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A movie set in 2050
A time-traveling Judge "Lord Bud" said to have used his influence in the NACLU New American civil liberties union Frees Tom petty from earthly fame and changes his name to Pom Teddy And enslaves him for a supposedly 22-day-stay in county vacation Picking Blackberries on a Blackberry Plantation to earn a Queensbury Parden for the Federal crime of Trespass. But was then found guilty of Singing about a federally regulated substance in the song Mary Jane's last dance, In an obviously Rigged Trial, and given a hard-two-Dozen Picking Blackberries in the hot sun (LAKE OF FIRE) put in involuntary servitude ghostwriting songs for a super narcissistic loudmouthed troll son of the plantation owner himself RAM Bob. Pom Teddy is smooth and steady and carries the show from a position of the lowest ranking of the roadies. Bob needs to lose the Horns on his head to become a polled RAM and be called Bob Christ. Free of RAM who is the evil argumentative head butting persona that shows up when the title Christ is dropped off the name. When He is RAM BOB the father also becomes a malevolent mean-spirited Black foot Redneck Leprechaun. When he is Bob Christ the father is The Honorable Respectful Lord Bud. Secretly all are working to lure RAM BOB into a thorny crown of Blackberry vines so Isaac and Bud can cut the horns off.
Blessings, respect, and love to all without Prejudice from Oklahoma Blackberry Plantation
The example is set in 2028 Six years from now.
Bill Burr: Hey Jeff "have you seen the movie Celestial Navigator 2050?"
Jeff Foxworthy: No I cannot say redneck for 5 years until that movie comes out in 2033 because Holy Okie "Lord Bud" is also the Orwellian totalitarian Tyrant Blackfoot Redneck Leprechaun and you know he doesn't have any clothes on.
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A spiritually inspired Poem written to celebrate the life of your's or anyone's Grandma when she finds a permanent residency inside your heart. Grandma's wisdom (not unlike the fathers) will never leave or forsake you. Socialism is the schooling you get at home.
I paid for this truth and it is yours to use for free. My grandma was a real hero to me.
Grandmas are Heroes we should all agree
My father's mother Mary taught the bible to me
I was only 5 when I learned, God's golden rule.
A full year, before my first day of school
She was the one who made sure I learned
that respect is given, it is not earned
She said for those who would disagree things always worsen
For everyone notices, a disrespectful person
When children were playing, and Grandma was near
There was no escaping, her eyes or her ears
When children would fuss and threaten to brawl
She said, "if you can't say something nice, say nothing at all"
For when the words of your mouth make others act violently
Your game of life, is best played silently.
Yes, Grandmas are heroes of this I am sure,
their smiles are a comfort their hugs are the cure.
She is always encouraging when hearing your plan.
Her food always nourishing prepared by her hand.
Grandmas will never guide you in the wrong way.
Grandmas are Heroes, what more can I say?
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The Iron Confederacy or Iron Confederation (also known as Cree-Assiniboine in English or Nehiyaw-Pwat in Cree) was a political and military alliance of Plains Indians of what is now Western Canada and the northern United States. This confederacy included various individual bands that formed political, hunting, and military alliances in defense against common enemies.1 The ethnic groups that made up the Confederacy were the branches of the Cree that moved onto the Great Plains around 1740 (the southern half of this movement eventually became the "Plains Cree" and the northern half the "Woods Cree"), the Saulteaux (Plains Ojibwa), the Nakoda or Stoney people also called Pwat or Assiniboine,2 and the MΓΒ©tis and Haudenosaunee (who had come west with the fur trade). The Confederacy rose to predominance on the northern Plains during the height of the North American fur trade when they operated as middlemen controlling the flow of European goods, particularly guns and ammunition, to other Indigenous nations (the "Indian Trade"), The Blackfoot secrets are now declassified But Only the Holy Okie knows the stories of Benjamin Franklin Buck his Grandfather as told to him by his Mother Mary Mae Buck.
1972 Bob was age 9 Mary was 67
Christ Bob: Mammaw who is your Godfather?
Mary Mae: My Godfather is Frank Buck a full Blackfoot Indian who walked the trail of tears. He knew legalese and spoke the white man's language and secured guns and ammo for the plains tribes. He had to work secretly because trading with the savages was frowned upon by the whites and he was considered a traitor by the white settlers. He walked armed with only the swords of his mouth, a Bible, and an old Stradivarius violin. He was Black as coal and I am white so it looked suspicious after my mother was gone. I am their only child. I married your grandfather Sam A. McKinney when I was 15 years old and we raised three boys and three girls to adults. A 7th child died at 6 weeks named Sandra Kay whose name and spirit were given to your Sister. The Iron confederacy is not classified anymore. The family members whose lives were endangered if they were exposed have moved to the Blackberry Plantation and begin their afterlives. A Native secret is a forbidden topic and punished much more harshly than in white man's statutory law. Certain People have to pass into the spirit world before native secrets are declassified.
Secret Family history is stored in the spirits of Blackberry pickers living all around the world.
Someday you will also be declassified and many spirits will speak through you if you are patient and trustworthy.
Christ Bob: The secrets are safe with me. I love you Mammaw.
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A father's prerogative to now choose the gender and name of his next born child regardless of the biological realities dictated by nature at the time of conception and/or birth.
Future Children are the "HOPE" that springs forth Eternity. Spiritual Gendering has now become a Man's prerogative AKA a Godfather's law.
I have hope of fathering a Female child named Sandy who may come from Venus and be born with a penis.
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Blackberry futures are the Non-fungible Tokens issued on paper stamped with Winston McKinney foundation in spiritual health notary stamp representing One single gallon of blackberry futures used as payment for the fine of trespass onto The "Private Oklahoma Blackberry Plantation" The generalizing public owes the honorable Lord Bud 22 gallons per family equal to one gallon per year for the last 22 years. These fines are not "DEBTS" and cannot be paid with the standard fiat currency, because it is only for the payment of all debts public and private. Bring one gallon of fresh berries and you will be paid $2 this effectively freezing the value of one American dollar at 1/2 gallon of blackberries forever. I issue the NFT paper tokens for $19.99 for those people without access to a place to pick berries. I give the stamped token and your change of one single penny for your twenty and one year of your fines is paid. You may pay the entire twenty-two years of fines at once and save three pennies if you request 22 Blackberry futures NFT tokens I will give you a Quarter in change. What a wonderful plea bargain for denying the existence of Lord Bud's only begotten son Christ Bob.
Christ Bob: I ask forgiveness for all my trespasses as I have forgiven those who have trespassed against me.
Lord Bud: I do not forgive those who have denied your existence son and will collect the trespass fines for the rest of my day's on earth. Blackberry futures will become the Native standard for evaluating the American Dollar in my jurisdiction the "Private Oklahoma Blackberry Plantation." I pray in the name of Christ Jesus who hosts my spirit in your heart that this becomes a reality.
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TDS was defined this could also be the disrespectful soldier. Imagine you have that unconditional love you are looking for. You love everyone without the condition they love you back. Imagine it was your destiny to be martyred for everyone by crucifixion. You carried out your destiny to the point of being hung on a cross and you are suffering the worst torture you can imagine. Your faith is strong and you cry out to God: "Father, into Your Hands, I commit My Spirit." A soldier is coming to end your suffering with the spear of destiny. The soldier says: "At first, I figured if you could last three days on the cross I would be satisfied. Then after watching you suffer a week it got easier to watch. So I moved it to a month and told myself I would be satisfied. Then Watching you suffer got easier and less satisfying. I started checking on you less frequently. I still cannot believe you are godlike even though you have hung there for over two decades."
Disrespectful people will never be satisfied because they believe Respect must be earned. Nothing you ever do will be enough to earn the respect of a disrespectful person.
This is a reoccurring dream I have had for the last 22 years. I have been both the soldier and Jesus in this dream. 90% of the time I was the soldier and shoved the spear through the second rib from the bottom and broke the spearhead off.
A trustworthy soldier is never The Disrespectful Servant.
The disrespectful servant is the cause of God's children's longsuffering.
A legal document you may issue for the purpose of placing yourself under arrest and judging yourself not fit for any public duty. This places you in the custody of a private authority not subject to federal oversite. This measure should be taken when a lawless society is created by Democratic Crime Reduction.
The Government offered me a public office position so I could have the same immunities as they do and screw people over without repercussions, but I have been deemed unfit for public duty. I am in the custody of my creator who helped me execute a Self Arrest Warrant.
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