Truth Hertz: Catastrophism & Calls (6-15-16)

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Charles talks more about his mother, gets into some more catastrophism issues, and then takes some good calls.

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justin
4 years ago

My condolences Charles…..wonderful words about your mother…..and beautiful advice to all! This is a powerful poem about Mothers……called….The Mother. Thanks for everything, stay strong! The Mother “When your mother has grown older, When her dear, faithful eyes no longer see life as they once did, When her feet, grown tired, No longer want to carry her as she walks – Then lend her your arm in support, Escort her with happy pleasure. The hour will come when, weeping, you Must accompany her on her final walk. And if she asks you something, Then give her an answer. And if she asks again, then speak! And if she asks yet again, respond to her, Not impatiently, but with gentle calm. And if she cannot understand you… Read more »

SathingtonW
Reply to  justin
4 years ago

Hitler composed that poem after sending his mother on an all expenses paid vacation trip to Siberia.

SathingtonW
4 years ago

Did anyone else patriotically hang an American flag half mast to mourn the gay bar spectacle as Fox News commanded?

What happened to Charles’ eloquent anti-racism tirades? I keep hoping to hear that energizing screech again, I’ve been patriotically memorizing rap lyrics all these years on the African American interracial breeding farm and finally converted to Catholic atheism.

Also, will Renegade be selling Antisemitox to compete with Alex Jones’ Tangy Tangerine sales? If so, do they mix well with cheap liquor for a tangerine flavored cocktail?

Ingrid B
4 years ago

The tribes chameleon style hiding behind ((non jewish sounding names)) always centres around things like precious stones, and metals, such as silver, gold, rubies, pearls etc. I think Neil Diamond was a tribe member..

The first two deaths I remember were my fathers when I was four, and my great grandmothers when I was eight. We children kissed her cheek, and said goodbye. My only memory of her was her sitting in her rocking chair, with my younger brother on her knee, rocking him, and singing, "Diddle Diddle Dumplin, My son John”..

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