22 Aug 2023 11:30 am
They try and keep him on script!PhiloBeddo » 22 Aug 2023, 10:58 am » wrote: ↑ This **** brain dead moron is a joke. He reads from a script someone else wrote and doesn't give a ****. Trump had no scripts and spoke from the heart. A true President and good human.
By the way I agree with you Trump has a good heart. It’s his mind that’s not so good, or he’d not be led astray by evil counsels.
True story
My father died at age 52 September 1971 of sepsis from a bone he unknowingly swallowed and doctors misdiagnosed until the infection was too advanced to save him.
I was 13 and Mama was 45 when we buried Daddy in Plum Grove. She’d join him in 2010 but we had no way, to see the future. I watched the dirt shoveled on his vault, so I’d never forget.
We had a huge stack of firewood to heat with but propane was 32 cents a gallon.
I tried to figure out how to turn off the four pilot lights in the propane furnace in the basement but couldn’t do it. We’d resolved to only burn wood in the Ashley wood stove with an automatic damper.
Burned forever in my memory is my beautiful 45 year old mother in a pretty dress blowing out all four pilot lights on the central furnace.
(Thank God for thermocouples.
)I didn’t know how to sharpen the double bit axe. So I spit the wood with a dull axe.
And we got by just fine, although some cold mornings there’d be frost on the inside of my bedroom window.
Then on one of the coldest nights of the year 1972 in January I decided to bank the fire with a huge Osage Orange log I could barely fit in the stove, and then shut the damper tight.
I awoke with Mama screaming Get Out Get Out Get Out!!!
She grabbed my big parka threw it on me and shoved me out into the front yard and she called
Russell Madison
I could see my Mama inside the house with smoke all above her head on the phone.
On the roof the chimney shot fire maybe six feet high.
And then she came outside, and hugged me, and we cried, and we were going to lose everything we owed in the world,,,,,
And Russell Madison and Gene Griggs arrived and climbed up on the roof and put a wet blanket over the chimney and the flue fire instantly went out.
We opened all the widows. Lit the propane furnace.
Put out some fans.
And those men played pitch with us until dawn to make sure the wood paneling around the stove pipe was fully out.
Russell Madison died last year, and I preached his funeral, although I’m no preacher.
My first words were, Russell Madison was the first man in this town I ever met, not afraid to say he was a Democrat!
And the rest of the service was just Russell stories.