Roger L. Clapp - Facebook
In all my years on this earth, I have learned that dying is inevitable. No one can stop it. We have one life to live. The material things we invest in are left behind. Memories, therefore, are important to me.
So, I'm going to start a "reunion of friends". The idea is to see who reads a post without a picture. If no one reads my post, this will be a very short experiment. But if you are reading this message, make a comment using a single word about how we met. After that COPY this message on your wall and I will also leave you a word. Please, don't leave a word and then not bother doing the second thing. Let’s go! My friends are important to me, especially right now! Now it is your turn.
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The poem "IF" says how the men and women who read about your point of view become Facebook friends, talking about one another feelings. It is the story you are curious about how many of your Facebook friends feel the same or different from you. Some people mature quickly, some slowly, and some never do over a lifetime. I voted for Trump because I have a choice different from the two-party systems of absolute power screwing over the hard-working people for as long as I can remember telling us to lie like them after covering up their criminal behavior, never accountable to the people they harmed. I do not like living like a lying criminal covering up the first lie, saying I care about my neighbors, and telling a thousand lies covering up the first lie. I don't like lying my way through life. This country has become more dangerous because of criminals crossing the border without checking who they are. I know about you because of Facebook, and that is all I know about you.
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"If"
Rudyard Kipling
1865 –1936
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run—
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
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Ces Guerra - Facebook
Interesting where Que Mala’s support is coming from! That’s how the #mafia works! Rule #1 You don’t go against the family! #organizedcrimesyndicate
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The lies and coverups have failed to keep us from seeing them despite the Facebook censorship, and attacks of innocent readers talking about the social and political daily issues. I think we could be at the beginning of an overwhelming vote that is too big to fix. Donald Trump is not running against Kamala but trying to overcome a Fixed Election.
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