Why You No Spell Good, WN8301?

Weeks with little sleep, food, shelter.
Traveling all over to track leads.
Doing odd jobs for people, helping out strangers, and telling others about IR.
Spending hours going over reports from around the country.
Helping tutor kids who are having trouble in school for friends.
Aiding people who have suffered a blow brought on by the views of society.
Trying to reach young people that gave up on religion.
Debating with those that cause people to lose their faith.
Weekly patrols for IR Sheep trying to gather Intel.(The days are split between the lot of us.)
Wishing I didn't have so little time.
Then I write on this blog during brakes.
You should face facts, I can type, and that is about all that I can do by the time I post.

Help The Hate, Help Yourself

Don't just stare at this blog. Do something worth the time it has taken to read. Comment on what can help. Maybe you know of a IR Herd in your area. Or have noticed people at your church referring to IR's blog. Who knows how big this is going to get. Don't just wait till they come for you, learn what to look for, watch out for your family and friends. Keep the public safe. Don't just let the well spoken words of people that think they are better than you stop you out of shame. Shame is for those with no reason to care. Apathy will not serve as a shield. Get your mind straight and take that chain called pride off. You do what you have to, for those you have with you, not those that judge you. Smart people like to feel smart. People that like to believe they are right always cry you are wrong. Don't listen to them, or even to me, and just do what is right to you. Do everything you can for what is right for you. Then you have nothing to feel shame about. Knowing that the world is more because of you means more than what these fools have to say about the theories of a person they believe insane.

Now go do something real, that's right, stop here, and leave the damn computer alone till you prove your intentions with actions befitting your standards!

Religion Is... Religious?

Do you know why you believe? Is it do to you parents, or a guardian? Did you find your own way there? Would you still have the same religion if you did have to find your faith on your own?

I know most people like to say i have little to say of worth. They laugh at the blog. Not one of them wants to consider this real. So, if what is here, or on any blog, can only be real if that blog makes the correct post... Why are they reading a blog?

Many great fiction novels are written with the idea to capture the world as people want to see reality. They illustrate the view of a world people will have seen, been living within, and add a simple tweak in the idea of our base knowledge of reality. A good fiction novel is one that is nearly tweak less. People like what they can "believe" in as real.

Knowing that belief of what is real varies. That no one person is looking at the same picture. What would you have done if you had to find your faith?

Don't worry about comments. I just wanted to put that out there. You know, as a thought to examine, and trouble people with an intelligent mind, not just educated people of to much self worth.

By the way, if the last sentence above annoys you, I am sorry. You need to set down. Take five deep breaths. Then realize this sentence was a test for self centered fools. You fell for it, hook, line, and sinker. Don't you feel dumb? ~poor uneducated hillbilly laughs at you~

No Unbottled Water

I have had a few mishaps as of late. I now drink only bottled water. My green house of fresh food was burned. The food in my fringe replaced with new. Others are doing the same.

The good news is that my health is improving and dyslexia is clearing up.

Do not give care though, as I am sure by now, you do not think IR responsible.

They say in blood there lay the truth of a man. For all that is truth for his blood lay within him. I will give that blood unto my bayonet.

Do you all read the whole blog?

I don't know how simple some of you IR Sheep are but, I do know that despite the whine, I still let people comment. I won't all blatant threats to others, myself is OK, IR is out to get me already. I have yet to complain that I am being over worked filtering out IR Sheep in the comment pool. Now this is going to sound weird coming from me and all but, get over yourselves! If you want to complain about the post, fine. If you want to go with it because you think this is a spoof, fine(I have no clue why this would be the case.). If you happen to be one of the not so few that agree IR is out for blood, even better. Just stop with the whine! I don't care about how crazy you think I am. If you think I couldn't just find were IR lives by-

I have some things to see to now. I will post when I can. Shade will mod the comments while I am in-

Anyway see you again in a bit.

You Are Sheep

If the title doesn't tell you what this is about, stop. I don't care if you like what I type. Nor has it really mattered that you whine. You all whine a lot. Like I don't have enough with work, family, and stopping IR. Do you wake at the middle of the night, heart racing, sure that you saw someone smoking in your yard. At first you think that no one would be out there. Then you get a call from some friends you new near the coast. They talk about a good pal you knew back in the day, how he changed his life around, and has been writing these new beliefs of his down. You check it out, just to see what is going on, and end up reconnecting with your old pal. Then he starts having you help out with some text. Really gets you into rapping your mind around his ideas. Till that day comes, when he stops acting like he wants peace, and you are seated to this first of many persecutions of those not of any relevance. You're soon trimmed from the herd as being to weak to handle what needs done. Still, if for nothing but peace of mind, you follow what your good old pal is up too. Then you find out what a cold war really is. The night is always to quiet to sleep. To loud and fast paced in the day. People seem to know of you, heard your name from a "friend" of theirs. You meet others like yourself. They have seen things, signs of what could be happening, and they want you to help. Why not, that is what you think, help a few people, maybe you can even quiet your mind in the process. Oh, if only it were so easy. We stand against IR, or we will fall beneath his heel. Now, go learn to hate IR, you simple lamb of his butchery.

IR has men out to get me...

I know you all think that I am crazy. Wrong! IR has people following me. He has connections to organized gangsters. An IR is having my teammates, myself, our friends, and our families watched. IR is gathering Intel on us. Why? IR probably noticed a few mishaps in his supply routes(Don't ask what, or how we did the jobs.). So far no one has been hurt. Threaten, yes but, not harmed, as of yet. If you don't believe me, read this comment by a suspected cutter/known watch dog of IR's.

Ignorant-Redneck's Irish Son-In-Law said...
I'm still fighting the good fight for ya. I'll bring this I.H.IR down
June 4, 2008 10:23 PM