sixth graders, so at 12 or 13, the teenaged adolescent hormones had already found their way to his penis.
Looking back, I believe that Sam was slightly retarded as well, so he couldn’t help being a bully, an idiot, and an asshole. There is normal stupid, and then there is retarded stupid. I wonder what kind of person he is today, good karma or bad karma.
That summer, a few of us were able to sneak our way up to one of the barns where Sam’s dad sheared the sheep. We were able to look in a window and observe Sam without him seeing us. I can testify that it is possible to fuck a sheep.
Never attempted it myself, but what you do is stick the sheep’s rear legs in your knee high rubber farmer’s boots so they can’t run away. I’ll never be able to erase that image in my mind of Sam plunging and moving back and forth with his bare ass quivering. I have heard a female sheep baaaaaaaa loudly. I have never eaten my boogers, well, I did try one of those “under the desk” boogers just once (in the second grade). I did blow up a condom like a balloon many years later (as an adult).
We sometimes think it is hopeless and against all odds, but hey, we are part of the 99% against the 1% that currently have absolute control. We can and shall overcome the odds, but only if we truly ORGANIZE. Otherwise, we are all just as a “Single Fly, Farting in the Wind”.
For those who have been keeping up with my progress with “The Dead Armadillo” story, here’s my latest:
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Peace & Abide, La paz y la morada, السلام والالتزام , שלום ושמירה, Paix et Demeure, Խաղաղությունը եւ մնալը, Мир и пребывание,, 平和と遵守, 和平與恪守, Aştî û Abad, صلح و عبید, Fred och Abide, Kapayapaan at Patuloy, Frieden und Bleiben, Mir i Ostanite, शांति और निवास, Hòa bình và ở lại, Мир и Абиде, שלום און בלייַבן, สันติภาพและการปฏิบัติ, Mir in bivanje,
Yadhum oore yaavarum kelir, “The World Is One Family”
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