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28 days ago

“This is exactly what I was looking for, thank you!”

Randy Ralph Daniels
Randy Ralph Daniels
28 days ago

At first, your adds that you let be on the restoredrepublic.co, were ok, then, I started (skipping) all adds so I could listen and see your info, but recently, when I now skip the add(s), it stops the whole program and I have to start your info (program) over, but today when the first add came on, I let it go until finished and your info completely stopped and I’m fixing to have to start your info all over again! What in the hell is going on?

Elizabeth Willey
28 days ago

Every day we are told lies. Why not tell us the truth, there is no redemption, if there was it would have been given by now. Mind control is all it is. The blackout, my goodness how many times have we heard this. Eventually people get fed up with listening to lies. Nothing you have said will be believed. People starving, can’t afford their homes or pay rent. Stuck in a place and can’t go anywhere, that is prison. You have a way to let us live freely and yet you keep us locked with lies. This is not the work of God, it is the work of evil. God helped the people out, you have us locked up in a prison.. Big difference. Control that is what it is all about, you blame others for controlling us but you are the worse. Control us with lies of wealth and freedom. Evil.

Elizabeth Willey
28 days ago

I think the golden goose just had a shit and thought it was a golden egg.

sleeper
sleeper
28 days ago

My father trained at Ft. Bragg in the ’60s. We lived right off the base, in Fayetteville NC in the mid to late ’60s. I remember watching my father jump out of a plane. I was four. In June of that year, ’68, my mother passed away at Ft. Bragg Hospital. My father was Airborne Green Beret 5th Grp. outta Bragg. In his latter years, him and his wife ran an antique store in Illinois. It was called The White Rabbit.
My Dad. Airborne Green Beret 5th Grp outta Bragg. Four tours in ‘Nam, wounded in three separate excursions, Purple Heart, two Bronze Stars, one with a V-clip, and numerous other medals. Even got a big smooth from Martha Rae. Friggin war hero.
I can remember Herbert Walker talking about my father. Apparently he’d done a few jobs for that pr*ck. When Dad retired in ’78, he got his Bachelors in Psychology.
Maybe that’s why Dad was so terrified of me after the decades went by. He knew eventually that I would start remembering.
Friggin war hero hands the keys to my psychie, to that psycho Herbert the Pervert.
Maybe it’s best that my Dad died when he did. But I do feel kinda cheated about Herbert’s execution. I would have loved to have been a part of that.

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