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Insider Paper
18.04.202514:54
BREAKING - Trump admin studying option to fire Fed chair Powell: White House https://bit.ly/4lBWkT9
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18.04.202514:52
It must be Declass day cuz the WH just put up a Covid information page with all the facts.
https://www.whitehouse.gov/lab-leak-true-origins-of-covid-19/
https://www.whitehouse.gov/lab-leak-true-origins-of-covid-19/
18.04.202514:51
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Serenity_Now11
18.04.202514:45
Explosion Destroys Building at Northrop Grumman Solid Rocket Motor Facility
https://www.airandspaceforces.com/explosion-northrop-grumman-solid-rocket-motor/
https://www.airandspaceforces.com/explosion-northrop-grumman-solid-rocket-motor/
18.04.202513:50
Trump admin has released 10,000 pages of previously classified RFK docs
https://www.archives.gov/research/rfk
https://www.archives.gov/research/rfk
18.04.202512:41
Habby Friday LOTP and frens ☕🐸 Have a great day y'all 😎
We Are Winning Bigly 🙏🏻🌏🇺🇸🦅 NCSWIC
We Are Winning Bigly 🙏🏻🌏🇺🇸🦅 NCSWIC
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red3y3
18.04.202512:34
COL. INGERSOLL'S REMARKABLE VISION-ONE OF THE MOST ELOQUENT EXTRACTS IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.
The past, as it were, rises before me like a dream. Again we are in the great struggle for national life. We hear the sound of preparation-the music of the boisterous drums-the silver voices of heroic bugles. We see thousands of assemblages, and hear the appeals of orators; we see the pale cheeks of women, and the flushed faces of men; and in those assemblages we see all the dead whose dust we have covered with flowers. We lose sight of them no more. We are with them when they enlist in the great army of freedom. We see them part with those they love.
Some are walking for the last time in quiet woody places with the maidens they adore. We hear the whisperings and the sweet vows of eternal love as they lingeringly part forever. Others are bending over cradles kissing babes that are asleep. Some are receiving the blessings of old men. Some are parting with mothers who hold them and press them to their hearts again and again, and say nothing; and some are talking with wives, and endeavoring with brave words spoken in the old tones to drive away the awful fear. We see them part. We see the wife standing in the door with the babe in her arms standing in the sunlight sobbing—at the turn of the road a hand waves-she answers by holding high in her loving hands the child. He is goue, and forever.
We see them all as they march proudly away under the flaunting flags, keeping time to the wild grand music of war-marching down the streets of the great cities- through the towns and across the prairies-down to the fields of glory, to do and to die for the eternal right.
We go with them one and all. We are by their side on all the gory fields, in all the hospitals of pain-on all the weary marches. We stand guard with them in the wild storm and under the quiet stars. We are with them in ravines running with blood-in the furrows of old fields.
We are with them between contending hosts, unable to move, wild with thirst, the life ebbing slowly away among the withered leaves.
We see them pierced by balls and
torn with shells in the trenches of forts, and in the whirlwind of the charge, where men become iron with nerves of steel.
We are with them in the prisons of hatred and famine, but human speech can never tell what they endured.
We are at home when the news comes that they are dead.
We see the maiden in the shadow of her sorrow. We see the silvered head of the old man bowed with the last grief.
The past rises before us, and we see four millions of human beings governed by the lash—we see them bound hand and foot—we hear the strokes of cruel whips-we see the hounds tracking women through tangled swamps. We see babes sold from the breasts of mothers. Cruelty un speakable! Outrage infinite!
Four million bodies in chains-four million souls in fetters.
All the sacred relations of wife, mother, father and child, trampled beneath the brutal feet of might. And all this was done under our own beautiful banner of the free.
The past rises before us. We hear the roar and shriek of the bursting shell. The broken fetters fall. There heroes died. We look. Instead of slaves we see men and women and children. The wand of progress touches the auction-block, the slave-pen, and the whipping-post, and we see homes and firesides, and school-houses and books, and where all was want and crime, and cruelty and fear, we see the faces of the free.
These heroes are dead. They died for liberty-they died for us. They are at rest. They sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they rendered stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful willows, the clouds, careless alike of sunshine or storm, each in the windowless palace of rest. Earth may run red with other wars-they are at peace. In the midst of battle, in the roar of conflict, they found the serenity of death. I have one sentiment for the soldiers living and dead-cheers for the living and tears for the dead.
The past, as it were, rises before me like a dream. Again we are in the great struggle for national life. We hear the sound of preparation-the music of the boisterous drums-the silver voices of heroic bugles. We see thousands of assemblages, and hear the appeals of orators; we see the pale cheeks of women, and the flushed faces of men; and in those assemblages we see all the dead whose dust we have covered with flowers. We lose sight of them no more. We are with them when they enlist in the great army of freedom. We see them part with those they love.
Some are walking for the last time in quiet woody places with the maidens they adore. We hear the whisperings and the sweet vows of eternal love as they lingeringly part forever. Others are bending over cradles kissing babes that are asleep. Some are receiving the blessings of old men. Some are parting with mothers who hold them and press them to their hearts again and again, and say nothing; and some are talking with wives, and endeavoring with brave words spoken in the old tones to drive away the awful fear. We see them part. We see the wife standing in the door with the babe in her arms standing in the sunlight sobbing—at the turn of the road a hand waves-she answers by holding high in her loving hands the child. He is goue, and forever.
We see them all as they march proudly away under the flaunting flags, keeping time to the wild grand music of war-marching down the streets of the great cities- through the towns and across the prairies-down to the fields of glory, to do and to die for the eternal right.
We go with them one and all. We are by their side on all the gory fields, in all the hospitals of pain-on all the weary marches. We stand guard with them in the wild storm and under the quiet stars. We are with them in ravines running with blood-in the furrows of old fields.
We are with them between contending hosts, unable to move, wild with thirst, the life ebbing slowly away among the withered leaves.
We see them pierced by balls and
torn with shells in the trenches of forts, and in the whirlwind of the charge, where men become iron with nerves of steel.
We are with them in the prisons of hatred and famine, but human speech can never tell what they endured.
We are at home when the news comes that they are dead.
We see the maiden in the shadow of her sorrow. We see the silvered head of the old man bowed with the last grief.
The past rises before us, and we see four millions of human beings governed by the lash—we see them bound hand and foot—we hear the strokes of cruel whips-we see the hounds tracking women through tangled swamps. We see babes sold from the breasts of mothers. Cruelty un speakable! Outrage infinite!
Four million bodies in chains-four million souls in fetters.
All the sacred relations of wife, mother, father and child, trampled beneath the brutal feet of might. And all this was done under our own beautiful banner of the free.
The past rises before us. We hear the roar and shriek of the bursting shell. The broken fetters fall. There heroes died. We look. Instead of slaves we see men and women and children. The wand of progress touches the auction-block, the slave-pen, and the whipping-post, and we see homes and firesides, and school-houses and books, and where all was want and crime, and cruelty and fear, we see the faces of the free.
These heroes are dead. They died for liberty-they died for us. They are at rest. They sleep in the land they made free, under the flag they rendered stainless, under the solemn pines, the sad hemlocks, the tearful willows, the clouds, careless alike of sunshine or storm, each in the windowless palace of rest. Earth may run red with other wars-they are at peace. In the midst of battle, in the roar of conflict, they found the serenity of death. I have one sentiment for the soldiers living and dead-cheers for the living and tears for the dead.
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Evans_Baked
Қайта жіберілді:Evans_Baked
18.04.202512:18
Good morning everyone!!! It’s Wrestlemania Weekend finally!!!!
Habby Friday Yall!
Habby Friday Yall!
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25.03.202513:39
Sound on 🔉
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LauraAboli
19.03.202513:39
Bill Gates is pissed Trump, Elon & DOGE have stopped funding to his not so charitable foundation.
“My Foundation partners with USAID”
https://t.me/LauraAbolichannel
“My Foundation partners with USAID”
https://t.me/LauraAbolichannel
03.04.202503:58
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BioClandestine
25.03.202517:12
So now Dems care about NATSEC and classified information?
Meanwhile, Hillary had State secrets on a private server in her bathroom closet, and Joe Biden as VP, illegally housed State secrets in his garage.
They said it was no big deal. 😂
Yet another desperate hoax attempt.
Meanwhile, Hillary had State secrets on a private server in her bathroom closet, and Joe Biden as VP, illegally housed State secrets in his garage.
They said it was no big deal. 😂
Yet another desperate hoax attempt.
01.04.202514:29
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