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I find Keanu Reeves offensive.
Oh The Matrix... how I love thee. Now I'll have to see if one of those are on Netflix and watch that instead tonight.Lol, I spent last night watching the Nostalgia Critic review all three Matrix films.
Oh The Matrix... how I love thee. Now I'll have to see if one of those are on Netflix and watch that instead tonight.
After being raised in the military I moved in with my Grandmother at 17. They would...
1. Work had Mo-Fr
2. Town Saturday morning
3. Church on Sundays
They would plant garden in the spring, tend to outside things in the summer, cut wood and harvest in the fall, and live off the years efforts in the winter. I would work the restaurant during the morning, put up hay in the afternoon, and go to revival at night. It was an enjoyable lifestyle and I miss it. Everyday was fun and church was enjoyable. Almost like the old Tina Turner song, "Nutbush City Limits."
Tina Turner was quite the performer. Here she is doing the Nutbush City song back in 2009 at 70 years old.
I think my greatest irk of the films was when the Oracle told Neo careful because he'd break the vase.I guess. The first one was alright, although they are pretty stupid films overall. If you watch his reviews he reviews the plot holes and inconsistencies of the films pretty well.
I was a pretty big fan of it when I was a kid/teen. Mainly for the slow motion and fight scenes. Which many look pretty ridiculous/awkward now.
When I'm bored or depressed or lost hope in life, I watch this:
My expression when I saw that lawnmower fly:
It's legit in terms that it's actually flying
It's an RC airplane made to look like a lawnmower
If you google "flying lawnmower" you'll find tons of memes like this:
I think we've had enough of her.
I believe in the seven churches as ages...
Ephesus - Messianic - Beginning with the Apostle to the Circumcision, Peter
Smyrna - Martyr - Beginning with the Apostle to the Un-Circumcision, Paul
Pergamos - Orthodoxy formed in this time... Pergos is a tower... Needed in the dark ages
Thyatira - Catholicism formed in this time - The spirit of Jezebel is to control and to dominate.
Sardis - Protestantism formed in this time- A sardius is a gem - elegant yet hard and rigid
Philadelphia - Wesleyism formed in this time - To be sanctioned is to acquire it with love.
Laodicea - Charismatic movement formed in this time - Beginning with DL Moody, the first to make money off of ministry
I caught the end of the Philadelphian age and George Clark Rankin, in his "story of my life" book talks extensively about it...
CHAPTER III
An Old-Time Election in East
Tennessee, and Else
In the earlier days, long before the railroads ran through that section, East Tennessee was a country to itself. Its topography made it such. Its people were a peculiar people - rugged, honest and unique. I doubt if their kind was ever known under other circumstances. Hundreds of them were well-to-do, and now and then, in the more fertile communities, there was actual wealth. Especially was this true along the beautiful water-courses where the farm lands are unequaled, even to this good day.
Among them were people of intelligence and high ideals. No country could boast of a finer grade of men and women than lived and flourished in portions of that "Switzerland of America." Their ministers and lawyers and politicians were men of unusual talent. Some of the most eloquent men produced in the United States were born and flourished in East Tennessee.
Those evergreen hills and sun-tipped mountains, covered with a verdant forest in summer and gorgeously decorated with every variety of autumnal hue in the fall and winter; those foaming rivers and leaping cascades; the scream of the eagle by day and the weird hoot of the owl by night - all these natural environments conspired to make men hardy and their speech pictorial and romantic. As a result, there were among them men of native eloquence, veritable sons of thunder in the pulpit, before the bar, and on the hustings.
But far back from these better advantages of soil and institutions of learning, in the gorges, on the hills, along the ravines and amid the mountains, the great throbbing masses of the people were of a different type and belonged almost to another civilization. They were rugged, natural and picturesque. With exceptions, they were not people of books; they did not know the art of letters; they were simple, crude, sincere and physically brave. They enjoyed the freedom of the hills, the shadows of the rocks and the grandeur of the mountains. They were a robust set of men and women, whose dress was mostly homespun, whose muscles were tough, whose countenances were swarthy, and whose rifles were their defense. They took an interest in whatever transpired in their own localities and in the more favored sections of their more fortunate neighbors. They were social, and practiced the law of reciprocity long before Uncle Sam tried to establish it between this country and Canada.
Who among us, having lived in that garden spot of the world, can ever forget the old-fashioned house-raisings, the rough and tumble log-rollings, the frosty corn-shuckings, the road-workings and the quilting-bees?
And when the day's work was over - then the supper - after that the fiddle and the bow, and the old Virginia reel. None but a registered East Tennessean, in his memory, can do justice to experiences like those. No such things ever happened in just that way anywhere on the face of the earth except in that land of the skies.
Therefore, the man who even thinks of those East Tennesseans as sluggards and ignoramuses who got nothing out of life is wide of the mark. They had sense of the horse kind; and they were people of good though crude morals. No such thing as a divorce was known among them. It was rare that one of them ever went to jail in our section; and, if he did, he was disgraced for life.
I never knew, in my boyhood, of but one man going to the penitentiary and it was a shock to the whole country. - George Clark Rankin
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